Chapter 163 His Past
The scene changed and the comic's perspective changed.
The man surnamed Bai, who was elusive in the eyes of the government, caused a big incident and then disappeared mysteriously, was sitting on the tree and eating cakes leisurely. The pastry didn't fit in his hands, and he didn't know where it came from. He stuffed them into his mouth one by one and chewed them.
After a long time in the apocalypse, the world has become much more primitive. Every few steps there is a pure natural forest, which is simply a natural hiding place. The powder from the pastry fell down, and behind the leaves, there was a young man who was moving stealthily.
The man covered his mouth and no one knew what he was saying. His ordinary face disappeared in the crowd in a second, but it looked unique because it appeared in the picture.
The young man caught a fallen leaf in his palm and played with it boredly, waiting for something, his eyes resting on the man.
The barrage sighed.
"It turns out that Brother Zhou is the strongest worker, always making trouble and working hard for his career (thumbs-up.jpg)"
"Indeed, every time the camera switches to him, I know something big is going to happen again."
"Let us congratulate the victim—"
"Brother Zhu, are you healed? Does it still hurt? Are there any sequelae left? Wuwu ...
"I feel like Brother Hiru is the type who would not return to the government to avoid being questioned... No, that should be it, right?"
"Brother Zhou, are you an energy being? (Handing over the microphone)"
“Aaaaahhh don’t mention this again!! (Covering my ears) I’m going to collapse because of this inhuman theory…”
…
Didn't wait too long.
The moment the young man hung up the phone and walked back, Bai Day's unique supernatural power decisively attacked him from behind. This is not a sneak attack, but timing.
The young man who was still feeling smug about not being able to see the daylight suddenly changed his expression and fell to the ground to avoid the attack. His lack of skill in physical skills still left a bloody mark on his left shoulder.
[……!] 】He looked up in panic, then quickly leaned against the tree trunk and took out his weapon.
The young man on the tree curled his lips and jumped down lightly.
A fantasy psychic, usually at range, capable of both support and attack, usually not good at physical skills and close combat. This psychic who was undercover in the guild was quite powerful, but he also fit the stereotype. When he realized that there was no one to stop him, he quickly released his supernatural powers and disappeared into the illusion.
There is no point in asking the reason. In the current situation, the good guys and the bad guys are in a relationship of fighting each other. After trying to communicate with Bai Zhou to spare his life but failed, the young man gritted his teeth and decided to delay time.
What else? He didn't have the confidence to defeat a monster of the same level as the leader. The most urgent task is to wait for the Dark Nest to pick him up so that he can avoid going to hell and reunite with his colleagues.
The illusion spread, and the forest seemed normal, but in fact it had changed its appearance. Those who are involved in the illusion are confused and cannot know what is real. The only way to resolve the problem is to solve the mystery.
Of course, you can also choose to directly find the phantom psychic and use physical methods to remove it.
Daytime chooses the latter.
The mental network of a psychic is naturally stronger than that of others. When I closed my eyes and the energy diffused, everything around me was depicted in my mind, and the one thing that was different was the doubt.
The silver threads coiled around and attacked, heading straight for that place like a cocoon. The scattered silk threads on the top were extremely sharp, and just a touch could break through the layers of flesh and penetrate the bones, piercing deeply into the captured prey, fixing it together and making it unable to struggle.
All I heard was a scream of extremely terrible pain, and an uncontrollable horror coming from deep in the throat.
The illusion suddenly collapsed.
In the dense bushes not far away, the cultists whose limbs were pierced and fixed to the ground kept wailing. The blood dyed the silver line red, and he obviously had no room for resistance.
An easy crushing victory. Bai Ri walked slowly towards the cultist, his face calm and casual as if he was just crushing an ant.
Are you waiting for your colleague? 】The young man asked with a smile.
[……] The cultist groaned in pain, twisted his facial features, and spoke while enduring the severe pain, […Don’t kill me, I can tell you…everything I know…! 】
A pair of curved eyebrows in the daytime. He leaned over, his knees touching the ground, then he reached out his hand and lightly touched the other person's forehead with his cold fingertips, causing a shudder.
