Chapter 327 Gifts and Prices

The room was surprisingly quiet. Through a wall, you could vaguely hear the sounds of people coming and going outside.

Zheng Xun sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his hands in his coat pockets, waiting for Lin Yisheng to speak.

Lin Yisheng still maintained the posture of hugging his legs and tilted his head to the side of the window.

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Just when Zheng Xun thought that the other party would not say anything and was not going to waste any more time and was about to leave, Lin Yisheng spoke.

"I saw you."

"……What?"

Zheng Xun turned around.

The infusion tube stretched long on the bed, reflecting the sunlight and making it sparkly.

The warm breeze from outside floated into the room and sprinkled on the white sheets, bringing dryness and warmth.

The rare good weather, the sunshine streaming in, even the cold atmosphere of the hospital was dissipated a lot.

But neither of the two people in the ward seemed to feel the warmth.

"I saw you."

Lin Yisheng repeated it again.

"Is it really me, or an illusion?"

"I have no idea."

Lin Yisheng shook his head.

He slowly turned his face, his chin was hidden behind his knees, and only the upper half of his face was exposed.

The bangs are long and almost completely cover the eyes.

"Zheng Xun, are you really a person living in this world?"

As soon as the words came out, Zheng Xun's hand in his pocket couldn't help but curl up.

"What's the meaning."

What did Lin Yisheng discover?

Does he know... that he is not from the White Tower World?

Zheng Xun's heart was in turmoil.

Lin Yisheng paused for half a minute. In this short half minute, Zheng Xun felt that the air in the ward was being drained, and it was almost suffocating.

Finally, Lin Yisheng spoke again, his voice still calm, as if what he was describing was just a nightmare that never really happened.

"You know what I saw there? I saw a lot of you.

Like a huge cold storage, rows of metal shelves, thick frost.

You, and many yous, lie on it, motionless.

Inside the cold storage, there is also a very tall, square metal box.

On the outside of the box, there is a ladder for people to climb, and I climbed up.

There is no seal on the top of the metal box, it is open, and the contents inside are stacked to two-thirds of the height. "

Lin Yisheng stopped here.

His description makes it easy to picture Zheng Xun, as if he is already in that huge cold storage.

The surrounding temperature dropped.

Lin Yisheng's calm voice finally made a ripple.

He took a deep breath, but still couldn't control the trembling in his voice.

"It's your body, burned, flooded, sawed off, only the arms, only the left leg, the mutilated face, half of the brain exposed... too many, Zheng Xun, too many..."

Lin Yisheng's voice became lower and lower, and he began to tremble uncontrollably and kept repeating "too much."

Zheng Xun froze on the spot, as if falling into an ice cave. For a moment, all his five senses seemed to have gone away from him. He stood in the cage, with nothing left except Lin Yisheng's constant repetition of "too much."

"Your bodies are everywhere."

Zheng Xun wanted to tell himself that even if Lin Yisheng didn't lie, what he said might not be the reality. Si Jianben's illusions were so numerous that even he was unavoidable, let alone Lin Yisheng, who had little experience.

However, he shrank into his pocket and his slightly trembling hands reminded him that he began to believe it.

How did Goldfinger come about?

Why was he the only one given the ability to simulate.

In the simulation, no matter how many times he died, he could go back and start all over again.

He thought that the so-called "death" was just an update of data.

But those deaths are real.

My left hand touched something hard and cold. Zheng Xun reacted for a few seconds before he realized that it was his mobile phone.

He took out the phone, and because his fingers were trembling slightly, he held it several times before holding it steady.

He called someone.

beep……

beep……

The phone rang for more than ten seconds, and the other party answered.

"Hello, Zheng Xun? You didn't just call me last night, why did you call me again today?"

"Cheng Jie."

Zheng Xun tried his best to restrain himself and make his voice sound normal.

"I lived in Songbird for a while, with you."

"Yes. What's wrong? Do you want to come back?"

"Have you ever gotten up in the middle of the night and found that I wasn't there?"

"What the hell is this problem?"

Cheng Jie seemed to think he was making trouble unreasonably.

Zheng Xun took a breath.

Then, Cheng Jie’s next sentence came from the other end of the phone——

"Aren't you often away?"

"..."

Cheng Jie's voice was carefree, and he obviously didn't take this matter as very important.

"Perhaps you had the habit of getting up at night at that time? Or were you sleepwalking? Anyway, sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night thirsty and found your bed empty. Speaking of which, I wanted to ask you at the time why you were running around without sleeping in the middle of the night. But every time I see you are so tired during the day and too lazy to talk to anyone, I don’t ask.”

Zheng Xun didn't reply.

Cheng Jie talked to himself for half a minute and realized that something was wrong with Zheng Xun's attitude.

"Zheng Xun, Zheng Xun? What's wrong with you? Are you in any trouble?"

Zheng Xun still didn't speak.

"Fuck, who said something about you again? Those black fans! Just wait, I'll open 800 small accounts to scold them."

"Cheng Jie," Zheng Xun seemed to have found his voice, "I'm fine."

"Really fine?"

"Really fine. I'm just... a little confused."

"Zheng Xun..."

"It's okay," Zheng Xun said again, "I'll hang up first, I'm still busy here, see you another day."

"Okay... You must say something if you have something to say! Don't keep it in your heart!"

"I know, goodbye Cheng Jie."

Zheng Xun hung up the phone.

It's true.

Cheng Jie's words verified that his guess was true.

He has always entered the simulation system of the bracelet as a physical body, and death in the system is real death.

It's just that every time there is a brand new "him", inheriting the previous memories, including who he is, what he wants to do, and how to crack this copy.

Zheng Xun's thoughts changed quickly, and this guess became more and more mature.

At this moment, he stood in the hospital, inheriting the memory and will of countless Zheng Xuns who died before, and existed here.

Zheng Xun didn't know how to accept and digest this cruel truth.

There is no such thing as luck falling from the sky, the price has been accumulated from the beginning.

The White Tower stretched out two hands, the left hand was a gift, and the right hand was the price.