I Became a God in a Horror Game: 317, game pool

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!"

A dozen used-up fountain pens and a lot of shredded paper full of characters are scattered around Mu Ke.

The handwriting on these scraps of paper was very neat and fluent at the beginning, but later it became messy, just like the people who wrote these words could barely maintain their clarity of mind at the beginning, but eventually lost it Without reason, I can only draw indiscriminately.

On the front of each sheet of paper are some strangely shaped forms, and on the back there are many distorted clown mask patterns drawn hysterically.

These tables are comparison tables, and the content of the tables is very strange.

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

However, these comparison tables by Mu Ke‌ do not compare things, but two people.

He is comparing [Bai Liu] and [Bai Liu].

Mu Ke's comparison table is very detailed. From the appearance, life, and background, he listed everything that happened to Bai Liu and Bai Liu like a chronicle. Compare one by one.

Muke muttered to himself: "It's different, Bailiu and Bailiu are different."

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

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

Muke's mind kept flashing back various details and memories.

Bai Liu smiled and manipulated Zhang Puppet to die, deceived Mu Sicheng's soul at the most critical moment of the game, took advantage of Liu Jiayi's weakness to let her join the team, and embraced the bruised and dazed Tang without a trace of emotion in his eyes ‌hit, softly whisper [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 emotionally, 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, Muke. 】

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 are given the same identity, status, capital and ability...

Muke bowed his waist in pain, panting: "...where is their innocence?!"

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

No! !

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

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

Muke's memory was eclipsed by the impact of the clown's frantic and colorful memories. Muke gradually forgot his parents, school, and people who had intersected since childhood, everything was distorted into The way Daniel remembered it.

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

His parents became Daniel's aloof and indifferent father, the school became a wide and huge shooting range, and the people who had socialized changed from the hypocritical and polite seniors in the mall to the enemies who beat him partisan people.

Muke feels that his own existence is being squeezed out bit by bit by Daniel.

Memory gradually turns Mu Ke into another Daniel, and the only thing that can remain in Mu Ke's memory is Bai Liu.

If Bai Liu is Bai Liu, 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, 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 from the outside."

"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. "

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

Outside the door, Fabai 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 twisted and hideous face, the pain caused by the rapid beating of the heart forced Mu Ke to bend down, gasping for breath, his breathing was so short that he was about to retch the point.

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, and picked up a few pieces of shredded paper on the ground He looked down.

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

Bai Liu randomly 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.

Muke looked up at Bai Liu in a trance, and couldn't help showing that clown-like crazy smile on his face. He raised his hand to cover it, and the voice that came out was crying: "Don't look at me like this! This is not me!"

"Is it because your memory is too good, so you can't forget the memories that the party instilled in you?" Bai Liu asked calmly, not affected by Mu Ke's emotions.

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

Bai Liu lowered her eyes: "I can indeed 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?"

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

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

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

Muke still didn't say anything.

Bai Liu continued: "When people have the meaning of their own existence, know what they are, and why they live, it is difficult for them 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."

Muke 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, etc.?"

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

"Because of illness, 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. Treat me diligently and 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, then said: "So they looked at me as if they were waiting for me to die."

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

Mu Ke slowly clenched his fists: "...I am very jealous of these healthy people who can live a long time, so I have no choice but 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:

"...a person who foresees his own death from birth seems 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 they 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 have met me who is willing to believe in and invest in you, so you are holding on to the last straw Tighten me, exist with my affirmation, you get emotional feedback from me, and you find 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, so when you distinguish me from Bai Liu, it is difficult for you to justify Self and Daniel, is that so?"

Muke responded 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 playing games."

“…”

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

Muke 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 pale white 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 nodded and took out his own dagger from the panel.

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

Muke passed by with a dagger.

With no expression on Bai Liu's face, he quickly held Mu Ke's hand with his left hand, and wrapped his right hand around his neck to tie the hair hanging down to his waist, and held Mu Ke's hand and With the dagger in his hand, Bai Liu swiped upwards without the slightest pause.

The hair was all cut off.

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

"I'm not hairless now." 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 mix me with you." White and six are mixed up."

"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 and someone else receives the increase in property value for me."

"You are far more valuable than you think, Muke."

Muke knelt on the ground as if stunned. He held the cut hair of Bailiu 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 won't.

A true **** will bestow a new value on a powerful believer.

Bai Liu leaned on the bracket and stood up bowed. He found a rubber band from the warehouse somewhere and stretched it with three fingers. They grabbed them into a bunch, and tied a ponytail that was neither high nor low with a light expression.

Some disheveled 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, and the broken hair was backlit across his forehead, which made it hard to see clearly, and his shirt was still wet. of blood.

"Muke, after finishing your mental state, come out for a meeting. The league is about to start."

Muke clenched his teeth, and he called out 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.

Muke was taken aback, 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 unreasonable one in the middle." stable process."

"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 cut off without hesitation in his hand, and muttering to himself, repeating Bai Liu's words: "...Anyone ‌‌ Anything that shakes the meaning of my existence 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!"

Muke covered his hair in his chest, and laughed with tears streaming down his heart as he jumped to his painful heart.