Chapter 52
Wen Xin half stood up to touch the little fox.
Looking up along the line of the arm, the little fox could just see Wen Xin's eyes.
It is clear and bright, like a vortex emitting soft light, which makes people fall into it unknowingly.
The little fox stared at the young man's face.
He thought that the last time he was comforted by Wen Xin like this seemed to be several months ago.
Just a few months, which is nothing to mention in the long history of mutation.
Why did he feel like that was a long time ago?
After a few seconds, the little fox seemed to suddenly wake up.
He strained his throat with difficulty, suppressed all his desire, and pushed Wen Xin's arm away.
"Have you always been this courageous?"
Perhaps it was because of his emotional ups and downs, a faint red light flashed across the little fox's eyes, and his voice involuntarily became lower.
Wen Xin saw it all and felt a completely unfamiliar pressure.
His first reaction was not fear, but remembering the incident that caused the little fox to leave.
At that time, the other person's eyes were flashing with the same red light as now.
Perhaps this is the mark of growing up left on the little fox.
Wen Xin was touched. Facing the little fox's surprised look, he said softly, "Your Holiness, please forgive me."
"If you're not happy, I'll tone it down."
Wen Xin drooped her eyelashes in disappointment, and the little fox panicked: "No, that's not what I meant."
He struggled for a while, and finally gave up and followed his inner desire, saying in a hoarse voice: "If you really want to, you can...you can hug me again."
Wen Xin was stunned, then smiled and said, "Okay, I think so."
Without hesitation, the young man walked around the stone table and towards the little fox.
Seeing the other party coming over, the little fox couldn't help but reveal an expectant look on his face.
But he suddenly thought of something and quickly stopped Wen Xin who was about to get close to him: "Wait a minute!"
Wen Xin: “?”
The little fox closed its eyes, and suddenly a layer of fine ripples appeared on the surface of its body, and its appearance changed.
His facial features gradually became more delicate, his body became shorter and smaller, and his hands and feet also shrank proportionally.
In the blink of an eye, the person standing in front of Wen Xin was no longer a middle-aged man, but a handsome young boy.
Facing Wen Xin's surprised look, the little fox explained stubbornly: "This is what I looked like when I was a child. I wasn't that tall and strong, so it was easier for you to hold me."
Wen Xin looked at the boy's face, which looked nothing like the middle-aged man: "..."
Actually, he was not unfamiliar with this face.
The little fox used this face when he used illusion for the first time and dragged him into a dream.
Apart from some differences in facial details due to age differences, they are basically identical.
I think this is the posture of the little fox's anthropomorphic body.
...are you so bold?
Wen Xin frowned and suddenly his fingers trembled.
He found that he seemed to have been thinking wrong all along.
Their little kid was not born in utopia, nor does he know nothing.
When it first arrives home, it will hide in the corner and observe secretly, and will carefully look at his and the other dumplings' expressions.
I will be cautious when Green Group is angry and I will lower my posture in front of him.
Only after making sure that he and the other members would not harm it, did he gradually become more active and unrestrained.
Could a little fox like this really be so stupid?
This time when Wen Xin walked over, the boy did not stop him. Instead, he obediently let him stand behind him.
In fact, the little fox was still a little nervous.
He remembered that he had revealed his true appearance in front of Wen Xin. Even if the other party's memory would be affected by the illusion after waking up, it was not 100% safe.
But secretly, the little fox didn't want Wen Xin to hug other people's bodies.
Just when he was feeling anxious, the young man naturally hugged him tightly from behind.
Wen Xin said hoarsely, "Thank you."
Thank you for your trust.
Thank you for your honesty.
The little fox didn't know why he suddenly said thank you, but he subconsciously felt at ease and leaned his body into the young man's arms.
He has wanted to do this for a long time.
She can be hugged by Wen Xin and talk to Wen Xin without any obstacles.
The pain from the memories no longer seems to be that painful.
