Chapter 317

Inside the warehouse.

Kneeling on the ground, hugging his head and curling up into a ball, Mu Ke mumbled to himself quickly with loose eyes: "Forget it, forget it for me, forget it all!"

Around Mu Ke, there are more than a dozen used fountain pens scattered in a mess, as well as a lot of shredded paper full of characters.

The handwriting on these scraps of paper was very neat and fluent at the beginning, but later it became messy, as if the person who wrote these words could barely maintain a clear mind at the beginning, and then lost their minds in the end. Can only draw indiscriminately.

On the front of each piece of paper were some grotesque forms, and on the back were many distorted patterns of clown masks hysterically drawn.

These tables are comparison tables, and the contents of the tables are very strange.

What is a comparison table? It is to distinguish the difference between two seemingly similar things through the comparison in the form of a table, such as comparing the difference between bananas and plantains, kiwi fruit and kiwi fruit.

And Mu Ke’s comparison tables compare not things, but two people.

What he compared was the difference between [Bai Liu] and [Bai Liu].

Mu Ke's comparison table is very detailed. From appearance, life, and birth, he listed everything that happened to Bai Liu and Bai Liu like a chronicle. A comparison.

Mu Ke muttered to himself: "It's different, Bai Liu and Bai Liu are different."

"Bai Liu saved me..." Mu Ke scratched his hair, his eyes stared straight, "but Bai Liu also saved me."

"Bai Liu is just an ordinary employee who was once bullied by me. He won't do so many things that hurt others like Bai Liu..."

Various details and memories kept flashing back in Mu Ke's mind.

Bai Liu smiled and manipulated Zhang Puppet to die, tricked Mu Sicheng's soul at the most critical moment of the game, and took advantage of Liu Jiayi's weakness to get her to join the team, and hugged the bruised and bruised Tang without a trace of emotion in his eyes. , softly whispering 【I'm sorry for everything that happened to you】.

[Give me your soul, let me atone for those Bai Liu. 】

Bai Liu raised his chin without emotion, looked down at Mu Ke, and said softly:

[If you are so useless all the time, I will abandon you. 】

[I don't want worthless followers, Mu Ke. 】

Bai Liu would do things that hurt others. He didn't do it at first because he was an ordinary person trapped in an ordinary job, without identity and ability.

But if Bai Liu and Bai Liu were given the same identity, status, capital and ability...

Mu Ke bowed his waist in pain, panting: "... Where exactly is their infidelity?!"

The lazy smiling Bai Liu in Daniel's memory and the sloppy smiling Bai Liu in Mu Ke's memory gradually merged together.

Can't! !

Mu Ke's heart beat wildly twice, and he coughed.

The clown guy fanatically believed in Bai Liu, even if that kind of crazy belief only appeared in his memory, it was about to drive Mu Ke crazy.

Mu Ke's memory was eclipsed by the impact of the clown's frantic and colorful memories. Mu Ke gradually forgot his parents, school, and people who had intersected since childhood, everything was distorted into Daniel's memory. look.

Mu Ke felt that he was being swallowed by Daniel's memory.

His parents turned into Daniel's aloof and indifferent father, the school turned into a vast and huge shooting range, and the people who had socialized changed from hypocritical and polite seniors in the mall to people who beat him up by the enemy party. .

Mu Ke felt that his own existence was being squeezed out bit by bit by Daniel.

Memories gradually turned Mu Ke into another Daniel, and the only thing that could remain in Mu Ke's memory was Bai Liu.

If Bai Liu is Bai Liu, then what is the difference between Mu Ke and the clown who have the same memory?

Mu Ke's heart was beating rapidly, he covered his arrhythmic heart and opened his mouth to pant, his lips were reddish purple, a feeling similar to colic forced Mu Ke to wake up again.

He frantically rummaged through the forms on the ground, trying to find the difference between Bai Liu and Bai Liu.

"It's different, it's not the same at all." Mu Ke took a deep breath, his eyes were red, and he persuaded himself, "Bai Liu, Bai Liu has short hair, and Bai Liu has gray hair. It's different."

