"Oh... I'm sorry." An Yu immediately took a step back, followed the officer out, and whispered: "Dian really knows too much."
Qin Zhilu didn't comment and just asked casually: "Do you have mine?"
An Yu shook his head, "He said that you are very defensive."
"Zhong." Qin Zhilu turned his head and glanced at him lightly, "Zhong, wasn't someone taking advantage of it and looking at it completely?"
An Yu felt like he was being strangled, and suddenly became quiet.
He followed the commander through the busy gym and walked to the empty shooting training room. He said softly: "I will keep the boss's secret, just like you keep mine."
Qin Zhilu smiled and picked up the gun.
"That's settled."
The sound of cold mechanical springs echoed in the shooting room. He pointed his gun at the 100-meter target, "The challenge continues."
"yes."
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evening.
“Sleep in the abyss.
"He once accidentally fell into darkness and could not sleep peacefully.
“The ants in the abyss gnaw without knowing the depth.
"Mixed with murmurs of pain and the clamor of silence.
“He dreamed of being played by the lowly, of absurd humiliation.
"He forgets his own greatness,
"To die and to do it again..."
Eyes stopped reading, turned to look at An Yu behind him, and said with a smile: "I still feel like there is still one sentence left. Do you feel anything?"
An Yu said expressionlessly, "I feel pain all over."
His eyes were stunned, "Huh?"
"I had four hours of physical training today." An Yu looked at the sofa aside, "Sorry, I haven't been to school, and I just want to relax for a while... Can I sit down?"
Yan quickly asked him to sit down and poured him another cup of tea, "Sorry, I don't have food here."
An Yu waved his hand, grabbed a handful of energy bars from his pocket, tore one open and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely: "Please continue, don't worry about me."
He smiled and bowed, "Then let me think quietly for some more time."
An Yu chewed the nut particles in the energy bar, his eyes passed over the half-written poem posted on the whiteboard, and looked at the easel set up next to him.
When he came to buy the lottery book a few days ago, the poet said that there was no clue of the fourth gear. But now, there is a very shallow outline of the fourth gear in the south corner of the broken red light, and there seem to be a few in the southeast corner. A misty line.
The first three golden gears have already contained half of the country. If two more are added, they can almost surround the red light from the outside.
An Yu looked at the painting and then back at the poem, his pupils suddenly condensed.
"Gnaw," he read softly. "Whisper, tumult."
Looking back, "What's wrong?"
An Yu lied subconsciously, "It's okay, I just don't quite understand."
Yan Wenyan smiled and turned back, "I don't quite understand either. Every prophetic poem is a signal from the truth, and I am just a passive recipient."
An Yu waited for him to turn around, and his eyes locked on those lines of poetry again.
Area 53, space folding, awakening to genetic infection, is the gnawing of ants without knowing the depth.
Area 84, recalling memories, awakening to his will to actively embrace the girls, was a murmur of pain.
In the orphanage, time speeds up, and he wakes up to the noise in the mirror that no one else can perceive, which is silent noise.
And the next line -
"Being played by a lowly person, absurd humiliation..."
The eye continued to read: "He forgot his own greatness and went to die to repeat himself."
An Yu asked, "Is he dead?"
She remained silent for a long time with her eyes back to him, then took off the cap of her pen and continued writing the last sentence.
"This is how the abyss calls, calling him to wake up."
An Yu breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed he was not dead.
He thought he had finished writing, but he saw that the tip of the pen was still resting on the paper, slowly spitting out a ball of ink. For a long time, with some confusion, he moved the pen tip to the next line and added another sentence.
"Reconnect with Them."
Um……
An Yu couldn't understand anymore, so he silently tore open another energy bar and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It's done." Eyes turned back and smiled at him, "I will add this poem to "Prophetic Poems". Of all my poetry collections, "Prophetic Poems" is the least popular, but it is a precious acquisition. You are My true soulmate. How about calling the new version "Prophetic Poems to An Yu"?"
An Yu said expressionlessly, "Did you choose this name to increase the price?"
"Uh." Yan coughed slightly, "Not really, but the reprint will definitely be more expensive as it adds new content."
"Your new content is only this one, and I have already read it." An Yu stood up immediately, "I suddenly remembered that I haven't eaten breakfast yet, so I have to leave first."
