Codename: Madman
Zhao Jianyu picked up a thick dictionary and walked towards the locker.
The Memory Master had no intention of running away. Since running or not running would not affect the outcome, he might as well stay where he was and wait for what would happen next.
To her surprise, Zhao Jianyu opened the cabinet and found Liu Tianyi hiding inside, and he actually put down the dictionary.
"Mom, we don't have to kill her. Although Zhao Wanting didn't know what was good for her, she did do something useful before she died. She made this person forget everything tonight."
Mumu is a respectful title given to older nuns. The illusionist is certain that Wan Ting's body is occupied by a superpower from nowhere.
It can be speculated that Zhao Jianyu came into contact with the nun, who tried to recruit Wanting, but Wanting rejected them. The nun valued the ability to erase memories and decided to take over Wanting's body.
Wanting made a final resistance and chose to end her life early, and gave the "thing" she got to Liu Tianyi.
Does Wanting still have superpowers now? Maybe she is just an empty shell.
Wanting sat quietly in front of the window against the light, her face was covered with a deep shadow, and the air seemed to be frozen.
The silence of the superior represented a silent denial, and Zhao Jianyu did not dare to disobey her: "What I mean is, it will be troublesome to kill her here, so why not bring her to the rooftop together?"
"Okay." Wan Ting's face became increasingly blurred. "You are a child with your own ideas."
Go to the rooftop and let Zhao Jianyu kill me, the "unrighteous man", and then pretend it's suicide to regain my ability?
The Memory Master came out of the cabinet, and Zhao Jianyu pushed her fiercely, motioning her to walk in front.
They came to the roof of the dormitory building together, and the illusionist could hear the sound of wind whistling in his ears.
The days are very short in the north in winter. It is already dusk now. The sunset glow in the sky mixed with the unique breeze in the open space on the roof makes this dilapidated rooftop look like a paradise.
The illusionist looked at Wanting and asked, "Wang Yue five years later is you too?"
Wanting tilted her head slightly and looked at her with a smile.
"Let me ask you." The Memory Master stepped closer, "What did you say to Wanting?"
"Shut up, you're going to die soon!" Zhao Jianyu pounced on her ferociously, grabbed her collar and pulled her out.
Wanting stood upright on the edge of the rooftop, looking at them quietly, as if waiting for them to pass by.
The illusionist followed Zhao Jianyu's force and walked forward without any intention of resisting. She kept turning her head and as expected, she saw the red shadow.
She squeezed out two barely audible laughs from her throat, which were quickly drowned out by the sound of the wind on the rooftop, but the prayers dedicated to the King of Kings came out clearly.
"The king of kings, the leader of the fallen. A lone figure behind the scenes, with the setting sun as his garment."
Zhao Jianyu's movements slowed down. He looked at Wanting for help. Wanting looked calm and said, "She is asking for a Chaos God."
Half of the illusionist's eyeballs were covered by a red, decayed shadow. This time, He arrived extremely promptly.
"The iron pole has twisted branches, the moon is hidden in the stars. The shadow of the king is long, the night is low. The mist crown is heavy, the flowers should not bloom..."
"Let her read it." Wanting's arms fell naturally at her side, "There is still an unjust person here."
The illusionist suddenly stopped reciting. She saw Zhao Jianyu's bright eyes fixed on Wanting, or rather, he was looking at Wanting's body. He loosened his hand that was tightly holding Liu Tianyi.
The illusionist grabbed him and said, "Is it really your idea to kill Wan Ting?"
"Zhao Jianyu, think it over carefully."
Zhao Jianyu knocked her hand away and said indifferently: "You are not trying to persuade me not to kill Wanting. Do you have the qualifications?"
The illusionist didn't even look at Zhao Jianyu, but only focused on Wanting: "I don't care whether you kill Wanting or not."
"I just want to ask you, why is Wanting an unjust person?"
"On the day of the Zhaoyazhuang incident, Zhao Wanting helped you erase the memory of the witnesses and then remained silent. Why is she an unjust person?"
"She has the ability but is unwilling to take the corresponding responsibility. This is unfair." Zhao Jianyu's voice was firm.
"Who caused her superpowers not to be made public? If you didn't kill people and she didn't help you, would these things happen?"
