Chapter 137: Rules of the Mechanical City
What a perfect appearance.
White-haired Rong Le looked at the screen and thought.
There is more than one way to complete the module, so why not defeat all the candidates and become the president?
Make the current incumbent lose his prestige and kidnap aristocratic politicians. As long as Rong Le is willing, the way to achieve his goal will be much easier than he thought.
Both he and Rong Le possess this ability.
He admired Rong Le wearing a mask on the screen. Under the light, he seemed to be bathed in holy light, so indifferent and holy, arrogant and gorgeous.
The power to dominate everything is in your hands, and the sense of oppression and domination of power is almost suffocating.
He is of the same kind.
Baifa Rongle had such an idea.
They have the same goal but different paths, like they are completely different, another me.
Different paths lead to the same destination, as if it were destined.
He remembered what Rong Le said to him before she put on the mask: "Put on the mask, and I am you."
White-haired Rong Le's heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest.
The outburst of love was so strong that it overwhelmed him like a rising tide.
Damn, he likes him so much.
If any passerby could see him, they would notice that the corners of the white-haired Rong Le's mouth were raised unnaturally, forming a twisted smile, but tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes.
"The only one who can save me is myself."
Since you came here to save me, you should be faithful to me, right?
You can't look at anyone else, only me, only me.
At this time, Rong Le had already realized what was wrong.
Standing in the light, surrounded by darkness, his mind became clearer. By sorting out past clues and observations during this period, Rong Le finally came to a surprising conclusion.
This module has actually been reviewed countless times.
He had just arrived at this module when the world line was the present, so he had no idea that the white-haired Rong Le he was facing had actually gone back countless times.
During the long period of being alone, the white-haired Rong Le gradually became paranoid.
He discovered the secret of time and space, and used the constantly circulating time and space to wait for Rong Le's return. At the same time, he also embarked on a wrong path. Perhaps he had tried to save her at the beginning.
However, no matter how many times you repeat it, you are just stepping into the river of failure.
Every time, every time...
Having seen the light, he could no longer endure the darkness. Has he fallen into complete despair in his constant waiting and failure?
After realizing this, Rong Le immediately turned around and left the podium without hesitation.
He didn't care about the live broadcast footage that gathered almost all the residents of the Mechanical City, the terrifying number of viewers, or the guests on the scene.
None of these are more important than having white hair and beautiful face.
He ignored everyone's astonished gazes and quickly left the banquet hall. He didn't stop until he found the white-haired Rong Le looking up at the screen outside the Central Building.
He stopped a few meters away from the white-haired Rong Le.
"You finally figured everything out and came to confront me?"
The white-haired Rong Le looked a little tired. She turned her head slightly to look at him, with faint traces of tears on her face.
Rong Le had never looked at him so clearly before. They had the same face, but subtly different temperaments. To a certain extent, they were opposites, with different positions and pasts. Apart from their appearance, they were more like two independent individuals.
Rong Le: "What do you want to tell me?"
They went through so much trouble just to make him understand the truth. All their actions must have a purpose.
And now he stood here, waiting for the white-haired Rong Le to reveal the final answer.
"As expected of you... me."
The white-haired Rong Le smiled gently, his expression looking very calm, with a bit of toughness and sinisterness. This kind of aggressiveness Rong Le rarely showed, he was better at making people break down without showing any emotion.
He said, "Stay with me, and together we can find the truth of the world, and lead it to the end in a cycle."
Rong Le was not surprised, but just sighed helplessly: "You should know..."
White-haired Rong Le: "I know you won't agree to me, right?"
He understood him, just as he understood him, all the other person's thoughts were so clear to him, and he knew the outcome before he even answered.
But isn’t this another kind of pain?
He opened his mouth slightly, but before he could say anything, the white-haired Rong Le waved his hand, and many armed puppets suddenly appeared around the deserted street.
Rong Le glanced around: "Are you planning to keep me here this way?"
White-haired Rong Le put her hands in her pockets with an indifferent expression: "You think this is stupid? But for me, this is a good plan."
Unlike Rong Le who wanted to tamper with his fate, the white-haired Rong Le was satisfied as long as she could keep him.
Rong Le: "Why are you doing this?"
