Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

Chang Geng thought for a moment, "She can't be considered a victim in the strict sense, because I don't know her background either."

Have you been traveling together for a long time...?

"In the next few days, I'll do it."

"That's it..."

The robin was a little envious.

The concept of the Sea Patrol Knights is actually very similar to "harmony".

They advocate using violence to control violence, while "Tongxie" advocates using the strong to help the weak.

The two sides have different views on the nature of the rescue, which has led to two different directions, but on the surface they are doing the same thing.

"Sea Patrol Knights" are those who believe that one person can hold up someone else's sky, or even the whole world. If others are not capable, then let them take the lead and vent their anger!

"Tong Xie" (同谐) leans towards working together with one heart and one mind. What one person cannot do, two people can do. As long as we unite, there is nothing we cannot do.

Both are advocating for the vulnerable.

She had considered asking him to let her travel with him through the starry sky when they parted.

Wherever he goes, there will inevitably be injustice and oppression, and that is precisely the pain she is dedicated to erasing from the world.

"Hunting" generally only cares about standing up for others and rarely cares about what happens afterward, while "Harmony" is the opposite, paying the most attention to the situation after the matter is over.

The "hunting" is responsible for giving the victims hope for life.

"Tongxie" is responsible for letting this hope that springs from the depths of their hearts serve as fuel to keep them burning.

The pre-sales and after-sales services complement each other perfectly.

One can imagine that the wandering knight-errant has always been a loner.

She silently dismissed the idea, simply considering it an unrealistic fantasy caused by the excessive scattering of thoughts among like-minded individuals.

But now, someone else has beaten her to it and is doing what she had always dreamed of.

She was the one who arrived first...

The robin felt a pang of regret and sighed inwardly.

Where are your friends now?

Since I've chosen to be his guide, it's my responsibility as a robin to help him solve all the problems he encounters in Pinocchio.

"I don't know her, and I can't say her name."

Chang-Geng said he could lead the way, but he couldn't tell where the way was.

"Then let's go, I'll go with you."

The robin nodded, determined to go with him for a while.

Chang Geng didn't say anything and let her follow.

Click!

After the two left, not far away, Sunday, who was worried and insisted on checking on things, crushed the binoculars in his hand.

Is this script correct?

On Sunday, I felt utterly powerless at the sight before me, a sense of something important missing spreading throughout my body.

Dude, what exactly did Chang Gung do?!

Their relationship was better than he had imagined, even much better.

He had assumed that the robin only had a superficial connection with him, and that he had only taken on the task for Pinocchio, just as bringing smiles to others is the duty of an idol.

The way she acted was exactly what she wanted, as if she planned to see Pinocchio again even without him.

The surveillance was merely incidental, and in her eyes it might not even have been surveillance at all; it was simply a matter of truthfully reporting the words and actions she subconsciously recorded in her mind.

What exactly happened before?

No answer was received by Sunday.

All he knew was that his sister, with whom he had once shared everything, was drifting away from him.

Thinking of this, Sunday looked up with a look of utter despair.

NO! ! !

……

……

Golden moment.

"Ah!"

The robin sneezed softly, covering its nose, a hint of doubt flashing in its eyes. Was someone calling its name?

Why are you covering yourself up so tightly?

Chang Geng glanced at it and asked.

"Perhaps my identity is irrelevant to Mr. Ranger."

As the robin spoke, he adjusted his sunglasses, which had become slightly askew due to the wobbling of his nose.

"While I wouldn't call myself a household name, I'm still a fairly well-known singer."

"If we were to appear openly and honestly, it might cause some disturbance. Since Mr. Ranger has come all the way to Pinocchio, I would like to try my best to leave you with a wonderful travel experience."

"It's not necessary."

Chang Geng, however, felt that it was unnecessary.

You'd be better off believing that old bird called "Dream Master" would really trust him to travel freely in Pinocchio than believing that Misha is Mikhail.

He knew perfectly well that the "dream master" was absolutely worried about him.

