Luo Binhan could see the white flowers from a long distance away. In the endless gray-black wilderness, the white color is as eye-catching as the salt grains falling into the coal. After walking closer, he could even see the flowers on the edge swaying in the wind, like someone wearing a white skirt falling to the ground.
They parked the sub-cabin aircraft not far from Bai Hua, and then walked to Bai Hua under the leadership of the black cat. Luo Binhan originally thought they were piles of vertically placed bouquets, but found that their slender stems were inserted all the way to the bottom, and they looked as if they were planted there. The entire flower patch is one meter square and is incompatible with the surrounding environment. Luo Binhan couldn't imagine how they could be planted one after another.
"Are you sure this is what Old Motago did?" He asked suspiciously, "Is he a plant elf? Sowing seeds makes flowers?"
"I'm just telling you what I saw," Black Cat said. "Don't ask me about technical matters."
Luo Binhan wanted to talk to Black Cat about the Yongguang tribe and the shadows, but Jing Huang had already bypassed them and walked to the other side of the flowers. He knelt down there and held one of them down with his hand.
"...It's really those red lightbulb eyes."
Hearing his soliloquy, Luo Binhan immediately approached him. He tugged at Jing Huang's hair and said, "How can you tell? Is there a signature on it?"
"This kind of flower should be made by Central City." Jing Huang said, "It is used as a road sign in the high place of the spiritual site. If a comrade dies and cannot take away the body, you can also scatter it directly on the ground as a mark. Either By activating specific spiritual field characteristic values, or directly activating it with a specific catalyst, it only takes a few seconds to grow from a seed to a mature state. However, it is useless in the real moon realm, and it will become ordinary when opened. Flowers will wither soon due to incompatibility of water and soil."
His answer surprised Luo Binhan. But it wasn't because of the answer itself, but because Jing Huang actually answered his question honestly. This made him a little forgetful, and he continued to pull Jing Huang's hair and asked, "How do you know about Central City's stuff?"
"I've seen similar things before. Although the color and shape are different, they are probably customized according to personal requirements... Are you going to fucking die? Let go of your hands."
Luo Binhan still let go of his hand. At this moment, he was in a severely divided state of mind: on the one hand, the disappearance of Upsilon made him worried about Momolo, but on the other hand, he felt an unprecedented sense of excitement. The air with a strong smell of sand from the alien planet was being squeezed into his lungs, and it was unknown what secret impact it would have on his health. In front of him was a murder scene, and beside him stood an interstellar criminal and a tyrant's pet. The realization of all this was exciting to him. Like playing games all night on the eve of the college entrance examination, or accidentally walking on a narrow board from a high place. He felt that he should at least spend some time mourning for the murdered family, but the fact was that he had never felt so... alive.
This almost positive mood was quickly exposed, because Jing Huang stood up and immediately said: "The body should be under these flowers, right?"
"I didn't see the body parts in the dream." Black Cat said, "The most common explanation is that they were eaten by something. But if you want to confirm with your own eyes, you can just dig up the flowers. No need Worried that it would disturb their peace - they were still noisy in my sleep."
Jing Huang stretched out his hand without saying a word, and the green star came out of his sleeve, fluttering in the wind and flying towards the flowers. They are like countless green bees, hovering diligently around the flowers, and then gently getting into the heart of the flowers.
The trembling flowers stopped for a moment, and were immediately swallowed up by the green flames. The strange sea of flowers disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the momentum was so violent and sudden that Luo Binhan didn't even see the way the flowers burned in the fire, leaving only a puff of fine ash on his face. He started coughing and tried his best to blow the ash in the direction of Jing Huang.
Jing Huang looked at him with disdain and raised the sleeve of his right hand forward. Ashes at least thirty centimeters thick were blown up from the ground by the whirlwind and rushed toward Luo Binhan. The black cat standing near him quickly moved away, leaving Luo Binhan alone swallowed by the wind of ashes.
He shouted: "Jing Huang! Just wait for me..."
The ashes choked him so much that he couldn't finish the second half of the sentence. He vaguely heard Jing Huang say: "I'll let you scratch him every day."
Luo Binhan covered his mouth and nose firmly and unyieldingly, preparing to shout that he would never give in, and that one day he would personally raise the hairline of interstellar criminals. But something hit him on the back of his hand. It was light, soft yet firm, and clearly not sand mixed with ashes. Luo Binhan subconsciously grabbed it in his hand.
"Stop! Stop!" he said.
The dancing whirlwind stopped immediately. Ashes and sand fell back to the ground. Luo Binhan blinked hard and found that his eyes were not uncomfortable at all. His vision was obviously much stronger than his respiratory system. Then he looked at the thing in his hand and found that it was a bow made of ribbons. It had been buried in the sand for some time, darkening it, but the original pink color of the ribbon was still recognizable. Luo Binhan held it and pinched it twice, feeling that there was still some hard foreign object in the center of the bow.
He put his fingers into the bow and pulled out the hard little thing inside. It was a white rod-shaped object smaller than the diameter of a table tennis ball. One end was round and the other end was as sharp as a pen. It was also unrecognizable due to the burial. He didn't recognize the thing until the black cat made a "hum" sound.
"Finger bones." It commented, "It seems there is a little bit left."
Luo Binhan's fingers slipped and the white stick fell to the ground.
"Is this the person that Old Motago is mourning?" he said, still staring at the bones on the ground. The shape was still a little different from the phalanges he knew he had, and he guessed it was a matter of race.
The black cat paced slowly until one of its front paws touched a phalange.
"We'll find out," it said.
It removed its paw, and the phalanges that were there disappeared. It was replaced by a hazy orange-red flower. Under Luo Binhan's gaze, it sprouted, broke ground, spread, and covered the entire wilderness. Luo Binhan raised his head and saw the full moon hanging in the sky as pale as thin paper.
The dark wind echoed under the moon, carrying deafening screams and roars. He heard male voices, female voices, young children's voices. They were messily intertwined, making his thoughts as muddy as noise.
In the endless anger and terror, only fragmentary words could be understood by him. He heard the male's voice roaring "Bone" over and over, the female's voice crying out for a name, and the toddler's voice saying, "Brother."
"Help, brother."
A faint whisper leaked in the wind.
"Come and save him."
"Like in the story."
"Like what my card says."
"Come on. Come on. Come on."
The fragments became clearer and clearer. The more Luo Binhan wanted to hear it clearly, the more he could find it among the endless noise. As if possessed, he reached out to the full moon in the sky while mumbling endlessly.
"Hey, wake up." A voice louder than a whisper said next to him, "These are just residual dreams captured by cats, don't fall into them."
His hand reaching out to the moon was knocked back by a piece of blood-red sleeve. Jing Huang appeared below his sight, his whole body glowing like a flame in the fog and shadow. The boy in red puffed up his cheeks and let out a roar that reached into the sky. The mist and whispers disappeared in the clear roar, and only the full moon still hung quietly in the sky.
Luo Binhan became more awake. He rubbed his face in confusion, looked up at the full moon, and then looked down at the wilderness covered with orange flowers. The earth was covered with flowers, as warm as a sea of fire, while the sky was so lonely and deserted. The world remained silent as the heaven and earth were torn apart, until the torrential rain poured down and poured water on the blazing earth. The silent and furious tears kept flowing down from the sky without stopping for a long time.
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