Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 2396 The person who broadcast
...What's going on, it's weird.

Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes, trying to catch the jumbled and buzzing thoughts in her mind; when she closed her eyes lightly, something slid down her cheeks.

She raised her hand and wiped the wet and cool tears from her face.

No wonder she has a hard time thinking rationally now; after all, not so long ago, as a 12-year-old, she experienced life-changing violence, upheaval, and bereavement—even calling it a "tragedy" would be too much. Superficial and simple.

At the same time, she still retains her identity as a bystander and "Lin Sanjiu"; two distances, two perspectives, and two answers are entangled and twisted in her mind, forming a dizzying kaleidoscope .

What's more, she still has too many questions.

The first question, and perhaps the least important question, was that there was no one behind her.

Fuxiluo was not behind her at all.

She entered his memory after opening the album; Fuxiluo himself was not in the memory of the album—in fact, when she opened the album, Fuxiluo was just a back view in the distance.

Lin Sanjiu looked back.

The hands she saw and the body temperature she felt on her shoulders seemed to be hallucinations, and there was nothing on the grass behind her except a body that no longer breathed and fluctuated.

The second question is that Fu Xiluo's words are a bit strange.

"Let me go find the world beyond the universe, please"—sounds like a plea.

why?
Is she qualified to decide whether or not Fu Xiluo goes to explore?
If he wanted to go, why did he need to ask her permission?

Thinking of this, more questions arose: Fu Xiluo had never mentioned this matter before, why did he suddenly want to explore the world above the world?

Could it be because he has always had this obsession, but he was hooked by something tonight?

The reason why he begged himself was that he, like Orcius, needed a human farm before he could explore it?

Lin Sanjiu stood there in a daze, feeling all kinds of questions beating her like turbulent waves, shaking her mind; she always felt that there was still a part of the puzzle in front of her that was covered and she couldn't see it. panoramic.

She is not a person who keeps things in her heart and spends a long time entangled with them. Since she doesn't understand, then she should speak out.

"Fu Xiluo?" Lin Sanjiu called out. "Where are you yourself? Why can I communicate with you?"

He said that what he told himself would be the truth—it was strange to say that Lin Sanjiu always believed that he would abide by that non-binding oath for no reason.

"The voice you heard is not me." Fu Xiluo's voice sounded from the empty grass again, "This is just a strand of consciousness I left behind."

"Then the hand I saw..."

"The night by the lake is too cold, but your side is very warm." Fuxiluo's voice sounded like he was dreaming, "I have to stick to you as much as possible... Even if it's just a ray of consciousness, it seems that it can form a limb look, to absorb a little body temperature."

Sure enough, it was his consciousness, not his person—only a strand of unrepressed consciousness remained, which seemed to be far more frank and fragile than the person himself.

"Why did you let me see your memory?" Lin Sanjiu asked softly.

Although the memory is over, everything in front of her is still frozen and unchanged.

It seems that for Fu Xiluo, that night was the finale, and what he saw, the different world above the sky, was the last scene he saw.

"To be honest... I don't understand either. In fact, whether you can see it or not, and whether you are willing or not, will not affect what I want to do." Fu Xiluo murmured, "But I think you should know. "

should know?

"I hope you can become my relatives and friends, an important person in my life, then... of course you should know, right?"

Fu Xiluo's tone, as if he himself was not sure.

Lin Sanjiu sighed softly, walked to the side of the boy by the lake, and sat down.Stretching out her hand, her fingertips passed through that still dazzled face without touching anything.

If I asked her to make a guess...

Fu Xiluo pulled her into memory, did he vaguely hope that after she saw what happened back then, she could wake him up and keep him?

Is he also unwilling to develop human farms like Occidentals, at the expense of countless ordinary people, to find the world above the world?

Lin Sanjiu knew that from now on, she had to be as careful as possible in her words.

"Actually, at the beginning, you were just like most children, with common curiosity and fantasies..."

Fu Xiluo didn't make a sound.

"As people grow older, they will gradually accept the reality, and forget that they once imagined that there are magic, giants, and doors to other worlds in the world. And your parents... under the intervention of your parents, you are more than others. People accept reality earlier and give up fantasy, right?"

Lin Sanjiu recalled the night when he came back from the theater; Fu Xiluo, who was lying on the bed, almost calmly, as if giving up, let go of his hand, letting the "sea area not on the map" drift away from his fingers.

"No...no. I didn't give up, I hope Anji can see ghosts in the new school."

When Fu Xiluo said this, the two were silent for a while, and he suddenly sighed.

"Ah, I see what you mean. At that time, I was 'hoping' that Anji would meet a ghost... I didn't really think that she would meet a ghost."

Lin Sanjiu was surprised that he could notice the difference so quickly.

The next words will be even more difficult.

In the absence of accidents, if Fuxiluo grows up according to the arrangement all the way, then the "world above the world" will just be like the shoes he wore when he was 12 years old, discarded and forgotten because they are no longer suitable.

But... Fu Xiluo's life journey was cut off by that night by the lake in the mountain, folded up, and wrapped him tightly into that night.

As an adult, a bystander, what happened that night by the lake is actually very clear.

... I am afraid that the night has never opened, and there has never been a lightning-like white bird, blood-ruby eyes, or a huge figure like a god.