"Muke." Bai Liu knocked on the door again, his tone was still calm, but his tone changed from the first discussion to an order, "Don't make me say it a third time, open the door."

Mu Ke's shoulders trembled, he subconsciously obeyed Bai Liu's order, staggered to his feet, and opened the door.

Outside the door, Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke with no expression on his face: "Do you still know me?"

Mu Ke stared blankly at Bai Liu's hair, and the hand that opened the door trembled uncontrollably.

In an instant, all the forgotten memories of ‌‌ were confused together.

Mu Ke knelt down on the ground slowly, covering his distorted and hideous face, the pain caused by the rapid beating of the heart forced Mu Ke to bend over, gasping for breath, his breathing was so short that he was about to retch.

Bai Liu calmly glanced at Mu Ke who was curled up on the ground, walked out of the warehouse, closed the door, knelt down on one knee, picked up a few scraps of paper on the ground and looked down. stand up.

"So you're trying to distinguish me from Bai Liu." Bai Liu lowered his eyes, "...It's come to this point, the rest of the memory has been swallowed up, only my existence is left."

Bai Liu casually found an abandoned step in the warehouse and sat down. He clasped his hands in front of him, and leaned forward to help Mu Ke who had fallen on the ground.

Mu Ke raised his head to look at Bai Liu in a trance, and couldn't help showing that clown-like crazy smile on his face, his expression twitched like a convulsion, but the next second Mu Ke himself raised his hand in panic to cover it. Stopped, there was a weeping sound in the exit voice: "Don't look at me like this! This is not me!"

"Is it because the memory is so good that there is no way to forget the memories that the party instilled in you?" Bai Liu asked calmly, not affected by Mu Ke's emotions.

Mu Ke lowered his head like a child who did something wrong: "Yes."

Bai Liu lowered her eyes: "I can think of ways to erase this memory for you, but if it's just erased, you will be afraid when you meet a clown again, right?"

"After all, even if it is erased, you have been defeated by his memory, and you have escaped his memory."

Mu Ke's shoulders trembled, he bit his lower lip tightly, and didn't say anything.

"Why was it swallowed up by the clown's memory?" Bai Liu asked, "Does Mu Ke have no meaning for his own existence?"

Mu Ke still didn't say anything.

Bai Liu continued: "People have the meaning of their own existence, know what they are, and why they live, so it is difficult to be erased by the existence of another person."

"No matter how strongly the existence of that person affects you, and how similar it looks to you, he is not the same person as you."

Bai Liu handed the shredded papers full of comparison forms to Mu Ke who was hanging his head, and said flatly, "It's like me and Bai Liu."

Mu Ke raised his head in astonishment.

Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke: "Does Mu Ke have no meaning for his own existence? Friends, relatives, lovers, careers, material things?"

Mu Ke hesitated for a long time, and slowly lowered his shoulders, he was not so nervous, and narrated in a trance:

"Because of the disease, I have no friends since I was a child. They are afraid of hurting me. It is very dangerous to make friends with me. My parents have always believed that I am fine and tried their best to treat me. , try my best to meet all my needs, but because the doctor said a long time ago that I probably won't live long..."

Mu Ke was silent for a while and said, "So they looked at me as if they were waiting for me to die."

"I have never liked anyone, and I feel that they can live for a long time, and I are people in two worlds."

Mu Ke clenched his fists slowly: "...I am very jealous of these healthy people who can live for a long time, so there is no way to like them."

"Materials and career..." Mu Ke paused, "Everyone who is going to die is very good, so they have already given it to me without hesitation."

Mu Ke was silent for a long time, tears rolled down from his red eyes, he raised his hand to wipe it, and burst out crying and laughing:

"...People who foresee their own death from birth seem to have no meaning of existence."

Bai Liu leaned on the steps, dragged her jaw and half closed her eyes: "If you use stocks as a comparison, because you will die soon, no one is willing to invest their emotions in a stock like you that is destined to lose money."

"You are a worthless short stock, and in this case, you met me who was willing to believe in and invest in you, so you clung to me as if you were grabbing the last straw , exist through my affirmation, you get emotional feedback from me, and seek your own existence value."

Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke calmly: "And this point, you are the same as the clown who must exist through Bai Liu's affirmation, so when you distinguish me from Bai Liu, it is difficult for you to justify yourself." And Daniel, is that so?"

Mu Ke replied hoarsely: "Yes."

"Look up and look at me, Mu Ke." Bai Liu said in an orderly tone, "Look at me, and tell me where Bai Liuxiang and I met."

Mu Ke subconsciously obeyed Bai Liu's order, looked up at Bai Liu, and said in a trembling voice, "You all like money."

Bai Liu hummed lightly.

"Use all means to achieve your own goals."

"Very good at games."

"..."

"...It's all about hair now."

Mu Ke stated tremblingly, his eyes were hazy, he felt himself gradually getting trapped in the mixed mind, he couldn't tell the difference between the real white haired willow in front of him and the white Liu in Daniel's memory.

"Are you ready?" Bai Liu glanced at Mu Ke suspiciously, then smiled, "I remember that your skill weapons can be taken out in the central hall."

Although Mu Ke didn't know what Bai Liu was going to do, he still nodded and took out his own dagger from the panel.

"Come here." Bai Liu ordered with downcast eyes.

Mu Ke took the dagger and passed by.

Without any expression on Bai Liu's face, he quickly held Mu Ke's hand with his left hand, wrapped his right hand around his neck to tie the hair that hung down to his waist, and held Mu Ke's hand and his The dagger, Bai Liu swiped upwards without the slightest pause.

Hair was chopped off.

With a blank expression, Mu Ke held the dagger that cut off Bai Liu's hair.

"Now I don't have hair." Bai Liu raised his eyes, and the scattered hair fell on his shoulders, "Muke, remember, if you choose to exist for Bai Liu, then never confuse me with Bai Liu .”

"Because it is I who invest in your affection and recognition, not Bai Liu."

Bai Liu said calmly: "I don't like the fact that I make an investment while others receive the appreciation of my property for me."

"You are far more valuable than you think, Mu Ke."

Mu Ke knelt on the ground as if stunned, he held the cut hair of Bai Liu with both hands, and the memories belonging to Daniel quickly faded in his mind.

...Bai Liu and Bai Liu are different.

Bailiu will abandon believers who are worthless.

But Bai Liu would not.

A true god will bestow a new value on a capable believer.

Bai Liu leaned on the stand and stood up bowed. He found a rubber band from the warehouse somewhere and stretched it with three fingers. With the other hand, he combed along the skin from the nape of the neck upwards, and grabbed the scattered black hair in twos and outs. They were all in a bunch, and tied a moderately high ponytail with a light expression.

Some unruly hair hangs on both sides of his forehead.

Bai Liu pushed open the door of the warehouse, and turned his head sideways in the rushing light, his eyes were very pale, his hair was backlit through his forehead, making it hard to see clearly, his shirt was full of blood that hadn't fully dried.

"Muke, get your mental state ready and come out for a meeting. The league is about to start."

Mu Ke gritted his teeth, and he called to Bai Liu who was about to leave: "...But I have no way to completely get rid of Daniel's memory, my influence! Is it okay?"

He whispered almost panickedly: "No...will you replace me in the league?"

"Will this influence shake the meaning of your existence for me?" Bai Liu asked.

Mu Ke was startled, and immediately replied: "Absolutely not!"

Bai Liu turned around, pushed the door and left without looking back: "Anything that shakes the meaning of your existence will eventually be transformed into the value of your existence, but there will be an unstable process in the middle .”

"I personally don't hate the process."

The door was closed, and Mu Ke in the warehouse was sitting quietly, holding the hair that Bai Liu had cut off without hesitation in his hand, and muttering to himself, repeating Bai Liu's words: "...anything that shakes my existence Anything meaningful can be transformed into an increase in my value..."

"As long as Daniel's memory devours me..." Mu Ke looked at the hair in his hands tremblingly, "I can find all the memories about the league in it. Come and make me stronger!"

Mu Ke covered his hair to himself and jumped wildly to his aching heart, and laughed choked with tears.