What does death smell like?
It's the smell of wind, the smell of earth after rain, the smell of tears, the taste of rust in your mouth due to broken internal organs.
It's the smell of sadness.
It was like a silver mountain spring flowing quietly, and I could only watch it go by, with the wind blowing and ripples on the water surface, and for a moment, tears filled my face quietly.
Regret, remorse, unwillingness, loneliness.
The infinitely high wall stretches across the wilderness, blocking all life. It is infinitely high upward and infinitely wide horizontally. Under the darkness, it has stood here silently since ancient times, representing the end of everything.
The words that could not be spoken, the things that could not be completed, the love that could not be achieved, all came to an abrupt end.
This is death.
Raindrops fell on the ceiling, and a dull knocking sound came through the concrete and echoed in the empty gymnasium. Just breathing made his whole body feel as if it was burning.
Wei Zeshu tried his best to move his eyes away from the ceiling. The entire room was plunged into complete darkness, and the bodies of countless people, whether dead or alive, were stacked near the exit.
Only the black blood seeped slowly, and he was like a fish thirsty for oxygen stranded on the beach. With the slightest breath, the air mixed with the blood gushing from his throat and turned into pink blood foam.
Without looking, he knew that all his muscles and bones were in tatters. Wei Curshu, who had lost his strength, could only let his shaky spine and head return to the original place, lying on the wooden platform with his head up, with only the top of his head in his eyes. The only hanging searchlight swayed slightly.
"Did I succeed?"
"Are there any survivors among my classmates and teachers?"
"Is that thing dead?"
"Did that girl survive?"
"There are still many questions I want to ask her. What is anomaly? What is soul pressure? What is law? Are there many people in this world who can see them?"
"...Am I going to die?"
The light was dazzling, and the boy felt like crying when he smelled the familiar smell of the dusty podium and the unfamiliar smell of blood.
He looked at the sky in front of him. Due to excessive blood loss, his body felt so cold. It was cold from the inside out, and his vision began to become blurry.
"We exist because of exceptions"
The anomalies said this. They spoke inarticulately, clumsily learning the pronunciation of this sentence, trying desperately to express something.
"We exist because of abnormalities."
People said this, their voices carrying an indescribable melancholy and solemnity.
"People shouldn't die with regrets."
Wei Curcuma thought so.
The wind carried the smell of loneliness, and when he closed his eyes, he saw more.
The wind... never stops...
Wei Curcuma closed his eyes. He experienced a tragic battle that people could not imagine, and he accepted such death.
"People shouldn't die because of that kind of monster and die with regret, but I accept the end of my life."
He thought so.
"I stood up and fought to the death. Its head was smashed by me with a basketball stand...I accept my final outcome."
He thought about how the muscles in his arms were completely stretched to the point of ulceration when he lifted the huge piece of steel, but he never cared.
I accept.
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"You two...sigh..."
"One is my teacher, and the other is my classmate and current colleague. What can I say?"
Zhenjun and Gu Wen were silent, each holding on to a completely different choice. Xuan Qing sighed quietly, knowing that his days of fishing were over. If he didn't say something or do something, I'm afraid Gu Wen would do it again. Ordered something.
He walked to Wei Curcuma and knelt down quietly, and poked Wei Curcuma who was already a puddle of flesh with his hand.
"Xuan Qing, he has broken bones all over his body, please be careful."
Gu Wen glared at Xuan Qing, who was wearing a black trench coat and carrying a long sword with spikes on his back. The latter waved his hand casually.
"Young man, can you still hear me?"
Wei Curcuma's eyelashes trembled slightly, and such a small movement could not escape the eyes of the three people present. Xuan Qing laughed casually as if he had guessed.
"Hey, let me tell you, young man, there are two people now. One of them is going to kill you, the other is going to save you, and I... I want to ask you and hear your opinion. "
Xuan Qing squatted beside him and said this.
"Do you want to live?"
"Zhenjun, according to the abnormal guidelines of the Ministry of Public Security, I can submit a formal application to Boss Shuifeng and follow the country's laws to let him clear his memory and live on, becoming a so-called normal person and ensuring his life safety, right?"
Xuan Qing smiled and said to Zhenjun, unceremoniously referring to Shui Feng and the country's Ministry of Public Security guidelines. If he directly followed the rules and regulations, no one could say anything. Shui Feng's most important thing is order and stability.
"Or... is there another possibility?"
Xuan Qing squinted and smiled, tilting his head and waiting for the familiar Gu Wen to say the words he often said.
"Let him choose his own destiny."
"..."
The true king stood with his hands behind his back. Gu Wen did not waver at all. He just looked at Wei Curcuma.
Wei Curcuma closed his eyes.
He is not a bad person, and he will not take the initiative to help everyone.
He is a person who cannot refuse to ask for help, and he is also a person who cannot watch others suffer misfortune.
If someone reaches out to him for help, he will respond.
If that person was crying for help from a hero to save him, then Wei Curcuma would be her hero, cutting through the darkness and coming here.
He has seen countless things, things that he can't do anything about. He accepts that people's birth, old age, illness and death are caused by fate, but when he saw the abnormality trying to play with human life, he felt that he couldn't accept it.
"People shouldn't die like this, and they shouldn't die with regrets."
He opened his eyes suddenly. Even though no bones in his body were intact and all his internal organs were broken, his eyes were still quiet and bright, like the quietly burning black sun.
