Salvation equals death

"In this world, only thoughts can surpass life and death."

Chiyo's consciousness was immersed in the vast and boundless sea water, and she only felt that the coldness was entangled with her bones like a stick attached to her bones. The severe chill made her consciousness unable to wake up, and she could only float with the current.

When she was in a daze, she vaguely heard someone calling her name, and in the chaos, she seemed to see the figure of the young man who was branded in the depths of her soul. He shouted something and stretched out his hand towards her——

"Frozen!"

Chiyo woke up suddenly, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab it, but the figure of the boy had disappeared in an instant, she could only hold on to the cold water in vain, and let the ungraspable past slip through her fingers.

The calm lake of her heart that she deliberately kept as calm as stagnant water became turbulent, and a small gap opened in her indestructible heart, and those deeply hidden sorrows ooze out like blood.

"Jiao Dong!" She walked around in the dark like a lost child, and the gentle voice that had already made everyone feel at ease was tinged with anxiety for the first time, "Jiao Dong, where are you? Jiao Dong !"

There was no reply, no sound, and in the boundless darkness, it seemed that she was the only one left in the whole world.

Chiyo stood quietly on the spot without making a sound. After a long while, she slowly raised one hand to cover her face, gritted her teeth and swallowed the weeping choked in her throat.

Can't cry, can't cry--

Chiyo's lips trembled slightly as she walked forward, surrounded by endless darkness, without any light, neither the starting point nor the end point could be seen.

It's okay, it's okay, she comforted herself, as long as she keeps her mind still, she won't feel tired, as long as she doesn't look back, she can still move forward bravely.

【…】

The girl's back, which was so straight that the wind and rain could not break, gradually disappeared into the darkness. After a long time, a cold and mechanical voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

【...It's really scary to find this place.My lord, you are going beyond the distance by doing this. As her guide, I will be very embarrassed. 】

"..." The people in the darkness were silent for a long time without speaking.

……

Hong Jiaodong put down his hand in a daze, his strange eyes were slightly out of focus, he took a step back, his throat rolled up and down, for a long while, but he couldn't make any sound.

He clearly saw the silver-haired, golden-eyed girl sinking in the dark deep sea, her unchanging eyebrows and eyes filled with indelible fatigue, like a nightingale whose wings had been torn off, slowly sinking into the sea with the support of the sea. seabed.

The thread of rationality was as tight as a string, and it only took a moment for it to break. Before the young man came back to his senses, his body was already chasing the illusory shadow, reaching out his hand recklessly.

"...Have you not given up yet?" Distant and majestic, like an ethereal voice from ancient times, as if it was close at hand, but also as if it was far away in the sky, "It has been seven years, and you have never given up. rare."

"That witch, I added Vera's memory to the memory fragments she read. I think you can feel at ease knowing this and return to your original destiny."

"I don't understand, where does the persistence of mortals come from? A person's life is so long, and she is just a passer-by in your life."

"If it is said that your sympathy for her stems from the heroic nature in you, then I have already told you the truth, knowing that she did not die, but lives in another world, why can't you let go of your heart?" ?”

"I admit that love is great and should be pure, but love that was ignorant when you were young is not mature enough, and you won't regret it too much if you let it go, won't you?"

The young man who had grown into an adult stood quietly on the spot. He raised his hand and held the cross around his neck. It was a habit he had gradually developed over the years. Only by holding the light bestowed by her could he barely get some comfort. .

On the young man's arm holding the cross, the blue tattoo spread little by little, but the moment it touched the cross, it disappeared little by little.

"I don't know." The young man's voice echoed in the empty room. He stood among the thorns in the House of Sleep, slightly raised his head, and looked at the dark dome.

"As a hero, one should have the consciousness of losing something precious, but until she was gone for a long time, I still couldn't forget how the darkness took her from me."

The young man's tattooed hand slowly stroked the scar on his left face, and said in a calm tone, "I don't know why I love her, but I know that she is the reason why I love this world."

The scars on the branded face can be gradually used to and relieved like the color of hair and eyes, but the left heart cannot make people get used to such pain and emptiness.

Hong Jiaodong is very nostalgic, nostalgic and long-lasting, but few people know that he is slightly bored with everything in this world, and he occasionally thinks that it would be great if he had never been born.

