Chapter 130

Just before the shabby armored vehicle arrived at the hospital, Gu Hongying was still trying to get Fang Yan to destroy the disposable photo stone in his hand.

Gu Hongying didn’t know whether he would become some famous and successful figure in the future. Right now, he just wanted to destroy his dark history immediately and quickly. He already had a lot of dark history and couldn’t have any more!

Fang Yan did not even put away the disposable photo stone. He tossed it up and down in his hand, obviously teasing the child, and his eyes narrowed with laughter.

When I threw the photo stone upwards again, the familiar feeling did not fall into my palm.

Fang Yan: “???”

He quickly turned his head to look to the side, and the silent face of the team leader came into his sight: "Enough is enough."

Fang Yan said timidly: "Okay, team leader."

As for the disposable photo stone that the team leader was holding in his hand... well, I didn't dare to ask even though I saw it.

The leader of Group 4, Zheng Chanyi, took the troublemaker Fang Yan away, apparently to explain the situation to the hospital. The ferocious Gu Hongying's hoodie was hooked by the hilt of Shen Cong's sword, as if his fate was being strangled by the scruff of the neck.

There were six people in the four special teams. The team leader took Fang Yan away. The other three saw that the situation was not good and decisively took other tasks and ran away. Gu Hongying then handed the task to Shen Cong, who was closest to him.

The four groups went through various dangerous missions in wind and rain, and no one was a caring brother or sister. It would be better to leave such a difficult task of comforting the children to Old Shen.

In an instant, all of Shen Cong's companions left: "..."

Is it easy to cheat your own people?

Gu Hongying, whose fate was being strangled by the back of his neck, turned around and said timidly: "Brother Shen, my neck is a bit choked."

Shen Cong's eyebrows were almost wrinkled to form the Chinese character "川". He retracted his sword handle and for a moment wanted to run away like his other companions.

He thought for a moment and said something that didn't sound like comfort: "You'll just get used to it."

Gu Hongying's expression suddenly resembled the dead fish eyes expression that often appears in animations: "Can I get used to this kind of thing?"

Does it mean that collecting more dark history will not only enhance people's ability to bear it, but also relax their bottom line?

Shen Cong: "Everyone got here this way."

Not only him, Fang Yan, other companions, and even the team leader, everyone has more or less such photos preserved in the pile of files at the place of alien return.

Sometimes when they look through similar files, the pictures and photos attached to the densely packed reports will only make people smile when they look at them again after a long time.

This kind of "dark history" is proof of its existence.

There are even many reports in which the people who appeared in the photos are no longer alive, and their personality traits can only be glimpsed in the reports. When reading these long reports, it seems that the people in the text have come to life and greeted them briefly.

To be forgotten by the world is true death.

Therefore, the Alien Bureau spent a lot of effort to build a huge archive to preserve all the mission files of the Alien Bureau since its establishment. All the deceased heroes are alive in another way, telling future generations about their experiences, experiences and methods.

The tradition is immortal and the belief is not dead.

This is another kind of immortality.

Facing Gu Hongying's puzzled eyes, Shen Cong smiled for the first time: "You will understand when you grow up."

The inner world is not the outer world, it is simply too dangerous. Sometimes a good friend who was greeting you cheerfully a few days ago would turn into a name in the archive that would never light up again the next day. Sometimes the first time you see someone is the last time you see them in this life.

Memories will slowly fade over time, and then turn pale, as if covered by a fuzzy veil of time. Sometimes these "dark histories" are the key to uncovering that veil.

"...will you understand it when you grow up?" Gu Hongying felt that Shen Cong's words were a bit like an adult deceiving a child, so he asked sincerely, "Will I understand the joy of umbrella-tearing literature in the future?"

Shen Cong: "It's not impossible if you want to understand it this way."

A long time ago, Shen Cong, who had not seen so many separations and deaths, seemed to be another Gu Hongying.

Unfortunately, he is no longer young.

*

Yu Tu was taken by Jiang Wenxun from Group 4 and took a strange elevator to the underground.

In the dark elevator, Jiang Wenxun heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately I ran fast, otherwise it would be my turn to receive psychological counseling."

He was really afraid of adding fuel to the fire and saying that the child was depressed.

Yu Tu: “…psychological counseling?”

In the darkness, Yu Tu couldn't see Jiang Wenxun's expression, he could only hear his thankful tone: "Let you get used to the psychological counseling of being filmed for 'black history'."

Yu Tu: “???”

Did he wake up and hear something wrong?

Yu Tu was silent for a while. Perhaps Jiang Wenxun also felt that his incoherent words were a little confusing, so he explained, "Well... how should I tell you? Anyway, everyone has been through this, so just get used to it!"

If he could hear what Shen Cong said to Gu Hongying, he would find that the four groups' abilities to persuade others were about the same, in short, equally bad.

There was a suspicious awkwardness in the elevator.

Fortunately, they didn't remain silent for a few seconds. With a "ding" sound, they had arrived at their destination. The elevator door slowly opened, and Jiang Wenxun pushed Yu Tu's back: "Come in."

As if anticipating what Yu Tu was going to ask, Jiang Wenxun took a step back and said, "This place is special, I can't go in with you. I will wait for you here and take you back."

There was only a white light outside the elevator door. Yu Tu walked into the white light. The ground was so white that it was eerie. Staring at it for too long would make one dizzy. The long and narrow corridor twisted left and right like a maze.

