"Your voice sounds like crying."
"…But why are you smiling?"
"…Is there anyone who has been given happiness today?"
“…You said this with tears streaming down your face while smiling.”
The sound of guitar rang out.
This is a "musical instrument", the sensibility and intellect that humans have lost.
On the counter, a CD was playing music - it was a relic of a traveler.
…
"Big brother. Big brother."
…
Su Mingan opened his eyes.
He stretched out his hands as if trying to grab something, but there was nothing.
He sat up in bed and smelled the aroma of sweet potatoes and potato porridge as people prepared breakfast.
"The leader is awake!!"
"Chief, you're awake! Call a doctor!"
People filed in and gathered around him, calling him "hero", "chief", "great man".
"Chief, we won. All the transformed people in the inner city were rescued, thanks to you for killing Bai Xiong." Dingyue's eyes lit up and he bowed to him.
"Chief, you are needed to handle matters such as the transfer of power after we break into the inner city, the abandonment of the transformation plan, the disposal of prisoners, the division of interests after the war, alliance meetings, etc..." a young rebel reported.
"Chief, you are fine. The wound is no longer a problem after the inflammation has been eliminated. You just need to rest more. I will prescribe some medicine for you..." said the doctor who came after hearing the news.
They gathered around his bed, their eyes earnest and their expressions respectful.
Su Mingan stood up, his eyes gradually calming down.
He is Su Mingan, the top player in the world game, and his goal is to pass the level perfectly. So...
Calm down.
He withdrew his empty hand, his eyes calm.
…
【Big brother...】
…
He closed his eyes and ignored the auditory hallucinations.
He led the people out of the camp, leading them with glorious banners in their hands.
"Regarding the compensation for post-war casualties, Chief..." Vincent walked beside him and took him to a cemetery. Su Mingan saw a row of dark tombstones.
——These are the thousands of victims of this war.
A young man whispered, "Now that Bai Xiong is dead, we, Yan, have won. As Yan's companions, they had no chance to see it."
Dingyue looked at Su Mingan. She thought of the young Kuqiu who died in the war and couldn't help crying.
"Chief, is this just a dream of ours? In fact, we are just the dust of history?" she said tearfully.
Su Mingan squatted down.
The shoulder badge on his head was shining. The black clothes that Elisa had given him had been thrown away, and he was now wearing a brand new uniform.
There is no name of Elisa in this cemetery because she is not a human being. In people's eyes, she is just a machine that can cry, laugh, and be afraid of death.
He stretched out his hand, and a butterfly landed on his fingertips.
He put his fingers together and pinched the butterfly's wings.
"Even though it will die if its wings are torn off, it still struggles hard to break free... We are the same, we always have to do things with all our might," he said.
He loosened his hand.
The bright red butterfly leaped high into the sky, leaving a trail of blood.
Even though there are no flowers here, only cold tombstones and broken bricks and tiles, it is still flying forward, flying towards where the flowers exist.
"We are not the dust of history." Su Mingan looked at the golden butterflies shining in the sun:
"We are 'Homura'."
"We...are history."
…
Later, he and Vincent went to the old site of the villa.
The villa had been burned to ashes, leaving only black ash dust. After Guanna's violent fire explosion that day, almost nothing was left.
Vincent held the dirty stuffed bear in his arms and knelt down facing the sun.
Only then did he realize that the mother he had always blamed was not a traitor, but a hidden hero who endured humiliation and finally successfully brought the chip out.
"sorry."
Vincent had a pair of dim eyes under his thick black eyebrows. He looked at the ruins and said softly:
"Mother."
"sorry……"
They, mother and son, had said sorry here.
But no one could hear it...
…
Finally, Su Mingan came to Bai Xiong’s original central laboratory.
The bodies of the residents have been polluted, and it is difficult for them to reproduce. White City really needs a reproduction machine - whether it is Nolia, who is made up of core energy, or the thousands of victims in the outer city.
Su Mingan gave the power to choose between the two to Vincent.
"The rebels have won, and we have become the rulers of White City. What are you going to do next?" Su Mingan looked at him.
"Chief, the fertility rate problem in this city needs to be solved urgently. We can't let those people from outside the city continue to sacrifice." Vincent said.
The deputy leader with thick eyebrows and big eyes had a painful look on his face. He clenched his fists and seemed to be making up his mind.
"What are you going to do?" As Su Ming'an asked this question, he felt a strange shock in his heart.
He vaguely felt something.
"I want to... build a laboratory." Vincent said. He had already thought about the next step: "I want to abolish the resolution to contribute people from outside the city. In order to replace them, I decided to start a new bionic human plan..."
Su Mingan laughed.
He felt a sad sense of reincarnation.
"Do you want to continue this [Noeliya]?" he said with a smile.
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