"I'm fine..." An Yu released the hand covering his temples, gave up reading, and whispered: "I heard that when you prayed the night before committing suicide, you also told the people in the main city that every disaster will end. , some of the source of chaos will return to the sky, and one day, all suffering will be far away from the world. But the next day, you sent me such a completely opposite sentence. I just want to know, what did you see in this day? What has happened that makes you so desperate?"
The poet's eyes fluctuated when he heard this, and he looked out the window in silence.
An Yu continued: "On the day of the accident, I slept until evening. I later learned that my commander had been to church in the morning to pray for an outstanding companion we had just lost. But then, you called Dian over in a hurry. , and chose to end his life in the evening."
He stood up and walked to the poet, covering the beautiful scenery outside the window, forcing him to stare at himself, "Tell me, what did you see in Qin Zhilu again?"
After confronting him for a long time, he said softly: "I have been painting for you. I wanted to give it to you, but I couldn't finish it halfway. You should go to the church and have a look."
The poet is away, and the church has been closed for a week.
An Yu pushed open the heavy door. No lights were turned on inside. The light penetrated into the building through the narrow floor-to-ceiling windows at the top of the tower. In the darkness, dust fluttered between the light pillars.
The bookshelf on the top floor has disappeared, and the poetry books that were once scattered everywhere have been cleared away, leaving only a lonely single sofa, sleeping in the desolation.
Next to the sofa stood a cloth-covered easel. An Yu raised his hand to lift the veil, and his pupils suddenly narrowed.
Behind the broken red light, four golden gears emerged clearly. The gears were more complete than last time, but this time, a large amount of red light was wetted, as if it was forcibly erased from the canvas by a water-soaked paintbrush.
The disappearance of the red light should have made people feel at ease, but the large, rough and dirty traces made An Yu feel horrified and palpitated.
The terminal beeps.
Eyes whispered into the phone: "I have been observing the broken red light for these years. I told you when we first met, there were more and more red lights, but at that time I didn't think it was very dangerous, because the red light The appearance of light follows a pattern - whenever the Black Tower Announcement completely eliminates a certain abnormal phenomenon, the red light in the sky will increase. The degree of increase in red light is almost directly proportional to the severity of the Black Tower Announcement. I always thought that waiting for people Once all the chaos is sorted out, perhaps the source of the chaos will return to the universe.”
"After the anomaly in Area 34 was resolved, there were so many red lights in the sky that they almost filled the sky. I thought this was a good thing, but until I woke up that morning, a large area of them suddenly disappeared."
An Yu stared at the painting, feeling cold in his heart. He seemed to have a premonition of what the poet was going to say.
He asked: "Where have you gone?"
"On your commander."
In the terminal, Eyes laughed hissingly, his voice like a fragile snake.
"I spent a lot of time investigating him. He was the child of a pregnant woman who faced the disaster in the Yug Snowfield. He is the disaster itself. The disaster ran out of him and returned to him after being dealt with. On the body, the cycle goes on and on. How ridiculous, the last line of defense that human beings are self-righteous and dependent on in every possible way is the source of everything. As long as he is around, human beings will always be trapped in the abyss until complete destruction."
*
When leaving the church, An Yu took the painting with him.
"What did you bring?" Yan Xi glanced at the drawing paper stacked on An Yu's lap in the rearview mirror, "Does the poet want you to bring him something to relieve his boredom?"
An Yu shook his head, "I studied writing with him before and left some scrap manuscripts, so I'll just take them away."
"Writing?" Yan Xi smiled, "You'd better have less contact with him. Don't be taught to talk too much. My colleague who is responsible for talking to him every day will collapse."
An Yu's heart skipped a beat and he asked calmly, "What did he say?"
"Rambled on and on, making no sense. When I asked too many questions, I started to curse the Black Tower, curse the Oath of the Order, curse the fate of mankind, and also shouted that Qin Zhilu was the source of disaster, and that even the controller of time and space could not save mankind. Something like that." Yan Xi sighed with a big head, "The brain just issued a written conclusion on him, thinking that he is severely depressed and delusional. Although it has nothing to do with the aberration, he is already a pure lunatic."
