69novels Chapter 101 Sky Ring Code 16
Chapter 101 Sky Ring Code 16
Time seemed to go back a few months ago, when Xuebu and Fyodor D first met.At that time, in order to retrieve the lost memory, he blindly believed in the other party, which led to being imprisoned in the supernatural space by Shibusawa Ryuhiko.
At that time, Xuebu, who was "Snow", experienced the memories of his childhood, and the pain was so deep that the memory was as deep as the bone marrow, but it became blurred again at the moment when the supernatural power ended, as if all of this was false at all. Yes, something hinted at him in his heart, those were unimportant.
Now, that beautiful and simple city, those cheerful and happy songs seem to resound in my mind again.
Then came the final message from Fyodor D.
"You know what? Sariel, I've felt this way for a long time."
"Unlike that stupid Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, we are the same kind of people."
"So abandon the confusion, for the future you and I expect, we must reach a cooperation, and I will definitely be your most powerful ally."
Why are you so sure?Obviously even I can't confirm what kind of person I used to be, why do you have such expectations for me?
"The desired future"... what I want to do...
Ever since he hung up the call with Fyodor D, Xuebu fell into a depressed silence. His slightly long front hair and sideburns covered the boy's expression. He bit his lips tightly.
From the few words just now, he can probably guess that there must be some kind of quarrel between the two before that, which led to the "important things" that Xue Bu said was stolen by the other party.
Is that related to his farewell?
An uneasy premonition prompted him to say: "Xuebu, are you alright?"
The young man smiled at him suddenly, and said softly: "It's nothing, please don't worry about me, I can take care of it."
There was an obvious false smile on the silver-haired boy's face, as if he had built an invisible barrier around him, and what Giorno felt was a deep sense of powerlessness... He used to be unable to keep Xuebu, Even now, if he has achieved his ideal, can't he do it?
"You brat..."
As soon as Apaki opened his mouth, the silver-haired boy looked at him with a strange gaze. Under his gaze, the other party turned from worried to stiff, and gradually closed his voice.
Xuebu ignored the complex expressions of the two, he pursed his lips, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Since he said that this is a bet in the game, then I just need to beat him in this game. "
"But it may also be a trap..."
Xuebu said softly: "Then what else can he lie to me? I have nothing left."
He closed the computer in his hand, stood up from the sofa, and said to Thomas: "I want to take Best's program host away, there are no clues here for the time being, time is running out, please cooperate with me, Mr. Thomas .”
His actions could be said to be swift and resolute, and after only two hours, the three of them had already returned to the vineyard.
Apache and Giorno couldn't continue to accompany Xuebu because of work, so they called Bugarati back temporarily.Before Giorno left, he told Xuebu that he should not carry everything alone.
The silver-haired boy watched the few people leave from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room. When he noticed the sight from the rear window, he waved his hand.
After everyone left and the manor returned to quietness, the tight string in Xuebu's heart finally relaxed. His vision was empty and he stared at the empty room.
It's unbelievable that he used to be so afraid of loneliness, but only when he returns to loneliness can he let go of all his defenses.
He clearly realized that even if he and Sariel were the same person, even if he wanted to play Sariel well, it was impossible for them to think about problems in the same way.
Sariel is different from himself. Xuebu has been pursuing the figure of himself in the past, so that one day he can restore his memory and go to...
——Turn on "Echo".
Slowly he grasped the white necklace on the choker, and the white metal object like a guitar pick conveyed a familiar sense of belonging to him.
"Sariel, are you troubled? Is there anything I can do to help?" Best's voice came from the computer. She was really humanized and could even sense Xuebu's mood at the moment.
Xuebu opened his mouth and made a loud voice, only then did he realize that he was trembling: "Best, help me call up all the local information about "Echo". "
Although the artificial intelligence system that Sariel once produced was limited by hardware, it can be regarded as the world's top configuration in terms of software.
Best replied regretfully: "I'm sorry, Sariel, the information about Echo has been destroyed by you before I go dormant."
"Perhaps, I can give you some information about the rat of the dead house—"
"No, there's no need." Xuebu interrupted her, and he put the computer mainframe carrying Best on the coffee table.