Zhao Jianyu was finally enraged: "You said it so lightly! If it were you, wouldn't you resist? This is obviously not my fault, it's that little bastard who is too weak! What's more, I found a way to remedy it for her, but she didn't know what was good for her and didn't want to accept it!"
"You know what?" The illusionist used Liu Tianyi's body to show a vicious smile. She stepped over Zhao Jianyu and stood on the edge of the rooftop with Wanting. "Wanting is a good child and a kind person."
"But she's already dead."
As if realizing what she was going to do, Zhao Jianyu tensed his body, slightly arched his back, and was ready to rush over at any time.
"Although it is unjust to use a dead person to achieve one's goal, I am not a good person myself."
"Guess what, I'm going to push Wanting down now, and then recite the last prayer to sacrifice Liu Tianyi. Where can you find the unjust person?"
"Your superpower, your God-given gift, your everything, your only hope is gone."
"Then, your teacher, your classmates and the police who were about to arrive found you with two dead bodies."
"Can you get away with it perfectly like last time? Will there be another Wan Ting who will remain silent forever for you?"
The illusionist took another step forward: "Answer me."
Very close, too close. The illusionist approached Wanting directly. At this distance, one could even see Liu Tianyi’s shadow reflected in those eyes as calm as lake water.
Zhao Jianyu said in a hoarse voice: "Step back and I will answer you."
The Memory Master hesitated.
"Back off!" Zhao Jianyu shouted harshly.
Accidents happened simultaneously.
Zhao Jianyu rushed forward resolutely and bumped into Wanting in the twilight. Then, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from below the rooftop.
The illusionist pushed him away and stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down. The scene below was exactly the same as in Liu Tianyi's memory. She sighed silently.
Then she heard a creaking sound of joints moving, like the hinges of a door that had not been lubricated for a long time being pushed open hastily.
Zhao Jianyu's superpowers returned, and he turned into a man with a broad body and muscles like an ancient Greek sculpture.
This mountain-like body tore his school uniform apart, but he didn't care and fell into a boiling frenzy.
"Hey." A deep, adult male voice came from Zhao Jianyu's mouth, "Although Wanting and I promised not to kill you, I changed my mind."
"If I kill you now, she will definitely forgive me again."
The Memory Master recognized him. He was a Class A wanted criminal of the Super Management Department, codenamed Madman.
She looked up into those evil eyes and uttered her final prayer: "Blood flows on the hill, and the mourning song will never end."
Zhao Jianyu punched forward, but only resulted in a bloody shadow.
In fact, the Memory Master would rather be hit by him than endure the pain of a photosensitive epileptic seizure.
There was a rapidly flashing red light in front of my eyes. Even if I closed my eyes, the ubiquitous light could penetrate into my brain through my eyelids, like millions of butterflies fluttering in my brain.
In the extreme discomfort, the iron hook stuck on his neck lost its presence, and the illusionist vaguely kicked someone.
The person cried out in pain and was kicked a few more times by her like a punching bag. Finally, he managed to hold her down in a panic and untie her from the iron hook.
The illusionist took deep breaths of air and felt like he was alive again.
The person who saved her was a round-faced girl. The illusionist did not say thank you, nor did she tell anyone to hide in the storage room. She just silently held the hands that saved her.
She returned to the present from her lost memories. The Withered Dynasty was nearing its end, and the King of Kings himself joined the performance as a king who had been bled to death, hanging in the center of the stage by countless iron hooks.
Many nonexistent hooks suddenly appeared on the dilapidated wooden ceiling of the old auditorium, and the iron hooks covered with embroidery marks were hung with humans in various postures.
They were densely packed together, swaying gently in accordance with the pattern of the red light. Although they were still able to breathe, they had long since given up struggling.
Two words were written in blood on the left screen.
【End】
The scene under the stage was like hell on earth. A bloody red light enveloped the entire world. People were caught in a frantic fight, with shouts, sounds of limb collisions, and screams of pain mixed together.
Everyone was like the most primitive animals, using their teeth and fists as their only weapons, wantonly attacking any living thing within sight.
The illusionist saw a middle-aged teacher smashing a student's front teeth with his head. The student seemed to have lost his sense of pain and instead hugged the middle-aged man's neck and hit him hard in the stomach with his knee.
