[Overwatch fan] Your devout soul

When Reyes said with a serious face that they had to go back to Overwatch, the four o'clock sunlight was slanting on the hotel floor, coating everything with a soft golden layer.

This scene is like something out of a movie about heroes.When the protagonist decides to give up everything and do what he thinks must be done, the bloody setting sun that has not changed since ancient times has the meaning of existence at this moment.

Morrison didn't answer right away.He just sat next to Reyes, staring out the window into the sunlight.

He wondered if the empty feeling in his heart at this moment should be called regret.But when Reyes asked him slowly but firmly, he knew he couldn't refuse him.

He told how he fell from the sky and saw everything reduced to ashes;

He said that he sewed up the wound on his face in front of the mirror, but he couldn't sew up his own heart;

He talked about his lonely wandering and his unscrupulous pursuit of the truth;

He talked about his loss of control in Lijiang Tower, and never heard any news related to Overwatch since then.

He did not know how long he had been speaking.He just kept staring in the direction of the sun, and when he realized that he was silently praying for time to stop and never have the rotation of the sun and the moon, his story had come to an end.

Morrison trembled slightly, like a clump of pine leaves on a snow-capped mountain, shaking off the frost and snow accumulated over the years.

He turned around and saw Reyes' eyes.Reyes' eyes were very calm, as if they were just two ordinary old people, sitting in the home where they had lived all their lives.The afternoon sun was just right, and the warmth was suitable. They sat side by side and listened to one of them reading, and the article had just come to an end.

For a moment he felt heartache.It was a slow dull ache that deepened as the most beautiful sunlight faded rapidly.

It was at this time that Reyes said that sentence.

"We have to go back, Jack. Overwatch is reuniting, and those who survive, they have a right to know the truth."

Morrison nodded slightly, but just sat there without moving.

They are all ready to go, each wearing the clothes when they came.The smell of dust, blood and burning covered the smell of clean soap, and ChiLuo's embrace and indulgent XingAi before were like an unreal dream——

Like Jack Morrison's whole life.

He didn't want to touch the weapon thrown on the floor.He stared at the dust floating in the air slowly falling on the worn-out gun handle, looking forward to sitting like this for a thousand years, watching the dust bury it.He used to really like going to the front line, and since he became a commander, every time he wished to assign the most dangerous tasks to himself.He once said with a smile that he liked the smell of pulse ammunition best in the early morning. At that time, he was young and flamboyant, and he never thought that one day he would grow old in this way.

He is no longer the Commander of Overwatch, and he will never return to that position even if he is reunited with his old friends.

It was he who killed them.This is the truth behind the destruction of Overwatch.

Reyes' dual shotgun sits next to his Buqiang.The sight of them next to each other sent a ripple of comfort through Morrison's bitterness.But then he felt Reyes standing up.He watched as Reyes walked over, picked up his weapons from the floor, and holstered them calmly.

He raised his head blankly, watching Reyes approach step by step.Reyes, who was fully armed, even put on the finger cots with sharp blades, except that he didn't wear the mask that concealed his face.So he saw the blue light of the record flashing on the glasses of "Mote Motes of Time" again, and also saw the lonely and sad eyes of Reyes behind the glasses.

Morrison suddenly thought of himself when he finally found out the truth.

The explosion broke his arm.He couldn't escape the strict security check with such a serious injury, so he could only stay in China for three full months during the rainy season, waiting for the wound to recover.

It rained every day in those days.Whether he was awake or asleep, the drizzling sound never stopped.His clothes were always damp, and his arms ached.He could only curl up desperately, trying to paralyze his brain by tightening his muscles.Some nights, when he hugged himself in pain, he often thought of Reyes.

Where no one saw, he used to cry like a child.Nothing changed after crying, and it did not lessen his pain.He was struggling like that at the bottom of hell, and he once thought of death.

But he was so scared.If Reyes went to heaven like his name, how can he reunite with him in hell?