【It doesn't matter. 】He whispered,【It will be over soon. 】
The chill was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, causing the cultists to collapse and try to dodge. They also had no idea what the day would do, and this unknown feeling made them even more terrified.
The barrage also didn't understand what Bai Dayu was going to do.
"Is it searching for memories? Is it going to be overwritten again?"
"Indeed, touching the forehead may require the silver thread to penetrate the spiritual network. Aren't all the cultists parasitized by black bugs? (Thinking)"
“Oh my god, it was killed in one blow…Is there anything in this comic that can’t be defeated by daylight?”
"Wow, if it's my turn to be touched on the forehead by Brother Zhou, I would be willing to eat delicacies and live in a mansion... (covering my heart)"
"I feel like there has been an inexplicable change in Bai Day's temperament since a certain stage - but I can't tell what it is (scratching my head.jpg)"
"I think so, too. In fact, the coloring page has also changed. Judging from the position and posture, it seems that the chess player has changed into a pilgrim, with his eyes downcast and his hands holding his faith. He stands in the center as if he is about to be sacrificed, and the only thing missing is a fire (?)"
"I have a bad feeling..."
…
An unexpected incident occurred.
At the moment when the silver thread was about to penetrate the spiritual network, the cultist suddenly fell silent. The spasms and tears caused by the severe pain disappeared from his body. He became stiff, staring straight into the daylight with his bloodshot eyes, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
There was a short "pop" sound.
Then came a violent energy wave, coming unexpectedly, with a reckless momentum—
This is the precursor to the psychic's self-destruction!
Bai Zhou was startled, raised his eyebrows and jumped back. The teleportation talisman was already between his knuckles and was about to ignite to teleport him to a safe area. Where his fingertips intersected, the extended silk thread had already pierced into the cultist's mental web, wrapping up the things they needed.
There was a huge difference in strength between the two men. Even the fierce attack before death was just like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, and could only make the tree stiff for a few seconds. But judging from the cultist's expression before he blew himself up, he seemed determined to succeed with this attack.
The energy fluctuations containing the surging malice of the superpower enveloped the young man, and the indigo flame died out before it could even ignite.
Bai Zhou was drawn into an illusion specially created for him.
——
In comics, the screen tends to be blank.
The soul that was sucked in temporarily lost consciousness and fell along with the endless white.
As the saying goes, if you walk by the river, you will get your feet wet. I never expected that the barrage of comments would be so confusing. I raised a questioning "?" among the pure white crowd. Who knew that Bai Zhou, who could beat the BOSS and his own people, would fail here.
Someone was shocked and typed: "What on earth am I doing this??"
In the picture, blurred fragments are floating in the air. As the soul falls, they continue to emerge, and they change from complete to fragmented, and finally appear incomplete in front of everyone.
The fall seemed endless.
When the day reached its lowest point, he disappeared into the pure white like a drop of water, and was swallowed up by the mirror-like clean surface.
The illusion suddenly spun, sucking in all the fragments like a whirlpool, and then spitting them out, and the scene suddenly changed.
…
A young man appeared in front of everyone.
His face is like a bud that has not yet fully bloomed, mixed with the indelible tenderness and immaturity of a young man, and is so beautiful that people can't help but look forward to what he will look like when he grows up.
Standing in front of a ruin, surrounded by piled ashes, there are no grass or trees here, the land is burnt brown, and the whole wasteland exudes a bad smell. The smell was mixed with blood after the corpse was burnt.
The little boy standing here is the only life still alive.
This is also the reason why the barrage screamed in fear after seeing him clearly -
It is daytime.
Rather, it is the daytime of youth. Fragile, useless, covered with wounds and scars, standing there expressionlessly.
The barrage was still screaming, and people were at a loss for what to do about this sudden development.
This illusion is actually made up of memories from the daytime!