The white-haired Rong Le ignored him, but walked up to him, raised his hand and gently touched Rong Le's cheek, then lifted his fingers and took off his mask.
My fingers touched the slightly cool skin.
He stroked it gently, as if he could vent the anxiety hidden in his heart through this action.
Do you really exist?
White-haired Rong Le sometimes thought so. When lying in bed, he would raise his hands and try to grab the invisible air, as if this could imprison him.
He no longer cared whether his fate could be rewritten.
He could never be saved, and would always fall into the darkness just one step away from hope. He was despised by everyone, and in the end he also abandoned his own future.
Let’s sink together.
…Deep in the dark and damp alley, he gently closed his eyes.
Time and space began to go back again.
Since fate has never been kind to him, he will personally take back everything he deserves, whether it is Rong Le or the so-called happiness.
Rong Le suddenly grabbed the white-haired Rong Le's hand, raised her eyes and looked at him calmly, then gently put it down without giving it any room for rejection.
They were so close to each other that their breaths intertwined, as if their auras were blending together, becoming indistinguishable from each other.
Rong Le took two steps back gently to put some distance between them. He was wearing a silk shirt for his debut, with a silk scarf carefully folded in the pocket of his suit jacket. He had a somewhat gentle and indifferent air, and his beauty was so elusive that it was impossible to look away.
At this moment, his face was exposed to the air, as dazzling as if it was under a spotlight.
He said calmly, "I never thought I would become like this."
The white-haired Rong Le's eyes widened slightly, and his hardened defenses were shattered by these words. After his mental breakdown reached its extreme, he suddenly grabbed Rong Le's collar, his calm voice trembling slightly: "What should I do? How can I get what I want?!"
Rong Le: "No, you have to be strong no matter what happens."
When he looked at the white-haired Rong Le, it was as if he saw his past self. He was like this when he was young in his memory. Without the protection of his father and mother, he could only face the malice of the world alone. He pretended to be cold on the surface, but in fact it was to hide his fragile and soft heart.
No one could come to save him.
The never-healing pain in his heart kept coming back, forcing him to tear at everything he could see. The white-haired Rong Le was the opposite of his fate, and also a transparent mirror, reflecting his rotten heart.
He carefully wrapped up the heart that was on the verge of breaking and placed it in a dark corner, waiting to heal alone.
However, even if he didn't recall the past, he couldn't completely forget it. When he opened it again, his soft heart was still broken.
The only thing left to do is to remove the rotten flesh bit by bit and put it back together. This process may be painful, but after avoiding it for so long, there will always be a day when you have to face it.
"I will be with you." He reached out and pressed the white-haired Rong Le's head towards him, looking straight at him and said, "I will be with you until everything gets better."
Because that's what I'm here for.
The white-haired Rong Le rested her head against his forehead and stared at him tensely. After a moment, she slowly let go of her hand and took a few steps back.
"It would be great if it were really like this." He looked a little listless as he said this, with a hint of dark circles under his eyes being noticeable.
Rong Le knew that this was the result of frequent use of time and space reversal, and his mental state was not very good.
The white-haired Rong Le said to Rong Le: "Save me once again, my savior."
He smiled, as if regaining his calm and graceful demeanor. There was a hint of depth in his green cat eyes, but upon closer inspection, there was no emotion at all. "We must face it. We can't keep avoiding it."
“…Right?”
*
The female prosecutor walked gracefully across the corridor, came to the door, gently pushed it open, and stepped into the carpeted study.
She took off her hat and put it aside. The room was dark, with only moonlight shining through the window. The dim light shone on her face, revealing a face that was obviously more mature, belonging to Bai Tutu.
For a non-combatant like her, this kind of escape is very tiring and she has never liked it.
Fortunately, the fighting part was done by several other teammates.
She walked through the bookshelves filled with heavy books, most of whose contents she knew by heart. The desk was also cluttered with books and papers, all covered with complex and obscure symbols and words.
Prosecutor Bai Tutu gathered them together and piled them aside.
In the field of mysticism, Bai Tutu is like Tang Monk's flesh.
She is coveted by countless monsters and churches, a natural saint and a perfect sacrifice.
In the mysterious world, she has an extremely high bounty, and her worth is almost the same as Rong Le. Compared with her other companions, her abilities are very ordinary. She has neither super combat ability nor strong mental strength.