Hearing this, An Yu leaned back on his seat, lowered his eyes and said, "Well. Since it has nothing to do with the distortion, let him go back, or go to a general hospital for psychological treatment. The summit and the brain are very busy recently, don't waste time on him On my body."
"You think so, right?" Yan Xi shook his head and said, "The superiors are no longer patient. We will release him tonight. My colleague will finally be freed."
The car drove out of the main city and reached the spire outside the protection of the dome.
An Yu suddenly said casually: "If sir is really the source of disaster, wouldn't it be the annihilation of mankind?"
Yan Xi's mechanical eyeballs rotated slightly in their sockets, which was a sign of his relaxed state.
He nodded and smiled: "Of course, but this assumption is pure nonsense. The identity of the law is kept secret from the outside world. People only know that he is a powerful lawful person. Eyes probably heard about the law from somewhere. It’s because of the infinite genetic entropy that people speak out in panic.”
An Yu nodded, opened the car door and then retracted, as if he suddenly remembered something, hesitantly said: "Can you ask Shangfeng for me?"
Yan Xi turned around and said in surprise: "Of course, you can make any requests you have."
An Yu bit his lip, lowered his eyes, and hesitated for a long time before he hesitated and said: "Stop letting poets preside over night prayers. Although I used to find prophetic poems interesting, now I feel a little uneasy every time I listen to him. I even think... Wanting to hurt myself, I had a dream in which I jumped from a high altitude like him, and when I woke up, I felt longing for it.”
Yan Xi's expression became serious, "How long has it been?"
An Yu said softly: "My mood has been unstable since I came back from Area 34... My mental strength went through severe turmoil in Area 34, as you know..."
"Understood." Yan Xi said immediately: "I will immediately report it to the superiors and ask the poet to return to the church to rest quietly. The church is suspended indefinitely. The Black Tower will definitely respect your wishes. Please rest assured."
An Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."
He stood up and got out of the car, his panic dissipated as the door closed behind him. He stood in the wind and snow, quietly watching the car drive back to the main city, and then turned and walked towards the minaret.
On the 199th floor, Qin Zhilu’s room door was ajar.
The world-wide snowstorm caused by Area 34 has long since stopped, but soon after the snow stopped, abnormal phenomena began to spread around the world. Qin Zhilu rarely went out to work for insignificant anomalies, but recently the Minaret was seriously short of manpower, and he was forced to be busy without touching the ground.
An Yu would sometimes run into him several times a day - which meant that he would straighten out several disorderly areas within 24 hours.
An Yu walked to the door of Qin Zhilu's room and peeked inside.
Qin Zhilu only wore a black vest on his upper body, with his strong shoulders and arms exposed. His legs were wrapped in a pair of black diving pants, and the fabric that clung to his skin outlined smooth lines.
He slipped his feet into his booties—special diving boots that instantly turned into fins, even though he didn't necessarily need them.
The leather gloves touched the safety buckle of the boots and pulled them up. Qin Zhilu asked without looking back: "What are you hiding?"
"Well..." An Yu opened the door and came in, "Good afternoon, sir."
Qin Zhilu looked back at him, "You already told me this a few hours ago. Have you had dinner?"
An Yu shook his head, "I'm about to go."
He glanced at the bags with bread stickers on the corners scattered on the table.
Judging from the labels, they are all new ring bread. Qin Zhilu seemed to have eaten four of them, leaving only one mouthful of the fifth one on the table.
Qin Zhilu grabbed the remaining bite of bread, ate it quickly, and said, "Xide is busy with work recently and has no time to teach you. You have to control your training volume and diet."
An Yu nodded, "You seem to like the new products in my store."
Qin Zhilu raised his eyebrows and held the empty bread paper bag, "I thought this was the bread you rolled out for me."
He paused, "Isn't it?"
An Yu blinked innocently, "This is a new product designed by Madam Maddie. I am only responsible for writing the bread story... But in any case, thank you for taking care of the business."