"Oh! Just wait!"
The poet shouted behind him, and An Yu's footsteps became faster and faster. When he reached the end of the stairs, he immediately started jogging and rushed downstairs.
He trotted through the hall toward the door. The poet poked his head out from above, "Forget it if you don't buy it! Why are you running? Help me bring a message to Dian!"
An Yu stopped suddenly at the door, turned around and looked up at him, "Has Dian been here?"
"He came in the morning." The poet paused, "He can also see the broken red light, which happened after the distortion with the book."
The low voice echoed in the empty church, and An Yu's eyes suddenly darkened, "Then in his eyes, Qin Zhilu is just a big ball of red light that he randomly shaped into someone?"
The poet nodded, "But he said that he could sense many variables in that adult, but he could never tell which variable would allow that adult to escape his bad luck." He sighed, "We broke up unhappy. I shouldn’t have contacted him again. But he is the first person who can see the red light like me, so if possible, please help me persuade him. I have no intention of saving the world, I just hope that the people around me will stay away from bad luck. Ann Yu, the same goes for you, don’t get too close to that adult.”
An Yu remained silent. After the echo of the poet's words dissipated, there was a dead silence in the church. He looked at the poet from a distance, and after a long time he said softly: "I understand."
He turned around and opened the door, and as soon as he took a step outside, the poet chanted from a high place behind him: "Don't embrace misfortune because the misfortune has suffered!"
An Yu stopped suddenly and looked back. The emptiness in his golden eyes gradually converged, and his pupils gradually stood up, staring at the poet.
"This sentence is also for you. Please also put away your kindness to me."
As he spoke, he turned around indifferently and walked out without looking back. "If he is bad luck, then I must have greater bad luck."
An Yu left the church with a heavy heart, but saw a familiar black car parked on the roadside.
The window was lowered and Qin Zhilu said: "Get in the car."
"Sir?"
"Things have changed in Area 34." Qin Zhilu handed over his terminal, "Shangfeng is still drafting the task and it will be released soon."
The latest message from the Black Tower popped up on the screen.
【Emergency Warning】
[Signs of time confusion were found on some area 34 investigators. The Black Tower has conducted minute-by-minute interviews with relevant personnel during the mission period. All the informants have experienced memory loss for different periods of time, and they have no self-awareness without reminder. In addition, there are also some physiological abnormalities, all pointing to individual time confusion. Details will be released later, please prepare for the mission! 】
"That's what's called 'no exception'."
Qin Zhilu stared at a point in the air in front of him and said coldly: "It seems that the time confusion last night was not a server failure, but something hiding in the dark, feeling proud of its own tricks."
The author has something to say:
Post the full text of the new prophetic poem, the text is a bit fragmented.
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"Sleeping in the abyss"
He once accidentally fell into darkness and could not sleep peacefully.
The ants in the abyss are gnawing without knowing the depth.
Intertwined with murmurs of pain and the noise of silence.
He dreamed of being played by a lowly person, of absurd humiliation.
He forgot his own greatness and went to die to repeat himself.
With this, the abyss calls out, calling him to wake up.
Reconnect with them.
Chapter 62 Time Console·62
Spire Central Communications Hall.
The lawful ones crowded the place to the limit, and cast their eyes on the huge screen hanging in the sky.
In the image data, a soldier looked blankly at the camera.
"At the 274th minute after the mission started, the action recorder showed that I walked into the 34th District Hospital. At the 336th minute, I came out of the hospital."
"So you stayed in the hospital for 62 minutes. What did you see during these 62 minutes? Who did you talk to?"
"I... I'm sorry. I only know that I went to the hospital and came out of it normally. I have no memory of what happened in between."
"You forgot."
"It's not forgetting. I've forgotten important things before, and I'll have flashbacks when I'm reminded, but this time it's like..." The soldier frowned in pain, lowered his head and hugged his head, "I'm sorry, can I say, my It’s like these 62 minutes have never existed in your life?”
The video ends.
A total of 12 videos were transmitted from the Black Tower. Similar experiences befell these 12 soldiers. They seemed to have been robbed out of thin air for a period of time. What was terrible was that they did not realize it. After returning to the main city, they all wrote in the battle report He said lightly, "Nothing unusual was found in Area 34."
The screen jumps to the area 34 map.
