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, pain.

When the memory is tampered with and cannot identify falsehood and reality, pain is the "anchor" of the fixed Gilgamesh consciousness, which can pull him out of the illusory memory and return to reality.

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

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

"I...I have seen the people of Uruk again."

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

“…slaughtered.”

Gilgamesh took a deep breath, "The Sumerian gods and monsters rushed into the city from all directions, killing Uruk's people crazy. The king is fighting one of the gods, but he failed to defeat him..."

Lin Qiye turned to look at Sun Wukong.

In Gilgamesh's confused memory, the one who fought against him was the Sumerian gods, but corresponding to reality, the one who fought against him was Sun Wukong.

From this point of view, does his false memories correspond to his own real world actions?

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

"If you want to fight in the future, you can call me at any time."

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

Lin Qiye understood his meaning and followed.

Braki held the harp and pondered for a moment, 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 I add up ten... But if you want to find someone to chat, I'll be there anytime."

Gilgamesh looked at him silently, and with the two figures leaving, a complex look appeared in his eyes.

...

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

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

Hearing this sentence, Lin Qiye was stunned.

"What's the meaning?"

"In the past few days, every time I fight with him, I can feel that his condition is getting worse and worse. This time it is completely out of control. Perhaps it is a sign that the outside world's control of his memory has broken some boundaries and has begun to gradually affect his behavior."

"With the first time, the next few times he loses control will only increase, and the frequency will gradually increase.

If this continues, he will either be crazy because he is completely trapped in memory chaos, or he will start to self-harm or even commit suicide because he wants to maintain his rationality..."

Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's face looked so ugly that it was visible to the naked eye.

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

But this time the situation is a little different.

If someone really uses means to manipulate Gilgamesh's memory in the outside world, the lower limit of deterioration may be far beyond his imagination, and it will even be worse than when he walked out of the ward. The treatment progress will drop by 0% and become a negative number.

"I understand." Lin Qiye Zheng pointed at the head, "I will find out the root cause of Gilgamesh's disease as soon as possible and erase it."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, "It's definitely not easy to be able to control a god's memory... Be careful."

"Um."

...

Lin Qiye's consciousness returned from the hospital and immediately sat up from the bed.

He lowered his head and pondered 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.

Twist twist twist twist —!

"Tsk, who? It's midnight."

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

Squeak.

The door opened, and the commemorative stood behind the door wearing a brown fluffy pajamas with an upset face.

After leaving Daxia, Memorial returned her hair to silver white and hanged to her waist in a mess. She wore a pair of round black-framed glasses on her nose, which made her feel a little more bookish, which was completely different from her who was fiddling with motorcycle modifications during the day.

"Is it you?" Memorial glanced at Lin Qiye and spoke in anger: "Do you know what time it is now?"

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

"What's important?"

Memorial looked at his eyes suspiciously, and after confirming that he was not a joke, he silently wrapped his fluffy pajamas on his body, turned around and walked into the room.

"Change your shoes, come in... Don't close the door tightly, leave a gap, otherwise the lonely man and widow are in the same room in the middle of the night, who can tell if it is reported..."

Lin Qiye smiled bitterly and changed into slippers and walked into the commemorative room.

The warm lights shone out a halo, illuminating a corner of the room. The desk in the center was filled with various heavy books, and a few pieces of draft paper with undried ink were scattered on the desktop, full of complex formulas that Lin Qiye could not understand.

"Introduction to Plasma Physics", "Principle of Nuclear Fusion", "Deep Study on the Trajectory of Atoms in Critical State"...

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

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

"How can you become stronger if you don't study?"

"You are already a human ceiling, how strong are you?"

"...It's not enough." Ji Mian shook her head slightly, and a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, "I'm still far from it."

Lin Qiye asked in confusion, "This is not enough? Do you want to break through and become a god? Even so, don't be so anxious... What do you want to do?"

Memorial did not answer, she just gently rubbed the back of her hand, and after a long time, she slowly spoke:

"I want to... go home."

"Go home? Where is your home?"

"My home is wherever your hospital comes from."

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

"Otherwise, why do you think I appeared in that hospital and walked through the fog with it?" Ji Min leaned on the back of the chair and sighed, "Originally, I fell into this world with it..."

Lin Qiye stared at Memorial's eyes and came to his senses for a while, "So that's it... No wonder your forbidden ruins are so special, and there are so many strange talents."

Memorial smiled, raised the back of his hand, and looked at the complex pattern intertwined by pixels.

"This is not a forbidden ruin... In my world, this thing is called [结结], but in the form of the presentation of abilities, it is very similar to your forbidden ruins."

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

"Your hospital is far more magical than you think. It can carry me to this world, and perhaps take me away from here with me...

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

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