Knowing that Wen Xin didn't have any doubts because he trusted him, the little fox couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
Not long after, Wen Xin heard the little fox slowly talking about the past.
Of course, people died during that period of time, and that was the source of the little fox's pain.
In fact, death is not a strange thing for the little fox.
Long before it escaped from the secret base with Canary, it had seen countless dead mutants and knew that death meant separation and never seeing each other again.
Later, the apocalypse broke out and even more lives were lost.
The human corpses were piled up in piles on the ground, and it was hard to ignore them.
At that time, the little fox had not yet evolved into its full form. It was constantly bewitched by hallucinations and would become inexplicably excited when it saw blood.
It wants to join the zombies, stretch out its sharp claws and tear everything apart. It wants the weak and disliked humans to lie at its feet, struggling desperately and dying bit by bit.
The little fox knew that was wrong, but he just wanted to do it.
Whenever the desire to kill was overwhelmed, the little fox would take out the warm pieces of clothing and canary feathers and bite them in his mouth.
Biting the warm pieces of clothing, the little fox would imagine the young man standing before him.
Hold it with your skinny but not frail body to protect it from the bloody scenes.
Biting the canary's feathers, the little fox would recall the time when the blond boy almost died under its claws.
This served as a warning, and in infinite regret, he broke free from the shackles of the desire to kill.
Relying on these two things, the little fox persisted for a long time.
Just as it had promised the canary, it found a deserted place.
It was a city ravaged by war.
There were too many zombies, so people had to use heavy firepower to prevent the virus from spreading further.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the burnt smell of corpses.
The little fox was very satisfied with this place.
But then, another problem was put in front of it.
In the little fox's expectation, it would seal itself up and would not run out of control and harm others.
That would require a room that cannot be opened from the inside.
It's hard to imagine that you can lock it yourself but you can't open it yourself.
The little fox tried many times.
Block the door with enough furniture, tie the door tightly with finger-thick wire, or lock yourself in the closet.
But in the end, they will all be opened by its claws.
Looking at the messy little fox on the ground: "..."
It's so annoying.
Days passed, and the little fox still didn't find a way to seal himself up.
But its transformation is increasing day by day.
Its strength is gradually increasing, its claws and teeth are becoming sharper, and the skin under its fur seems to be covered with an invisible hard film, which feels soft to the touch but is actually very hard.
Once it huddled in a room and was unfortunately hit by human artillery/fire, leaving no trace at all.
This change surprised the little fox. Even if it fought with the scaled viper again, it would not necessarily be at a disadvantage.
But at the same time, the anger in the little fox's heart was infinitely magnified.
The genetic disorder is no longer fatal, but the pain remains.
Like a thorn in the flesh, it tortured the little fox's will all the time.
It starts to become unlike itself.
He would suddenly lose control and go crazy, and after waking up he would be wildered looking at the destroyed ruins.
My memory would suddenly become confused and I would not be able to remember where I had put my clothes, fabrics and feathers.
It was not until it searched frantically for a long time that it found a small pile of cloth scraps and a bare feather tube in a small box buried in the soil.
At that time, artillery fire spread, gunshots continued, and intertwined with the roars of the zombies, as if there would never be an end.
The little fox clung to the edge of the box, staring blankly at the pile of debris and feathers.
Tears suddenly filled his eyes, which had never been moistened even by the artillery fire.
Grievances are like a volcanic eruption, covering the sky and the earth.
The little fox was sobbing and wanted to ignore everything and run home directly.
But it knew it couldn't. In its current state, going back would only bring disaster to everyone.
It still has to endure and continue to persist.
…
The little fox did not forget to invent a new identity for himself.
But the moment he finished speaking, he couldn't help it. He turned around quickly and hugged Wen Xin even tighter, with an almost inaudible tremor in his voice.
"Let me hold you for a while... just for a while."
Wen Xin looked down at the trembling boy in his arms.
