Become a Two-dimensional hero

November 11 at 8 p.m.Mozart returned to the Jupiter base. Because of the attack in the evening, the military department was counting the casualties, and he had to come back to report.

After bidding farewell to the two brothers Mo Er and Mo Jun, he embarked on the journey.All the bus systems in the city that had just passed through the war were out of service, and he managed to catch a ride to the base before returning.After all this tossing, it was already past ten o'clock when he arrived at the dormitory after reporting.

When the centipede organization retreated and the communication was restored, he contacted Wei Qian. Wei Qian was happy that Mozart was fine, and then shook his head regretfully at Mozart: "You missed a big show! The third S-class machine of the Federation A, do you know? It is highly confidential, and was sent out to fight against Tianlong just now. Not only that, the peregrine falcon on Baisha Star also appeared just now, and the fight was very lively!"

As a participant in the incident, Mozart was very indifferent to this, and he said "oh" in a flat tone.

Wei Qian was puzzled: "Why aren't you surprised at all?"

Mozart hastily made an exaggerated expression of surprise: "Surprised."

There was someone on the baseball field, Wei Qian chattered on and on, and the words were hype.After Mozart finished listening to his nonsense, more than an hour passed.

After he hung up Wei Qian's communication, he found an unread text message from Qin Tian.Mozart quickly opened it and took a look, the text message read: "Are you all right?"

A trace of sweetness flooded my heart, the male god was not angry with himself, but now he still cares about himself.Mozart smirked for a while before remembering: "I'm fine, how about you?"

Mozart waited for a while, but did not reply. He thought that Qin Tian must have slept.

He was lying on the bed, and now he finally had time to think about that inexplicable memory.From the end of the war to the present, things on Sequoia are still flashing in his mind. The details of those pictures are so rich that he remembers that there is a small defect on the lip corner of the stone statue in the church, so small that he can see it from a little distance. If it doesn't come out, that's Rosen's good deed.These memories can never be fake

Mozart couldn't help asking Peregrine Falcon: "What did Lionheart do at that time? Why did I lose the spiritual connection with you, and... what are the pictures I saw?" Rosen told Peregrine everything that happened to him.

The indicator light of the peregrine falcon flashed, and it took a while to answer before answering: "That's an inspiration bomb, a weapon aimed at spiritual connection, but this weapon from the military is just an experimental product. , and some side effects."

"What side effects?"

"When you received a mental pulse and disconnected from me, Rosen also disconnected from Tianlong at the same time. The mental power you released had not had time to recover, and the distance between you was too close, and the two similar bands of mental power intertwined Together, so I felt the same way.”

"Empathy?"

"Your spiritual power invaded each other's brains, and you saw the deepest things in each other's hearts."

Mozart suddenly realized: "So those are true, that is the deepest memory in Rosen's heart. But...why? Since he is a survivor on Sequoia, and her sister..." Mozart was talking about braids He paused for a while, when he thought of that girl, the uncontrollable sadness that belonged to Rosen came to his heart, accompanied by the anger towards the centipede.

Mozart took a deep breath, collected his emotions, and continued: "I can feel Rosen's feelings for this memory. He obviously hates the centipede organization very much. Why did he become a new centipede after 55 years?" ..."

The Peregrine light flashed again, but this time he could not come up with an answer. He replied, "I don't know, Mozart. Human beings are very complicated creatures. I can't judge his motives. But," the Peregrine paused. After a while, he said puzzledly: "According to my model calculation, the party with higher spiritual power should be dominant in this kind of sympathy. Your spiritual power is far stronger than Rosen, but he is the one who broke the sympathy in the end. My calculations."

"Break the empathy? Did the sudden collapse of the memory of Rosen and me be broken? I thought it was some kind of inspiration blowing up the time."

"No, I analyzed the data of the military department. This weapon is effective for at least 10 minutes, but it only affected you for 5 minutes, and you and Rosen were forcibly disconnected. According to your description, you It is the intruder, which proves that your mental power is far stronger than him, so you saw his memory. But when you wanted to touch that god, Rosen suddenly appeared to stop you, this is impossible, theory Generally speaking, the two spiritual forces are intertwined, and the weaker one cannot resist, but he not only resisted, but also instantly invaded your memory in reverse, bringing you back to the time when you were five years old, and finally broke this relationship. I agree."