When Fuxiluo's mother was beaten to death one after another, her last wish was to prevent her son from looking back at her.

Last time she asked Fu Xiluo not to look, but he couldn't help but look, his eyes fell into the half-exposed hall inside the door, and his mother pushed his face away in a panic.

This time, when the mother knew that her life was coming to an end, she picked up something she had never allowed Fushiro to have—she hoped that this kind of daydream, which she usually hated so much, could hold her son's heart for her. Attention can keep him from looking back.

That night, Fuxiluo was only a few dozen steps away from the most desperate horror; she couldn't make him escape far, she had no other way.

But she still hopes that she can provide him with even a little weak cover, that she can apologize to him in this way, and that she can return the world above the world to him.

Lin Sanjiu didn't even know how many of Fuxiluo's mother's words in his memory were actually spoken by her, and how many were hallucinations produced by him under the extreme shock.

Didn't Fuxiluo realize it at all?

Didn't he know what was going on while his mother was talking in staccato?
He knows.

But as a child who was severely suppressed and controlled by his parents, a child who was deprived of fantasy, fun and sense of meaning early on, he still habitually obeyed his mother's orders during the night that was tightly gripped by violence and terror, A person stumbled towards the lake...

There, he grabbed what his mother had given him back at the last moment, a life-saving board.

It was meant to be yours.Grab it, Mother said, so you won't be swallowed up by the night here.

He clings tightly to the life-saving board—the fantasy of the past is back; then, in front of Fushiro, whose spirit, body, and mind are all tottering, the night sky opens up, and he sees the world beyond the world.

After that, he never let go.

"...'the world upon the world' should not be the only meaning in your life."

When Lin Sanjiu spoke, she also surprised herself.

"You never gave up, right? The reason why Occidentus had the same idea and created a human farm is precisely because he came from you and inherited your obsession, right?"

"Yes." Fushiro replied in a low voice. "...I'm sorry. I haven't told you since I woke up."

"Your mother is an ordinary person." Lin Sanjiu tried to speak softly, "Her last words... are for your protection. She has no reason to know that there are worlds above the world, and ordinary people still Can't see."

What's more, there are tens of thousands of doomsday worlds; if the powder spilled from the "world above the world" really caused the copies and abilities, then among the thousands of worlds, Fuxi would not be the only one who saw it Luo one—but Lin Sanjiu and her friends had never heard of it before.

"When you say this, are you worried that I will continue the human farm?" Fu Xiluo asked suddenly.

Lin Sanjiu did have this level of concern, so he nodded.

"Don't worry. As long as you say that you don't want the human farm to continue to exist, I can erase it for you." Fuxiluo said calmly: "I have no interest in it. Orcius's Power is probably just a reflection of me, and his cognition is only a little superficial of mine. He thinks that he must use the so-called "power of faith" to leave this world and go up... But I know that to It doesn't take a vaccine or the power of faith to go to the world on top of the world."

"Then what method?"

"Before I answer, let me ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Do you believe in 'a world upon a world'?"

Lin Sanjiu replied without hesitation: "Of course."

There is no doubt about that.

Even if she sees through the broadcast of Batou De, even if she thinks what Fusiro saw that night is just an illusion, she still believes that there is a world above the world—not as strong attachment and fanaticism as Fusiro, but rather like... …an acceptance with hope and anticipation.

...Since when did it start?

Doubt floated up from my mind, and it passed by without leaving a trace.

"That's good..." Fuxiluo said in a low voice, "Then I can tell you everything. If you want to come out of your memories, please turn around and go straight ahead."

Lin Sanjiu turned around and walked forward step by step; the lake and forest gradually faded, the grassland was replaced by another grassland, and the stars gave way to the dim white moon.

The huge, wonderful and vast alien world in the cracks in the night sky finally retreated into the album and disappeared.

She found herself back on the grass where Exodus was, not far ahead was the back of Fushiro still standing there - it seemed that there was another person standing beside him.

"...Eight-headed Virtue?" Lin Sanjiu called out, quickening his steps a few steps.

Fuxiluo turned around and smiled crookedly at her eyes, which seemed to still contain the lake in the dark night - at this moment, he almost looked like a child full of expectations.

"Why is he here—" Lin Sanjiu stopped abruptly before finishing his sentence. "...Hello, Eight-Headed Virtue?"

The man with a strong and broad body and braided brown hair had empty eyes at the moment, as if he was ignorant of things outside his body, and did not respond to her arrival at all.

"He is already my 'identity'," Fushiro said softly, "I strengthened his abilities as much as possible and used him to send out broadcasts."

Lin Sanjiu slowly turned his head towards him.

"The broadcast on Exodus...is it from you?"

"Well," Fu Xiluo was almost a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry. In order to debug the effect, the broadcast lasted for a long time by your side."

Countdown to energy delivery—03:03.

　Maybe because the plot is all in my head, I think everything should be clear after I finished writing the story of Fu Xiluo's childhood, but after a general reading of the comments, I found that many people still didn't understand.Well, I think it should be better to look at it in the future. Many of the questions you raised are actually Lin Sanjiu's doubts, because the information is not complete.

PS: I think there are not many people who criticize the doomsday.I'm not stupid, I can tell the difference between constructive and well-founded criticism and offensive words.I deleted the comment in the previous chapter, please respect yourself.

　
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