"Aaaaaah—" Deng Puyue scratched his head frantically: "Can you just be straightforward! Tell us if this woman is human or a demon!?"
The king suddenly shouted, "Don't move!"
He seemed to hear a sound outside. After holding his breath for a few seconds, he walked to the small window in the attic and pushed it open hard.
Jacaranda blossoms fluttered in the air, and the scene suddenly changed.
Under a clear blue sky in a small park, the female protagonist is sitting on the ground crying under a swing.
She was dressed maturely, wearing a watch, and there were document bags and stacks of printed papers scattered on the ground, the words on them illegible.
She cried so hard that her whole body started to convulse.
"...This is the female lead!?" Deng Puyue's voice suddenly rang out. Wen Zheng looked around but couldn't see her, realizing he had entered a memory, so he hummed in agreement. Then he asked, "Where are the King and Shan Yu?"
After the two responded, Wen Zheng focused on watching the short film.
A short while later, the mysterious male protagonist finally appeared. The little boy looked no more than five or six years old, his clothes were faded from washing, and his exposed arms and legs were injured.
He cautiously approached the woman sitting and crying, and asked in a soft voice, "Auntie, do you want some candy?"
The female lead stopped crying, bit her lower lip, and looked up, revealing a pretty, delicate face with innocent-looking downcast eyes. She wiped her face, took the hard candy the little boy offered, and forced a smile at him: "Thank you..."
Suddenly, the scene transformed into points of light, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the villa.
The staff at the orphanage, dressed in uniforms, held the little boy's hand in one hand and handed the documents to the female protagonist in the other.
"The documents are signed and the household registration has been transferred. Madam, from today onwards you are DouDou's mother."
The female protagonist's face was full of joy as she knelt down and hugged the little boy tightly. She whispered, "You've found your mother. Mommy will always love you and protect you until you grow up."
The little boy nodded with surprising confidence and said seriously, "I will protect my mother too."
The hands of time spun wildly, and scenes from inside the villa flashed by at breakneck speed. Little Dou Ding grew up day by day, and the female protagonist set up his playroom, cooked for him, did his laundry, watched his basketball games, and attended his parent-teacher conferences. Time flowed by like water, and in the blink of an eye, Dou Ding's eighteenth birthday arrived.
Still inside the villa, the female protagonist cooked a table of dishes and bought a large cake.
The male protagonist, now a handsome young man, lights a candle. The light is turned off, the candlelight flickers, and his gaze towards the female protagonist is filled with indescribable tenderness.
"Congratulations on growing up." The female lead said softly, "Mom will always love you."
The male protagonist exhaled a breath—
Darkness descends.
A piercing phone ring cut through the darkness, and the camera swayed, gradually pulling away from the protagonist's hand tightly gripping the phone.
His face was blank with confusion as he stepped into the funeral home.
"Please accept my condolences." The funeral home staff member's face was obscured, and a ghastly white light shone overhead. "This is the traffic accident investigation report... Your mother accidentally drove off a cliff, the fuel tank exploded, and most of her body was burned. It may be impossible to collect her remains..."
"…………"
The phone fell to the ground, and the image on the screen was stretched out indefinitely as it bounced up.
Next, the scene shifts to a cemetery.
"Holy crap," Deng Puyue whispered, "This is so cruel."
Wen Zheng felt a little upset, so he simply turned on the bullet comments to distract himself.
The comments section was filled with lamentations, with some focusing on the female lead's age and others talking about the king.
Wen Zheng looked at it, somewhat puzzled.
-Latest update: Shan Yu just told the live stream that he can't please everyone, accompanied by a helpless wry smile, which aroused the anger of the live stream audience and caused a surge in traffic to the topic thread for "Da Wang".
-What are we, Z, thinking?
-Actually, it's none of our business, but everyone should just avoid going there to farm.
-I can help the king level up, but please don't use Z's name.
-What, I can't watch Z's livestream even though I hate this Wang? Are they paired up?
-Can you please stop spamming so much...Are we even going to watch the movie anymore...?
- Hahahaha, the previous part was hilarious! It's like watching a movie, a heart-wrenching love story! By the way, I still don't understand what this dungeon is about. Why is the woman eternally young? Did she eat a youth-preserving pill?
- This thread is disgusting. What did the king do? I only said a few words to him, and I'm not wrong. The eel is just being hypocritical. Some people think that's mature charm.
- It's better than you, Wang, throwing a tantrum, and I, Z, have to keep accommodating him.
-z, didn't you see how accommodating and tolerant you are?
-Which eye of yours saw Z doing it willingly? Isn't it just that some superficial people forced him to fawn over you, Wang?
- Holy crap!!! The person in front is a troll!!! I don't care about that, thank you! He can play with whoever he wants, why would he be forced to play with a few comments?
-……
Wen Zheng asked in confusion, "What's going on?"
Halfway through their conversation, the scene suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and in the blink of an eye, the four of them were back on the path they had taken when they first entered the dungeon!
