Netherworld Investigator

I don’t know when, I’ve been trapped here, hanging in all directions, I don’t know whether it’s a mirror or a too calm water, I seem to be just a mass of heavy gas, but I have the consciousness of being a creature.

The neuron cells are like a large piece of aquatic plants, floating on the surface of the unknown liquid space.

I have no memory, I don't even remember that I had a memory, and I have no desire to live, because I don't know what to die.

The world is an untouchable existence, but it can be perceived by me.far away.

Time passed and time came, sounds and images gradually appeared around me, and many concepts formed in my mind.

The world is getting clearer and clearer, but I feel more and more confused about my own existence.

Such a person appeared in those pictures, a man.His eyes are like the surface of water that is as calm as a mirror, soft and penetrable, but can't touch the bottom, has the luster of water, but is cold, without waves.

Until one day, I finally saw the flames in his eyes, and the waves on the water mirror around me made it hard for me to see the scene in front of me clearly.

But I saw the figure of a young man in red grow out of his eyes.

This seems to be the beginning of an unrequited love, the atmosphere is charming and depressing.

In the water mirror, I gradually saw the space, which was a village shrouded in twilight on the opposite bank. This village was located on a sloping land, separated from me by the abyss of the river.

The young man walked briskly on the road, and the man followed him quietly, like a ghost that does not do evil.His outline seemed to be taken away bit by bit, sinking into the depths together with the crashing river water, but the boy's face became more and more clear in his eyes.

Finally, the boy stopped in front of an abandoned pier.

Only then did I fully see the boy's face, which was exactly the same as the man's face swallowed by the thick night.

The boy stepped forward, held his thick hand, and said softly, "Are you willing to jump for me?"

The biting cold spread over my heart, and I finally remembered who I was.

It turned out that I was dead.Little Black said in his heart.

He crushed the delusions in his heart and fabricated a name called "Hong".Those desires were the part that caused him pain, but also the most vital part.Inhuman power is also superhuman power.

In the end he was defeated in the confrontation with his own creation.

"Thank you for creating me, and only your flesh and blood can make me." The man in red showed a cruel and pitiful smile, and raised a sharp weapon towards him, "It's time, disappear."

This is probably a dream.

Xiao Hei's back was covered with cold sweat, but his cheeks were burning. Coldness and heat were intertwined in his body, and everything in front of him was spinning strangely.He could clearly feel the blood rushing to his fingertips, and looked down at the blood on his hands, as if it was gushing out from his body.

Just as the man in red was about to take everything away, Xiao Hei jumped forward unexpectedly, and at the moment of jumping up, sharp claws grew out of his hands.He flicked lightly at the oncoming axe, pulling down a piercing thread.In the next second, he heard the sound of metal shattering and falling.

The sharp claws pierced the heart of the man in red slowly and fiercely.

Wu Yong fell to the ground, trembling unceasingly, as if he was in a bumpy boat in a storm.

His face was pale, his eyes were slack, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

On the ground in front of him was a room full of corpses.

"Kill, kill—!" Wu Yong didn't let out a sharp howl until he saw the man in the form of a devil rushing out of the door.

Xiao Hei was covered in blood, and in a trance, people could mistake him for the man in red who was carried on his shoulders and whose face was exactly like his.

He took Hong's body outside the door, the crescent moon hung brightly in the sky, without a trace of dark clouds covering it, its curved and pointed shape looked like sharp claws raised high.

A silver light flashed across the air, and Xiao Hei cut off his head.

The moonlight is as red as blood.

Qiao Kejun felt a sudden light on his body, and the beam of light that bound him tightly disappeared in an instant.

He jumped up with all his strength, and was about to turn around and hit the nameless monster whose strength was out of control, when he heard someone shouting in a deep voice outside the door: "Stop."

The person who came was Qiao Hengjing who had gotten rid of Shen Siyuan's entanglement.

Qiao Hengjing glanced at Zhao Ming with menacing eyes, the latter had been taken by Qiao Kejun

Walked in at a leisurely pace, and finally stopped in front of Wen Yue who was lying down.

He leaned over slightly, and said softly, "A Yue, you're awake."

The person covered in scales nodded, his throat made a rusty sound with no meaning, as if to indicate that he could not speak, but his opened eyes were clear.

Wen Yue's mind had already been activated, but he had kept his eyes closed—because he was blind, he could see everything.

And now, he opened his eyes.

Wen Yue's eyes slowly scanned the few people in the basement. When passing by Wen Baifan's sleeping face, he let out a slight but deep sigh. In the end, he looked at his old friend Qiao Hengjing, and looked at him in the intersection of eyes. Conveying a secret and superficial message.

"I understand." Qiao Hengjing closed his eyes slightly, gathered his mental power into a sharp axe, and stabbed Wen Yue's head straight, killing him mercilessly.

All this happened so quickly that Zhao Ming had no time to stop it.

He slumped down to the ground.

