[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

In the abandoned factory in the central area of ​​Meteor Street, Xinghe had just asked the little girl if she wanted to leave. The little girl was about to say no, but Xinghe's expression changed. The little girl's hand walked towards the door.

She couldn't stand because of this force, and she stumbled behind Xinghe.

"What are you doing?" the little girl asked.

"What am I willing to do, and what should I do to you."

The little girl said "You will die."

"Then let's die together."

He wanted to save her, but he must save her, life and death were not in his consideration.

The little girl gritted her teeth bitterly, "You are crazy."

"I don't," Xinghe's voice was hoarse, "I don't like your self-righteous devotion, self-righteous dedication to me, self-righteous devotion."

"In my eyes, you are all self-righteous."

"I don't like you. With you like this, whether to save or kill, stop or leave, it's up to me to decide."

She tugged on Xinghe's sleeves, "but" you will still die, these five words pressed down in her throat, pressing heavily on her heart.

Later, Selinsi's daughter was not rescued in time and passed away to the west. When Xinghe heard the news, Xinghe was dragging the little girl to escape on Meteor Street, from the central area to the outer area, running for her life on the wasteland-like garbage mountain. The people who chased them behind issued the killing order of Elder Salinsi. Elder Salinsi regretted letting the little mouse Xinghe survive, and now it was time for him to pay his life.

The girl heard Xinghe gasp and whisper in her ear, "It's all nonsense."

The whistling wind blew away the ending sound, the girl blinked, the afterglow of the setting sun was so dazzling that her eyes almost shed tears.

The overwhelming number of chasers swept across the world like a black ocean.

It swept across the galaxy, took away his limbs, and took away his head.

The girl saw that there was no fear of death on Xinghe's face, it was as quiet and beautiful as a pure white plaster statue in a display case.

The next moment, she felt a chill on her neck, and turned her gaze forward almost 360 degrees. She saw the sky with thick smoke rising, and then a mountain of rubbish piled up high.

Time paused and condensed into a mirror again.

"Will Xinghe act recklessly with me?"

"ah, what"

Seeing Kuroro's sullen face, Xinghe poked him, "I was distracted just now, let me say it again."

Kuroro chose a seat and sat down, "When I was interrupted by you, the atmosphere disappeared, and I asked you if you want to run amok with me."

"No." Xinghe replied crisply.

Kuroro was shocked by this straightforward rejection, he was a little discouraged, "Then let me say it twice."

"I wanted to agree, but just now I lost my mind and didn't want to."

"You've changed so fast." Kuroro felt chest tight.

Xinghe stretched out his hand to him, "We are still companions, but I don't want to run amok."

Kuroro prepared a lot of words to persuade this person, such as "Those who steal the hook will be punished, and the princes who steal the country" and so on, but seeing Xinghe's eyes covered with frost since he came to Meteor Street brightened up again. , Kurolo swallowed these words.

Let's talk about it another day, so as not to disturb his good mood.

Memory moves on.

Now Xinghe is seven years old, and he has just been praised by the old sect master again in the dojo.

He didn't quite understand what this meant, but the contrast between his father's full will and the disciple's despair was obvious.

The people in the dojo seemed to be divided into two factions, one was kind to him, and the other was glaring at him.

Xinghe held the bamboo knife and stood beside his father, who was not as tall as his father's waist. His father patted his head and told him to go out and have a rest.

Xinghe saluted and bid farewell to everyone, seeing that his father was not paying attention, he hurriedly ran to find his mother.

Opening the door, she saw her mother's slightly tilted figure, who seemed to be wiping her tears. When she saw Xinghe coming in, she hurriedly wiped her eyes, but there was still sadness and melancholy on her face. She asked Xinghe, "Why are you here?"

Xinghe walked up to his mother, a little timidly, "I want to see you."

Mother raised the corner of her mouth coldly, "I'm still busy, you can go to your father."

"Mom." Xinghe called softly, refusing to leave.

The mother was moved, her eyes lit up again, "Will Xinghe listen to her mother?"

"Ah."

"Then, mom wants Xinghe to put down the knife and never hold a knife again, is that okay?"

She was so hopeful, full of joy and emotion, that almost drowned Xinghe, Xinghe was at a loss, he said, "Father said no, Xinghe can put down everything in the world, except the knife."

Mother lovingly touched Xinghe's side face, "Because he is using you, he wants to use you to make a fortune, he wants to use you to satisfy his ambitions and desires."