All four looked surprised. Wen Zheng, who hadn't been paying attention to the cemetery, asked, "What did you just say?"
Deng Puyue said dejectedly, "They didn't say anything? They just said that the villa was transferred to the male lead... Did we finish the game or not? It wasn't the ending yet..."
The king seemed quite unhappy about being bounced back to the starting point, and kicked the iron fence in front of the heroine's house. After a clang, the heroine slowly walked back from the end of the road...
Everyone: "…………"
"Sister!!!" Deng Puyue rushed forward and grabbed the woman's hand: "I missed you so much, sister, waaaaaah—"
Woman: "Thank you for earlier..."
Deng Puyue: "But the dead can't be brought back to life, so why don't you hurry up and reincarnate!? Raising a cute boy is certainly fun, but ethics and morality won't allow it, sis—"
Woman: "Just now..."
Deng Puyue: "The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore; eighteen years later, you'll be a hero again..."
Woman: "Just now,"
"Let her talk!" Wen Zheng ripped Deng Puyue apart: "Didn't you hear what she said just now? She knows us, she didn't reload her save file!"
"Huh? Oh..."
The woman maintained her gentle expression, smiled kindly, and said, "Thank you all just now. Thanks to you, I was able to regain a piece of my memory."
“But,” she changed the subject, “I still forgot the person I love… He’s still in this house…”
The four people: "..."
The king stepped forward and stared at her: "Say what you have to say all at once."
"The person I love has some of his diaries scattered inside..."
Deng Puyue patted the king's shoulder, not daring to look at his dark face: "Don't be angry, maybe when she sees your face she will think of the word 'diary'."
Shan Yu tried asking again, but received the same answer. When she took out the sewing box and the red ribbon, she only said that the former was very useful and the latter was very pretty, but neither had any practical significance. When asked how old she was, or whether she was a human or a ghost, she gave vague answers.
Left with no other choice, the four of them pushed open the door and went inside.
This time, the villa looked completely different.
The layout remained largely unchanged, but some new furniture and a few more potted plants were added. The children's playroom was transformed into a home theater, the swing was gone, and a multi-functional exercise machine was placed in the empty space.
Deng Puyue ran out of the kitchen and shouted, "A lot of things have been changed in the kitchen! There's even an oven now!"
This time, everyone was familiar with the process.
Wen Zheng was still thinking about what the comments had mentioned earlier, and he was rather absent-minded as he and Da Wang searched for the game room.
He had the live chat on and gradually pieced together what had happened. It seemed that during his fight with Deng Puyue against the boss, Shan Yu and the King had argued.
No wonder they both looked unwell when I went in earlier.
Wen Zheng was feeling somewhat exhausted.
He knew that he was somewhat soft-hearted, and his temper flared up and subsided quickly; he rarely got truly angry with anyone. He felt the same way about the king.
The other person is frank and straightforward; they are happy when they are happy, and they will immediately give you the cold shoulder when they are unhappy. Although it is easy to quarrel over trivial matters, you don't have to guess what the other person is really thinking.
If he had a choice, Wen Zheng would rather be teammates with the King.
Moreover, after the other party entered the survival space, their attitude towards him inexplicably improved a lot. They stopped arguing with him for no reason, went wherever he was told, and it was quite interesting to tease them occasionally.
She didn't yell at him to get out again.
He's skilled in agility and knows how to find things.
"I found it."
Hearing this, Wen Zheng turned around and saw the king holding a stack of papers in his hand, proudly saying, "You should have found them all, so... forget it."
Wen Zheng: "..."
Am I being pitied?
He was momentarily immersed in the other person's slightly indulgent tone, and was terrified. His eyes were vacant as he mechanically followed him out.
Practice makes perfect, and this time everyone wasted no time, quickly spreading out their diaries.
Deng Puyue: "I'm not reading anymore, it's too creepy."
Shan Yu said, "Then I'll do it."
Wen Zheng listened intently, glancing at the comments section out of the corner of his eye.
"When I first met Xiaoying, my mind went blank. How could there be a girl in the world who looks so much like her? But I know that twenty years have passed, and even if she were still alive, she would be old and certainly wouldn't be as young as Xiaoying. But I still couldn't help but pay attention to her, want to talk to her, and want to see her smile. I asked her to go to the movies tomorrow, will she agree?"
"Xiaoying's words and actions are like a carbon copy of hers. Sometimes I can't control the sinful thoughts in my heart. I can no longer tell if I love Xiaoying because of her, or because her personality is exactly what I like. Today Xiaoying bought a new oven and made egg tarts, and they tasted exactly like hers... Am I just afraid of losing her?"
"I went shopping with Xiaoying today and bought her a red floral dress. This is something that makes Xiaoying very different from her. She never wears clothes in such bright colors; Xiaoying is more vibrant and enthusiastic than her..."
- That's perverted.
That's really weird.
-Die, you scumbag substitute!
But what's up with the female lead...?
- Oh, Mingzhu is so cute, she's still playing with a ballpoint pen.
-Really, when no one was looking, he secretly pressed it twice.