In fact, in the beginning, the relationship between Andewa and Hong Leng was not that bad.

At that time, Andeva, whose ambition had not swelled to the point of no hope, was indifferent to his wife, but his words and deeds were considered considerate and gentle.

At that time, Hong Leng and Andewa, although they were not of the loving kind, they respected each other as guests and had a smooth life. Even though the few children they gave birth failed to meet Andewa's expectations, he was actually mentally prepared.

——If it weren't for this, Hong Leng might have gone crazy long ago.

This kind of family relationship really changed drastically after the birth of Hong Jiao Dong.

The boy who was born with everything was regarded by the ecstatic Andeva as a ladder to the sky. In order to realize his ambition, his center of gravity was constantly tilted towards this child, and finally his true colors were revealed.

It would have been nice if Hong Jiaodong had never been born.Even if only for a moment, this idea has appeared before.It would be great if the child who can realize Andewa's ambition is not born, and everything can go back to the past.

"If you don't have her, you will grow up smoothly. One day, you will settle down with your parents, have a wife who is worthy of you, and move towards your goals. There will be no so much pain and parting... "

"There is no what if—" the cold and snowy young man seemed to be unable to bear such doubts anymore, and said in a hoarse voice, "In seven years, my life has been hanging by a thread at least thirteen times, but what she left behind is still protected Follow me."

The cross held tightly by the young man sensed his fluctuating mood, and a warm white light gradually floated up as if to comfort him.

"I don't know how much pain and suffering she has experienced in places I don't know. I have sworn to protect her, to give her the right to choose, and never let her bear the tragic fate like my mother—"

"But I didn't do it."

The hand holding the cross trembled, and the blue tattoo was about to move like a living thing.

"Even if I never met her in other worlds, so what, everything we experienced will not be erased because of 'if', I still thank her... for being the anchor of my life."

——That's why I miss you so deeply.

"..." The ethereal and majestic voice was silent for a moment, and after a long time, he said, "That's all..."

"If you don't change your mind, I will agree with you."

In the void, there was a warm and generous hand that gently pressed Hong's scorched left shoulder, and then a golden flame ignited.

"May your thoughts transcend life and death and reach Vera."

……

"Vital signs... index is normal, abilities... floating..."

"The high level... Ke Huangba spits... God..."

The incandescent light made people's eyes hurt. Chiyo wanted to open his eyes, but was stabbed to tears, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Wake up...experimental! Wake up...quickly..."

Noisy shouts came from my ears, but the voices were intermittent and indistinct, which instead made those noises as annoying as flies, buzzing in my head non-stop.

Shut up, it's so annoying--

Chiyo frowned, but in the next second, she felt an electric current rushing into her limbs and bones. After a moment of numbness, it was followed by severe pain, which made her struggle subconsciously.

Stop it, it hurts——!

In the chaotic darkness, Chiyo's churning mood due to pain seemed to be transmitted to the mind of another consciousness. Compared with Chiyo, who still has self-control, that consciousness is completely a pure and flawless baby.

The self-centered baby's thoughts are simple and straightforward, and after feeling the emotions of another existence connected to his consciousness, he also reacts the most normal reaction of a child.

— If you hate it, destroy it.

There was a loud bang, and a black explosion swept across the entire street, destroying Yokohama's Laser Street, and destroying the laboratory that was originally hidden deep underground, leaving only a huge pit.

Chiyo was awakened by this terrifying explosion. She opened her eyes blankly, but only saw the blue sky and white clouds, while she was lying on the dark land.

She got up and looked down at her immature and soft hands. Her silver hair spread over her shoulders like a moonlight. She looked at the figure of a young girl no older than 12 years old and the black and white nun clothes on her body. very.

In a trance, Chiyo felt a presence-like gaze fixed on her body. When she turned her head, she met a pair of dark blue eyes.

The boy with bright orange hair like flames was wearing an ill-fitting long dress, squatting quietly in a pit, looking at her quietly with a pair of pure blue eyes that were not stained with dirt.

For some reason, Chiyo was stabbed a little by the cub-like clinging eyes, she stretched out her hand towards the boy who was only eight years old, and looked at each other silently.

Seeing her reaching out her hand, the boy crawled out of the pit without hesitation, trotted quickly, and buried him in her arms.

A 12-year-old girl hugs an eight-year-old boy.