endless debt

Chapter 799

Picked up by the guards, Dennis came out of the train station slowly on crutches. He looked up and saw the surrounding high-rise buildings, huge road signs, and busy people. Like the strangers in the city of Opals, they are so out of tune with this city, like wild beasts walking out of the primeval forest, strayed into human society.

Dennis never thought that one day he would be able to return to this city again, not to mention that such a big change had actually taken place in this city.

"gentlemen."

The guard stood beside Dennis, reaching out to help him. Dennis wanted to refuse, but his body was too difficult to support, so he could only smile politely and thank the guard for their help.

At this time, Dennis realized belatedly that he was already an old man in his 90s.

"Time is so fast..."

Dennis stared at the city and couldn't help sighing. He remembered that the last time he came to this land, it was still a place of scorched earth, full of corpses. A terrible war swept across this land, and Dennis was a participant in the war. one of them.

To this day, Dennis still clearly remembers those tragic and terrifying scenes. In the blink of an eye, it was like a hallucination. He could see the blood-stained ruins again, but when he blinked again, only endless prosperity was reflected in his eyes.

Now this place is no longer a scene of war, but a prosperous city with high-rise buildings, busy crowds, and bizarre.It made him feel lost, as if time was out of place, as if his memory didn't match reality.

Seeing the bewildered eyes of the guards on the side, Dennis explained in a timely manner, "The last time I came here, it wasn't called the City of Oath Opus, and there were no such high-rise buildings, but scorched earth ruins all over the place."

Dennis said with great nostalgia, "I was a young soldier at the time, not the old man I am now."

No one can deny that Dennis is old. His face is covered with deep wrinkles, his skin is loose and weak, his hair has almost all fallen out, only a few sparse white hairs remain, and his eyes are sunken in tears. Appears very tired, with chapped lips and lifeless.

Dennis' aging comes not only from the passage of time, but more importantly, from the trauma left by the war.

He used to be a soldier and experienced many thrilling battles. After the war, Dennis spent the rest of his life healing his soul, but the intense war scenes still appeared in his mind, and he still couldn't forget the sound of guns and the wailing of his comrades. Voice.

With difficulty moving his steps, Dennis could clearly feel the faint pain coming from his body every inch he moved. It was an old wound. He was knocked down by a shell in the war and suffered multiple injuries in his body. Going back and forth between coma and wakefulness.

That experience became an indelible trauma deep in Dennis' heart. After the war, Dennis lived in seclusion in the countryside and never talked about that experience with others, nor participated in military gatherings and activities.

Many friends who have been with Dennis for decades do not know that Dennis was once a soldier, let alone that he participated in the war of Scorched Wrath. Sometimes, Dennis almost forgot that memory.

Until some time ago, until these mysterious people found themselves with the almost forgotten materials from that year.Dennis didn't understand what was the use of a dying person like himself.

"Where are we going next?" Dennis asked.

"Just follow us."

The guards took Dennis to the side of the road and opened the door. The windows were opaque, and the inside of the car was dark, which made people feel uneasy.

Dennis got into the car, the door was closed and locked, he knew his fate was now completely in the hands of these people, but he was not afraid, he was too old, he had already done it for countless days and nights. Prepare to face death.

"Hello, Mr. Dennis."

A steady voice sounded in the darkness, Dennis blinked, his blurry vision barely made out an outline in the darkness.

"You can call me Ivan."

Ivan stretched out his hand and gently held Dennis together.

"Excuse me, what do you want from me?" Dennis said with firm eyes and a strong voice.

"It's nothing, I just want to know, can you tell me about your experience in the army? For example, the part about your comrades in arms." Ivan asked.

"That's not a good memory, if you can..."

Ivan interrupted Dennis, "Please, this is very important."

Dennis' voice paused for a moment, as if in compromise, he fell silent, and many past events emerged in his cloudy eyes, which haunted his mind like phantoms and ghosts.

As the memories gradually became clearer, many vague faces became real.

"Please give me some time." Dennis said softly.

Ivan nodded seriously, and didn't say much. He could understand Dennis's mood, and recalling such a past was not an easy task.

Dennis's comrades in arms have all passed away for many years. Compared with Dennis's long life, the part occupied by war is not much, but it is this part that constitutes the key to Dennis' life. Those figures who rolled in the trenches with him , engraved into his heart indelibly.

"It's really a distant memory." Dennis murmured.

"From the information, you come from a place called Sequoia Town." Ivan guided Dennis.

"Sequoia Town? Yes, that's my hometown."

"But after the war, you didn't return to your hometown."

"Yes."

"why?"

There was a strange light in Dennis' eyes, he shook his head, "It's gone."

"Gone?"

"Sequoia Town is a small place, and there are very few channels to communicate with the outside world. If it weren't for the passing of the caravan, we might not even know that the outside world is fighting. It is a place that can be called a hermit."

Dennis tried hard to recall his hometown, but he couldn't remember anything except the endless giant trees.

"There is no sign of Redwood Town on the map, and the railway does not pass there. The children who left home can only follow their own way back. Although the war has brought me many traumas, I still remember the way home."

"Did you find it?"

"I found it," Dennis's voice rose, and then fell into a low voice, "I found a piece of scorched earth."

Ivan's face changed slightly.

"Like I said, Sequoia is a small place, its birth is unknown, and its destruction is unknown."

Dennis said without emotion, the wound was numb and he could no longer feel the pain.

"It has extremely rich forest resources. When I returned to my hometown, the redwood forest was cut down, and some were just bare land full of tree stumps. The familiar small town was only left with ruins, just like in the wilderness. It's like a very common abandoned building group... The war has spread here, think about it, this is the scorched earth wrath sweeping the world, how can a small town be spared?"

"What did you do after that?"

Dennis said, "I tried to find other people, but there were not many people in the town, let alone young people who were all out to fight. After searching for a few years, I suddenly realized that I might be the only one who remembered Sequoia Town. No matter how sad I am, I have to move on, so I came to another city and tried to start a new life there."

"Did you do it? New life."

"probably."

Ivan silently recorded his conversation with Dennis on the page. At this moment, he felt that the atmosphere was almost done, and it was time to guide Dennis to the real problem.

"Bologo Lazarus."

Ivan said the name of Bologo abruptly, and the atmosphere in the car quickly cooled down. Relying on his professional instinct, Ivan was keenly aware of the changes in Dennis,
Increased heart rate, increased blood pressure, slightly trembling fingers, sweating on the body surface, wandering eyes, and slightly accelerated breathing. These reactions are extremely subtle, but for professionals, they are easy to observe.

Ivan knew it was time to continue, he showed Burlogo's photo and asked again.

"Do you remember him?"

Dennis's cloudy eyes were fixed on the appearance of Burrog in the photo. He never thought that after so many years, he would hear Burrog's name and see him again.

The nightmare that tormented him all his life is back, close at hand.

A dim gleam gradually appeared in Ivan's eyes, and his voice seemed to reach Dennis' ears like magic.

"Say something, Dennis."

(End of this chapter)