"How to save them?" The round-faced girl's shout brought the illusionist back to reality.
It's not that there is no way. Those two pages of script that were not performed were an excellent tutorial, but someone had to sacrifice for it.
"I have an idea. Where is the actress of Meliego? I want her mask."
The middle-aged teacher's screams drowned out all other sounds, and the round-faced girl could only gesture for her to look at the stage.
Qian Xiao, who plays Meliegro, competes against another actor on stage.
The illusionist nodded to the round-faced girl, pulled her through the crazy crowd, and went onto the stage from the side.
"Help me hold her down."
The round-faced girl did not hesitate and attacked Qian Xiao from behind. She put her hands under her armpits and locked one of her thighs with her legs, wrapping Qian Xiao on the floor like a python.
He quickly pulled off the silver-white wise man's mask, and the illusionist was stunned: "I have practiced it before."
"No." The round-faced girl was a little embarrassed, "I like watching MMA."
"What a practical hobby." The illusionist had a complicated look on his face. "Then you should be careful."
Putting the mask on her face, the illusionist recalled Qian Xiao's emotional aria-like performance, and she tried her best to imitate it:
"Please stop the unprovoked war, my master, my king, my only friend in this world."
Unfortunately, she has no talent for imitation, and her voice is naturally flat and lacks human emotions. Some people once commented that her voice sounds like AI.
The Memory Master was about to give up when the King of Kings, hanging in the center of the stage, suddenly twitched his neck a few times.
A wave of joy surged into the memory master's heart. She suddenly turned around and faced the teachers and students below the stage who had calmed down following the movements of the King of Kings: "The kindest subjects of Worry-Free City, please listen to me. My name is Meliegro."
"The pinnacle of power breeds endless temptations. My self is born from fog and light. Lies and cruelty are born with me."
"I have an ulterior motive, and I stay with the forgiving and merciful Son of Gaia all day long."
"Now I feel deeply guilty. I am willing to bear all the sins, let the accusations and resentments gather together, and let death and punishment be imposed on me."
"What are you going to do!" The round-faced girl stood up anxiously, but Qian Xiao, who was lying on the ground, grabbed her ankle and threw her to the ground.
The round-faced girl choked up and asked: "This is the method you said. Are you crazy?"
The Memory Master wants to kill himself as Meliegro.
If someone had to sacrifice herself, it had to be her.
She knew very well that the head and cervical spine are among the most vulnerable parts of the human body. There is a scientific basis for the fact that so many famous ministers in ancient times died by hitting their heads against pillars to give their advice.
A violent collision with all the strength of the body can cause cerebral hemorrhage and cervical dislocation, which can directly affect the spine, causing immediate paralysis or damage to the respiratory center, and can be rapidly fatal.
Under the flickering red light, the illusionist rushed towards a load-bearing wall behind the stage.
She ran headfirst into a cloud of mist, and was embraced by wisps of white mist. A pair of hands gently took off her mask and smoothed her sweaty hair.
"What beautiful hair." The voice praised softly, with a strange rhythm.
"The world is so wonderful that it can produce such amazing hair colors. If you are given enough time, you can invent even more bizarre things."
The illusionist was sure that the voice did not speak any language in the world, but she somehow understood it. She asked blankly: "Who are you?"
"You've read the words I wrote, but you're not willing to follow my advice."
He is Meliegro. The contents of the sermon appeared before the visionary’s eyes, and he understood everything in a trance.
[I see the gamblers pretending to be smart and foolish throwing all their hopes into the endless darkness and the final chapter of all things. I will always watch you and I will be the last listener and narrator.]
"I'm... sorry," the illusionist had to admit that he was a smart gambler, "I didn't know you were still there."
"Don't apologize, it's not your fault."
A ray of red light tried to penetrate the milky white fog, but was caught by Meleagro: "No one can know me, just like you don't know what is in you."
"You are a memetic suppressor," the Memory Master blurted out, but she soon realized that something was wrong. "Why can I remember the concept of memetic suppression?"
Meliego looked at her and smiled.
The Memory Master quickly replied, "I know, because you are the concept itself."
In the thick fog, Meliego laughed loudly, as if he was pleased by her self-questioning and self-answering. The illusionist sat on the ground exhausted and also laughed.
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