I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Fu Jiang was very angry.

But the middle-aged man seemed to be really disgusted by Fu Jiang's arm, as if the opposite was not a superb beauty, but a piece of rotten meat. Not only did his brow furrow enough to trap flies, he even covered his mouth.

Fu Jiang's small face paled: "I have such a bad taste?!"

The middle-aged man didn't reply. He wiped his mouth with difficulty, and closed his eyes in pain. The corner of his eyes seemed to flash with a crystal tear.

...Hi, I'm even more angry.

Fu Jiang began to grind her teeth but couldn't get a response. She shifted her target and began to scold Xiao Li: "What do you tell me to do with this kind of thing?"

Xiao Li coughed: "Isn't this you can regenerate..."

When it comes to eating, Xiao Li's first thought is Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang was shocked. This shock even overwhelmed the anger in her heart: "What is the image of me in your mind?"

Isn't her Fu Jiang just a piece of meat that can walk and regenerate in Moriarty's eyes?

Xiao Li: "Cough."

He turned his head guiltily.

Fu Jiang widened his beautiful eyes in disbelief.

To be honest, the anger made Fu Jiang’s beauty look more bright and beautiful. If you are an ordinary man here, the bones may be crunchy. Let Fu Jiang agree to any request, but at this time the two in this glass room No one can appreciate this beauty.

Fu Jiang grinds her molars in an unimaginative manner. She still remembers the fear of being put into a kettle, so she turned her head and vented most of her anger on the middle-aged man: "Hey, I'm not tasty?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man was relieved. He put down his hand, covered his stomach, and frowned. He seemed to be in nausea. The arrogance that had originally wanted to eat Xiao Li disappeared.

Facing Fu Jiang’s accusation, the middle-aged man defended himself: "No, I want to eat, not you."

Fu Jiang sneered. She took a step forward. The middle-aged man looked like the other person, but the smell of her arm was still fresh in her memory, so she took a step back...

Fu Jiang took another step, and the middle-aged man continued to retreat, looking a bit pitiful.

Fu Jiang stopped half a step away from the middle-aged man: "I know what you want to eat is him, I ask you, why don't you eat me?"

The middle-aged man covered his mouth again, and a vague voice leaked from his fingers: "I, what I eat is not meat, but memory. The memory of the person next to me is delicious and huge, and your memory is very It's unpalatable, the taste I hate the most..."

memory.

Fu Jiang originated from the book of strange talks of the word goddess, so her memory is virtual by the goddess, and essentially does not exist-this is why the middle-aged man feels sick when he touches her, and her memory has high The breath of the dimensional gods is the nemesis of such ghosts, and that taste made him vomit once when he remembered it.

This reason...Fu Jiang can barely accept it, it's better than to really dislike her Fu Jiang's meat.

So Fu Jiang snorted, turned around and said to Xiao Li, "I'm leaving."

She is so miserable, she has to go back and find a psychiatrist to give her psychological counseling.

Xiao Li: "See you next time."

Fu Jiang said proudly: "It depends on my mood."

The soles of her feet slipped with smoke, and only Xiao Li and the middle-aged man were left in this house-Xiao Li turned his head to look at the man for a while, and smiled at him: "You said you had eaten before. , Who have you met?"

The middle-aged man was afraid of Fu Jiang, but he was a bit salivating towards Xiao Li, so he didn't buy it. He seemed to want to bite him eagerly.

Xiao Li raised Xiao Huangben at him: "Want to taste the taste of the one just now?"

When he mentioned Fu Jiang, the middle-aged man's face changed and he immediately held his breath.

The appearance of the other party made Xiao Li curious. How could the smell of Fu Jiang's memory make the middle-aged man feel grief and indignation when she mentioned her name?

Xiao Li asked this question and got a reluctant answer from the other party: "It's like a breadworm that swallows a pound of long maggots and is moldy but still alive. What's worse is that it was caused by supernatural power when it was eaten. It's still alive when wrapped, and it's overwhelming in my stomach..."

"--Okay, okay," Xiao Li stopped him from continuing, "I can imagine the taste."

The middle-aged man made a pitiful sob.

Xiao Li paused, and thoughtfully left him time to sort out his emotions. After seeing the middle-aged man stop reacting, he repeated the previous question: "Who did you just meet?"

The middle-aged man said angrily: "A small carrot head, wearing glasses, the memory tastes mediocre, it is not enough to fill my stomach. The man passed me like you, I was very hungry at the time, so he stopped him. Ate his memory."

Wearing glasses... Kudo?

Xiao Li: "What will happen to the people who have been eaten by you?"

"I am amnesia," the middle-aged man said concisely. "He will forget who he is and what he is doing here. I will hypnotize him and let him go to a room with no one."