After taking a deep breath, Xuebu's eyes that were as dark as the night sky became quiet again, "We started to investigate the things in the sky. The people in the house of the dead called it "Sky Ring Code", and it seems that it has been confirmed that it belongs to the password category. up. "
"I think it's not as simple as a password." His white skin was illuminated by the cold light of the monitor. It was obviously summer, but he suddenly felt a little chilly.
"You can't trust all the information given by the rats in the house of death. Best, exclude the calculation methods currently used by all participants, and focus on this calculation method with the center as the center and the surroundings as passwords."
"Okay, Sariel."
After giving instructions to Best, Xuebu clicked on the enlarged and decomposed weird circle again, with a pitch-black center and irregular figures walking around, like a black sun emitting ominous brilliance.
The boy's eyes darkened slightly.
sun……
……
...
The white car that drove into the manor finally parked in the underground parking lot.Bugarati parked the car, got down from the driver's seat, and kicked the door shut with his long legs.
He held a kraft paper bag in his hand, and clamped a black mobile phone around his neck. He looked at the second floor where Xuebu was, and said to the phone, "Gioruno, I've arrived."
The background sound on Giorno's side was still a little noisy, and the boy's voice was a little deep, and Bugarati could roughly guess the complicated expression on the other side, "Both Apache and I can't do anything about him, Xuebu... Maybe he has remembered what is most important to him, and I always have an uneasy feeling that if all his memories are restored, he will definitely return to that state again."
Giorno must be very eager to stand by Xuebu's side at this moment. To be entrusted by him like this, he must be trusted.
Bugarati thought, and replied, "I see."
This man who has always been quiet and introverted did not hear the true thoughts of the young mafia leader on the other end of the phone. Rather, besides anxiety, he was also filled with an emotion called jealousy.
When did it start?Maybe it was known from the beginning.
Bugarati is different for Liao Xuebu, whether it is the snowbug in the past or the snowbug now.
Those originally inconspicuous details suddenly became clear, and when they were brought up inadvertently, the intimate gesture between the two in Venice on the eve of the decisive battle, the scene of Xuebu holding Buccarati's hand tightly in a pool of blood seemed to be a scene. A thorn, constantly emerging from his mind, pierced through his ridiculous self-deception.
He even thought a little masochistically: Xuebu saved all of them because of Bugarati.
Sending his most powerful love rival in front of the person he likes, he would choke just thinking about it.But at the same time, there was a strange feeling of rejoicing in his heart that Buccarati could do what he couldn't do.
As long as Xuebu won't disappear from his eyes again, no matter what extreme conditions he can accept.
"Then I'm counting on you, Bucciarati."
Bugarati hung up the phone, and it was obvious that Giorno's purpose for this call had been achieved.
Bugarati first put the paper bag in his hand on the coffee table in the living room, then came to the second floor and knocked lightly on the door: "Xue, are you there?"
After 2 minutes, there was still no response from inside. Bugarati frowned and knocked on the door again. This time he raised his voice, "Xue, I'm coming in."
When he opened the door, the silver-haired boy was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his waist bent and no posture. Behind him, there was a vague and dark shadow covering him.
Although it felt weak, it was indeed his substitute.
Bugarati approached him, but Xuebu still didn't notice his arrival. He didn't look away but focused on the object in his hand. Only then did Bugarati realize that he was holding a piece of paper in his hand. The round metal disc, the ability of the stand-in is quietly depicting something.
Glittering sweat dripped down the young man's fair cheeks to the ground, his lips trembling slightly, he gritted his teeth and muttered: "It's almost over, it's almost over..."
What an amazing concentration, Bugarati sighed inwardly.
The other party's awareness was continuously passed on, making Bugarati clearly aware that he was doing a very important thing.
It seemed that the matter of the sky circle was on the horizon, and he quietly exited the room without disturbing the other party, leaving the space for Xuebu alone.
Back on the first floor, he took off his white suit jacket and put on an apron. The vegetables in the kraft paper bag in his arms exuded a fresh aroma.
Since he couldn't help him, it seemed that he could only do what he could do now.
The man was thinking while handling the vegetables.
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