"Xinghe, mom loves you more than anything else in the world. Mom is telling you now that there are not only endless training and practice in life, but you also have plenty of life to enjoy and a vast world to explore."

"Listen to mom, put down the knife and go back to mom."

Xinghe's hand holding the bamboo knife loosened and then tightened, he asked cautiously, "I want to ask my father."

The mother's face turned indifferent, "Go find him, I'm busy."

Lying quietly on the bed at night, he heard his mother's light footsteps.

She opened the door and reached to the window and gently stroked Xinghe's cheek, "I haven't touched you since you were five years old."

She was very melancholy, "It would be great if you were an ordinary child, and you could stay quietly by my side."

"I won't be taken away by that bastard, and I won't be used by him to hurt my savior"

"It would be great if you didn't change."

Xinghe didn't move. His mother hadn't kissed him for a long time and hugged him. He cherished the present time very much.

The mother's voice was faint, "I hate him so much, how could I tolerate his elation, Xinghe, it would be fine if you didn't change."

"I'm sorry, but don't forgive me."

She gently kissed Xinghe's forehead, and the last sentence was almost a whisper.

His body structure is very peculiar, with a mirror-like trait reflection.

Through mirrors, constant reflections are split.

The split body can move freely without the mirror, and at the same time, it must have a certain amount of spiritual power of the main body.

"His body is a mirror, if you give this mirror a beam of light, the mirror will reflect the light.

But the strangeness of this body is that when the light hits the body, it will stimulate the body's spiritual activity. When the light is reflected by the body, it will also reflect the information and spiritual power contained in the body, and receive the light. In addition to receiving light, the instrument also received information from this body.Note 1

We speculate that all of this is caused by spiritual power. When the receiver displays the light, the body of the experimental subject will appear at the same time and break away from the display screen to appear in reality.

This body is not a projection, because it has a certain degree of stability and solidification due to spiritual power, and can touch and move objects.

There is no difference from the main body except that the spiritual power content is inconsistent. "

"Combining the optical flow containing his body information through time leap technology, the replica can break through the limitation of time and space and reach any position in time and space."

"As long as he has enough spiritual power, he can rely on mirrors to split and duplicate infinitely."

"Able to roam the sea of ​​time and space through time leap technology."

"It will only cause damage to the memory. After all, what is projected is the body rather than the emotion. Emotion is too unpredictable."

"First conduct an experiment at the root of current politics, Fusangshin Honmaru."

"Set the body number to 0."

The root of political affairs is rooted in the void, and the branches and leaves spread to the boundless.

A good Honmaru is hung on the branches and leaves, while Fu Sangshen who made a mistake is escorted like a root for punishment.

"I think you all know why you came here."

"You can't enjoy peace or any good things here, all you can do is to accept punishment and atone for your sins."

"I very much agree with Bentham's theory about prisons and prisoners in the eighteenth century. The punishment you accept should reach such a level that the degree of pain caused by crime should be greater than the vested interests of criminal activities." Note 2

"So bear the pain here, gentlemen."

On a wall of dark 111 Honmaru, there are speeches of political officials. Yaken Fujishiro held up his glasses, "I don't know what he means by saying this."

"Snap" the projector shuts off.

In the dark room, pairs of scarlet eyes floated in the air, frightening like a demon's lair.

Everything here is Dark Falling Fusangshen.

"Who knows," Xiaohumaru opened the door nonchalantly, and the sunlight dispelled the darkness of the room, "I want to take a good rest before the task is issued."

He made a nasty laugh, "I didn't know that unlucky ghost would be the judge here."

Yao Yan said, "The God Judge has arrived."

Everyone was surprised, with their investigative ability, they didn't feel any strange aura.

Yaoyan rolled out a box, "The latest materials sent by Shizheng, and the list says God-inspector."

He patted the box, "The interrogator is inside."

Open the package, there are some living materials and some repair materials inside.

Then there is a small spherical projector.

After Yaoyan obtained everyone's consent, he pressed the button behind the projector, and the projector emitted a red light that floated into the air, and a beep sounded to indicate that it had started to operate.

"Start to cast the god judge."

The spherical projector floated over Kong Sheng, casting a beam of light, and a young figure appeared in the beam of light, illusory and unreal, but one could still feel the power hidden under the pale skin, as well as the undisguised coldness and sharpness.

"I am 247, I hope you will have a pleasant cooperation." Note 3