Abandoned Lover [Future]

— which ended up being a conversation far beyond Eugene's expectations.

Anika sat in front of him, with a face full of bewilderment and disbelief, listening to the sentences that came out of her own mouth.

Following Eugene's question, Anika's mind, which was blank no matter how she recalled it, gradually flashed back fragments of memory.

"The female general... Let me and Igor... go to investigate Diev's movements..."

"We confirmed...he has the tendency to join hands with Si Song...to hide the samples of the heritage that has been discovered..."

"But before reporting back... we were found out..."

In Anika's mind, what appeared was an almost absurd picture - the hallway that triggered the red alarm, the pale light under the surgical lamp; the liquid petri dish larger than an adult, and standing in front of her, except The maxillofacial and eyes are full of girls with metal structures.

The metal girl stretched out her cold hands to cover her forehead, and then took away her memory expressionlessly.

But now, at the moment when she was holding Eugene, her memory returned to the original place strangely.

More action scenes flooded into her mind. She saw herself putting a military badge around her neck for the first time, and saw a tall and straight man smiling at her on the school field.She saw herself being held in the arms covered in blood, and saw the metal ball in her hand open its eyes to her.

She saw a familiar face howling silently at her, and was dragged away from behind, and fell into silence.

In front of Eugene, Anika trembled violently, and then she stood up abruptly, breaking away from Eugene's hand holding her: "They took Igor...they took Igor... ...!!"

Tears were almost welling up in Anika's eyes, but the moment she let go of Eugene, the man's face in her mind became a void.

... She had already forgotten what she just remembered.

Only the sentences she said just now were left in her mind, but she couldn't even remember what those sentences meant.

Fasha blinked.The tears that had flowed could no longer accumulate in her eyes, she stood numbly, letting the meaningless tears slide down her cheeks.

Her voice was a little hoarse, and there was some trembling that she didn't know whether it was from shock or fear: "...What's going on here?"

Eugene sat at the table and looked at her, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, but his voice slowed down deliberately: "Your memory was erased by external force. But you should be safe now, don't go to find out the past, for you It might be the best option.”

Fasha had a feeling of being robbed of her memory twice, which was far more terrifying to her than never having a memory.In the bone-chilling chill, she took a deep breath and looked at Eugene: "What did you do to me?"

Eugene was silent for a moment.

"...I can briefly recall some of your erased memories, but I can't help you retrieve them."

The memory that disappeared again as soon as he and Eugene separated was proof.

Fasha raised his hand, wiping away the tears on his face like wiping away the rain.After a long time, she asked another question.

"Igor...who is it?"

Eugene looked at a blank space on the table in front of him, then at Anika.

"...he was your comrade in arms. He should... have died.

Fasha wanted to ask again, but Eugene had already stood up.

"Let's be here today."

……

After leaving the quartermaster's room, Eugene raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously.

He feels very tired.

All kinds of things that happened in the past few weeks have deepened his mental load time and time again.

It took him six years to put the memories of the past in a box, and then carefully closed the lid.However, just like someone's prank, everyone and everything around him picked up this fragile box and shook it, and even roughly reached into the inside of the lid to take out the thing he least wanted to remember, Spread out in front of your eyes.

Among them is the fact that he made a wish to the estate.

As he held Anika's hand, he had fancied sincerely and earnestly that perhaps the powers he had been given would not come true.

However, the useless gift left by the inheritance still exists, as if mocking him silently.

—You didn't save him.

—You failed to save him with me.

The face of number 6 is at hand.

He looks at him.

His blood soaked him.

Eugene raised his right hand sharply and thumped it against the metal wall.The strength he used was so great that there was a terrible loud noise at the moment of the impact, and the muffled sound of broken knuckles when they hit the wall, and through the bones on the arm, the teeth-stinging sound It was transmitted to Eugene's ear.

His chest heaved violently.The severe pain in his hand pulled him back from the brink of collapse again, and then he used his twisted right hand to pull out the terminal that was still connected to the communication whistle in his pants pocket.

On the other end of the connected call, Joshua's voice was obviously joyful, but he couldn't respond with the same emotion.

"Go and tell the female general that God's Punishment is still alive. The content of the mission seven years ago has been confirmed. Tell her to be careful."

He said so, and added: "Don't use the phone call, ask her for a one-on-one interview. There are no exceptions."

—He used to be a gatekeeper.He once thought of using all methods to protect the people he cares about around him.

He didn't do it.

So now, he can only make some meager, late, and perhaps meaningless remedies.

After the conversation with Anika, he understood that Tiev and the pioneers were behind Anika's accident; this also explained why Anika was sent away with just wiped memory, Igor was left behind.

