star hunter

Su Xian had many, many dreams.

The time span is very large, from childhood to adulthood, so those people and things in memory also come out in turn to go through the motions like a revolving lantern.

Most people are stingy, come in a hurry, leave in a hurry, and there are only a few who stay for a while.

Su Xian felt that his life was coming to an end, otherwise he would not have such a dream.

He was alone in the dream world, and the passers-by around him came and went, but he felt unprecedentedly lonely and helpless.

Because he knew that those were all illusory phantoms, and when he died, he would become a part of them, becoming...someone's mirror image.

When that person has lived his life and is very old, he will probably think of himself in this way.

Su Xian laughed.

That doesn't seem too bad.

But the relief on the surface can't cover up the Qi Ran in his heart.

After all, he was still somewhat unwilling.

Why?Why can't you let go?It's done once and for all, isn't it?

He stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. At this moment, the dense crowd began to dissipate like a mirage, and finally, only one figure was left staring at him from a distance.

He was still the same as when we first met, but he no longer had the vigor of the past. He covered his right eye with one hand, and his face was full of sadness.

He is not the only one who can't let go.

No, no, the so-called one-hundred-thousand-year-old is not a real let go, but just a form of escape.

He also didn't want to leave with regret and remorse, he wanted to tell him everything hidden in his heart, he couldn't let him spend the rest of his life in self-blame and pain.

He must see him again.

Su Xian's heart trembled suddenly, and his eyes suddenly brightened up, like a new sprout that finally broke through the ground and saw the first light of the sky after a winter's sleep; it also seemed to be lost in the vast sea, and re-encountered the lighthouse ship after countless times of riding the wind and waves; He is also a traveler who is full of mountains and rivers, travels to the end, and finally finds the willows and flowers.

He has no retreat, nor does he want to retreat.

When he opened his eyes, Zheng Fei, who was the only one guarding him, had fallen asleep lying on the low cabinet. Su Xian glanced at him, and finally his eyes fell on the woman standing quietly beside the hospital bed.

He didn't speak, just stared at her deeply, he was waiting for her to speak.

"It's not peaceful outside, do you know?" Zong Yuanqi said with a smile. Her voice was sweet and soft, but she didn't deliberately lower it, because there was almost no one outside at this time. Will be easily woken up.

"The alien species in the east city has been completely flooded, and the nightmare is recurring. The citizens are in extreme fear, and they can't hide. But after the food stored by each family is exhausted, the panic deepens. After several days of starvation, They finally couldn't bear it anymore and went out to look for food, but when they went out, they became the rations of the alien species instead. As a result, the remaining people naturally have a lot of opinions on the Management Bureau."

When Zong Yuanqi said this, he paused for a moment, seeing that Su Xian was still expressionless, he smiled sweetly and continued talking.

"However, another incident happened today, and people's dissatisfaction with the Management Bureau has reached a boiling point... At this moment, outside the door of the Management Bureau, there are already three floors full of families of the dead and injured. Of course, many of them are people who fish in troubled waters and want to take advantage of the opportunity. Anyway, the Management Bureau must be the place where the entire "isolated island" does not have to worry about alien attacks. They have no worries and just make endless noises. I will not give up until I get compensation.”

What happened today can only be about Zong Zhengzheng. Su Xian gave her a sharp look, and finally said, "Aren't you Zong Yuanqi?"

She smiled and didn't refute.

"who are you?"

She glanced at him tenderly, and there was some kindness in her eyes, which made Su Xian feel hairy all over, and she sighed softly: "When you were young, you liked to eat white sugar cakes from the old street in the east of the city. Come to see you, I should bring you some. It’s just that it’s a mess now, and that shop has long been closed.”

Su Xian suddenly had a creepy feeling, knowing that there were not many people who liked white sugar cakes when he was young, strictly speaking, there were only two women.

His mother, and his mother's close friend, Zhu Ci.

Su Xian recalled that Zhu Ci often visited when he was a child, and he would bring all kinds of snacks with him every time, among which sugar cake was indispensable, because he liked it.

Because of this, he also likes Aunt Zhu very much.

But she obviously died long ago.

Su Xian stared at the woman beside the bed without showing much consternation. After all, the "isolated island" is an absurd place, and any weird things may happen.

I also know what method this woman used to change her body.

And he finally understood why "Zong Yuanqi" was able to put Zong Zhengze to death without blinking an eye, and even let him bear the stigma after his death.

He looked at each other coldly: "What else do you want?"

Zong Yuanqi, no, it should be Zhu Ci. She smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing Su Xian's pale cheek with her fingertips, ignoring the disgust in his eyes, and did not answer his question directly, but continued to talk about the outside world. precarious.