If she wants to stay in the talented University of Michigan, she must find a path that suits her better.
Fortunately, the resources of the University of Michigan are always open to students.
She explored ancient books, searched for secrets, and became a scholar of the occult.
Such a rare profession also comes at a high price. Her mental state is very poor and she can only rely on medication to maintain her daily life.
There is always an assistant guarding outside her study to prevent her from going into temporary madness and causing greater harm to her body.
She succeeded.
Everyone knows that as the only female in the team, the mystic scholar Bai Tutu has the physique that can definitely trigger mysterious events, and her mysterious and profound knowledge, making her an indispensable encyclopedia in the team.
Bai Tutu never regretted it. She had to pay a higher price to maintain the stability of her team with Tina Tor.
She didn't want to fall behind, and she also wanted to prove that she had talents that were no less than the other two.
Prosecutor Bai Tutu placed the stack of papers in his hand on the mahogany desk, attracting the attention of a woman not far away.
Bai Tutu, kneeling on the carpet with his hands tied behind his back, stared at her silently, like a vigilant cat.
She looked at Bai Tutu in front of her, her heart as calm as water.
The office was not bright. Prosecutor Bai Tutu turned on the desk lamp. The dim light just enveloped the two of them and illuminated the space.
She extended an invitation: "This is the topic I'm currently researching. I've just started working on it. Would you like to come and take a look?"
Bai Tutu blinked: "What topic?"
"Time, space and truth, countless futures, countless possibilities."
She said, "You haven't found your way yet, have you? I'll tell you the answer."
"Our innate skill is—the path of truth."
"Our constitution is both a disaster and a key. The field of occultism is filled with unknown mysteries, and you are more likely to discover the truth than others."
"Yes, we are not useless, we also have our own strength."
She looked at Bai Tutu's gradually brightening eyes and smiled slightly: "Come on, let's get to know each other better. It's rare to encounter such an interesting situation, isn't it?"
Bai Tutu: "Will you be my future too? Why are you helping me?"
"The future is infinite. You and I are just one of countless possibilities. Everyone's future depends on their own path."
She said: "I also want to know where this farce will end?"
*
After the banquet hall incident, the reputation of the Central Building plummeted, and the calls for Bionic Man No. 1 became increasingly louder.
In the puppet factory, Han Shangyan, with a gloomy face, walked quickly to the place where the Book of the Dead was stored and ordered the old man to take out the book.
"There's no time left. Move the most valuable items away and destroy all other materials. The core research members will evacuate with us."
He said to the housekeeper who was following closely behind him, "Tell my family to pack up their things as soon as possible, get in the car and head east. Someone will be there to meet them."
"As for us heading north, we should reduce the risk and distract the enemy. Otherwise, we will be too big a target and easily be ambushed."
There was continuous gunfire outside, and even in the core area of the puppet factory with excellent sound insulation, the noise outside could be heard.
This was a collective riot started by bionic people and the public. The people who instigated all this were too good at seeing through people's hearts. They were unable to resist the current situation and could only flee in embarrassment.
Leaving here, as long as he can leave the Mechanical City, the world outside is so big, he can find a backer for the puppet factory again.
As long as he has puppet technology in his hands, he believes that there will still be countless greedy people in this world.
"As for the two adults who are cooperating with us..."
Han Shangyan said coldly, "Don't worry about them. They can't be trusted right now. The Book of the Dead is the most important. As long as we have energy technology, we can take as many jackals as we want."
He understood that Femon and Greg must be overwhelmed at this moment.
After Han Shangyan got the box containing the Book of the Dead, he turned and left without even looking at the old man.
When we were about to leave the factory, the live broadcast of the banquet was still playing on the big screen in the hall.
Even at this time, Han Shangyan couldn't help but stop. Even with the mask on, he could recognize that the young man in a suit with black hair and green eyes was the intelligent puppet from that day.
Perhaps it was the regret of missing each other that made him obsessed with the doll he could have gotten.
He looked at Rong Le deeply again, left the factory with his subordinates, and took the car that had been prepared long ago according to the originally planned escape route.
He will come back, Han Shangyan thought.
One day, the entire family and the intelligent puppet will be in his pocket.
He never doubted it.