All the emotions he had ever had, at this moment, were clearly written in Reyes' eyes.The joy of reunion briefly diluted the pain, but they all knew that it would never truly disappear.As long as they are still alive, they must bear the weight of self-blame and sorrow, the ideals and pride that have disappeared, and the weight of all the lives that died in that protracted war.

Because they choose to be heroes.This is the price of heroes.

"You're right." Morrison coughed hoarsely twice, stood up and stretched his already stiff legs, and picked up Pulse Buqiang again. "My mobile terminal was thrown into the Mediterranean Sea, and I didn't receive the signal from Winston. You said you met Oxton before? Did she tell you the specific location?"

"They are in Gibraltar. If I remember correctly, there is a monitoring station of ours in the cracks in the rocks. It took a lot of effort to build it back then, and now it seems that the money was not wasted."

Morrison recalled for a moment and determined the approximate location in his memory.

"We're going to go to Cuba from here. If we're lucky, we might be able to run into a less stringent search ship. When we sail to Africa, we have to get off early, go to Sicily, and then transfer to Spain..."

Hearing his route plan, Reyes chuckled.

"It's been too long, Jack. We'll just fly straight to Spain and then follow the road from the nearest city to the monitoring station."

"Neither of us is likely to pass the airline's verification of identity." Morrison said helplessly, "I don't even have a decent passport..."

"Then find an airline that doesn't require a passport, like a privately run one," Reyes said lightly. "They'll take you anywhere as long as you can afford it. Of course, they're always too expensive." Curious, so we'll still have to walk a bit on our own, hope you don't mind."

"When we were together, it hurt you to go out for a good meal once in a while. Now you are living more and more like a rich man?" Morrison cheered up and joked with Reyes.He didn't want Reyes to see what he was thinking, but when he caught a glimpse of Reyes' expression out of the corner of his eye, he felt that he couldn't hide in front of those dark eyes.

An unbearable pain surged from his chest.He turned hastily and walked towards the door of the room.

Reyes took his hand from behind.

"Jack, don't be afraid," he said.

"In the future, you will never be alone again. Whether it is life or death, we will face it together. Even if it is hell waiting ahead, I will go in with you."

In the empty hotel room, only the warm afterglow of the setting sun and Reyes' voice filled the room.He listened to every word, they dilute the pain along his chest, and fell heavily to his lower abdomen, bringing him a touch of warmth.

Morrison sniffed lightly.He didn't say anything, just held Reyes' hand tightly.

The Strait where Gibraltar is located was once a very important geographical location in human history.But just like the heroes of the past have long since lost their glory, when the sea level rises and the surrounding large towns are submerged, the strait has become a vast ocean, and the only thing left that can remind people of the name Gibraltar is once Landmark of a giant rock.

As a global peacekeeping organization, Overwatch is also investigating what caused the inundation.They built a monitoring station among the rocks, and later expanded it into a rocket launch site.But since Overwatch was banned, this well-established monitoring station has been abandoned, and no one mentions its existence.

Morrison drove an old pickup truck on the winding mountain road unhurriedly, with the bored Reyes sitting in the co-pilot.From time to time, they can see some traces of the past: a few advertising walls printed with the Overwatch logo, the ruts left by some military delivery vehicles, and occasionally a supply depot that has long been overgrown with barren weeds.

He had expected to see something else, something he had seen so often as he walked the world over the years.

After the United Nations promulgated the PETRS decree, there was a wave of anti-Overwatch all over the world.Slogans and spray paint quickly occupied the streets and alleys of many cities. The words "Boycott Overwatch" covered the former hero posters, and also covered the young people's admiration for heroes.

He has seen young people under the banner of anti-overwatch beat up helpless veterans with iron bars; he has also seen shop owners who have donated bread to overwatch strongholds for free to hang up "Former overwatch members are not allowed to fight back." Enter" wooden sign.Overwatch has become a plague that everyone can't avoid, and overnight, it seems that all human beings are eager to erase their traces from the earth they have lived together.

