After awakening the memory of the world

The faint starlight gradually dissipated in the mid-air, and the silent cloud revealed its existence in the mid-air, but was covered by the dark night, and the cold ice was slowly exposed, and frost condensed on the asphalt road.

Ji Qingyan's consciousness gradually dissipated. From the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of Zhan Fengzhuo pulling out the arrow and standing up. The dripping blood continued to flow from the opponent's wound, but Zhan Fengzhuo's movements were not restricted. Constantly healing, the smile on his face is distorted.

The scythe of death slowly touched his neck, Ji Qingyan was silent in the hallucination, he felt the warmth for a long time, when the cold ice crystals dispersed, he seemed to see the clouds in his hometown slowly dispersed, Ji Qingyan Think, he still has regrets, but he can no longer go on.

Ji Qingyan closed his eyes.

The sound of weapons clashing continued to roar, and the sound of sonic booms came again from the ruined laboratory. Xi Jiansong raised his arms slightly, and the buckle of the weapon continued to deform. The light blue ice crystals were scattered, and the pair of brown Eyes condensed the storm.

Xi Jiansong also looked very embarrassed, his windbreaker was soaked in blood, the smell of gunpowder smoke lingered on his sleeves, the bandage wrapped around his arm was still soaking wet, and the unhealed wound was dripping down. Falling blood.

But Xi Jiansong didn't care, he looked gloomy, blocked Zhan Fengzhuo's sneak attack, pressed his palm down slightly, and thunder and lightning suddenly struck towards him from his ten fingers.

The blood was splashed with gravel, weak breathing and crazy laughter echoed here.

Xi Jiansong's irises were also dyed an icy red. He raised his arm, and the lightning was jumping at his fingertips, and the arcs were interlaced, as if turning into a long blade.

The chill and hell are constantly unfolding behind this man, whether it is the dead soul or the darkness, it makes people feel hopeless.

Zhan Fengzhuo's smile was almost frozen on his face in embarrassment, like an ancient clock that stopped swinging, almost sluggishly shackled to one side.

"Admiral!" The adjutant on one side reminded him aloud. At this moment, he was also in a mess, and blood was continuously flowing from the wound.

The medical team of the emergency hospital hurriedly put a body monitor on Ji Qingyan first, and cleaned up the wound on Ji Qingyan's body.

Xi Jiansong barely restrained his anger, and said coldly to the intimidated Zhan Fengzhuo, "You'd better pray that he doesn't die."

The commissioners brought Zhan Fengzhuo back to the interrogation room. At this moment, there were only the chaotic voices of the emergency doctors and the beeping sound of the medical machine in the ruins.

The faint and imperceptible breathing sound was completely covered up.

There is no trace of starlight in the dark sky, Ji Qingyan looked up, only staring at the darkness, this darkness seems to swallow all the joy, and will leave all the sad and heavy stories behind.

"what do you want?"

In the dark, there was a gentle voice asking, the book records were slowly unfolding in front of Ji Qingyan, and sporadic white light gradually fell.

Familiar short sentences were written on the bibliography, and the poems were scattered from then on. The cold story blended with the warmest blood in his chest. It was strange that Ji Qingyan didn't feel his own pain, just like a part of his body Capabilities are taken away.

"I... want to go home." Ji Qingyan said without any hope.

Ji Qingyan lowered his eyes, his voice was very low, like a whisper, and fell softly.

"Your belief will be realized on the road."

The book record was flipped continuously, and when the voice just fell, the magnificent music suddenly reverberated.

"You will no longer be afraid of pain."

Ji Qingyan suddenly opened his eyes, the cold lights in the emergency room fell on his face chaotically, and the emergency doctor's shouts were heard next to his ears, he could feel the cold and harsh touch of the scalpel's blade slowly cutting through the skin , but Ji Qingyan couldn't feel any pain.

In the darkness, the water of the underground river kept flowing beside Ji Qingyan, his knuckles curled up, trying to struggle, trying to escape the suffocation.

"Squeeze him!"

"Don't let him move around, get on the ventilator!"

The red light in the emergency room continued to light up, the value that had just recovered soared again, and the cold blood melted from the blood bag into Ji Qingyan's veins.

The hemostatic cotton and bandages were constantly being consumed, and the entire medical team was tense. Ji Qingyan's struggles slowly stopped, and the tranquilizer took effect, calming him down.

At this moment, Xi Jiansong was waiting outside the emergency room. The wound on his body had been bandaged by the doctor, and the blood was no longer bleeding out. His eyes were still bloodshot, and he looked a little scary.

Xi Jiansong held the terminal in his hand, and the portable screen in front of him was full of complex encrypted information. Xi Jiansong rubbed his knuckles, clenched his back molars, and continued to process the mountains of documents that had piled up for a while.

"Admiral," the adjutant ran over biting the extinguished cigarette butt, his eyes were also full of burnout: "Adjutant Bai is out of danger, and can be transferred to the intensive care unit. I got a slight shock, so I passed out."

"I see. I'll go to the interrogation room in another hour," Xi Jiansong said with a sharp look on his face. He picked up a bottle of coffee from his hand, and cold water dripped down his knuckles.

"Is Commissioner Ji still in a bad situation?" the adjutant asked hesitantly.

Xi Jiansong remained silent, he pursed his lips tightly, and seemed to be struggling to squeeze out a few words: "...still in rescue."

As his words fell, hurried footsteps came from around the corner, accompanied by heavy anger and sharpness, a familiar voice suddenly exploded in Xi Jiansong's ear.

"Xi Jiansong, you'd better give me an explanation!" Gu Fei'an's voice trembled with anger, the silver ring on his left ring finger was burning with orange-red light, his alien energy was a little out of control, even the iris The colors were constantly changing, he tried to restrain himself, Gu Feian was still wearing a tall suit, and the collar clip was still inlaid with lavender crystals.

Gu Fei'an seemed to have left in a hurry from a certain party, with the lingering scent of cold perfume on his body, his clothes were a little messy, but the dean, who always paid attention to his appearance, no longer paid attention to these minutiae at this moment.

They are all waiting for an answer at dawn.

"Xi Jiansong," Gu Fei'an's voice was deep, his eyes were mixed with solemnity and worry, exhaustion and regret appeared on Gu Fei'an's face.

"He has never suffered such a serious injury." Gu Fei'an's voice trembled, but soon stabilized: "I watched this child grow up, he is my student."

"I know," Xi Jiansong pursed his lips tightly after finishing speaking. After a moment of silence, he continued, "This time it was just an accident...I won't let him suffer any harm again."

"You'd better remember what you said today." Gu Fei'an said indifferently, he glanced at the smart ring on his wrist, his face sank again, he got up and said: "You are here to guard him, Zhan Fengzhuo is there Leave it to me."

[The author has something to say: I am too busy today, so uncomfortable]