He joined the Gods' camp from the beginning and was the third in command of the City of Gods. He used his own name at the time, which should have been very recognizable, but this ruthless white-haired man forgot about him the moment he turned around!
Lin Guang carefully identified it and found that it seemed familiar. Under Yamada Machi's slightly expectant gaze, he slowly spoke:
"You are... Shan Tingting?"
"I'm Yamada Machiichi!!!" Yamada Machiichi was furious.
"Okay, Shan Tiantian." Lin Guang forgot about it after hearing it.
Yamada Machiichi took a breath and yelled, "I'm Yamada Machiichi! Yamada Machiichi! Not Shan Tiantian. You don't forget anyone, do you?"
"I remember Lewis' teammates." Lin Guang said, "His teammates... the golden-haired dwarf, the smiling tiger, the female knight, and the man in pajamas. I remember them all very clearly."
Yamada Machichi: "?"
No, he knew who the golden-haired dwarf, the smiling tiger and the female knight were, but who was the last man in pajamas? Was there such a weirdo?
Yamada Machi thought for a while, but he didn't know who the 'pajamas man' referred to. He had to thank Lin Guang for at least remembering the 'Shan' in his name. At least he wouldn't be remembered as the 'Lolita dwarf'.
Seeing the two of them start chatting, a dozen villagers fled out silently.
Yamada Machi looked at Lin Guang who was motionless and said: "You didn't kill them?"
"I already hate killing people." Lin Guang said, "Because when you are hurt, your body will be in pain, and no one will be happy because of it... Why are you looking for me? If you have nothing to do, just get out of here."
Even towards his subordinates of more than ten years, Lin Guang was extremely cold.
"Here, a letter from your friend, Lewis." Yamada Machi handed over the letter.
Lin Guang grabbed the envelope in seconds, tore the outer shell and unfolded it.
There were only a few lines of small words on the letter paper.
…
[Don't cause trouble these two days, thank you. ]
[If you don't cause trouble, I'll treat you to a meal another day. ]
…
In order to stabilize Lin Guang's insecurity, Su Ming'an specially wrote a letter to reassure him. As for when that "some other day" will be, they will talk about it when the time comes.
"I'm leaving." Yamada Machi turned around immediately. He didn't want to stay with this lunatic for a long time. Looking at the bandages on Lin Guang's body that almost looked like a snowman, he didn't know what this lunatic had done recently.
"--etc."
Lin Guang's voice sounded behind him, and Yamada Machi's hair stood on end, and he stopped hesitantly.
"Thank you for sending me the letter." Lin Guang said.
Yamada Machi looked back at Lin Guang. He suddenly realized that compared to 32 years after the disaster, Lin Guang's facial expression had become much more natural, no longer as gloomy and stiff as before. The blood all over his body gradually seeped out along the snow-white bandages, staining the ginkgo leaves on his chest red.
In the deserted village, there was only this man standing quietly at the door, carrying a thick travel bag, like a white-haired dog wet by the heavy rain.
...Without basic thinking logic, unable to perceive positive emotions, unable to communicate with others reasonably, unable to love, and unable to be loved. Just like a person who has lost his five senses since birth, covered in a black shell, his behavior is always mixed with innocence and cruelty.
"Forget it... I'll give you a quote from Oscar Wilde's The Nightingale and the Rose." Yamada Machiya was a soft-hearted person and said:
"[A person who is willing to risk his life for a rose can also coldly abandon the rose. Unfortunately, the nightingale does not understand, just as it does not understand the complexity of human heart.]"
He just gave a word of advice, but he would not say more. Lin Guang had committed an unforgivable crime. He killed so many innocent residents and it was impossible for him to be cleansed.
Lin Guang stared at him blankly.
"Thank you, although I didn't understand what you meant." Lin Guang said: "Shan Tiantian."
…
At exactly six o'clock in the evening, in the inner city, in the central banquet hall of Doomsday City.
Under the luxurious light, a red carpet was rolled out all the way along the jade-white steps at the end of the hall, extending to the second-floor platform.
Various red wines, cakes, steaks and other extremely luxurious foods in the ruins world decorated the snow-white tables scattered in the hall. People in formal clothes raised bright golden crystal glasses in their hands and talked in low voices.
The dinner has not started yet and the host of the banquet, the city lord Asa Akto, has not arrived yet.
The dinner invited some high-ranking people in the inner city, including commanders, generals, and allies of Doomsday City, such as the Freedom Alliance, the Inquisition, the City of Hope, the City of Antofa, Yaoguang, and high-ranking officials of various forces.
——In this situation, Su Mingan arrived as the lord of the "dungeon city".
Among the forces that all remained silent, Su Mingan was the only one who openly resisted. As soon as he stepped into the banquet hall, countless eyes fell on him.
In the 42nd year of the Cataclysm, Su Mingan had attended a similar banquet in the same banquet hall, and Su Lin had helped him kill the female lord of the Ninth City, Hercules. The positions of many people, even the placement of red wine and desserts, were exactly the same.
But in 71 years after the catastrophe, the positions were reversed and he became the enemy of these people.
He saw the bloodshot eyes of many people - under the unscrupulous oppression of the counterfeiters, the city-state was like a leaky wooden building, with invaders everywhere.
“…”
Su Mingan walked on the red carpet and blended into the crowd. Next to him was Cheng Luohe, who volunteered to come.
"Sir, the fake one hasn't arrived yet." Cheng Luohe sat down in the booth, scanning the men and women around him with his gleaming eyes. As a sniper, this was his subconscious action.
"There are a lot of people attending the dinner, most of them are leaders." Su Mingan said: "They are all acquaintances..."
They were all acquaintances from the past forty years who had shaken his hand and said they would fight for him.
It's not that these people are unaware that there are problems with Akto, but ideological domination and personal selfishness make them pretend not to think of this and continue to enjoy the protection they had won with their own hands more than a decade ago.
Who the ruler is, or how incompetent the ruler is, has nothing to do with them. On the contrary, they can use it to make money.
Su Mingan judged that even if he stood up and announced his identity now, many of these blindfolded people would pretend not to hear him. They had changed, had families and children, were no longer young and alone, and no longer had the original intention to conquer the world.
The brilliance, ugliness and variability of human nature were vividly displayed in these short forty years of the Dawn War.
"Da, da, da."
Suddenly, the banquet hall became quiet.
On the second-floor platform, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground could be heard on the smooth tiles.
Light fell from the dome, trapping the man's slender, white figure. People couldn't help but breathe softly and move their eyes upwards, like a dazzling spotlight.
"Damn fake..." Cheng Luohe crushed the wine glass in his hand.
Su Mingan raised his eyelids.
The man stood on the highest step, bathed in the golden light of the banquet hall, his eyes also looking far in the direction of Su Mingan.
He seemed to smile.
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