But on this quiet road, all they could see on the Overwatch signs on both sides of the road were the stains of peeling wood paint.

This car was bought by them.They had only intended to rent a car and return it later when they had time, at least when they first got off the plane.In order not to attract attention, they also changed into some ordinary clothes and put all their equipment in their carry-on luggage bags.

Reyes picked the pickup because of its familiar shape in the area.The owner of the parking lot thought they were here for tourism, and enthusiastically asked them about the destination they wanted to go to and asked if they needed a guide. In order to shut him up, Reyes simply stuffed a few hundred dollars more into his hand and bought it down.

So, everything became what it is now.Morrison was pulling on the collar of his ill-fitting shirt all the way, and finally changed back to his original clothes after driving more than ten kilometers.Reyes laughed at him for gaining weight, and poked him in the stomach maliciously.They got into a fight in the car and almost drove the car into a ravine.

But that was all hours ago, before it was dark.On the Mediterranean coast in this season, the sun is always shining during the day, but when the sun sets at night, the temperature in the air will cool down quickly.Morrison is wearing a jacket, which can barely withstand the cold wind.But Reyes sneezed a few times and seemed to be lackluster.

"Put on your overcoat," said Morrison. "Although it's a little ugly, it will keep you out of the wind."

"Like how nice that jacket of yours looks." Reyes smiled, but kept his eyes closed.

After a while, Morrison asked again: "Where are your clothes?"

"In the trunk, with the gun." Reyes sounded like he was falling asleep. "I'm too lazy to take it, and it's not that cold."

They drove on for a few more hours.At first, Morrison planned to find some music to listen to, but it didn't take long for him to find that there was no decent network signal in this area, and the only stations he could find were some radio programs.He couldn't understand Spanish, but Reyes quickly turned off the station.

"They're blaming the Nordic countries for doing nothing about rising sea levels in the Mediterranean," Reyes said. "They're saying the world is getting worse and needs new heroes."

Morrison didn't answer.After a while, he rummaged through the drawers in the overturned car to see if he could find a few CDs left by the previous owner, but found nothing.

Reyes was already leaning back in the seat and snoring lightly.He looked exhausted, and Morrison slowly slowed the car, not wanting to wake him up.There is still a distance from here to the monitoring station in Gibraltar, and it is conservatively estimated that they will have to drive for another day, but they are already so close, it is not bad for a few hours of delay.

After turning a sharp bend and driving another five kilometers, Morrison saw a roadside transfer station.

During the heyday of Overwatch, it was a very important stronghold.From time to time, there are large vehicles full of rocket fuel running on this winding mountain road. Therefore, many transfer stations have been gradually established on both sides of the road for long-distance drivers to rest or refuel.He parked slowly along the side of the road, put on the handbrake, left Reyes in the car, and got out.

The sign board of the transfer station is dark.This place has long been abandoned, and even the faucet at the door can't get water out.He reached out and pushed the vine-like plants in front of the broken door, and tried to push the door.

The door was unlocked, but the room was empty.With all the air conditioners and freezers gone, it looked like he couldn't hope to find any decent supplies here.

He walked around the house a few more times, silently memorizing where the vents and the back door were.There is also a small warehouse behind the hall. When there were counters selling snacks and medicines here in the past, they always needed a warehouse to store goods.He picked the lock of the warehouse without too much effort, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were still boxes of compressed nutritional biscuits, mineral water and aspirin on the shelves inside.

Those are the three things an Overwatch fighter needs to conquer the world, he thought silently.Oh, and maybe another pulse.

They ate a few burgers on the plane and bought a bottle of chocolate jelly beans when they got off the plane, but none of these things really filled their stomachs.Morrison grabbed two biscuits and a bottle of water, tearing the wrapper off one as he walked back to the car.He took a bite, and his mouth was instantly filled with the familiar aroma.