Qin Zhilu chuckled, neatly tidied the table with quick movements, picked up his equipment and turned to leave.
"An underwater mission?" An Yu asked.
Qin Zhilu said "Yeah", "Shen Yang is already exhausted, and Chao Wu is also struggling. Dealing with underwater distortion has always been the shortcoming of Minaret, and there is a serious shortage of manpower."
An Yu paused, "Do you need me to accompany you?"
Qin Zhilu had already stepped out of the room with one foot, then stepped back and looked at him in surprise for a while.
"Something happened to the store?"
An Yu was confused, "No."
Qin Zhilu frowned, "Xu Shuangshuang messed up his investment?"
"The investment returns are very good..." An Yu was confused, "Why do you ask?"
"Do you want to expand the store again?" Qin Zhilu wondered: "Why do you take the initiative to go out for field work, or is it such a small and insignificant task?"
"..."
An Yu was really worried about his image in the commander's mind for a few seconds, and then sighed: "No, it's just a casual mention, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Qin Zhilu looked at him carefully for a moment, "I heard that you had your brain removed today. What, the poet gave you another prediction? Predicted that I would die at the bottom of the sea?"
Without waiting for An Yu's answer, he added: "A few minutes ago, Shangfeng called nervously to inquire about your emotional state, for fear that you would commit suicide at any time. It seems that someone really wants to block the poet's mouth, behind my back. It was a pitiful act in front of the Black Tower."
An Yu was exposed and could only stand innocently and look at him.
Qin Zhilu turned to the cabinet, rummaged through it for a long time, and then took out a smaller underwater device and threw it on the table, "Tell me, what did Mr. Shengun say about me again?"
An Yu licked his lower lips and said softly: "You are the source of disaster. Disaster returns from the human world to the universe, and then from the universe back to you. The cycle repeats without end."
Qin Zhilu paused while arranging the equipment, turned back and raised his eyebrows: "Exact words?"
An Yu nodded.
Qin Zhilu was silent for a moment and smiled silently, "Then let's borrow his good words."
An Yu was stunned, "What do you mean?"
He originally thought that the superior would be angry, or that he would not care at all like before. But the officer was very calm. The moment of surprise when he first heard it didn't seem like he was surprised by the unreasonable slander, but more like he was surprised by the poet's ability.
"It means, that's what I want." Qin Zhilu whispered with his back to him, his tone seemed to be joking, but when he turned around, there was no smile in his black eyes.
An Yu stared into those black eyes, "You told me that humans' extreme fear of Zhan Xue will tear me to pieces. So, humans' extreme expectations for you, if they fail, will tear you to pieces as well."
Qin Zhilu nodded calmly, "If I am really the source of the disaster, there is no need for humans to take action."
The pupils on the opposite side suddenly narrowed, and the golden eyes were stunned for a moment.
Qin Zhilu looked away and came to An Yu with the device, "Put it on."
An Yu looked down at the complicated straps, "Uh... I just mentioned it casually..."
Qin Zhilu interrupted him, "As a reward from the maintenance officer, I will take you on a mission. You will be back in half a day, and all the contribution to the mission will be credited to you."
An Yu suspected that his values had deviated.
He struggled: "It is also my obligation to protect you. I don't need rewards. You yourself..."
Qin Zhilu raised his eyebrows, "The bottom of the sea is very beautiful. It can help bad things who lie about being in a bad mood to recover their physical and mental health."
An Yu was confused for a while.
"Bad thing? Are you scolding me?"
Qin Zhilu raised the corners of his lips, and then a real smile appeared in his eyes.
"Let's go, let me show you the battlefield where thousands of lawmen in the spire are working hard every day and night."
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[Scrap book pages] 33 High-dimensional sight
There is an interesting concept in human scientific inference.
They believe that four-dimensional beings can browse the timeline forward and backward.
Therefore, we can foresee the future that is scheduled to happen in the present.
Five-dimensional creatures can see countless parallel times and spaces and travel between them.
