He raised his head and looked towards the tall building.
The portrait of Asa Acto was still lit, the only source of light in the night.
The young doctor smiled gently, as if he could spread his knowledge and wisdom into this gloomy world.
The images of Su Mingan and Akto stared at each other for a long time, like two faraway travelers looking at each other.
In the world chat channel, players are still chatting:
[Haggart (unaffiliated):!! I can really hear his voice. I feel the "source" in my body. There is a voice teaching me how to use the "source"! 】
[Mi Lili (United Group): Don’t listen! The gods of this world are Tawi, and they are not good things! Don’t be fooled by the temporary increase in combat power! 】
[Sun Xun (Yangtze River System): Even though I don’t want to hear it, these voices are still ringing in my ears. They are tempting me and making me recognize them...]
[Li Yi (unaffiliated): Well, will we players also suffer from the "deficiency" disease? If we recognize his dimension, will we gradually lose our memory and become a different person from before? The deficiency disease is contagious. If we get the disease and return to the world of the Lord God...]
[Luojiqi (unaffiliated): Probably...not so. "Deletion" syndrome is a disease, should it be a physical problem? Part of the brain? I feel like we will be healed when we return. 】
…
Su Mingan looked away.
It's New Year's Eve in a few days.
A year ago, he would never have imagined that he would face such a dilemma a few days before New Year's Eve this year.
He took out an ID card and walked towards a small two-story building.
With a beep, the door lock opened, and he pushed the door open and entered.
This residence is very clean, the coffee table in the living room is spotless, and some art books are stacked on the table.
The living room and bedroom are connected together. A small and neat bed is placed in the corner, next to several boxes of unopened paints.
He went upstairs along the stairs. The wooden stairs made a "creeping" sound. When he stepped onto the somewhat short two-story attic, he opened the door and saw an open view.
The low windows slanted down the dim light, and in the angled room, dozens of drawing papers were hung on wooden shelves, arranged in a row, like reflective half-length mirrors.
The owner of the house should be good at gouache painting, mostly landscapes.
The green mountains and rivers are almost invisible in this era. They are like dreamlike scenes left on the painting paper, making people yearn for them.
There are two blood-red seals on the door downstairs.
[House owner number IJ-1982, Qiu Li, confirmed dead. 】
【The house will be processed. 】
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With a "crash", Su Mingan opened a book on the ground titled "Records of Scenery Before the Catastrophe of the Century" - the pictures in the book were of faint distant mountains, with peaks and ridges, clear water like a mirror, and hills carrying a few traces of mist. , the scenery is quite beautiful.
It can be seen that Qiu Li yearns for the era before the catastrophe of the century.
When she was walking with him, what would she think about when she occasionally lost her mind?
I wonder...if she hadn't been [missing], could she have lived long enough to witness these beauties with her own eyes?
Su Mingan closed the book in his hand.
He put the ID card between the pages of the book and pasted the small name "Qiu Li" together with the distant mountains she longed for.
Suddenly, he turned his head and saw a figure wearing a black robe and holding a flute, floating outside the low window.
The man in black robe is playing the flute, and the sound of the flute is quiet and sweet at night.
Su Mingan's vigilance was instantly heightened.
...This man was really like a ghost, suddenly appearing outside his window.
"Lovis, come take a walk with me." Lin Guang said. He put down his flute and smiled stiffly.
"You really want to be friends with me?" Su Mingan took a step back.
"Lovis, come with me for a walk." Lin Guang didn't answer, just repeated.
Su Mingan was silent for a moment.
"Okay," he said.
He should sacrifice some sleep tonight, since the opponent is the camp boss after all.
Lin Guang smiled, and he seemed very happy with this result.
When going out, Su Mingan looked back.
There is a large landscape painting hanging on the wall of the room.
The deserted crescent moon hangs on the branches, and the deep sky is inlaid with stars and bright moon. A girl wearing a demon fox mask stands under the blooming peach blossoms, her bright red knot raising a crimson arc.
This is a very beautiful painting.
Qiu Li is indeed very talented in painting. Each of her paintings can give people a glimpse of the beautiful era before the catastrophe of the century.
Unfortunately, this kind of painting talent is the most worthless thing in this era.
"Do you care about the owner of this house?" Lin Guang's voice came from the side.
"No." Su Mingan said.
"She is dead." Linguang said, "People will not be resurrected. If she is dead, she is dead."
He insisted on emphasizing this point.
"I know, I was just passing by." Su Mingan said.
"It's meaningless, a waste of time. She's already dead." Lin Guang said.
Su Mingan was silent - doesn't it count as a waste of time to go shopping with you in the dark?
...He can't talk logic with mental illness.