This is a biscuit that Zhou Meiling, a famous Chinese scientist in Overwatch, once participated in the development of. It is not only nutritious, but also tastes great. It can even be brewed with water to make delicious porridge for the wounded.He felt that he was really lucky.

"Hey Gabby, guess what I found?"

He knocked on the passenger window, but Reyes didn't wake up.His forehead was pressed against the car window, and he was sleeping so deeply, looking gentle and quiet.

Morrison finished the biscuit and stuffed the other into his pocket.He planned to wait for Reyes to wake up before showing him the surprise.

He unloaded their luggage from the trunk.There was a lot of open space in the house, so he chose a place near the back door and spread a marching blanket on the ground.This location is relatively hidden, invisible from the windows and the main entrance, and at the same time, it is close to the second exit in the room, which is convenient for them to escape in case of any accident.

Although there should not be much risk in this wilderness, Morrison dare not take it lightly.

When everything was ready, he got back into the car, turned off the ignition, removed the key, and shook Reyes awake.

"Gabi, get out of the car. We'll stay here overnight and start tomorrow morning."

"Hmm. Hmm." Reyes agreed in a daze, and walked into the transfer station with him.He walked drowsily, almost hitting the broken door, and Morrison pulled him back with quick eyes and hands.

"Why don't you look at the road..." As soon as the words fell, Reyes' body fell into his arms due to the inertia of the pull.Morrison caught it habitually, but then felt something was wrong.

He and Reyes had slept in each other's arms when they were at the hotel.He knew the temperature of Reyes' body, and at this moment, Reyes' entire head was exuding a higher-than-normal heat.He laid Reyes down on the blanket and laid him down, undressed him, and touched his body.

That pale body was still as cold as ever.It was as if a fire was burning in Reyes' brain, while his body was lying in the ice and snow.

"Gabby," he tried to wake Reyes again, but that didn't work.He guessed that Reyes' condition should have deteriorated again, but fortunately, he was only in a coma this time, and he was by his side.

He covered Reyes with all the heavy clothing he could find, except for the ill-fitting canvas shirt he had over his T-shirt.He took two aspirins from the medicine cabinet, took a sip of water, and fed Reyes the pills mouth to mouth.

The moonlight outside was so bright that it shone on the tile floor and reflected into his eyes.So he leaned his back against the wall and bowed his head, hugged the pulse gun in his arms, and waited quietly for the long night to pass.

"You'll be fine," he murmured, reaching out a hand and gently stroking Reyes' hot forehead.

"Hold on a little longer, Gabby. Wait until tomorrow, and we'll be home."

When it was just dawn, Morrison heard a few distant birdsong.There are a lot of birds in this mountain area, and after a while, it becomes a jubilant momentum.He was looking at the sky that was gradually turning white, and at this moment, Reyes woke up.

"Jack?" Before he even opened his eyes, he reached out to touch the people around him.Morrison patted him, shook his palm briefly, and tested the temperature of his forehead.Unsurprisingly, Reyes' heat has faded.

"You're awake." There was a faint smile in Morrison's voice, "How did you sleep?"

"You haven't slept all night?" Reyes looked at him and asked softly.

"Somebody's gotta watch," Morrison said. "Don't worry, it's all right."

"Where are we?" Reyes sat up, looking around blankly, "Have we arrived at the monitoring station? This place is useless, did that orangutan sell all the equipment for peanut butter? "

"This is just a transfer station on the side of the road. The monitoring station is still far away. We are ready to go now. It will be good if we can arrive at night." He said with a smile, and then thought of those cookies. "By the way, Gabby. You'd never guess what I found in the warehouse."

Reyes stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for his next words.

Morrison touched his trouser pocket and changed his mind temporarily.

"Why don't you go and see for yourself?" He pointed to the door of the warehouse, "I promise to give you a surprise. In this way, you go find something to eat for yourself, and pack your luggage by the way. I'll go to refuel the car and wait I'll come back to find you, and we'll set off."

