Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"After all,

this is just a little marquee-like memory gleaning."

Crackle....

As the courtroom scene shattered, Rankopel's figure turned again, this time feeling close to real.

"Huh... It's an old place..."

He opened his eyes, surrounded by some leisure tables and chairs on the familiar concrete floor, and he was sitting on the roof of the White Tower Mental Rehabilitation Center.

The White Tower Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center is Lan Feng's residence since the court, Lan Feng's life's residence, from orphanages, schools, bachelor apartments to villas, and then psychiatric hospitals.

Occasionally patients are asked to come up on the rooftop, and after the rows are done, some mime or other movies are played.

Most of the time, there was no one, only Lan Feng would come up occasionally to look up, look down, or simply rest and think.

Splashing....

At this time, the drizzle silently moisturizes everything around it, and this is just the most daily day.

Next to Lan Feng, on his left hand side was a classic "Fallen Leaves Collection", while on his right hand side was a custom-made version of the piano that he occasionally played at an extremely high price.

It is indeed a memory, but everything is familiar, everything is business as usual.

"Haha... I haven't seen you for a long time, old man, it would be a wonderful thing if I could go back another ten years and let my quark be here. Rankopel

gently got up from his chair – by this time he was able to control his body to walk in this illusory but extremely close to reality space.

But of course he understands his true situation - this is just an extremely real illusion, but these rains are different from everything in this world, they are real outliers.

These drizzles are awakening the functions of their bodies, and as their functions are awakened step by step, they can feel the rain like a blade that begins to silently cut everything around them.

In other words, this space could not be supported for too long, but Lan Feng still could not take the initiative to withdraw from this space, and could only wait for the rain to accelerate and wash away until the place collapsed.

Moreover, I can actually welcome an expected visitor in my memory.

"Come on, My Norkirian (named after Lan Feng's custom piano in a previous life, taken from the final act of the classic aria opera "The Clouds of Bafaringen", above the dark clouds, no one plays the ghost piano. He

reached out and stroked the spotless surface of the piano, moved his wrists and fingers, pressed the pedals on the soles of his feet....

And then it began... Light dance.

[∮: ‖§...]

A classic but declension to Alice, no need for scores, just at hand.

Although it still can't match some of the top masters, it is more than enough for some regular tours, with its beautiful and smooth movements and jingle sound.

In his past life, every Friday evening to night, Lan Feng would play one beautiful music after another at the Baita Mental Rehabilitation Center, the top floor of this mental hospital.

There are not many indispensable things in my life, but music is definitely at the top of the list, something that can resonate more directly to the heart than weapons and all words.

In the collection of Lan Feng's life, his music covers all aspects, classical, folk, gentle singing, rap, rock, soundtracks of games, anime, various types of pure music and so on.

"Mr. Rankopel..." The

footsteps behind him accompanied by the music, and the voice was as familiar as ever.

"Hello, Amia... It seems that you came to my memory. Lan

Kepel, that is, Lan Feng, sighed softly.

He turned around and smiled at Amia – of course, Amia was just a completely realistic phantom – the product of the Demon King's emotional projection onto his spiritual world.

Amia's body behind Lan Feng was a little unstable—sometimes rippled like a stream of water, and sometimes it was as brittle as broken glass.

"So... You must have seen everything I remembered before, right

?" he smiled and asked

, "Do you think what I did was right?" Although

he has long been unconcerned about the judgment of others, he still does not mind collecting the opinions of some people he approves of,

but he

will not change.

"I... I..."

Amia was a little difficult to speak, she understood the antecedents, and the consequences, this was just a small part of Lan Keper's previous life, Lan Feng's life.

It is also the sharpest part.

"I... There's no way to judge whether you're right or wrong.

Amia took a deep breath before saying to Lan Feng,

"But I understand... You who made this decision... At that time, it was more painful and entangled than anyone else, but to be able to make that decision in a short time..."

Really, really, remarkably... Rankopelle... No, sir... Mr. Lan Feng.

Lan Feng just smiled and said, "

Yes, after all, I didn't have any source stone skills at that time, if I became a blood demon in Sakaz at that time, I would like to use the developed skills to save everyone."

Amia spoke with some curiosity:

"You... Become a blood demon in Sakaz?"

I see that most people in this world are... Can't tell the race..."

Lan Feng laughed, and generously admitted simply:

"Actually, Amia, I don't think there is anything to hide until now, in fact, I came from a different world and entered this continent called Terra.