Putting aside everything else, there is definitely covert surveillance. This is human territory, and it would be easy for evil capitalists to set up their schemes.

He simply couldn't be bothered with it, as long as it didn't bother him.

"I'm just here to find someone. I have no interest in Pinocchio itself. No matter how realistic a fabricated illusion is, it can't bring reality to life."

Initially, people thought that the dreamland constructed by Pinocchio was an ordinary virtual reality.

But only he, as a reborn being, knew that in a month, everything here would be reflected in reality—status, wealth—and in this life, he would definitely…

One hundred words are omitted below.

"While dreams may be unreal, they are an indispensable source of comfort for some people. Their existence is fine, but the most important thing is not to become addicted to them."

The robin nodded and took over the conversation.

"Haven't we talked about this before?"

The robin smiled as he saw that his ideals remained as pure as ever.

"Ah...yes, right, right, right."

In fact, Chang-Geng didn't hear a single word at the time, so he had to temporarily back down and give a perfunctory answer to get away with it.

"By the way, is that your friend?"

The robin pointed to the pink-haired beauty sitting on a bench with a lonely old man and asked curiously.

"is her."

Chang Geng nodded, then raised his hand to greet him.

March 7th.

Upon hearing this call, the girl, who was sitting on the bench with her elbows on her knees and her palms supporting her cheeks, swinging her white legs in a shameless manner, suddenly brightened up.

Volume 1: NO.81: You don't have this ability, but I do.

"Chang Geng!"

March 7th jogged up to him and tugged at his sleeve.

"Amnesia, just like mine."

She pointed to the elderly man sitting on the bench and asked for help, adhering to the principle of seeking help from Chang Gung if needed.

"Amnesia?"

Chang Geng understood what she meant and looked at the old man.

Did he learn empathy and compassion without being taught?

The potential for human growth is truly immeasurable.

He spoke to her directly, and Chang Geng showed her what the beauty of numbers truly meant.

If you need anything, go to Chang Geng, and Chang Geng can do anything!

"do you know?"

Chang Geng asked the robin, wanting to gather some information first.

"Feel sorry."

The robin frowned slightly. "I have no information about this traveler in my memory."

“If needed, I can have someone check his file. Amnesia is no small matter in this dream world.”

It's a bit strange.

In Pinocchio, a space composed of "memory matter," amnesia is practically equivalent to death, and she didn't even hear a whisper of such a momentous event.

This is quite wrong.

Chang Geng nodded. Since there was no intelligence, they would try to negotiate first.

"Hey, Old Deng, what's your name?"

He went up and sat on the bench as if they were old friends, speaking in a tone that suggested familiarity.

"An anonymous guest...?"

The old man caught a glimpse of the train ticket on his collar out of the corner of his eye, and spoke uncertainly because the image was blurry.

"Hmm? Just pretend I am."

Chang Geng glanced at the ticket subconsciously, thus accepting the identity.

You can never have too many alternate accounts.

"However, I only spent some time on the Star Train, so I'm not really a nameless passenger."

He used to spend every day on the Starry Sky Train playing Chaos, so tell me whether he actually stayed or not.

"My job is to be a patrolman on the sea."

"Sea patrol...wandering knight..."

The old man repeated it in a low voice, then suddenly remembered something and his eyes widened.

"A sea patrolman? You're a sea patrolman?!"

The old man remembered the factional ideology represented by those four words, and immediately placed his hands, trembling, on his shoulders.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Chang Geng couldn't understand why he was suddenly so agitated.

What, did the other rangers owe some debt in Pinocchio?

"I...I committed a crime!"

The old man's voice suddenly became passionate, and his dull, lifeless eyes, which had been filled with despair, held a faint glimmer of hope as he looked up at him.

"I killed many people! I...I deserve to die!"

The old man's breathing became rapid.

"Kill me! Avenge those who have died!"

"Wandering knights of the 'Hunter' movement, please seek justice for them. Kill me, erase my existence, and take this taboo with you. I beg you!"