Since we met, I seem to have an explanation for the little fox's particularly clingy behavior and the fact that his eyes get wet all the time.
If possible, Wen Xin would like to go back to the past and hold the helpless little fox in his arms.
But reality is not an illusion, there is no such possibility.
He rubbed the boy's hair with concern: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all over."
Their little kid Xiaoqi really suffered a lot of injustice.
The little fox hesitated for a long time before he raised his face from Wen Xin's arms embarrassingly.
Fortunately, this was a dream, and his tears would not really stain the young man's clothes.
He said hoarsely, "Actually, I had only known the dead man for a few days."
Wen Xin reacted.
[The dead person] should be connected with the [lot of blood shed] mentioned earlier.
Considering that the little fox only recalled this memory after seeing the painting, it is very likely that the person who died was the middle-aged man in the painting.
Is that person already dead?
Wen Xin frowned, suppressed the sigh in his heart, and didn't show it on his face.
The little fox said, "The people who were ordered to clean up that area blocked the passage in and out. He couldn't escape, and he had finished eating. He accidentally broke into the place where I slept."
"I thought he was a thief with bad intentions, so I wanted to chase him away. He begged me pitifully, saying that if he left now, he would die."
"But I still wanted to chase him away. I was in a very bad mood at the time, and the possibility of him dying by my side was greater than that of him dying in the gunfire outside."
"Until he told me that there was someone he was waiting for who he hadn't met yet and that he couldn't die so easily."
When he said this, an emotion called anticipation flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, which immediately triggered the little fox's murderous intent.
Isn't it struggling to survive, waiting for the day to go home?
The hearts of the man and the fox resonated strongly.
But their relationship did not become closer.
After all, the little fox still wants to kill people and eat mutants.
The middle-aged man was also afraid of the little fox's extraordinary strength and did not dare to approach it when it was out of control.
During that time, the little fox and the middle-aged man chatted twice.
For the first time, the middle-aged man talked about the person he was waiting for, his wife and daughter.
Before the apocalypse broke out, the two happened to return home to visit their relatives and narrowly avoided the local zombie tide.
The middle-aged man said thankfully, "I was able to escape by hiding in the church's storage room. The zombies were so strong that even the iron security door couldn't withstand them. Fortunately, they are gone."
"There aren't that many people in the countryside. It must be safer than here. They must still be alive. When the purge here is over, I will go look for them. I'm sure I'll find them."
The little fox at that time had the same thoughts as the middle-aged man.
It thought that everyone would be fine and Wen Xin would be alive.
I didn't notice that the middle-aged man looked dazed, his tone was almost neurotic, and he repeatedly emphasized the word "certainly".
During the second conversation, the little fox was just a little away from evolving into its full form.
Although there seems to be something wrong with its brain, if it is not controlled, it will accidentally turn into another more brutal fox.
But the little fox doesn't care about that.
It finally managed to get through it, and was completely immersed in the joy of going home, and its attitude towards middle-aged people also improved a lot.
It was also during this conversation that the little fox learned from the middle-aged man about the influence of religion.
The middle-aged man said devoutly: "Faith gives people endless willpower. As long as they have faith, they will involuntarily follow the light and will be able to persevere in any difficult and dangerous environment."
The little fox didn't listen much, but he noticed the key problem.
"Are there many people who believe in your religion?"
Because of its nature, most of the time the little fox would stare at people's throats sinisterly.
It was the first time that the middle-aged man was asked in such a friendly manner. He was flattered and answered, "Of course a lot, a lot."
He looked at the little fox, who seemed to be thinking deeply about something, and thought that he had just said something that touched him, so he subconsciously made an invitation.
Unexpectedly, the little fox suddenly had an idea and said, "Then I will also create a religion, and the name is Wenxin Religion!"
The more people there are, the greater the possibility of finding warmth.
How nice!
Hearing this shocking statement, the middle-aged man almost fell to the ground.