The vehicle drove smoothly all the way, and Han Shangyan's tense spirit gradually relaxed.
He was looking at the scenery outside the window when suddenly a loud "bang" brought him back to his senses.
His gaze shifted to the distance, where a thick black smoke rose from the city, which was particularly noticeable in the sky from a distance.
"It turns out the fireworks show has started."
He looked through the car window and smiled silently.
There was a noise from the driver's seat, the car suddenly stopped, and the door next to Han Shangyan was opened.
He turned his head and was facing the butler's gun pointed at him.
With a "bang", Han Shangyan was shot in the head and fell powerlessly on the back seat.
The housekeeper stood by the car door, looking at Han Shangyan, who was lying on his back with a frozen expression, and made a phone call: "Yes, ma'am, Subject No. 3 has been shot dead."
On the other side of the communication, the Han family's leader, the one who actually made the decisions, said with satisfaction, "Very good. Bring the Book of the Dead back and reunite with us. We'll let him be the real bait."
"He's no longer useful."
The butler nodded respectfully. After hanging up the phone, he took the box from the car, put Han Shangyan in the driver's seat, and turned on the vehicle's automatic driving function.
The vehicle started and drove off into the distance with a roar.
He carried the box and walked towards the silent convoy behind him. The convoy, which carried the core research members who had come out of the puppet factory with them, as well as his former loyal subordinates, did not comment on this scene.
The butler opened the back seat and got in. His usual servile demeanor was gone, and his expression became cold and shrewd. "Change our route and rendezvous with the family convoy."
The driver in the driver's seat slowly raised his head, revealing a face that didn't look like a real person. His inorganic pupils under his baseball cap looked at the butler through the rearview mirror.
The butler's expression changed from indifference to horror, and he wanted to speak in disbelief.
"Bang!"
The driver retracted the gun, calmly stood up and got out of the car, throwing the housekeeper and the other victim in the car out.
He carried the brand new box and said to the connected communication: "The mission objective has been achieved. Han Shangyan and his group have all been killed."
"Very good, the encirclement and suppression operation here has ended."
Nika looked down at the shivering hostages, who were surrounded by countless armed bionic dolls.
She pointed her gun directly at the slightly frail red-haired man in the vehicle, her eyes filled with a subtle glimmer of pity. "So his name is Subject Three."
This is a name that only he doesn't know.
Nika raised her hand quickly and pulled the trigger.
After a few gunshots, she stepped back and walked out of the encirclement, leaving the task to her colleague and making another call: "The Book of the Dead has been obtained, and all targets have been eliminated."
"Thanks for your hard work."
After understanding the situation over there and comforting the sighing Nika, Rong Le hung up the phone.
He looked at the white-haired Rong Le. At this moment, they were standing in the puppet factory. Feimeng and Gregor were also defeated by their plan.
White-haired Rong Le also heard Nika's words. The matter of whether Han Shangyan was real or fake was a bit tricky at this moment. He smiled and asked, "Are you going to kill me too?"
Rong Le: "This module is about to end."
White-haired Rong Le slowly stopped smiling, and after a moment she said, "Time really goes by so fast."
Rong Le didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he said that time passed quickly.
No one knew what white-haired Rong Le had experienced during those years that even he was unaware of. Those dark past events had long been sunk into the long river of time and space with repeated recall.
No one knows except himself.
Rong Le half-jokingly said, "Do you really want to keep me?"
The white-haired Rong Le was silent and didn't say anything.
I want to try to understand your purpose and your thoughts.
Please give me a little more love and I will crawl out of hell.
White-haired Rong Le smiled and said, "Saving me is not an easy task."
Rong Le: "I know this better than anyone else."
White-haired Rong Le knew how good this miracle that belonged to him was. He could meet all his needs and keep up with his pace. She was the only one in the world whom he could confide his sincerity to. And now there was another him. How could this not be called a miracle?
A loud "bang" was heard in the distance.
Rong Le looked in the direction of the voice and said, "The Central Building has collapsed."
Through the windows of the puppet factory, one can see the central building in the center of the mechanical city, which was once towering into the sky, collapsing slowly and inexorably.
The fall of a regime inevitably heralds the rise of new power.
"The next one is the puppet factory."
Rong Le looked back at him: "We should go."
