Chapter 1181 The Key To Going Home

Lin Qiye remembered that Gilgamesh told him that fighting could keep him awake.

Now it seems that what can keep him awake may not only be fighting... More importantly, it is pain.

When the memory has been tampered with and it is impossible to distinguish between falsehood and reality, pain is the "anchor" that fixes Gilgamesh's consciousness, and can pull him out of the illusory memory and return to reality.

"Gilgamesh." Lin Qiye said in a deep voice, "What just happened?"

Gilgamesh slowly climbed up from the deep pit on the ground, his gray robe was covered with dust, he looked down at his hands, pain flashed in his eyes:

"My lord...this lord has seen the people of Uruk again."

"The people of Uruk?" Lin Qiye was startled, "What are they doing?"

"... was massacred."

Gilgamesh took a deep breath, "The Sumerian gods and monsters rushed into the city from all directions, killing the people of Uruk frantically. This king is fighting one of the gods, but he can't win. past him..."

Lin Qiye turned to look at Monkey King.

In Gilgamesh's confused memory, it was the gods of the Sumerian pantheon who fought him, but in reality, it was Sun Wukong who fought him.

From this point of view, does his false memory correspond to his actions in the real world?

Sun Wukong stared at Gilgamesh with complicated eyes for a long time, and said lightly:

"If you want to fight in the future, you can call me anytime."

After finishing speaking, he gave Lin Qiye a look, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Lin Qiye understood what he meant, and stepped forward to follow.

Braki held the harp, pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Gilgamesh, and said seriously:

"If you want to fight, don't look for me. After all, I can't beat you if you add up to ten... But if you want to chat with someone, I'm always on call."

Gilgamesh looked at him silently, and the eyes of the two leaving figures showed complex colors.

...

Lin Qiye and Sun Wukong walked to the second floor of the sick building. The latter glanced at Braki and Gilgamesh below, and took the initiative to say:

"His situation is not good, and the time left for you may not be much."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Qiye froze in place.

"What's the meaning?"

"In the past few days, every time I have played against him, I can feel that his state is getting worse and worse. This time he is completely out of control, which may be an omen, indicating that the existence of the outside world manipulating his memory has broken a certain boundary and started Gradually affect his behavior."

"With the first time, in the future, the number of times he lost control will only increase, and the frequency will gradually increase,

If it goes on like this, he will either go crazy due to complete memory confusion, or he will start to self-mutilate or even commit suicide because he wants to maintain his sanity..."

Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's complexion was ugly to the naked eye.

He also thought about what Sun Wukong said, but in his speculation, the worst case scenario is that the treatment progress returns to 0%, and he returns to the state he just walked out of the ward.

But this time, the situation is a little different.

If someone is really manipulating Gilgamesh's memory from the outside world, then the lower limit of deterioration may be far beyond his imagination, and even worse than when he left the ward. The progress of treatment will drop to 0%, and it is not impossible to become a negative number. .

"I see." Lin Qiye nodded solemnly, "I will find out the root cause of Gilgamesh's disease as soon as possible and erase it."

Monkey King nodded slightly, "Being able to manipulate the memory of a god is definitely not an easy matter... Be careful yourself."

"Um."

...

Lin Qiye regained consciousness from the hospital and immediately sat up from the bed.

He bowed his head in thought for a moment, put on his clothes, quickly walked out of the house, went straight to the door of the memorial room, and knocked on the door.

Tuk tuk duk -!

"Tsk, who is it? In the middle of the night."

A sound came from behind the door, followed by the sound of slippers rubbing against the ground.

creak.

The door opened, and Memorial was wearing a brown fluffy pajamas, standing behind the door with a displeased face.

After leaving Daxia, Memorial returned her hair back to silvery white, messy and hanging down to her waist, with a pair of round black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, a little more bookish, and she was completely different from her who was playing with modified motorcycles during the day .

"It's you?" Memorial glanced at Lin Qiye, and said angrily, "Do you know what time it is?"

"I know." Lin Qiye nodded and said seriously, "But I have something important to ask you."

"important things?"

Memorial looked into his eyes suspiciously, after confirming that he was not joking, she wrapped herself in the fluffy pajamas silently, turned and walked into the room,

"Change your shoes, come in...don't close the door tightly, leave a crack, or else a man and a widow are alone in the same room in the middle of the night, who can tell..."

Lin Qiye smiled wryly, put on his slippers, and walked into the memorial room.

The warm light casts a halo, illuminating a corner of the room. The desk in the center is filled with various heavy books, and there are also a few scraps of draft paper scattered on the desk, filled with complex formulas that Lin Qiye cannot understand. .

"Introduction to Plasma Physics", "Principles of Nuclear Fusion", "In-depth Study of the Trajectory of Atomic Motion in Critical State"...

"It's so late, are you still studying?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

Memorial walked to the desk and sat on a chair. Her long silver hair looked like a golden waterfall under the warm light. She took off the round glasses on the bridge of her nose and rubbed the corners of her eyes wearily:

"If you don't study, how can you become stronger?"

"You are already the ceiling of human beings, how can you be stronger?"

"...Not enough." Memorial shook his head slightly, a look of loneliness flashed in his eyes, "I'm still far away."

Lin Qiye asked puzzledly, "Is this not enough? You want to break through and become a god? Even so, don't be so anxious... What do you want to do?"

Memorial didn't answer, she just rubbed the back of her hand lightly, and after a long time, she spoke slowly:

"I want to... go home."

"Go home? Where is your home?"

"Wherever your hospital comes from, my home is there."

Lin Qiye's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in shock: "You and the Gods Mental Hospital, are you from the same place?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I appeared in that hospital and walked through the mist with it?" Memorial leaned on the back of the chair and said with a sigh, "Originally, I fell into this world with it of……"

Lin Qiye stared into Memorial's eyes, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, "I see... No wonder your Forbidden Ruins is so special, and you have so many strange talents."

Commemorative smiled, raised the back of his hand, and stared at the complex pattern made of pixels,

"This is not the Forbidden Ruins... In my world, this thing is called [Fengwen], but in terms of the form of its ability, it is very similar to your Forbidden Ruins."

She raised her head, stared at Lin Qiye, and said solemnly:

"Your hospital is far more miraculous than you imagined. It can carry me into this world, and maybe it can also take me away from here...

Lin Qiye, you are the key to my return home. "