He was even more ashamed when he learned that the little fox founded the Wenxin Sect just to use his influence to find people.
"It's not that easy to establish a religion. For example, you have to preach and teach, and you have to compile doctrines and dogmas."
Then the little fox realized that establishing a religion is not as simple as shouting a slogan.
It is necessary to win over many people and make them believe in oneself, and it is also necessary to manage many people so that they do not violate the doctrine.
That wasn't too complicated for the little fox, since it could use illusions after all.
As long as one gives a hint in the hearts of believers, groups of people will follow him.
But the little fox has a small heart.
I just want to find Wen Xin and Canary, and then get together with everyone else, live happily and never be separated again.
Apart from this, there is no room for anything else.
The little fox suddenly lost interest in establishing a religion and concentrated on fighting his own nature.
During this period, perhaps because they saw that the middle-aged man was not eaten by the little fox, and they discovered that the zombies would actively avoid this area, more humans bravely and secretly moved in.
The little fox was very competitive. His nature had less and less influence on him, so he just turned a blind eye to these humans.
The day it successfully evolved into its complete form was also the last day that humans announced the end of the Great Purge and the complete lifting of the external blockade.
When the little fox woke up, he heard the sound of a horn outside.
The sound was resounding, full of joy and excitement.
"We have finally survived this difficult time. Whether it is the fallen warriors or those of us who have managed to survive to this day, we are all heroes of this land—"
The little fox knew that the people here were only temporarily safe, and the real disaster was not over yet.
After evolving into its complete form, it has acquired S-class strength and can clearly sense the large number of zombies surrounding the city.
But it was still infected by the tone of the loudspeaker and became cheerful.
Not for anything else, just because it has overcome its own difficulties and can go looking for warmth and everyone with peace of mind.
After being so excited for a while, the little fox suddenly discovered that the middle-aged man was missing.
It was out of range and the body could not be found.
Until an old man named Shi saw how anxiously it was looking for the item and mustered up the courage to tell it.
It turned out that the middle-aged man left because the rescue team had arrived and he hurried over to get some information.
"He didn't even finish listening to the words. He started yelling and shouting, pushing people aside and running forward... Maybe he didn't hear the news he wanted to hear."
Mr. Shi said, "He just came back and looked a little calmer... and went to the rooftop again."
The rooftop is the open-air balcony on the top floor of a building.
But why go there?
If it were before the end of the world, the little fox would love to go to the rooftop with Wen Xin. Most of the time, Wen Xin would take the canary with him because the canary likes high places.
Looking down from a high place, humans on the ground will become particularly small, and the scenery of the entire city will be condensed into a beautiful picture that can be seen at a glance.
But after the end of the world, such scenery can no longer be seen anywhere.
The little fox stood on a high place and lowered his head, all he could see was the devastated land.
There's nothing good about those.
With doubts, the little fox went to the rooftop.
The place is a bit far.
It suddenly became more confused.
There are balconies everywhere, so why do middle-aged people have to choose a tall building that is particularly far away?
It was not until the little fox saw the rather haggard figure sitting in the setting sun that he gradually developed a bad feeling.
It barked, trying to remind the middle-aged man to come down from the edge of the balcony.
That place is very dangerous. Humans' reactions are not as quick as mutants', so they can easily fall down.
You will die.
Hearing its voice, the middle-aged man turned around and gave it a forced smile: "You're here."
The next words the middle-aged man wanted to say were suddenly turned into a language that the little fox could not understand.
"In fact, I had a hunch when the news reported that there was a rabies patient there."
"I called them afterwards, but no one answered. I called my relatives who live in the same village, but no one answered either. My friends told me that something might have happened to them, but I didn't believe it."
"Obviously, the situation here is more critical than theirs. Why can we hold on here but not theirs?"
As the middle-aged man spoke, tears began to fall from his eyes, and his weather-beaten face was full of sadness.
He said to the dazed little fox: "I'm sorry, I lied to you. It was all my delusion. I no longer have anyone to wait for."