Xiao Li thought for a while: "This is why they let you move freely?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for half a minute. He was thinking about whether he could talk about these topics-but soon, he realized that there was no such unpalatable memory as Fu Jiang, so he clutched his throat and said, "Yes... can be eaten by me. Those who remember are outsiders, so I can leave here, but they can’t.”

"they?"

"Those'people' like me..."

"So where are you guys, the scp copy area is divided into rudders?"

The middle-aged man said blankly: "Huh? I don't know anything, I'm just a little boy, in other words, a'prisoner'."

"...Forget it, when I didn't say it." Xiao Li said, "what is your name?"

The middle-aged man wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "Brother Yi, just call me this."

"How did you come here?"

"I don't know," Brother Yi showed a trance look, "I have been here since I have a memory. I am only responsible for eating the memory. I don't control anything else. Those who don't obey the management disappeared. Never came back."

"Have you met Qian Zixuan and Wu Gong?"

"Who is that? I never remember anyone, no."

Xiao Li leaned against the glass door and looked towards the outside world. After the guard left, the outside corridor became quiet, and only the pale white light enveloped everything.

Xiao Li turned around and said to Brother Yi, "Can you return the memory you ate to him?"

Brother Yi immediately replied instinctively: "If I eat it, I will digest it! No more!"

"Really?" Xiao Li raised the little yellow book in his hand——

Brother Yi sighed: "Well, the time is short, you can spit it out and return it to him."

Xiao Li gave him a little position: "Let's go, take me to find my friend."

Brother Yi clutched his big-bellied belly, he weighed the unpalatableness of Fu Jiang's memory and the horror here, and finally opened the glass door of his room.

After the two of them left, the surveillance camera in the upper right corner of the corridor turned to the empty cage--

Already found foreign invaders.

In the glass room numbered 08232, there was a person sitting on the cold ground, hugging his knees, his eyes under the black framed glasses were numb.

If there are other Samsaras, it is easy to recognize him as Kudo.

But Kudo now doesn't know that he is called Kudo because he has amnesia.

He is not clear about his name, past and future.

He only knew that he belonged to this cage, he couldn't get out, he should stay here, but the reason he wanted to do this was not in his mind.

Kudo looked forward in confusion.

Amnesia made him feel very insecure, so he was curled up together, looking a little pitiful.

The cage is very quiet, and the outside world is also very quiet. He is like a patient waiting to die in a hospital, waiting for death that does not know when it will come.

He didn't know how long he had been like this. Just when he wanted to move, deafening footsteps came from the corridor and gradually approached him-he had a sense of fear that grew from the bottom of his heart, and he could only hide in the end. In the corner, dare not look up.

Fortunately, the sound of footsteps did not stop in front of his cage, after passing through this area, he walked forward.

Kudo breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly raised his head, looking at the constant daze on the ceiling.

He stayed for a long time, until the sound of footsteps sounded at the door again, from far to near, accurately walking towards the door of his cage.

Kudo trembled, he covered his ears, and counted the steps that were getting closer: one step, two steps, three steps...

Two figures came into his eyes, a man with a big belly, and a very good-looking young man with black hair, standing still at his door.

Brother Yi touched his stomach: "Is it him?"

Xiao Li nodded: "Return the memory to him and I will let you go."

Brother Yi gritted his teeth and said: "This is what you said."

He reached into his mouth and started to induce vomiting on himself.

Xiao Li: "..."

——Why are the processes of eating memories and returning memories so disgusting?Uncomfortable.

Brother Yi made a bunch of objects that should have been mosaics with ease.

Seeing him shut up, Xiao Li was about to speak to Kudo when he was stopped by Brother Yi: "Wait, there is one more point."

Xiao Li showed an unbearable expression, watching Brother Yi expel a little memory, waiting for a third wave.

Brother Yi wiped his mouth this time and stretched out his hands towards him: "It's really gone this time, there is not a drop left."

Kudo didn't understand what they were doing. He looked at the pile of mosaic objects on the ground and asked incomprehensibly: "What is this?"

Brother Yi rushed to answer before Xiao Li: "Your brain."

Kudo: "..."

At the same time, over the main universe, pulling away the layers of clouds, a man with red eyes looked at the bottom interestingly, and he wrote a note to another god: [You Haven't you always wanted that thing about Vice Universe?Congratulations, you can get it right away.

Another line of handwriting quickly responded: [There is no movement over there, fraud, your fraud is out of date.

Pose Udu Rogoi shook his finger and added: [Yes, there is no movement yet, but with my understanding of Sherlock—well, maybe I should call him Moriarty—we can mourn for him in advance It's-let's go, I invite you to watch a good show, get ready to thank you.

other side:………

——I feel like I'm on the verge of being deceived by Puse Udu Rogoi again.