God is Daozu

Numerous images pierced into the back of his head through his eyes, and all the images in his brain were like iron rings rolling on the ground, framing men and women twisting towards him and rushing towards him, the walls glowed with a mechanical cold blue light, the images It became more and more distorted and rolled more and more violently. The twisted way of the cold blue light vortex dragged his stomach, as if the stomach acid also flooded the river. He retched and struggled a bit, and sat up.

The yellow sand is gone.

He blinked his eyes. There are cold gray walls all around. Dozens of bunk beds are arranged in the distance according to the strict distance. There is a huge lamp in the middle of this gray space, illuminating the whole The space is even colder and more terrifying.

His eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the distance, most of them looked similar to him, sleeping peacefully, curled up on the bedside and weeping, looking fiercely at him, He patted his red cloak and retracted his gaze, dully aware that some people in this space dislike the scrutiny of others.

The door in the middle of the gray space opened to both sides with a buzzing sound. A man wearing boots stepped in first, holding a blue light screen in his hand, looking for something on the light screen, followed immediately by two people with the same disheveled appearance as them. Before the man could speak, the pair glanced at the woman, caught something in the crowd who were almost identical in filth, and rushed over, the three of them hugged each other tightly, trying to tighten each other's bones .

He sat on the bed and watched this scene with an empty chest. Someone on the upper bunk hammered the bed board heavily, and he choked up a little under the quilt.

He sat quietly on the bed and looked away. A man in beautiful boots came towards him, with a businesslike expression and a businesslike voice, "I've slept for a long time."

He didn't answer.

The man inspected his hair, his eyes, and even his facial bones, and switched to another tone uncertainly, "Name."

Seeing that he didn't answer, the man switched to another tone again. After three or four times of tossing and turning, he finally realized that the man was not switching the tone, but switching the "name" into different languages. After translating, he couldn't find any information about these two words, so that he looked up at the impatience and contempt under the official expression of the other party, when something on the man's wrist rang All of a sudden, the man's attention was diverted. He felt a little relieved, and was about to lower his head when he was picked up.

Many expressions about "Where are you taking me?" flashed chaotically in his mind. He opened his mouth, but was frightened by his own voice. His vocal cords were like strings in disrepair, dry and tight. He saw men and women wearing the same clothes as the man in front of him outside the door, walking indifferently holding the light screen, and there was a completely unfamiliar environment inside and outside the door.

The man thought he wasn't walking fast enough, so he almost dragged him until he felt his hands and feet go limp and sweated, the thing on the man's wrist and the gate made a beep at the same time, and the man gave a military salute and dragged him away. go in.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a man with gold-rimmed glasses sitting on a leather chair, and a young blond boy. He turned his head slightly and saw three men in white clothes, standing in a white area surrounded by various machines. Near the bed, the surrounding walls glowed with a cold blue light.

He suddenly thought of the blurred and distorted thing in his dream just now, and when he saw the unreasonable anger and contempt in the eyes of the man with the gold wire frame, his whole body tensed up, and a blue light shot down from the top of his head, spreading in all directions. come cold female electronics

"Age, seventeen."

The blond boy put down the porcelain white teacup, clasped his slender fingers on his knees, "What are you suspicious about?"

"It's such a coincidence." Lu Chan squinted at the three men in white clothes.

Before he had time and was unable to do a little struggle, he was fixed on the white bed. The three men looked down at him. This angle of looking down brought him a sense of threat of dying. The strange machine on his body was beating wildly for no reason, his instinct forced him to lift his neck and screamed, and then he slapped half of his face with a heavy slap, and the strange electric current rushed up to the top of his head along the machine, and he was in so much pain There was a strange sound in his throat, and something cold was stuck in his throat. His abdomen, which was so disgusted and weak for a moment, tried to curl up, but couldn't.

"enough."

He heard the cold voice of the blond boy.

"He didn't even arrive. Do you expect him to be a sentry or a guide who came to attack you?"

"The early awakening triggered by the conversion agent cannot be ruled out. Most of the groups that attacked the Ishtar district this time were underage weapons with the sequelae of the conversion agent."

"Life body has no guide sentinel feature, do you want to detect it again?" The electronic voice sounded again.

"No need."

"Check again."

He couldn't hear what the blond boy said to the man with the glasses frame at all. He just remembered that his cheeks were sore, as if he was paralyzed, fluid gushed from his empty stomach, and then someone dragged him to lift him up. I could feel that it was the man who dragged him out of the gray room, but this time his actions were more disgusting than impatient, and more disgust was transmitted to his perception through the man's breath. This gray space is full of cleanliness, and he is filthy.

He opened his eyes following the slight bumps of the man's walking. It wasn't that the pain caused by the strange electric current had passed, but he opened his eyes abruptly and uncomfortable.

The man pushed open the door and threw him on the cold hard floor, and the thin water jets sprayed towards him densely. Now he is as motionless as a person who can be dug out from the ruins, like a dead body. The man frowned and wanted to Pulling the red cloak on his body, he burst out with more strength than struggling on the stage. The man's fist hit him but he couldn't control him. The half-dead person on the stage seems to have returned to life.

The door was opened again, and he saw the slightly indifferent blond boy in the messy water column rushing towards him.

"go out."

"Yes, sir."

The boy turned off the water and walked in front of him. He hugged the cloak tightly and huddled in the corner. His expression must be very fierce now, so that the blond boy frowned slightly, and stretched out the slender hand in front of him. He opened his mouth in stress and bit his hand viciously. The boy's brows furrowed even deeper but he didn't withdraw his hand. The red earrings had a dark and bright light, and his icy blue eyes stared straight at him, as if wanting to see Who could take longer? His emotions relaxed timidly under the cold stare, and he slowly and carefully loosened his jaw. The young man washed his hands, wiped off the water droplets slowly, and wiped all the water in the bathroom. After demonstrating the switch, he finally opened a cabinet full of identical pajamas, closed the door and walked out.

He sat on the ground and reacted for a long time before he suddenly realized that the other party was teaching him how to use these things.

When he finished cleaning and changed into pajamas that looked too long and too loose and stood uneasy behind the door, the boy's cold voice came from outside the door.

"come out."

He was startled, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​hiding inside and go out. The boy glanced at him and then at the cake on the table.

"Come and eat." The tone was so cold that it seemed to be admonishing him rather than asking him to eat.

He walked up to the boy and picked up the fork, looked at him, and scratched a small piece. His mouth was full of strange sweetness, and he stroked down the esophagus and stomach, as if his esophagus and stomach were incompatible with this cake. Live in harmony.

"Don't eat?" The boy's tone became even colder.

He hesitated for a second and nodded cautiously. The young man turned on the light screen in his hand with a frosty face, and the action of lowering his eyes showed a certain dignity, "Name."

He froze in place helplessly, closely meeting the young man's oppressive gaze, unlike when he was asked this question before, the intense tension at this time prevented him from wandering, and he could only chase after his empty mind in fear. Searching, under this kind of strong persecution, let him grasp some clues.

"Qiang...Qiang?" His voice sounded like it was broken, and his vocal cords were tight.

"Surname Qiang?" The boy frowned and asked back.

He subconsciously nodded in the boy's cold gaze.

"Which gun?"

A faint voice came from the void and implanted in his mind, like a broken repeater, he repeated it bit by bit with the torn tune.

"Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass."