Lin Guang's white hair fluttered in the rain, like a fine snow that was about to melt in a winter night. The snow condensed on his pale face, and the light finally reflected in his pale pupils.
——Mantis, red butterfly, Hanfu, white hair, tea art, and Mount Taihua in the dream.
——Paranoia, stubbornness, focus, silence, determination, similar smile and facial features.
Every preference of Lin Guang was very similar to Lu Shu. Every bit of his personality he displayed was in line with Lu Shu. Every bit of him was influenced by Lu Shu, from his facial features to his habits and hobbies.
It was not until today that Su Mingan discovered that Lin Guang also liked Hanfu, but because he looked too much like Lu Shu, Lin Guang deliberately avoided wearing this kind of clothing.
But how is it possible to avoid it?
The two of them seemed to be stuck together, one belonging to the light and the other to the shadow.
Although Lu Shu gave people the feeling of being silent, he was like a reef that would not wear out, or a ray of sunshine that would never move behind him. Even if you didn't look back, you would know that Lu Shu was behind you. And Lu Shu himself also calmly accepted the fact that "you would care about him".
In other words, Lu Shu's essence is self-confidence. He believes that he will be cared for, and he believes that his efforts will be rewarded. Even if Su Mingan says that he doesn't need it, Lu Shu will take the initiative to offer everything he thinks is good, like a child who longs for praise and waits for comfort. Because Lu Shu knows that someone will need him.
But Lin Guang is different.
He never believed that he would be loved, nor that anyone would care about him. Even if he encountered a little warmth, he would be burned, and subconsciously thought that this was "a kind of harm" to him.
Because he has never made friends, no one has ever cared about him, and he has always faced only fear and hatred from the public. He has to rely on self-mutilation to even perceive emotions, and he repeatedly uses the wrong methods to throw himself into the fire.
He naturally became a flawed shell, stubborn and gloomy, cruel and naive, like Lu Shu's shadow.
Out of control, false, wrong, incalculable.
Humble, unfortunate, abnormal, unwanted.
If Lu Shu is made up of moonlight, tea leaves, pine and bamboo, then for Lin Guang... all negative emotions, everything humble, damp, ugly, mud, shadows and blood make up him.
The difference between him and Lu Shu actually lies precisely in this point of "luck" and "misfortune".
Su Ming'an moved his gaze, and their eyes intertwined in the night. Lin Guang stared at him, with a barely perceptible trace of pain in his expression.
Suddenly, the angry voice of the god came from the side:
"——So you guys escaped to the sky."
In an instant, a heavy artillery was aimed at Su Mingan, piercing the red butterfly like thunder.
In an instant, the scarlet butterfly turned into pieces.
The red butterfly under his feet disappeared instantly, and Su Ming'an missed a step. Lin Guang grabbed Su Ming'an in time and rolled to the platform below.
"Cough!" Su Mingan coughed up blood, covered his mouth, and quickly stood up, his palms feeling hot and wet.
“Click, click, click—”
The sound of a high-altitude helicopter was in their ears. A jackdaw-like helicopter hung in the night sky, like the moon hanging upside down. The god stood at the hatch, looking down at the two of them, like a hawk catching prey.
"Linguang, I thought you were just an idiot, but I didn't expect you to have a brain and actually want to betray me." The god said, "But, that's it. Do you think blowing up the building will help?"
"I'm not a fool." Lin Guang shouted coldly while standing on the platform.
“Ha, hahahaha…” The god clapped his hands and laughed: “Everyone thinks you are a fool. Everyone—all the audience—all the bystanders—think you are a fool, a villain, a butcher, and an executioner. Including Lewis next to you… He hates you so much, but you still want to stand by his side. You are really… humble to the extreme. I feel sorry for you, Lin Guang.”
"He is not a fool." Su Mingan said lightly.
"Hmm?" The god was a little surprised: "You actually started to speak for him... Su Mingan. If you knew what Lin Guang's true nature was, you would only pity him."
...The nature of Lin Guang?
What is …?
Su Mingan gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and wanted to ask, but found that the god's figure suddenly disappeared.
Instead, there was the painful voice of Lin Guang beside him.
“Ah…Ahhh…”
Lin Guang covered his head with his hands, his eyes turned blood red, his chest heaved violently, and his face was abnormally flushed.
Su Mingan understood what the gods were doing.
The gods are invading Linguang.
As the agent of God, Lin Guang was the most severely eroded and was easily invaded.
Once the gods take over Lin Guang's body, they will be able to control the Dawn System in Lin Guang's body, and everything will be the same as in the previous round, with nothing changed.
Su Ming'an held the hilt of the sword, but didn't know what to do. Even if he killed Lin Guang now, it would only be in accordance with the will of the gods.
And at this moment,
He saw Lin Guang's pupils gradually turn bright red. But those eyes still retained their last bit of rationality, staring at him intently, as if begging for something.
At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly reacted.
There was a sentence that echoed in his mind, although he still didn't understand its specific meaning and what consequences it would cause.
However, his gradually quickening heartbeat and the most sensitive string in his brain told him that this sentence should be used here.
…
…
【——Shoot him.】
…
With a "click", the bullet was loaded and Su Mingan pointed the gun at Lin Guang.
Lin Guang, who had retained his last bit of sanity, saw Su Mingan aiming the gun at him.
He smiled with relief, as if he had finally seen the correct answer.
While struggling with the consciousness of the god, he took out the wilted lily, slowly knelt down, and held it high.
From a distance, he raised his head, and the petals in his hand and the cold muzzle of Su Mingan's gun seemed to form a straight line.
"Lewis."
"I still remember the first time I met you...you were in front of the fountain in the garden villa, and the flowers were as beautiful as spring." Lin Guang's facial features twitched, the corners of his eyes drooped, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
It was a smile that had been practiced over and over again for forty years.
"I really... want to be friends with you."
"……shot."
Su Ming'an held the trigger, his eyes trembling. He didn't understand why he had to shoot Lin Guang. But his acumen told him that at this moment, he should do so.
He slowly exerted force and aimed his fingers at Lin Guang's heart.
The shattered fluorescence of the butterfly was coated on Lin Guang's white hair, as if symbolizing destruction and rebirth.
In an instant, light burst out from the muzzle, like a ray of new dawn——
…
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"Bang!"
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