"That person named Qiu Li, her room is full of paintings from before the catastrophe of the century." Lin Guang said: "Although there are only some inconsequential records like landscape paintings left, people are still trying to restore the scene thirty years ago. The world. Even though their memories have been erased, they still yearn for it..."
Speaking of this, Lin Guang's eyes gradually became gloomy:
"They... don't like my era."
Lin Guang is talking about "my era" and he sees himself as the ruler of the current era.
As the most powerful agent of the gods, Lin Guang can kill anyone he likes and dominate any believer in the city of gods. He does have the qualifications to say so.
But in Su Ming'an's view, Lin Guang was just a dog who took refuge in him and betrayed the world.
A dog that was lucky enough to come into contact with him first, received the most favor from him, and therefore became the most powerful dog.
A dog will be a dog after all.
Lin Guang only took advantage of Asa's disappearance within thirty years to occupy such a dominant position.
They walked in the dim night, there was only the sound of crushing frost, there was no scenery around them, and the temperature would even freeze to death, but Lin Guang seemed to enjoy this "walk".
It seemed that Lin Guang felt very happy just by walking like this.
As they walked, Lin Guang took out the flute again and started playing.
When passing the Fenghuo Shelter, Lin Guang stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"You're home." Lin Guang said, "Good night."
He had no intention of taking away Su Ming'an's sleep time.
This walk, described as a walk, is actually more like a kind of protection at night.
Su Mingan walked towards the shelter, Lin Guang still stood there and looked at him.
Seeing Su Ming'an turn around, Lin Guang reluctantly smiled again, the expression on his stiff facial features looking quite distorted.
"——Tomorrow is my last day of patrolling District 11, and then I will return to the City of Gods." Linguang said, "Luvis, are you willing to come with me?"
Su Mingan looked at Lin Guang.
The next moment, he activated the power-holder skill.
…
[The master's skills failed to activate. 】
…
……Um?
Su Mingan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the person in power's skills had failed again.
There are only three possibilities - the other party does not have a favorability bar, or the other party is not a human being, or the other party is already full of favorability.
Lin Guang stood there, waiting for his answer.
"No." Su Mingan said, "I have already joined the freedom camp and will not switch to the god camp."
Lin Guang's expression did not change when he heard Su Ming'an reject him.
"This is the second time you have rejected me." Lin Guang said.
He turned around, and the cold wind lifted his black robe. He walked very fast, and with a flash of light, he disappeared from Su Ming'an's sight.
The night was silent and the streets were silent.
Su Ming'an stood there for a moment, activated his displacement, and moved to his room on the third floor precisely.
"Wha—" Xiko's figure suddenly appeared.
"Doctor, someone has been to your room." Xi Ke said.
Su Mingan also discovered it.
A piece of hair that he had clamped on the door fell to the ground, and the door was opened.
"Let's take a look at the video." Xiko said.
Su Mingan's personal terminal was placed on the desktop, and the camera was continuously turned on.
Su Mingan turned on the video.
In the scene, half an hour after he left, someone knocked on the door. Seeing no one in the room responded, the man took out the key and unlocked the door.
"……not here?"
Two people came in. It was a red-haired boy and a black-haired girl.
They looked around and found signs of torn tape on the windows.
"He's out." The red-haired boy said.
The black-haired girl stared at the empty bed: "Teredia said he is Asa. I am very happy that Asa is finally back. It's just... he seems to have forgotten everything."
"It's okay to forget." The red-haired boy clenched his fists: "Since he has forgotten everything, don't force him to continue leading us. Before he disappeared, I felt that if he could put down all responsibilities... How nice."
"It is not suitable for him to reveal his identity now. In order to cut off the room for human resistance, the gods' camp will try their best to assassinate human heroes. Although Asa's image stands high, it is just a way for the gods to appease people. He himself is absolutely Can't come back." The black-haired girl said:
"Since his name is Luvis now...he will be Luvis in our eyes from now on. The name Asa Akto is too heavy, let's...forget it."
They closed the door gently and their footsteps walked away.
Su Mingan closed the personal terminal.
He already recognized who they were - the night meeting, the red-haired man number eight, the dark-haired woman number nine.
Coupled with the fact that Lin Guang looks very much like man No. 6, Su Mingan can deduce that No. 2 to No. 9 who participated in the meeting are all from this period.
Why were they present at the conference seventy years later?