"Looks like I don't have to ask anymore."
Gu Wen helped him sit up and looked back at Zhenjun.
"Teacher, this is his choice, and I want to respect his choice."
"...."
"You said that, right? Even mortals are qualified to confront gods. Don't forget your equality with others just because of your own strength."
Xuan Qing added some fuel and jealousy to the side.
"When you were in my class as a sophomore, you were asleep all the time, but you didn't expect that you still remembered what I said."
Zhenjun spoke for the first time, with a subtle smile in his serious words.
"I always remember it, teacher."
Xuan Qing scratched the back of his head helplessly. Unlike his personality, he was a standard top student when he went to school in the north.
His limbs were shattered, his internal organs were bleeding profusely, and his respiratory tract was in tatters. This caused Wei Curcuma to suffer severe pain even when he breathed. In addition, there were invisible cracks in his soul that continued to expand, and there was no possibility of survival at all. .
If ordinary people were injured like this, they would probably hang their heads, close their eyes and wait for death.
But Wei Curcuma was still breathing hard, and the blood on his mouth that had not completely dried up was moving little by little with his slow breathing. This is the most basic human desire to survive.
Even if his limbs are shattered and his internal organs are leaking out, he is still trying to live at this moment. Even if it is a rotten and gray life, Wei Curcuma still wants to live.
He still wants to live. This is the most basic, simple and fundamental desire of life.
"I can't watch a young man die because of an iron rule. He didn't give up. I want to give it a try."
Gu Wen said.
"Well, isn't it pretty good?"
A casual voice suddenly came. It was a young man wearing a military green hooded windbreaker. He had black semi-long hair, and the dark green at the ends of his hair was particularly eye-catching. He didn't know when he appeared in the venue. At this moment, He held his pocket and looked around at the ruins at the scene.
"Sorry, I'm late... Qingjian and the treatment department should be on their way too."
The visitor ignored the solemn atmosphere of everyone in the venue and looked directly at Wei Curcuma who was sitting on the ground.
"If most people were injured like this, they would probably hang their heads, close their eyes and wait for death."
The young man who didn't care about anything looked at Wei Curcuma and made a casual decision. It was clearly raining heavily outside, but there was no trace of rain or wetness on his body.
"Invite him to enroll. It's fun, isn't it?"
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"Sigh... You said Zhenjun isn't angry, right? You can't be angry with me, right?"
The deviants on standby walked into the gym wearing black trench coats. A petite and cute girl directed the medical team and deviants who arrived first to deal with the unconscious students and teachers in the gym in an orderly manner. Another group of people Dispose of remains on the ground.
Xuan Qing was wearing a black windbreaker, carrying a long sword with a sword sling across his back, standing at the back of the team, whispering to Gu Wen, who was wearing a motorcycle jacket next to him.
"It's okay, probably."
Gu Wen scratched his head and sighed, which made Xuan Qing want to sigh even more.
"When I was a freshman, I took Zhenjun's Abnormal Basics. At that time, he even praised me for being smart..."
"How long has it been since we both graduated?"
Gu Wen patted Xuan Qing's back with his hand, put on his headphones, and walked out on his own.
"It's too conspicuous for me to stay here. I'll call you later."
The red-haired hero, one of the very few active first-class supernatural power users, was stuck here like a piece of wood. It really made everyone passing by take a second look and wonder what happened.
Even if these external reasons are excluded, a tall, two-meter-long red-haired man standing here is enough to attract attention.
"It's good if it's not from the Ministry of Public Security..."
Xuan Qing shrugged, looked at his captain and led the team and thought he had nothing to do, and prepared to follow Gu Wen and sneak out for a cigarette.
"Group A, select a few C-level or higher alien suppressors, be careful, and go take care of that abnormal body, Xiao Wen, Xuan Qing! You two, come back here! Don't go out to smoke and be lazy! You personally lead the team to take care of the body !”
The petite girl named Qingjian put her hands on her hips and shouted at the two people who wanted to sneak out like a kitten with fried hair. After Gu Wen was discovered, he scratched his head and came back in embarrassment.
"What about the logistics department? Who is responsible for contacting them? Let them contact the local police chief, seal the place off, and then pretend it is an accident."
"Principal Su, they asked you what kind of accident would be better to disguise it as?"
"Just say that the beam of the gymnasium fell down, and give the builder a symbolic fine. After the fine, return it to them, plus some consolation money."
"Okay, principal, a municipal construction truck will be coming in shortly."
"Well, tell them to hurry up. I want to see the disguised scene before dawn."
"Miss Su, there are so many students and teachers that we can't handle the psychological suggestion. Can you bring in more people?"
"Mr. Sun, don't worry. I have asked all the people in the college who are good at suppressing anomalies to come here. We just need to follow the original pace. We should be able to do it in time."
"good."
"Sister Qing, we have transferred the boy to the hospital. We pretended to be a traffic accident and contacted the family and the hospital. The ambulance was full of our people. The sister of Huazheng Sanpin is using [Fa] Adjuvant treatment.”
"What's going on with him now?"
"His body is saving itself rapidly. The internal bleeding has stopped and he is basically out of danger. However, the trauma may require a long period of recovery, and he will not be able to leave the hospital bed for at least a few months..."
"I understand. I will go to the hospital after I finish this work. Remember to give him enough comfort and compensation, which will come from our public funds."
"OK."