"You are so smart, you should be able to guess that the troubles of the Management Bureau are not easy. That's right, at the beginning, the anger of those citizens who were dying of hunger was directed at the Management Bureau. After all, all the supplies are in their hands. Facing the anger of the crowd, the Comprehensive Management Bureau is under a lot of pressure, but it is not willing to just hand over all the cards in its hand, so it came up with a way to bring disaster to the east." Zhu Ci Shaking his head and laughing, "I don't want the director of the Bureau of Administration to make a big mess, and just handed a pillow to the sleepy person-so people's attention was quickly shifted to the cruel and tyrannical director of the Bureau of Administration."

Zhu Ci looked at him with pity: "Do you know why no one came to see you? Because the entire Administration Bureau is in a state of distress, and no one can get out of it."

Su Xian's eyes were as deep as water, and after a while, he suddenly laughed: "I want to say something else, let's say it together."

Zhu Ci's eyes were full of admiration: "Your temperament is exactly the same as your mother."

Su Xian had a sneer on his face: "Shouldn't you come to reminisce about the past with me today?"

Zhu Ci smiled slightly, as if she didn't take his rudeness to heart, her gaze moved away from his face and landed elsewhere, becoming a little erratic.

"Then you should also understand that at such a time, no one can take care of Zhong Yuncong."

Su Xian's breath stagnates.

He had guessed a long time ago that the Comprehensive Management Bureau took Zhong Yuncong away for one purpose, which was to pry out the location of the arsenal from him.

But what if he knows everything?There was still nothing he could do but watch helplessly as he was taken away.

Su Xian closed his eyes and tried his best to calm down his turbulent mood. After taking a deep breath, he asked lightly: "So, do you have a way?"

The corners of Zhu Ci's lips rose slightly, and she slowly raised her hand, holding a syringe between her plain fingers.

The liquid in the needle tube glows ice blue under the cold light of the fluorescent lamp, mysterious and dangerous.

Su Xian understood.

This is "breaking the cocoon".

Zhu Ci observed his expression carefully, knowing that nothing could be hidden from him.

Really smart kid.

So she didn't say much, just asked with a smile: "Do you want it?"

Su Xian stared at "Broken Cocoon" intently, his face was calm, but his heart was overwhelmed.

During this period of time, she hid behind the scenes and turned the rain and clouds, and Zhong Yuncong's current situation could not do without her handwriting.

But now she has changed her mind, offering "Broken Cocoon" with both hands, she must have a plan.

And he also knows what "breaking the cocoon" will make him into.

Zong Zheng is the best example.

But all the risks and costs are not worth mentioning in front of Zhong Yuncong's life.

He closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "You said so much, do you want me to drink poison to quench my thirst?"

Zhu Ci Qingwan's brows gradually condensed, and an unpredictable light appeared in her pupils: "You can also choose not to drink."

Su Xian never understood Zong Zhengze, didn't understand why it was □□, but still swallowed it without hesitation, until now, he realized his state of mind at that time.

In fact, they have no second choice at all.

His wrist flipped slightly, revealing the blue veins beneath his pale skin.

"bring it on."

>>>

When Zheng Fei was sleeping in a daze, he suddenly heard footsteps passing by. He was startled, opened his eyes hastily, and found that it was Su Xian.

He smiled at him and motioned him to continue sleeping.

Zheng Fei let go of his hanging heart, and An An closed his eyes with peace of mind. The drowsiness was causing him trouble, and he was soon surrounded by drowsiness again.

But after a while, he opened his eyes again, and his back was covered with cold sweat—Team Leader Su was obviously dying and couldn't move at all, so how could he move freely again just now?

Just when he suspected that he was dreaming, he raised his head to look at the hospital bed, but found that there was nothing there.

He got up in panic and looked around, Su Xian had long since disappeared, only two open windows, the curtains were shaken by the night wind.

>>>

In the dead of night, the headquarters of the picket team was completely silent, with only a few spots of light shining through some windows.

The two pickets in charge of the night were huddled in the sentry box, both drowsy, their jaws dozing off little by little, and the tea in the enamel cups in their hands was already completely cold.

The sentry box has been in disrepair for a long time, the door is a little faulty, and it is not closed tightly.

One of them bumped the other with his elbow, urging vaguely: "Go and close the door, buddies' noses are about to flow..."

The other person was disturbed by his dream, and he was very angry: "Damn, who are you to order me around?!"

"I'm fucking your grandma! Are you itchy?!"

Just when a small-scale conflict was about to break out, the wind picked up violently without warning, and with a "bang bang", the creaking door of the sentry box was rushed open.

The two of them were startled suddenly, and the enamel cup in their hands didn't hold it firmly, and it fell directly to the ground, smashing into pieces, which was extremely harsh in the middle of the night.

They stopped arguing and complaining, and got up quickly, trying to close the door together, but they didn't want to, and there was an elongated shadow quietly under the dim streetlight.

The two pickets immediately became vigilant and loaded their guns in a hurry.

"Who... uh!"

Before the gun was loaded, a ghostly figure flew in front of him in an instant, and he was stuck in his throat with two help calls, and died in the blink of an eye.