"But, I really want to see them again..."
The middle-aged man stood up at the edge of the balcony and took a step forward.
That step made the little fox's heart suddenly tense, and it blurted out: "I can let you see them!"
The middle-aged man was stunned.
Even though he knew it was unlikely, for a moment, his eyes still burst into infinite joy.
…
But Wen Xin knew that the dead could not be resurrected.
What the little fox said about seeing should be the constructed illusion.
But according to Wen Xin's experience, the little fox cannot construct a scene that he cannot imagine.
It can only extract a part from the memory or fantasy of middle-aged people and then reappear in front of them.
For middle-aged people, it is easy to distinguish the real from the fake.
So, when the little fox said, "After he looked at it, he still jumped down," Wen Xin was not surprised.
But even he felt uncomfortable listening to it, let alone the little fox who was at the scene at that time?
"It's not your fault."
Wen Xin held the little fox in his arms and rubbed his head: "He has lost hope of living. No matter what you do, it will be difficult for him to survive."
Unexpectedly, the little fox shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "It is possible that he will survive."
After the middle-aged man jumped down, the little fox followed him.
It was already an S-class mutant, so this height was not fatal to it at all.
But it has just been promoted and cannot use its power well.
After catching the middle-aged man, it only remembered to cushion him, but did not know how to absorb the impact of the man falling from the high building.
With the little fox's body acting as a cushion, the middle-aged man didn't die immediately, but he didn't live long.
The painting titled "Pope" is the origin of Idealism.
The middle-aged man's blood was all over the floor. He struggled to sit up against the wall, with the bloody afterglow behind him.
"You are incomparably strong. If it were you, you could establish a religion and eliminate people's... despair..."
"But you can't... use it directly. That name will bring disaster to the people you care about..."
"Wen Xin... Idealism, use idealism, this is good..."
The little fox closed his eyes.
"He said I could dispel people's despair. I tried it and it wasn't that hard."
"It's really not difficult." The little fox said softly, "But I didn't think of it before he jumped off the building."
"Why didn't I think of that?"
Wen Xin felt a pain in her heart when she heard him doubting himself.
Before I could comfort him, the little fox spoke again.
"Since then, the number of people who joined Idealism has increased, and the number of deaths has decreased. But I often think of the way he died, and I can't help but feel scared."
Wen Xin asked him softly, "What are you afraid of?"
The little fox was in a trance.
Hearing this, he seemed to be suddenly awakened from a nightmare and looked at the young man stupidly.
He buried his head in Wen Xin's arms again and murmured fondly, "I'm not afraid anymore now."
Humans are fragile.
For a long time afterwards, the little fox was afraid that he would learn the bad news about Wen Xin's accident like the middle-aged man.
It wondered whether it would lose the will to live.
Just thinking about that possibility is like someone stabbing a knife into your heart, and it hurts so much that you can't breathe.
In such a state of fear, the little fox even lost the courage to ask about Wen Xin.
It suppressed its desire tightly, naively thinking that as long as it didn't think about it or ask about it, Wen Xin would remain alive forever.
Until Wen Xin really appeared in front of it alive.
The little fox gazed greedily at Wen Xin's face.
Why was Idealism finally established?
Because he had a hope in his heart.
I hope that if I save someone, someone will lend a helping hand to Wen Xin in his despair, so that the tragedy of middle-aged people will not be repeated.
But for a period of time after establishing Idealism, he was very tired.
While being tortured by his own desires, he also has to strengthen the suggestions of his believers to prevent them from being eroded by negative emotions.
In the end, the little fox was so tired that he had no energy to do anything.
I just wanted to immerse myself in the dream and even thought about never waking up.
Wen Xin, I miss you so much...
The little fox's eyes were wet.
Really, I miss you very much.
【Author's words】
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution during 2023-04-30 23:58:13~2023-05-01 23:57:01~
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