The clone Ming's eyes flickered, he didn't understand what the god was saying in the riddle.
Seeing that Actor was about to activate the emotional resonance device, the clone Ming said: "By the way, I have bombs implanted in all parts of my body. If you try to dismantle it by force, I will explode and die immediately. If you continue to force your emotional resonance device, I will also commit suicide."
Akto's expression changed and he stared at him for several seconds, as if judging his determination.
"You look... a little different from before," said Akto.
"Yeah?"
Akto stood up and walked around the room for a while. The faint smell of pine filled the air, and anxiety emerged in his eyes.
"Are you going to this extent for a city-state that doesn't belong to you?" Actor said, "It has nothing to do with you, but you are ready to die for them? Can't you see their despicableness? Six years ago, so many people hoped that you would jump to the edge of the world..."
His voice was slow, with a genuine sadness, as if he really felt sorry for Su Mingan. But his face was intertwined with complex emotions, as if he was talking to a non-existent person:
"You were just tired. It was all too much for you. You ran away, it's okay..."
The clone watched the other party go crazy and reported the situation to the original body.
Su Mingan didn't pay much attention to the information he received. His target was the Dawn System. The space concealment area allowed him to get close to the core area.
Before that, he needed Noah to suppress the information system, otherwise once the alarm was sounded, he would have no way to escape.
"I'm here. How is Noah?" Su Ming'an typed to ask Captain Mu.
Team Mu did not respond for a while.
In the ice-white control room, the bright red Dawn system appears in the center, like a hot heart.
Plop, plop.
Su Mingan approached it and seemed to hear countless sounds.
…
Nine thirteen at night, Border Town.
Lin Guang raised his head, raindrops fell on his pale face. He walked forward step by step on the thick ice.
On his way to Doomsday City, he was covered with frost. He played the flute, the music he had modified hundreds of times was "Missing", he wanted it to be the best.
“Woo——”
The flute sounds melodious, like a clear flowing stream.
"Your music... is really, beautiful..."
Suddenly, a human voice was heard.
Lin Guang looked down and saw a man lying on the ice, half of his body frozen. The man looked like a soldier, and he had not yet taken off the resource box.
Along the way, Lin Guang saw too many dead bodies, and this was the first time he saw a living one.
"Who are you?" Lin Guang said.
"I'm... a garrison soldier in Doomsday City. I originally wanted to... take a batch of resources with me. But the car froze on the way. All of us froze to death..." The soldier said, "Can you... help us take the resource boxes back?"
As Doomsday City is in the midst of war, in order to preserve the few remaining resources of humanity, the plan requires some soldiers to take the scarce resources out of the city. Casualties are inevitable.
"No." Lin Guang was indifferent to this. This soldier would not live long. He was about to turn around and leave, but he heard the soldier's voice again:
"If the former city lord had listened to the song you just sang, he would definitely like it very much."
"Really?" Lin Guang was slightly startled: "Will you like it?"
"I have some things in my bag that may... help you." The soldier took a breath. "I hope that in the future, there will be a university that offers music classes... and young people who like musical instruments like you..."
"If that's the case, then our fight will be...worth it..."
“…”
The ice was silent.
Lin Guang stood still for a moment.
He leaned over, pushed aside the soldier's body, and shook the frozen backpack open.
“Shuala-la——”
In an instant, the five-line musical scores and simplified musical notations were shaken out of the backpack like fallen autumn leaves, fluttering in the wind, as if carrying the souls of the dead to a distant place.
There were densely written small characters and notes on the five-line score. It seemed that the soldier loved musical instruments. There were his own compositions, flute music collected before the century disaster, and some simple drawings on the paper.
In the musical notation, a little girl stick figure and an adult stick figure are holding hands. The adult stick figure has a long flute in his hand. Behind them is the sun radiating five straight lines.
…
[After the war, I hope to play the flute for Emily, who is now three years old.]
…
This is a line of words written in the corner.
Lin Guang stared at the music score for a while, then put it in his backpack. He moved away and found that in the area where the soldiers were, there were dozens of bodies frozen under the ice. Everyone was carrying a thick resource box, and they never put it down until they died.
It turns out the whole team is here.
Maybe each of them has a different dream in their heart, maybe they like painting, maybe they like cooking, maybe they like musical instruments...
Lin Guang looked at the thick ice layer in the distance, as if he saw countless similar scenes through this small piece of ice.
He placed his hand on his neck, close to the purple pinch mark, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.
"……like?"
It turns out this is also love.
The mountains are like a fallen giant dragon of ice and snow, and the ice is desolate and silent. The soldiers have a faint smile on their faces, as if they saw some warm memories before they were frozen to death.
…
They were buried under the ice and snow,
I just hope the sun will rise every day.
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