Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 857 Opinion

"uncertain."

Anjie, who has never read the fairy tale "Thumbelina" herself, has very personal opinions and perspectives.

"If the old field mouse really doesn't have any scenes at night, how do you think it gets in touch with the mole?"

He Lingling was taken aback.

After confirming that the only sound coming from the old field mouse sleeping in the next room was its snoring, Ange withdrew her head.

She raised her hand and patted her dusty ears, frowning as she said:

“I don’t think it doesn’t have a way of contacting the mole.”

"..." He Lingling recalled the original story and then applied the current plot to Fang Youhua.

After a long pause, He Lingling sighed and said weakly:

"I don't know how to say it, but what you said might make sense, Sister An."

He Lingling really didn't understand what was going on with the current plot.

Logically speaking, given Fang Youhua's keen perception, she should have realized that this guild competition instance was related to her—but He Lingling recalled Fang Youhua's previous behavior and found it hard to believe that Fang Youhua knew.

This shouldn't be Fang Youhua's ability.

Even though in the early stages of Dawn Game it does significantly blur the memories of players whose memories have been extracted... as time goes by, the dungeon storyline should gradually loosen the restrictions on the players whose memories have been extracted.

The plot is already more than halfway through, there's no way Fang Youhua wouldn't have remembered it by now.

He Lingling had reason to suspect that either Fang Youhua herself had genuinely forgotten this unpleasant memory, or that Fang Youhua had actually remembered it but forced herself not to dwell on it.

Both are possible.

The latter possibility is even higher.

Why is Fang Youhua's memory a fairy tale?

After cleaning her ears and face, Anjie sat down next to He Lingling, looked exhausted, and leaned back into the soft blankets.

"it's wired."

He Lingling heard An Jie whisper, "Shouldn't a normal person's memories be based on the world they live in?"

"..."

He Lingling was also a little unsure, and hesitated before saying, "Perhaps this fairy tale holds a significant place in Fang Youhua's memory?"

Besides that, He Lingling didn't know how else to explain it—

"and many more."

He Lingling's breathing suddenly tightened, and she clenched her hands tightly, as if she had thought of something.

"I think I know this..."

Anjie, who was nestled in the quilt, stiffened, her upper body suddenly tightened, and she quickly sat up from the soft bedding.

"what do you know?"

Anjie asked in a low voice, "Is it Fang Youhua? Or Thumbelina?"

"...all of them."

He Lingling felt a throbbing pain deep in her brain. Memories of being on the same team as Fang Youhua flooded her brain at this moment, as if peeling back the layers of her meninges, making her dizzy and trembling.

“When I used to have a pretty good relationship with Fang Youhua…” He Lingling tried hard to recall her memories, frowning as she said, “She once asked me if I had read the story of Thumbelina…”

"Have you seen 'Thumbelina'?"

Anjie asked with some suspicion: "Didn't Chen Yi say that the vast majority of people have seen this story?"

"……Yes."

He Lingling: "So my answer at the time was that I had seen it."

Anjie: "And then? What did Fang Youhua say?"

“She said…” He Lingling recalled her conversation with the other person, her expression somewhat complicated: “She asked me what I thought of the story of Thumbelina?”