Han Shangyan hurriedly packed up his things and fled. There were still some documents that he had not destroyed or taken away. He put all these things away, and the factory lost its last value.
The white-haired Rong Le was silent for a moment and slowly moved his feet.
Rong Le calmly directed the others to evacuate with their belongings, and unknowingly distanced herself from him.
As they evacuated the factory, a terrifying burst of heat erupted behind them.
—The bombs left in the puppet factory began to explode.
They discovered the secret that Han Shangyan buried in the factory, but did not dismantle it.
Because this factory that creates evil and satisfies people's greedy desires needs to be put to an end with destruction.
Everyone turned around to look at the dusty ruins of the factory. The huge building collapsed in an instant, heralding the decline of the puppet factory.
Finally, this time the module was completely tampered with.
Baifa Rongle's endless retrospection also officially came to an end.
Rong Le turned around to look at him and found that the white-haired Rong Le had been staring at his back.
Rong Le looked at him for a long time, then walked towards him with her back to the ruins of the puppet factory.
"The journey has come to an end again, but this time, perhaps we should say goodbye."
It was probably no accident that they didn't load the modules one after the other this time.
There is a high probability that next time, they still will not load the same module at a similar time point.
As for the reason behind this, Rong Le believed that if he did it again, he would be able to figure it out.
He had a feeling that the Alien Area Module was the end of this journey.
The white-haired Rong Le had a blank expression on her face, as if she was indifferent to the situation.
Rong Le: "We're about to say goodbye, why not smile a little?"
The white-haired Rong Le's expression tensed for a moment, and only Rong Le noticed this subtle change in expression.
He looked at the peer in front of him who was recklessly provoking his emotions, with a nasty smile on his face, making it impossible to imagine that he was actually another self.
He was like a dream, and now the dream was about to wake up.
He said calmly, "Go away."
Rong Le looked at him in surprise. The white-haired Rong Le turned her head and looked at the crowd gradually coming back from the distance in the street.
——A new king is about to be born here.
Walking on the ruins of fire and debris, all achievements will be transformed into a crown of glory.
White-haired Rong Le gazed at his future, as if he could see the trajectory of his fate through time and space. He said as if in a prophetic way:
"Come, go back to the past and save me, devour me completely and become one with me."
At that moment, the system's prompt sound also echoed in Rong Le's ears.
[World Line Tampering Degree: 75%]
…
【You have completed this module. 】
*
When Nika found the white-haired Rong Le, she discovered that he was alone facing the ruins of the factory, wondering what he was thinking.
She blinked in confusion.
Why is there only a mechanic? Where did the puppet go?
Tina, who was like a little black cat beside her, let go of her hand and ran towards the white-haired Rong Le.
White-haired Rong Le lowered her head and said viciously, "Little ghost, he doesn't want you anymore."
Tina stubbornly didn't answer. Her body was still a little thin, but her eyes were extremely penetrating and she stubbornly refused to say a word.
“…”
He sighed imperceptibly.
Thinking of Rong Le's doting attitude towards the child, even if he was too lazy to wipe his butt, he had to force himself to coax Tina.
However, his educational approach may be even more cruel than someone else's.
The white-haired Rong Le took off the mysterious mask on her face, and a familiar face appeared in front of everyone.
He clearly heard everyone gasp. No one would have thought that beneath the mechanic's mask was a face exactly like the black-haired doll.
"That's right, it's always just me, and everything is my decision."
White-haired Rong Le said, "There has always been only one Rong Le."
He will bear everything of Rong Le, including the little ghost he left behind.
No one would question his words, even if the explanation was full of loopholes.
…
I didn't disappoint your expectations, right?
The white-haired Rong Le lowered her eyes indifferently, her long eyelashes hiding the expression in her eyes, and her whole body had a slightly lonely temperament.
Tina hesitated and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Everyone pledged allegiance to him.
The trajectory of his destiny still follows the predetermined route.
Yes, if you are stuck in the quagmire, how can you be rescued easily?
This is the cruel reality.
Rong Le, you want to take me back to shore.
...But I can't see where the shore is.
"Wandering on the shore, over and over again."
【You have obtained personal cg——】
"White Hair Rong Le·BE Line·Time and Space Wanderer"
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