What? Ultraman is lifelong?

"What should we do? If you want us to find Mr. Castor and Mr. Keigo Masaki and send a message to you, what should we do?"

Zongfang looked up at the sky of the ruins. As the vice-captain and commander of the victory team, he knew he had to stand up.

"You don't have to do anything. As long as Castor is still alive, this place will lead to the world he lives in." The old voice said, "But before that, you must go through some choices, some painful experiences. choose."

"Why, if you are so anxious, why are you doing these things?"

"Because that is not what I decided. It is the only way to become light. Castor helped you obtain the light through some tricky means. You are indeed worthy of the light, but you are still a little bit short."

"What else are we missing?!" Xincheng yelled dissatisfiedly to the sky, "What are we missing?"

Everyone in the victory team waited for a long time, but the old voice did not appear again.

Everyone stood there a little at a loss. No one knew what was waiting for them next. However, everyone in the victory team did not know that this was this ruin. Every capable person had never known in advance that they would meet. to what,

The wind blew from nowhere, and there was the rustling of leaves all around. No one knew at which second everything changed, but when the rustling wind stopped in their ears, everyone knew why the old man The voice wants to use the word choice to describe everything that follows.

Xincheng didn't know what he still lacked, but he knew that he had to find his friends. But the problem now was that he didn't know where he was. Taking a deep breath, the rationality of being an elite finally made him calm down. After landing, he looked around and suddenly found that this place seemed familiar.

Even the 'big boss' in Xincheng's victory team recognized that this was a laboratory, and it seemed to be a laboratory in a university. Although this laboratory was definitely not backward, it was different from those in TPC. Compared with the equipment, the laboratory here obviously has a "childish" feel,

This is not a gap in level, but a gap in temperament.

Looking around, Xincheng was suddenly stunned because he found something that made him feel very absurd. It was a duty schedule. To be precise, it was more similar to the schedule of students on duty. The numbers on the schedule There are not many people, but there are three people who are always grouped together: Sanada Ryosuke, Sayaka and Horii.

These names are not unfamiliar to Xincheng's mind. It seems to have been a long time ago, but in fact it was just more than a year ago. The Victory Team had dealt with these people. It was about a type of cell called Aibolong. incident, it was the eve of the great upheaval, and it was one of the first few actions of the Victory team.

Shinjo walked forward and flipped through the duty list. There were many blank pages at the back. Just counting the time, he knew that Horii and the others still had a long, long time before graduation. With this thought, he began to look at the experiment again. The things on the stage, and this time, he discovered many things that he had not discovered when he just observed,

There are three chairs in the laboratory that are different. They are placed in a row against the wall, and behind the chairs are three white coats. They are the only three in the entire laboratory that are qualified to be hung directly on the wall. Xincheng didn't know what it meant, and he had never heard of such a tradition in the scientific community, but he could tell that among the three white coats, the middle one belonged to Horii.

A smile appeared on Xincheng's face unconsciously. It was a white coat that was one size or more larger than others. What also proved this was that the chair under the white coat was obviously larger than the two surrounding ones. This chair has to bear more. The back of this chair seems to be too far to support it.

In the victory team, he and Horii were the ones with the highest chair damage rate. Shinjo walked to the chair silently, smiling like this with inexplicable memories. Although they were both the ones with the highest chair damage rate, he and Horii had the highest chair damage rate. Horii is different. He moves too much and bumps into chairs from time to time. But Horii is different. That guy is simply fat.

"How about it? I told you that when I was studying, I had a very high status, right?" A familiar voice sounded in Xincheng's ears. He turned around and saw Horii, who was not a student, but wearing the victory team. Horii in uniform.

Horii shrugged, looked at Shinjo with a hint of curiosity, and then suddenly pointed proudly at himself, then at the chair and white coat in position C, and then said, "I was already an elite when I was a student. The elite among them.”

"I can see that this is your conscious world. The question is, do you actually have your own consciousness?" Everything attracts you, and then you fall into it, and I am here to save you as a hero.”

"Maybe it's like this for other people. Just like what the old man said, what do we have to go through? The choice is right?" Horii walked to Xincheng's side and thought for a while, but did not sit on his chair. , but sat on Sanada Ryosuke's chair, "But Ryosuke is dead. Maybe because of Casto, that guy is still alive in other universes, but for this world, Ryosuke is dead."

"Horii." Shinjo looked at Horii, he knew what Ryosuke meant to Horii.

Just as Feng Ma said before when facing Da Gu's anger, it is possible for human beings to undergo major changes in their life due to some major blows. This change can be good or bad. You can choose to keep everything human, or you can completely give up everything human.

No one knows what all this will bring, not even the parties involved.

When Xincheng saw Horii appear here, he understood that the fat man in front of him, who joked with him every day, was much stronger than he looked. Unlike him, although Horii had many friends like him, he really They could be considered like-minded friends, they could be considered friends who grew up along the way, they could be considered friends who competed with each other and made progress, Horii may no longer be there.

Looking at everything around him, Xincheng understood that the pride of the two schools that had walked out of this laboratory now only had one left, and the other one had become a 'burden' that no one was willing to mention.

Shinjo pulled out the chair belonging to Horii, and then sat opposite Horii, facing Horii and the three white coats behind Horii. Shinjo understood that although Horii did not show that kind of Sad, but the emergence of this world shows that this is the place where he can't let go the most.

"What are you doing? Don't look at me with that look. I won't stay here." Horii had a smile on his fat face. He patted the chair under his butt and took a deep breath. It seemed that he had already He made a choice, but suddenly there was a trace of fatigue on his face, as if he had just made a choice that exhausted his energy.

"I know that deep down in my heart, not saving Liangsuke is the pain of my life. I think this is my dereliction of duty as a friend. If I could detect his changes earlier, if I could care more about him, then Everything will be different.”