Mozart was silent for a while, and suddenly thought of the phrase "How dare you touch my god!" Rosen said as he grabbed his hand.He said softly: "Probably because I touched something deep in his heart that cannot be touched..."

Mozart looked at the night sky outside the window, and the looming stars shone on the black curtain. This brilliance was just like the gods in Rosen's memory.He spoke again: "What is a god? Is the god in Rosen's memory the source of what you said? Why does that god look like a human being, and he stretched out his hand to me..."

Mozart paused, and he suddenly realized that he had used the title "I". God was extending his hand to Rosen, not himself.But it felt too real, under the dual effects of memory and emotion, he seemed to be the one who experienced the disaster on Sequoia Star and then got to see the gods.

Peregrine Falcon didn't notice the problem with this appellation: "The source is a life that doesn't exist. What he sees may not be true. Mozart, memory can be deceiving. Especially for such a long-term memory, it may be beautified by the owner's feelings." Whitewashing, and even lead to the confusion of time and space."

Mozart put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes to rest, and murmured: "Maybe..." Then he ended the conversation. He had too many experiences during the day, and he still had tinnitus due to the impact of the inspiration bomb. His head was heavy, and he fell asleep from fatigue.

Peregrine also realized that Mozart was asleep, and he said softly: "Good night, Mozart." Then he turned off the indicator light and merged into the darkness.

Mozart should have slept so unconsciously that he could not be shaken.He has consistently had good sleep quality.But after sleeping for four hours, he began to writhe restlessly on the bed.

He was having a nightmare, in which the sky was full of flames. He realized the danger and wanted to run to the church to find his sister, but when he found it, the church was already in flames.He rushed in wearing a wet coat, and the little girl with braids stood in front of the stone statue and stared blankly at him. She was stretching out her hand to him, and shouted silently. Mozart saw the shape of her lips, Shouted: "Brother..."

Mozart wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him over, but the beams of the house suddenly collapsed, breaking the stone statue. The stone statue was broken into large and small stones and rolled down, while the little girl with braids was crushed under the gravel .The intact skull of the statue rolled to Mozart's feet, face up, still smiling mercifully.

But the smile was suddenly stained with blood. At close range, Mozart saw the gap at the corner of the statue's mouth, and the merciful face of the god instantly became ferocious and sinister.He knelt down on the pile of rocks that was holding his younger sister, and moved the rock to try to dig her out, but the rock was big and heavy, and his arms were bruised, but he couldn't move an inch.

Desperation and helplessness engulfed him, he began to howl uncontrollably, the flames gathered around him, and the dancing flames tried to burn on him.The fat layer under the human skin is an excellent fuel for the flame, and the flame climbed up his body like a poisonous snake, causing pain, and he could feel the severe pain of the flame burning all over his body.

He could almost smell the scorched smell of his body being burned to carbonization, but he still did not die, and he still retained a clear consciousness. The grief and despair were gradually burned away by the flames, and replaced by resentment that penetrated deep into the bone marrow With monstrous anger, he was like an immortal ghost in the burning hell, uttering the most vicious curse in the world.

The flames finally incinerated his body, and the carbonized body was blown by the wind and scattered into fly ash, but his heart was still beating. This heart that refused to die in the thousands of degrees of high-temperature fire was flowing inside. Yes, the blood of vengeance.

Mozart turned over and sat up. He opened his eyes and panted heavily.This is his dormitory, not Sequoia Star, and there is no flame here. He touched his intact body, and his heart finally fell.

Cold sweat almost soaked his clothes, and his body was covered with a sticky feeling of sweat. He sat on the bed and calmed down for a while, then got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

He picked up a handful of water and poured it on his face, and wiped it with a towel, but his movements suddenly stopped, and he saw his own face in the mirror, a face full of resentment, ferocious and terrifying, like The evil spirits from hell came to the world.

No, this is definitely not me!Mozart was so frightened by himself in the mirror that he couldn't stop backing away. He didn't pay attention to something and fell to the ground.

He sat on the ground in a daze for a moment, if it wasn't him, who could it be?A name suddenly popped up, Rosen.Mozart stared blankly at the ground, his face was reflected on the tiles on the ground, the ferocious venom just disappeared like a phantom, his expression now is a bit silly.

But Mozart couldn't help being afraid, he seemed...more and more like Rosen...