“This is the memory of the daytime huh??”
“Ahhhh? It was released just like that? It was released so suddenly and unexpectedly? Cartoonist, why didn’t you give us a warning? I want to record the screen, I want to take screenshots @#%”
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, we"
"Hiro-nii used to be like this? He's so beautiful, strong and miserable?"
“Where is this place? Did the village and the house get burned down?? Ahhhh who is it? I’m going to kill them all. I’ll expose them online, stick them to the wall and stab them to death with needles!!!”
“There are people around, quite a few… They are wearing a familiar uniform—isn’t this the government uniform?!!”
"Oh yeah, there's not only the government's system, but also the guild's system. I saw the same system as Bubble and the others... and also Lingyao and Poxiao's systems!!"
"...Isn't this the same raid on the Dark Nest from two years ago?"
“Ah, the age doesn’t match, right? This Hiru-kun looks like he’s only fourteen or fifteen. If it were two years ago, he would only be seventeen or eighteen. Even though there’s a question mark on the character card released by the cartoonist, it’s also 20 (?), guaranteed to be 20!”
…
The boy stood there daydreaming in the daytime.
He stared at the burning wood on the ground, watching it gradually turn into gray and leave a small pile of embers, wondering what he was thinking.
A hand suddenly appeared in front of me, broad and dry, with calluses from years of writing.
A hand belonging to an adult male, palm upward, was stretched out towards the boy, waiting in the air.
Bai Zhou paused, moved his eyes upwards, observing the person who suddenly appeared.
[Don't be afraid, those people are dead.] 】
The blurry figure spoke to comfort her, his voice deliberately made calm: [You will never go through those experiments again, nor will you endure unnecessary pain. The wounds on your body will heal soon. 】
Do you still remember where your home is? 】
The boy looked at him quietly for a long time, and then he shook his head.
[Really...] The figure was silent for a few breaths, then sighed, [It's okay, the government will protect all the people in need. Until you remember, you can stay there... You can even treat it as your home. 】
[Dead.] 】The young man suddenly spoke.
His voice was very soft, with a hint of hoarseness caused by long-term dehydration and not speaking. It was hard to hear and it hurt, but his eyes remained calm.
[A black fog descended and killed them all.] 】he continued. There was a crackling sound of fire all around, which almost drowned out his faint voice. "I was not at home at that time. 】
After that, he was abducted by the Dark Nest. An orphan who lost both parents, dazed and light-headed, would disappear without attracting any attention.
The blurry figure fell silent.
His hand was still in front of the boy, a few inches closer.
[Let me treat your wound first.] 】The man whispered,【You don’t have to go through this again in the future. 】
Bai Zhou looked at the hand and didn't respond. He turned around and looked around the completely collapsed laboratory. He did not see his companions who once encouraged each other. There was only endless black smoke and a pile of ashes like a grave.
What about the others? 】he asked.
The figure paused, and decided to tell the truth: […You are the only one left. 】
Children, who are already fragile, are more likely to die on the operating table than adults and be thrown into the basement like garbage. Over the past period of time, the Dark Nest's targets of prey changed from children to adults. Those children could not hold on for that long and had already died.
The only one who survived was Bai Zhou, who was assigned to the children's area because of his small stature and who luckily awakened his special powers.
People were coming and going in a hurry, and there were cries and sirens everywhere, accompanied by the smell of blood and gunpowder, like hell on earth. The young boy frowned and suddenly felt some pain in his eyes and a sore nose.
He raised his hand, covered his face with his bloody hand, and blinked rapidly. In my sight, the hand that was always raised remained the same, and the warm body temperature seemed to be transmitted here through the air.
He opened his mouth and finally put his hand on it. The hand immediately wrapped around him, and it was indeed as warm as he had imagined.
Here, the blurry figure finally became clear.
It was a familiar face.
The face that was usually frivolous and casual, but now solemnly frowned, belonged to the commander, who lowered his eyes and looked gently at the young man in front of him.
【let's go. 】
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