Seeing this, everyone in the barrage gave him advice:
[Akto is not simple! Not only was he causing trouble in the Century Catastrophe thirty years ago, he was also causing trouble in the City of Measurement seventy years later. Now that Su Mingan is here, he is probably going to cause trouble again in the War of Dawn! 】
[We, as the savior during the catastrophic period of the century, disappeared for thirty years, and when he came back, he led mankind to resist higher civilization and ignited! ! 】
[What is that Linguang? Who are the eight attendees of those nightly meetings? 】
[It is reasonable to speculate that the participants are no longer real people...maybe they are images or something like that. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain that their appearance has hardly changed in seventy years. 】
[Then why is Lin Guang, the big villain, sitting with Teredia and the others? He is number six! 】
[Fortunately, Su Ming'an wore a mask at the beginning, hiding that he was Akto, otherwise what we see now would probably be the scene of the entire god camp chasing Su Ming'an. Akto is the fire of mankind, and he will definitely be wiped out when he comes back. 】
【It's on fire! I want to see Su Ming'an lead all mankind to violently defeat higher civilizations. Hurry, wait online! ! ! 】
[Why do I feel that this advanced civilization is a bit like the organizer’s way of aggression? 】
【……】
Su Mingan opened the door.
It was quiet in the corridor. All the people in this building lived on the upper floors of the Beacon Fire Shelter.
Coincidentally, the moment he opened the door, a door also opened at the same time.
It was a tiger-headed little boy, holding a flaming red sniper rifle in his arms.
When Su Mingan pushed the door, the boy was startled and shrank back.
"You, are you the new guy here today?" the little boy said softly.
"Who are you?" Su Mingan frowned. This is a high-rise residence, how could a child live there?
The child immediately puffed up his chest and looked very proud:
"I, I am Fenghuo's most accurate sniper! I have the best eyesight and can also use 'source' to assist in aiming at the target. No one can escape my sniper!"
"Yuan?" Su Mingan said: "You are not from the god's camp, but you still listen to the gods' whispers?"
"Almost everyone will listen, otherwise how can I become stronger? It's just that we don't believe in gods as fervently as the god camp." The child wondered: "Anyway, I won't get the [deficiency] disease immediately. As long as I become strong before I get the disease , Is it good to be able to protect the people around you?"
"What if you get sick?" Su Mingan asked.
"Then let the people around me kill me." The child said, "[Please kill me before I lose myself]. Isn't that what adults say?"
"..."
Su Mingan looked at the little boy.
A child can tell such cruel facts in such an innocent tone.
"I know you are a very good machine builder. Please don't go out and run around. It's very dangerous. See you later." The little boy waved his hand.
"--May I have your name?"
Su Mingan asked before the boy went downstairs.
The little boy turned back and smiled heartily.
He was carrying a bright red sniper rifle, and under his short cropped legs were a pair of eagle-like red eyes.
"——Remember! I am the future sniper star of Fenghuo! My name is Cheng Luohe!"
…
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"call……"
The smoke from the pipe was rising, and the wind chimes hanging on the door curtains jingled.
Noel flipped through the book. The book was extremely worn. Except for the word "Revelation" on the title page, the rest were all obscure words. He couldn't understand a word of it.
He has been staying in this antique shop stationed in a dangerous area for two days, looking for clues and hunting some nearby strange beasts.
As for Caiusta, he did not attend. His eyes were blood red and there was no way he would be let into the city.
"Young man, how do you feel?" an old voice came, and an old man with gray hair and a hunched waist came over.
The old man's legs seemed to be disabled, one eye was blind, his pupils were cloudy and unclear, and he couldn't see the road clearly. He had to rely on crutches to walk.
"Boss Cheng, your book is quite interesting." Noel blinked his bright red eyes: "Is it an antique from the War of Dawn period?"
Boss Cheng leaned against the door, seeming to be reminiscing.
After a while, Boss Cheng shook his head: "It's all nothing worth mentioning."
"What?" Noel said.
Boss Cheng smoked his pipe, and the smoke floated up. He clicked the pipe with his dry fingers, lowered his head, and smiled lowly:
"Everyone around me is dead, so what's the point of talking about that period of history."
"Yes." Noel's tone was unceremonious: "In war, even if you die, you can't help it. You're lucky enough to survive."
"……Ha ha."
The old man chuckled softly and turned around. The wind chime touched his forehead and rang, making his white hair look haggard.
Noel raised his feet and planned to continue searching for books.
"Ding--dang."
His foot suddenly hit something.
There was a crisp falling sound, and a red sniper rifle leaning against the wall fell to the ground with a "thud".
The rust and metal lines on its surface were mixed together, making it impossible to shoot and it looked like it had been broken for a long time.
Noel kicked the gun by the way, and the parts "crackled" scattered on the ground, and the gun was beyond recognition.
"What a broken gun," Noel said.
He kicked again and laughed evilly when he heard the sound of parts breaking.
The energy source of the gun fell to the ground, like a pair of eagle-like red eyes.