"So I'm actually... Not a person from this world.

Seeing that Amia's expression became extremely shocked, Lan Feng pulled out a chair from the side for Amia to sit down and said,

"Just please keep it secret for me, Amia."

Amia slowed down, her eyes became serious, nodded vigorously, and asked:

"Are you... People from another world?"

Lan Koper nodded and said

, "Yes, as you can see, there are no source stones here,

and there are no source stone skills.

Amia asked in surprise,

"No... The world of source stones?"

Lan Feng nodded and said, "

Yes, there is no source stone, an energy substance that is widely used in the Terra continent.

"The energy of this world is vast and complex, from the most basic and cheap and easily available electricity, to wind energy, light energy, thermal energy, nuclear energy, and even theoretical antimatter annihilation for energy production..." Although

Amia did not understand the nuclear energy and antimatter annihilation behind, she still asked expectantly:

"Here... No ore disease?"

Rankopel shook his head and said,

"No.

"Even natural disasters are rare, and there are a series of corresponding treatment measures. "

To deal with earthquakes, we have seismometers; to deal with storms, we have windscreens; to deal with floods, we have levees and drainage systems; to deal with meteorites, we have infrared surface-to-air missiles."

"There are no moving city-states, our cities are contiguous, the wilderness is mostly greened by our trees, the ocean is being explored, and we have even set foot in a small corner of the starry sky."

Hearing this, Amia's phantom smiled happily - Lan Feng had not seen such a smile for too long, only to hear her say to herself:

"That must be a very beautiful world, Mr. Lan Feng. "

[Beautiful...

Lan Feng inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

Some people in the real world, once born, have to carry a huge burden, bear expectations far beyond their ability, and finally be crushed, numb, and become a disheartened puppet.

Before he was first discovered to have a talent for medicine, he actually wanted to be a pianist because Lan Feng was interested in piano playing - but he soon gave up after trying to do a simulated realistic work.

Because no interest can withstand oppression – and even becomes something more painful after pressing.

Some people in the Terra continent are born with good assets, the best education, the best spouses, and are free from the constraints of the law and live a free life.

The continent of Terra is actually no different from the real world, and the shackles of inequality are always suspended above the sky.

Those at the top of the inequality are desperately fortifying the barriers, while those at the bottom are desperately pounding the barriers – and once the balance is completely broken, it will be a revolutionary struggle.

Whether it is the continent of Terra or the real world, with ubiquitous class oppression, capital control and even ideological blockade, war and conflict can never be avoided.

After all, human beings have never changed, and so has human nature.

And the world has limited resources at its disposal and output, and in order to fight for it, human beings can turn into the most terrifying beasts at any time to tear and bite everything that stands in their way.

Although his past life years are only more than twenty years old, he has seen too much.

But after all, many people are just ordinary people, and they are happy to show their ancient road without infringing on their fundamental interests.

There are also a few people, like Margaret Linguang, like the blazing sun, who are mighty and righteous, tenacious, self-denying and even daring to sacrifice themselves.

If you describe a world as good or ugly... It is too biased, not to mention the perception of this world, everyone has different origins and circumstances.

So in the end, Lan Feng did not say anything to answer Amia's question, but only bowed his head slightly, as if to show acquiescence - he was even a little reluctant to meet Amia's clear eyes.

“...... Let's play an ensemble, Amia, I have a violin here.

Lan Feng just stood up in the end.

Snap.

He picked up the violin reclining next to the piano – this violin is mostly used for collection and ornamentation, but the quality is master-made.

"The space collapsed immediately, so before that, just make a tune.

Amia gently took the violin handed over by Lan Feng and said, "

Mr. Lan Feng...

Lan Feng nodded and replied

, "Yes, I know the piano,

but it's just a hobby—but I'm still serious about it."

Then, Lan Feng turned around, sat down in front of the piano again, put his fingers on the black and white keys, and said to Amia:

"I like music very much, this is a magical magic, something that can strike the heart.

Amia put the strings on just as seriously:

"Well, that's what I thought!"

I won't have complicated songs...Is "Little Star" okay?" Lan

Feng laughed and replied sideways:

"Of course, Amia, relax, just as a farewell to my last bit in the past."

Then he stretched his fingers, and his eyes began to sharpen and seriously:

"Before the space collapses here, come to the last song, my own score."

"Titled..."

"The Unfinished Nocturne." "