【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

His eyes looked into the distance, and there was a faint touch of blue, like ice blue.

"Damn it, you're a coward!!" A man with short ice blue hair raised his kick and kicked down the shorter French soldier on the opposite side.

Wait, that's not a soldier. The special decoration on his shoulders and the military medals on his shoulders indicate that his status is comparable to that of the ice blue person.

His hat was a little crooked, the man stood up and took off his hat, Salaman's eyes widened, there was no panic, only surprise——

Ultramarine's hair is now ice blue, her hairstyle hasn't changed much, and she has blue eyes, the blue eyes of a pure-blood Frenchman.

He is Sandral!

"Hey! You..." He found that he couldn't make a sound.

"Ph... how long do you want to retreat? There is an ambush there, so you don't want to stop moving forward?"

The ice-blue person should have called a person's name at first, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't know what to do."

He saw the tall man withdrew his violence and put on an expression he couldn't see clearly. He stretched out his hands and straddled Sandraar's armpit, letting him stand up with strength. Then he didn't stop, but He hugged him and patted Sandral on the shoulder.

"It's okay, you haven't dealt with this kind of battle situation... I know I'm not the person in charge of this area, but now you have to hand over the power to me temporarily."

"...you could die, you can't do that."

They were facing each other, and suddenly the tall officer put his right hand on Sandraar's shoulder, turning him to look across at the cruel sparks flying.

"No, I will not."

"That's impossible…"

"I will not die,"

"I promise, I can swear it."

His eyes were of dazzling gold, and they seemed to be the familiar pupils of Cendral.

Who are these two people?

What are they...?

What kind of relationship, what kind of... existence.

"Stand in front of me like a real soldier, Pho..."

"March salute."

Two people salute at the same time, with palms together, this is a ritual, but it is not a necessary ritual.

"I will give you the highest command for 36 hours. Please connect the fate of Verdun with your own fate just like guarding Marseille."

"You must live up to your mission, Pho..."

"Victory to you,"

"Your Excellency Lysandraar."

Salaman couldn't hear the noise of the engine, not even the vibration of the car, the only thing he could hear was 'Cendral', no, it was 'Resendral'.

"You may wish for a partner, but who is watching you?"

Elshid got up and took the towel away, and put on a new dry towel. He couldn't wipe the sweat for Salaman, which would have a big impact on this mental imaging method.

Salaman found that the two had disappeared, perhaps being left behind. He looked back subconsciously, but there was still a force preventing his movement. Why couldn't he look behind?

What's behind?

He realizes he's in an unknown type of car - the rearview mirror! ! !

Dark blue eyes suddenly appeared, and a few strands of ice-blue hair messed around his cheeks.

"Wow!" He shouted out of fright, closed his eyes, subconsciously stepped on the accelerator, and high speed sometimes gave people a strange sense of security.

He opened his eyes again, there was no one in the rearview mirror, but the smell of blood did not leave his side.

Sandraar sat in the co-pilot at some point, with his eyes empty and facing forward, as if the surrounding war had nothing to do with him.

Salaman looked at the person in front of him. Ultramarine blue was ice blue, bright gold was dark blue, pale skin was pale, and blood was blood.

He thought it was Cendral, his neighbor, he asked, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Elshid watched as Salaman turned his head, his mouth opened, and he gasped.

"Who are you?" He knew that he couldn't convey the question, but he still wanted to ask.

The man turned his head, and in the sky behind him, the fighter jet's missiles set off a fiery heat wave like a boulder being thrown into the sea to create waves.

Cendral changes in the firelight, and slowly, Ultramarine is Ultramarine, Yaojin is Yaojin, Pale is Pale...

Blood is the flames of war.

He put his hand on Salaman's seat cushion, and stroked his face with the other hand. The temperature of this hand became colder and colder, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

His hand slid down and rested on his neck, as if smiling, and Salaman smiled back.

But he grabbed his neck hard, Salaman's hands were off the steering wheel, the car did not lose control, and it drove smoothly by itself, Salaman was suppressed, and his head hit the glass. He gathered his strength and kicked Sandraar away. , and then counterattacked and grabbed his neck, the opponent's hand was placed in the posture of a knife, ready to strike, Salaman freed up a hand to catch it, and held it firmly, the opponent's bones clearly looked fragile, and now it seemed that it was going to be caught It was too cruel to break it by himself, but he didn't want to stop.

He knew that if he stopped attacking the other party, he would bite himself back until he died.

"Please, stop..."

Elshid walked over, with his right hands together and slightly arched, covering Salaman's forehead, and slowly sliding down to cover his eyes.

"Okay, please open your eyes."

He seemed to have stopped breathing, opened his eyes, and panted desperately again, hurriedly unbuttoned the opening of his shirt with both hands, picked up a towel and wiped away the sweat indiscriminately.

"The person you saw just now should be your doubts and troubles."

Sandral, why did he appear in everything just now?

Does he know he can't turn back because he was there in the first place?

So was he really behind him from the start?He... is too mysterious, he can't see anything clearly.

"I would like to ask, Elshid, in all that just now, there is usually only one name for that person or those people?"

"It stands to reason that this is the case, but in the past someone's name had nicknames, abbreviations, or other nicknames."

"That's it...thank you." But he knew that the pronunciation was not a nickname or other abbreviation, it was completely different, it was definitely another name, and there was another person, whose name was spoken completely, Who is he?

"It's very late today, remember everything, or forget everything, don't leave anything behind, and continue to come here tomorrow."

"I see…"

Elshid walks Salaman to the door.

"I still find it weird because there's a vague pronunciation of the name, and I'm sure it's a different name."

"It's really not common," Elshid frowned, "then would you like to tell me another vague name?"

"Ph...Pho, maybe so, I'm not sure, there seems to be a deliberate noise, I can't make out his name."

There is a light of surprise in the eyes of the two people, but it is unknown whether the meaning is the same.

"Pho...maybe Phon, or Phoo?" Salaman gestured letters in the air, arranging various possible pronunciations.

"Phoo?" Elsheed chewed on the name.

"You said... 莩? Or something else?"

"I don't know, I just think the tone is good."

Silan Udos has fallen asleep, and his heartbeat has dropped to thirteen again. He knows that it is an alternative manifestation, and it is also a proof of being alive. It is a gift.

Envelopes were scattered beside his bed, and he put the letters in the same place after he finished reading them:

"Mr Sandrall,

There will be a drama performance in the theater at [-]pm next Wednesday. Because of your help, my play is honored to be selected as one of the scripts. I hope you can watch it with us.Reply to me at your convenience, or I will ask you directly.

Salamander Farr

Salaman walked up the steps and stood still at the door of the house. He confirmed that the neighbor had received his letter, and then he held the doorknob and closed the door.

Resandraar,

Sandral,

莩。

Salaman threw himself into the soft quilt,

He doesn't know who lives next door now.

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