The pioneer in charge of using "Naive Blessing" can understand what each wisher gains and loses, and after making a wish, Anika gains the ability to "transfer malice".This means that those who want to do harm to Anika will be the first to suffer misfortune, and facing such a limit of self-protection ability, Ziev should not want to cause trouble.

Such inside information made him feel that the series of deaths and losses experienced by the gatekeeper seven years ago might not have been pure accidents.

——What if the explosion wasn’t an accident?

Facing this sudden idea, Eugene clenched his fists subconsciously.However, the right hand that he had just roughed up was already rapidly congested with blood, and the swollen tissue was affected by his clenching of the fist, radiating unbearable pain.

Eugene closed his eyes, rested his left hand on his forehead, and took a few deep breaths.

……

When Eugene returned to the room, the room was empty.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the bathroom.The door was open and there was no one there.

Eugene's first reaction was to go out to find someone, but before stepping out the door again, he noticed a note on the table.I don't know where to find the pen and paper, Xiao left a message, saying that he wants to spend more time in the training ground, so that Eugene should not worry.

Eugene had only seen Xiao's handwritten message once before, and it was at the fireworks festival that seemed so long ago.

He silently picked up and put down the note with his left hand, and sat alone at the table for a while.

... Xiao didn't come back.

An hour later, Eugene went to the restaurant alone, took a sandwich and swallowed it.That's when he realized it was the first meal he had eaten in the past 24 hours.

He didn't actually feel very hungry.

The right hand became more and more swollen, and the bending of the fingers became a problem.His bones may or may not be broken, but Eugene doesn't want to think, or care.

... When I came back again, there was still no one in the room.

An indescribable anxiety rose up.His rationality clearly wanted to take a quick rest, but his body didn't know what it was stubborn about.

Eugene was disgusted with himself like this.He unbuttoned his pants with one hand, fell on the bed, and covered himself with a blanket.

— go to sleep.

—Go to bed quickly.

The pain on his right hand escalated in the dead silence, and the skin on the metacarpophalangeal joints was almost swollen, bringing him a scorching heat that he didn't know if it was a hallucination.Eugene tossed and turned on the bed, and found that disordered scenes and thoughts gradually emerged in his deliberately emptied mind.

Galaxy on the bridge.The color of the edge of the soldering iron.Summer fireworks.A bloody chest.The scorching sun on the arena.The flare of the explosion.Shadows under the White Tower.When the military badge touched the neck, it reflected coldly.

The rose he received when he was 31.The kiss he gave when he was 24.

... He remembers everything, but sometimes he prefers to forget.

Eugene curled up his body, his eyes were half-opened, his right hand was hanging by his side, and he hugged his right shoulder with his left hand.

In the dim light, a familiar figure finally appeared at the door of the room.Eugene subconsciously hid his right hand under the blanket and closed his eyes.

He didn't want Xiao to know that he was still awake.

The cyborg who finally returned to the room was a little different from the morning.His long hair was tied up in a rare way, and there was a strand of broken hair on the side of the left cheek that could not be gathered, and fell below the cheekbone.The sleeves of the shirt, which were always neat, were rolled up, revealing the slender arms with several obvious cut marks on them.

Xiao looked at Eugene's bed, and then looked away.He raised his right arm, smelled it on his shoulder, and then looked at his palm, as if to confirm that there were no traces of dirt on his hand.

…Eugene felt that Xiao came to his bedside with extremely light footsteps.After the biochemical man withdrew his breath, it was almost difficult to judge the position, and Eugene's back slowly tensed, and he fell into a vague uneasiness.

The edge of the blanket that fell under his shoulders was gently pinched and pulled to just under his chin.Eugene couldn't feel Xiao's breathing, but he could smell the faint smell of gunpowder on the other person's body, as well as the warmth of his body, which he rarely felt on Xiao's body.

He waited for the heat to dissipate, but he waited for a pair of hands to brush away his forehead hair.

Xiao's fingertips didn't even touch his forehead, it was more like using the edge of his nails to gently brush away the hair in front of his eyebrows.

Shaw then dropped a kiss on his forehead.

...very light and short, like someone's sigh.

The cyborg stood up and stood beside his bed for a while before leaving.

There was a faint sound of water in the bathroom.

Lying in the dim shadow of the bunk bed, Eugene finally exhaled slowly the breath he had unconsciously held.

…that kiss made him forget the pain for a moment, like an unexpected gift on Christmas morning.

Fortunately, there is still reason to remind him that Xiao Guo really didn't kiss his lips.

The author has something to say:

(touches Eugene in the air)

我一直试图在写看起来有些虐的温情，不知道大家能不能感受得到呢。感谢在2020-10-0209:00:00~2020-10-0309:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 12 bottle of Xixi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!