He stood up and walked out the door.He heard Reyes open the warehouse door, and he couldn't help smiling at the look on Reyes' face when he saw the boxes.

In the trunk was the gasoline they had bought for the trip.He picked up a bucket, opened the fuel tank cap, and poured gasoline into it.There was enough gasoline to get them through today's journey, and he poured it all out before throwing the barrel to the side of the road.He sat in the driving seat and fired the engine.The engine roared to his satisfaction, and he felt that he, like the car, was full of energy.

"Are you done, Gabi?" he yelled, "Bring up the luggage, just take part of the food and water, and leave the rest here, maybe someone will need it in the future."

He waited for a while, but no one responded.

"Gabby?" He stuck his head out the car window and called into the house, "Did you hear me?"

He heard an echo from inside the room, but no reply from Reyes.The sudden silence made him suddenly feel uneasy, he jumped out of the car, turned around and ran towards the transfer station.

The luggage and clothes on the ground were still in their original positions, and even the blankets hadn't been moved.The place was empty, he rushed to the door of the storage room and opened the door - the storage room was still the same as when he came yesterday, it had not been touched by anyone, and there was no sign of Reyes.

"Gabi!?" He exited from the warehouse and shouted involuntarily: "Gabi!!?"

After three seconds of silence, his eyes fixed on the open back door.

He rushed out the back door.There were no traces of people around, and it didn't look like there was any threat from outside.However, there was a shallow shoe print on a bush not far from him. He squatted down and recognized that it was the trace of Reyes' metal combat boots.

Maybe Reyes just wanted to get out and take a look around.Morrison thought so, but he just felt flustered.He really couldn't figure out why Reyes disappeared when he just filled up the car with gas.They were already so close to Overwatch's monitoring station, but at this moment, his way forward was at a loss.

They have only been apart for about 10 minutes since waking up in the morning.With this amount of effort, Reyes can only walk on foot, so he must not be able to go very far.With this in mind, Morrison forced his weak legs to stand up again, and then ran crazily along the road coming out of the back door.He looked at all the plants and trees around him, not allowing himself to let go of any suspicious clues.

"Gabi!! Ga-bu-ri-er!!"

His voice startled the birds in the distance.If an enemy really followed them here, he might have been decapitated by now.

Morrison simply has no time to take care of these.He didn't know how long he ran, he searched almost all possible places nearby, but he still couldn't find Reyes.His throat was burning with yelling, his voice was hoarse, and there was a sweet smell in his throat, as if he was about to bleed.But apart from the occasional birdsong, no one answered him.

His throat was clogged badly, as if someone had stuffed a heavy lead block into it.Or maybe it was his heart that was stuffed in, because he felt that there was only a hole left in his heart.Regret poured in overwhelmingly, he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't let the tears come out.His vision couldn't be blurred, he couldn't let anything stop him from finding Reyes.

There seemed to be something on the edge of the road not far ahead.Some things seem to be different from when he came.

He walked over subconsciously, and saw a few familiar footprints within a few steps.The soil near the roadside was relatively soft, and those footprints were so new that it could be clearly identified that they belonged to Reyes.

There was a throbbing in Morrison's heart. He walked a few steps and came to the vicinity of the cliff.

On the winding mountain road here, there are luminous guardrails on both sides of the road to prevent vehicles from sliding down the hillside at night.When they came here last night, the guardrails were still intact.But at this time, a guardrail was smashed open obliquely, leaving a gap as wide as a person, as if someone was in a panic and accidentally bumped into the guardrail, breaking the rusted metal horizontal pieces that had been in disrepair for a long time .

The barbed edge of the guardrail was scratched, and there were still dark red marks on it.Morrison reached over and twitched lightly.The coagulated blood spread across his fingertips, the blood was still very fresh, it was left not long ago.

He took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the broken guardrail.

The wind from the valley lifted his shirt.At his feet stood a steep rock wall, the bottom of which could not be seen at a glance, only the yellow rocks could be seen vaguely.

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