What is your choice? ?

You have chosen [B. "You are someone I regret knowing."]

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You, who received the sticky note, haven't written for a long time.

You don't know whether you should tell the truth and test the other party, or choose a well-regulated answer that will not stimulate the other party.

You think about it for a long time, and finally choose the former.

You feel like you can't run away any longer—you need to know the truth, and the road to finding it is often bumpy, rugged, and risky.

It's much better than doing nothing if you cringe.

This is an opportunity, you tell yourself.

So, you gritted your teeth and wrote down what you dreamed.

When you handed the sticky note to the masked man, you felt your hands almost trembling.But at the same time, you kept comforting yourself, the worst would be death, and getting clues is the most important thing.

The expression on the masked man's face didn't change when he saw the words on the note, but immediately took out the note and began to write.

"Why? Because Mori locked you up?"

You froze, not expecting that the other party would question you in turn.

You hesitated for a while before writing.

"There is a reason for this, but I feel like I had a bit of a dispute with you in the past. My memory is gone, and I can't remember the details very clearly, but I dreamed about you, and we didn't get along very well in the dream."

The more you write, the more nervous you become, and the palms of your hands that hold the fountain pen start to sweat.You feel that your remarks are already very tactful, and you hope that you will not offend the other party.At the same time, the anxiety in your heart also comes from your own uncertainty about this statement.

You still can't be sure whether the man you always assume in lucid dreams is you.The other party looks completely different from you and has a completely different personality, which confuses you very much.The only thing you can confirm is that there is definitely some special connection between the two of you.

After all, the things in your dreams often overlap with reality, which makes it impossible for you to ignore.

But when you can't tell what this connection is, you have to treat the other party and you as the same existence.

Yes, you feel like you can no longer treat dreams as pure pleasure.These dreams seem to be hints, faintly guiding you to an unknown exit.

After the other party saw your reply, a trace of surprise and subtlety flashed in their eyes, and then they started to write again.

"It seems that you really don't remember. We didn't have any disputes, you didn't have any disputes with Shengjing, and we didn't even have any with me. We never knew each other before, and the matter of your being locked up has nothing to do with you from the beginning to the end ——Simply put, you are dragged down.”

"My previous question was actually intentional. You shouldn't know who I am at all. We are strangers."

When you saw this, your heart trembled, and you looked up at the other party in disbelief.

So... are you being tricked?

Perhaps because of the panic in your eyes, the person immediately wrote a new note.

"Please don't worry, I'm different from Sheng Jing, I don't care if you are sincere or not. This game was originally proposed by Sheng Jing, I just promised not to disturb the situation. I only ask you questions out of pure curiosity, otherwise why would I Would you put it on paper instead of saying it?"

You were taken aback when you saw this, and then realized that the conversation between you and Cheng Jin was silent from the beginning to the end, which also means that No. 1 Ge Shengjing didn't know what you were talking about.

"I can't tell you why you are being dragged down, but I will try my best to make your life as comfortable as possible. Please believe that you are innocent and that you have done nothing wrong. But the rules of the game are set early on. I can’t go back on my word, I will continue to ask you questions. At that time, the condition for Mori’s asking me to help was to give me the right to ask half of the questions.”

"As for how to ask this half of the questions, my criteria for judging right and wrong have nothing to do with Mori. He has no right to restrict me on this point."

You pursed your lips and nodded, but the question in your heart was still not fully answered, so you asked again.

"Then since you have nothing to do with me, why don't you just ask me nothing? After all, Mori doesn't know about our conversation, whether you actually asked me any questions."

He paused, and took a while to reply to you.

"Because I'm so lonely, this is my selfishness, I'm sorry."

After the masked man injected the tube of sleeping pills into your veins, you fell into a dream again.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was a white and slender hand.

You froze for a moment, but saw that your hand was slightly open, and you compared it to the direction of the light.At the same time, you heard yourself sigh softly, mixed with a subtle joy in emotion.

It's only then that you suddenly realize that you've slipped into that man's body again, only this time he's obviously very young—you can tell from his youthful voice and his soft hands.

Your hand slowly turned to the left side, and the base of the little finger reflected a flash of light.You take a closer look, and it turns out that there is a silver ring loosely wrapped around your little finger.

You are a little surprised, because the ring is too loose, and it is not compatible with your little finger at all, but the young man in this body doesn't care, but is delighted by the existence of this ring.

Yes, you can clearly feel his happy mood.It's just that the pleasure makes you a little uneasy, like a gambler who won the lottery if you had to describe it.

It was a kind of ecstasy on the verge of collapse and extreme excitement, which made people uneasy.

"It's too loose..." You heard yourself sigh in a low voice, and then you used the fingers of your right hand to hold the tail ring on the little finger of your left hand and pressed it down desperately.But no matter how hard you try, the ring is still precariously around your little finger, and it can't get stuck on your knuckles.

You stared at the ring silently, finally took it off lightly, and put it on your middle finger.

But this time, although the ring still can't hold your fingertips tightly, it no longer slides on your knuckles as it did at the beginning.

You sat quietly in your place, and it took a while before you opened your mouth to sigh.

"...Dad, the ring on the middle finger represents passionate love, does this mean that I will never forget you?"

You open your eyes and realize that you have fallen asleep directly on the wooden chair.

When you straightened your back, you found that your hand was still tightly holding the test tube containing the little fresh flesh.

With a flick of your wrist, the test tube slipped from your palm.You quickly reached out to pick it up, but it was too late.

The test tube slammed on the ground, shattering the fragile glass wall in two.You watch in bewilderment as the blood in the test tube overflows from the shattered opening, gradually staining the gray concrete floor red.

In less than a moment, the blood in the test tube drained away, leaving only the blood-soaked red finger inside.

You stared at that terrifying finger for a long time, but gradually realized that something was wrong.

—It doesn't seem like a young man's finger.

You squatted down and carefully brought your head closer to the broken test tube.The severed finger inside was slightly bent, the knuckles were a bit thick, but it wasn't ugly.You frowned and looked at that finger carefully, the weirdness in your heart became more and more obvious.

It must not be a young man's finger, you think silently.

At the same time, you also discovered a strange thing.

—You can't smell any blood.

You who have experienced various deaths and physical injuries are all too familiar with the smell of blood.Logically speaking, although the small amount of blood in this test tube doesn't smell too pungent, you can still smell the unique fishy smell of blood when you get close.But even if you got close to the test tube, you still couldn't smell the slightest smell of blood.

Therefore, the red liquid in this test tube is not real blood at all.

You feel more and more that the conjecture in your heart is quite reasonable, and at the same time, you discover another strange thing.

——There seemed to be a clear strangle mark at the root of the severed finger, as if it had been tightly bound by something for a long time.

You suddenly froze, inexplicably remembering the silver ring in your dream.

Yes, this strangle mark is definitely caused by wearing the ring for a long time.

You raised your head in a trance, but suddenly found a familiar piece of white paper pasted on the back of the chair.

"The person responsible for the execution is usually me, not Mori, so I didn't really do it on your netizen. The test tube contained a severed finger found in your house, which was soaked in formalin at the time. .What I want to ask you is, who is the owner of this finger? Please write the answer on the back of the white paper.”

You stood up and slowly tore off the white paper from the back of the chair.

You flipped the white paper over, and this time it didn't say "Your honesty makes me happy, please continue to maintain the current state."

At this time, you choose-

【A. Write nothing】

【B. Write "Father"】

【C. Write "people I don't know"】

[D. Write "a person who makes me unforgettable"]