Su Mingan stared at the "city lord".
——Who is this?
Is it a god, or Lin Guang in disguise, or... the real Asa Ak-To?
Su Mingan's breathing was a little rapid. The "city lord" had a calm and composed temperament, and his eyes were so indifferent that they were frightening.
The temperament of the two is like looking in a mirror.
Suddenly, a force came from Su Mingan's arm. Before the "city lord" discovered them, Noah pulled Su Mingan away and rushed into the shadows of the city.
…
“Click.”
The hatch opened, and the white-haired young man walked down the stairs step by step and entered the ice-white room.
First line: Magpies perch on the branches, bringing joy to the door; Second line: Spring flowers bloom all over the earth.
He took out the dried spring couplets and pasted them on the door, smoothing out every tiny wrinkle. He had pasted these couplets dozens of times, changing them every year. Now that he had a deep understanding of Dragon Country culture, he would no longer write asymmetrically.
He pressed the play button on the center console, and a stream of sound came out of the microphone like water.
"I've been to many places for adventure. The first place I went to was a city full of mushrooms..."
In the early days of Kaiusta, Su Mingan would often give live speeches, such as the bizarre magical brilliance, the brilliant and magnificent sea city, and the battle between the two gods under the black wall.
At that time, people were attracted by these interesting stories and influenced by the aura of missionary work, and were willing to stop and listen to the voice of the city lord. But no one expected that the one who listened most attentively was actually the number one enemy far away in the City of God.
Lin Guang saved every screen recording, and thousands of folders were stored in the terminal in his underground laboratory.
"...In that city, there was also a little girl who liked to call me 'Doctor'. Her name was Xiaohan. I was awakened in a laboratory. She said, 'Doctor, we are the last hope of mankind...'"
The sound of screen recording came from all directions. Lin Guang had heard these stories thousands of times in the past forty years. Because no one talked to him, he kept listening.
When hearing these stories, all kinds of emotions changed alternately on Lin Guang's face. He felt an emotion similar to seeing grass breaking through the soil... In people's language, this is called "happiness."
However, there are still many voices that make him feel irritated. Over the years, he has always heard various kinds of auditory hallucinations:
"...I decided to follow you. I like people who always have the future in mind. I like you, and I think you deserve to be my light."
"...I will clear all obstacles for you. I believe in you...but I cannot forgive myself for trusting you to the point of numbness and despair. I want to follow you and start over."
"You're... the best."
“…”
These sounds kept repeating, like a nightmare, making him irritated.
He wanted to grab his head with his hands and tear out all the voices in his head, or pull out his ears.
But in the end he just stared blankly at the basement in front of him, curled up in the corner.
More than 30 years ago, he clearly had many tough methods. For example, when he first met Lewis, he used the mechanical army of the City of God to wipe out the beacon gathering place that had not yet been established. Or, when all the residents advocated handing over Lewis, he drove the huge army of alien beasts to kill these cowards who only knew how to hand over the hero. Or, when Lewis came to visit his City of God, he made Lewis completely disabled to prevent the possibility of the City of God falling...
He clearly has countless ways to defeat the liberal camp.
But he did none of that.
Instead, he watched Doomsday City grow, watched the army approach the city, watched Lewis stop the nuclear explosion and pointed his blade at him.
Over the years, he has traveled to many places in the world, just like an ordinary backpacker. He has met wanderers in the wilderness, lived in uninhabited border towns, walked through the large-scale martyrs' cemetery during the Dawn War, and seen many scenes of residents getting along with each other.
A frail mother trembled as she saved her last meal for her child. A soldier covered in blood desperately carried supplies back to the camp. An elderly couple held hands and walked towards the end of their lives together...
He seemed to... be able to understand a little bit of the "emotion" that Lewis had expressed before.
“Click.”
He opened a box.
A emerald green, crystal-like little mantis jumped out. Its arms were not fully developed yet, like an irregular emerald.
He brought it close to his lips.
This is a dangerous move.
Even though the little mantis was not fully developed, the blade of its forearm was very sharp and it cut his lip, causing his gums to break and hurt. He did not move away until it calmed down from its restlessness.
...Pain is a very strange feeling. When he savored the blood in his mouth, he thought of many people who vomited blood because of his shooting, including Lewis.
At this moment, they might have felt the same way. He felt the pain that Lewis had experienced.
As he chewed the blood, a strange feeling of peace suddenly welled up in his empty heart.
He turned the pistol at his waist, suddenly pointed it at his abdomen, and fired with a "bang". In an instant, his face turned pale with pain, and cold sweat slid down his forehead, soaking his collar.
The bullet pierced his abdomen and blood oozed out.
"So it hurts so much..." he murmured.
...What about being shot through the arm? The palm? The thigh? Being strangled? Being thrown against the wall?
The damage he caused Lewis was far more than just an abdominal injury. If he could experience similar pain, would he be able to understand his friend's feelings and thoughts to some extent?
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