Yu Tu felt dizzy as he walked in the bright and narrow corridor. It seemed as if the corridor had no end.

The vague premonition I had in the Spider's Nest came back again -

[Turn right] [Go straight] [Backward]...

Yu Tu reached the end in a half-awake and half-dazed state. The end seemed as bright and clear as a fisherman seeing the Peach Blossom Spring. Although there was nothing there except a door, it gave people the illusion of beautiful scenery and vitality.

Yu Tu pushed open the door.

Outside the door was a vast expanse of pure white.

The door disappeared completely after he pushed it open and walked in, and pure white became one continuous piece, with no visible boundaries, only vastness.

When there is only one extreme color left between heaven and earth, people will be so shocked that they can't say anything. Yu Tu looked around, his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't utter a syllable.

The vague premonition he had before completely disappeared at this moment. Yu Tu walked forward, but he lost his way as he walked. Just like people walking in the snow are prone to snow blindness, he began to lose track of front and back, left and right, and even began to lose the sense of time.

He didn't know how long he had been walking. The pure white beneath his feet began to ripple and slowly faded away. He seemed to be standing on a mirror without boundaries.

Yu Tu lowered his head and saw himself in the mirror, with a pair of dark green eyes.

…

On the other side of the pure white space, more than ten people stood together, and Yu Tu’s current state was reflected in everyone’s eyes.

The person on the far left murmured, "This is impossible... This kind of talent cannot appear in a child of the Plant Tribe... This is against the rules..."

"Compatible with [Mirror]... How could he possibly be compatible with [Mirror]?" The people around him were equally incredulous. "Since 'he' can be compatible with [Mirror], Yu Tu can't be the second one!"

In this world, even if the ancient bloodline has become increasingly thin, it still follows a rule—only when the previous bloodline owner dies can the next one inherit!

"The ancient bloodline inheritance is unique." Dean Chen, who has studied the ancient bloodline inheritance system for almost a lifetime, had a puzzled look in his eyes, "Di Changqing's talent is [Illuminating the True Body], how could Yu Tu awaken [Insight into All Things]?"

This is a talent of insight that can only be awakened by listening carefully to the bloodline! Even if it is a cross-species, this is too much!

Jiang Jiang, who received their message, took some time out of his busy schedule and used a teleportation spell to teleport here: "Are you sure it's a talent of insight? Are you sure it's correct?"

"In the heart of the [Mirror], the inspection cannot be wrong."

Although no one wants to admit it, such an outrageous thing has happened - only those who are in harmony with the [Mirror] can see the real [Mirror] in its core.

But... there can't be two Di Tings in this world, and the plant tribe will not mistake their own cubs.

They looked at the boy through a transparent glass wall, but found that he was shrouded in white mist. There seemed to be writing on the ground under his feet, but no one could see it clearly.

[Mirror] doesn't let them see clearly.

*

Yu Tu blinked, and the image of himself in the mirror at his feet also blinked.

When did he get green eyes?

Yu Tu squatted down, trying to see more clearly.

But as he squatted down, the image of himself in the mirror turned into irregular lines. These lines seemed to form some words, but in the end they did not take shape. After repeating this several times, they finally became a sentence:

[Tu Tu, your talent is [insight into everything], a very powerful talent. ]

If this is a talent test, isn't the result reported in a rather human way?

Yu Tu found it a bit strange. This tone gave him the illusion that Elder Xiu was praising his brothers and sisters who were still planted in small pots and had not transformed.

Yu Tu followed his instinct and asked, "Do you know me?"

As soon as he said this, he felt it was ridiculous. How could an instrument that tests talent be able to chat with him?

But to his surprise, the line of words disappeared and turned into a new answer: [I don’t know.]

Yu Tu: “…Ah?”

He asked, "Who are you?"

The writing on the ground changed again. The line behind "I am" kept wandering and never took shape.

After a long time, the handwriting on the ground finally formed a complete sentence—

【I am [Mirror]. 】

...mirror?

This answer was a little beyond Yu Tu's understanding.

But obviously, it would not give Yu Tu any more answers, because the mirror under his feet was gradually swallowed by pure white, and Yu Tu heard a sound like glass breaking.

Chunbai retreated quickly and appeared in a room. Yu Tu saw Jiang Jiang in the crowd.

Everyone looked at him with puzzled eyes, which made Yu Tu's heart skip a beat.

The person closest to him had white hair and a white beard, and looked like he could cosplay as Santa Claus. This "Santa Claus" had a troubled look on his face: "Little classmate Yu Tu, are you sure you are really a youngster from the Plant Tribe?"

Yu Tu: “……?”

His face was full of confusion.

Dean Chen's expression changed back and forth, like a Sichuan opera character. Finally, his desire for scientific research and knowledge overwhelmed his inquiring heart: "Tu Tu... Normally, a plant tribe cub born and raised in nature cannot awaken the insight [talent]."

Yu Tu understood.

Yu Tu was full of questions.

"I don't know." He sighed, "Please wait a moment, I'll call the elder."

Less than ten minutes later, the chief of the Grass and Tree Clan, Diwu, hurried over using a teleportation talisman, his face full of rage as if he was about to fight:

"Who said TuTu might not be our Plant Clan's cub! Stand up yourself!"

Elder Di Xiu, who was teleporting behind him, helplessly grabbed his own raging clan leader and skillfully stuffed a few small round black fruits into his mouth: "Clan leader, calm down."