The wonderful halo that lingered on Wen Yue's body gradually dissipated, and the light in his pupils finally went out, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

But this time, he would never wake up again.

The buzzing in his ears stopped, and Wen Baifan slowly opened his eyes.

A shadow suddenly blocked his sight, and a pair of warm hands were timely separated between his eyes and the dazzling light above his head.

Wen Baifan's heart was in a state of confusion.Just a moment ago, he was still wandering in a world full of death, blood and dust, but at this moment, he returned to the most familiar real world.

After his eyes gradually adjusted to the light, Qiao Kejun moved his hand away, then bent down again, to release him from the shackles of being too smart.

Wen Baifan and Zhao Mingyao in the corner looked at each other from a distance, and the latter's gaze was dodged like an electric shock.

Wen Baifan's mood was very complicated, and the complexity was precisely the most difficult part that Zhao Ming brought to his life.This person once broke his bones, dissolved him, and shaped him. The bits and pieces accumulated during this long time have actually grown together with Wen Baifan's bones and flesh forever.Those things cannot be said to be right or wrong, but they are bound to accompany him for the rest of his life.

During this long period of gazing, Wen Baifan's eyelids drooped, and suddenly he felt a strange tiredness hit his heart again.

The accident happened in a short breath, just like all the hasty moments of real farewell.

A foamy white light rose from Wen Yue's body that had lost all signs of life, and suddenly turned into an arrow, trying to penetrate into Wen Baifan's body.

A piercing chill engulfed Qiao Kejun's body, freezing his mind instantly.From the eyes of others, his body only swayed slightly, as if he wanted to stop the accident, but hesitation and timidity appeared at the critical moment.

In superhero movies, the moment of reversing the disaster is often extended into slow motion of countless shots, but in reality, this is a moment that can only be speculated back from the outcome of the situation.

A tall figure stood in front of Wen Baifan, he endured it and fell down.

It's Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming likes to compare the process of domesticating Wen Baifan to "boiling an eagle". This is a contest of willpower between the hunter and the prey, and in the contest, no one can escape unscathed.

Inside the Heavenly Light Hall, a pleasant light and color, like bubbles floating in the shadowy dome.

Looking around, those sleeping people still haven't woken up, and their minds are collectively trapped in a great connection-the gods can't design each life individually, so they connect the fate of everyone together.

Sauros turned into light, wind and air and fled away. It has long since disappeared, but looking around, even the shadow is its product.

Is it really gone?

Or a new guardian has been found among this group of dignitaries, and it has been replanted in someone's heart and grown.

After all, the soil of the human heart has been the same for thousands of years.

Qiao Kejun led Wen Baifan, who was still in a daze, out of the Tianguang Hall.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, just like a pendulum. In the afterglow of the evening, the rainbow ladder starts and falls slowly.This small space is like the first collapsed brick on the spire, but it lacks that cold and rough texture.

Wen Baifan remained silent, a grid of light and shadow wandered across his face.A beam of sunset dyed his brows and eyes golden, and fell softly on his fair neck on the collar.

Qiao Kejun wanted to touch his hair and brush off the bright powder for him, but he paused the moment he stretched out his hand.

The two stood in the narrow elevator, separated by a person's position.

Dameng Fangjue, they both have an indescribable sense of estrangement from each other, their lovers are clearly by their side, but they seem to be in the sky.

Looking down through the glass, one felt a slight sense of weightlessness, until the eyes became a dizzy mist, then Wen Baifan retracted his gaze and stared at the jumping and falling numbers on the screen.

This long silence at a loss made Wen Baifan's eyes gradually darken.

"Hug." Qiao Kejun said suddenly, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

Wen Baifan was taken aback.

"I said, hug." Qiao Kejun took a step in his direction, lowered his head, and bumped his head on his shoulder.

Twice.

Three times.

Wen Baifan finally smiled, "It's you knocking on the wooden fish."

"Hmm." Qiao Kejun stretched out his arms and hugged him, and his lips brushed against the hair of the other person, as if this was some kind of ritual that could calm the turmoil in the other person's heart.

Hugging is not so much to feel the truth, it is better to say that it is simply to experience the mystery of a physical connection.He is like a piece of paint, only when another color echoes it, can it be rendered into a meaningful picture.

"Are we awake?" Wen Baifan asked sullenly.

"Maybe." Qiao Kejun patted the man's back lightly with his palm, feeling the thin body under the clothes. He knew very well that some things were taken away and new things were filled in.

"Is this world real?"

"do not know."

"Are you real?"

"maybe."

At the end, Wen Baifan struggled to squeeze out an empty sentence, "Is love real?"

"Love is originally an illusion."

The rainbow ladder was falling slowly, under the refraction of the sunlight, the two exchanged a long kiss.

Beautiful as a dream.

Adream you dream malone is only adream.

Adream you dream together is reality.

--John Lennon

The author has something to say:

"You come to the world, you want to see the sun, and walk on the street with your sweetheart."