mayfly era

A few minutes later, Chen Li restarted the "Mother of Fritillary", drove on the floating expressway, and galloped forward against the white light of dawn.

Keep moving forward, maybe you will melt into the dawn.

The smoker did not speak, even though Chen Li's behavior made him uneasy, he still kept quiet, and the cigarette in his mouth did not exhale the slightest smoke.

Chen Li smoked his cigarette and bit it into his mouth.

He knocked out a new one and put it in his mouth again.

Unexpectedly, Chen Li took this one away as well, and the two white disposable vaping cigarettes released a large amount of smoke on Chen Li's pale lips, like a hard-working factory.

"Are you acting like a spoiled child to me?" Smoker asked with a smile.

"I'm robbing you for a cigarette." Chen Li stared straight ahead.

"You all love to snatch my cigarettes," said the pipe.

"Because you must have it there."

"Then I won't smoke anymore."

Chen Li turned to look at him.

"I'm not addicted to cigarettes, I'm just bored, and I'm used to having something around my mouth... I like the smell of e-liquid, preferably the kind that chokes my nose. I always feel that I don't have a good sense of smell." The smoker shook his cigarette case , the sound of plastic and metal colliding came from inside, "This kind, there is no pity if you don't smoke."

"Whoever stops you from smoking, I will kill him."

"Didn't you say that nicotine bites me... Bah, every bite of a small animal will poison me."

"I haven't been poisoned after taking so many bites, which shows that this is not true."

They were already approaching the edge of the central city at this time. Chen Yue parked his car on the public parking lot of a certain factory and lined up with various large industrial vehicles.

"Are you there?" asked the smoking gun.

"No, you can see it after two steps down."

Chen Li said that two steps are really just a few steps away. Opposite the factory reservoir, there is a small white building surrounded by bright red rhododendrons.

They walked through the small path formed by the cistern, which resembled a steel ladder lying on top of it, and came to the foot of the small white building.

"You used to live here?" Smoker looked around, feeling that this geographical location is very strange and not suitable for living.

Chen Li shook his head, "She moved here after she died."

There is not much snow around the Rhododendron, and the flowers and leaves are still bright in the cold wind. I don't know if they have been carefully cleaned by someone, or there is some unknown plant maintenance technology.

The small white building is covered with a thick layer of snow, and the round snow layer makes it look a little more cute.

Chen Li used the password to open the door—his brain told him that it was Bragen language. As for why Chen Chuchu likes and is good at using Bragen language, he is currently too lazy to delve into it.

The small white building still maintains a fresh and clean smell, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor light up gradually with the two people's footsteps.

"Don't you want to visit my room?" Chen Li said.

"If it's inconvenient... huh?" Before the smoker finished speaking, Chen Li had already raised his finger to him.

——At the entrance, in the narrow space under the two-fold electric staircase, there is a small brown-black door.

"Go in and have a look." Chen Li said.

Smoker looked down at his shoulders, "This...can I get in?"

"You can go in as long as your head can go in."

"Okay." The smoking gun made an "accept" gesture, bent down and turned the lock of the small door.

As soon as he was about to get in, Chen Li pulled him up by the collar, "Are you really going in?"

Smoker narrowed his eyes slightly, he felt something dazzled his eyes just now, "There seems to be something inside."

"Can there be anything." Chen Li said angrily, "At most, I can lie down on someone else, and if I have a little more, my waist will fall."

"Look for yourself." The pipe hugged Chen Yue's head, and the two of them stuck their heads at the interface between this small space and the outside world, looking inside.

"It really is." Chen Li frowned, and he also saw a star not far away.

He leaned forward from the side of the smoking gun and got half of his body in, his waist stretched out like a cheetah. Because the entrance was too narrow, his legs were stuck next to the half-kneeling thigh of the smoking gun, and the seams were tightly twisted, full of spring.

Smoker thought, now is an excellent opportunity to play hooligans, but he is afraid that Chen Li will wring his head off in the future—or the kind with his legs wrapped around his neck.

So he very gentlemanly supported Boss Chen's waist and sent him in.

"What?" asked the pipe.

Chen Li didn't speak, he had already crawled to the end, propped up on the top and knelt down to the lowest level, he was very familiar with this space height, after all, it used to be his "room".

In front of him was a long knife leaning against the wall.

It has a lacquered gold handle, a lion-headed sword, and a jet-black shell with a sand gold lining. It is obvious from a glance that the cost is high, and the manual cost alone can probably buy Chen Yue's store on Bar Street.

He stared at Dao in a daze for a while, and suddenly felt the warmth behind him, Smoker didn't hear his response, so he squeezed in too, bumping his head frequently along the way, covering his head with a stupid look.

Chen Yue took out an electric pen from his back waist and bit it in his mouth. He reached out to fetch the long knife and pulled out a section. The white blade like water collided with the light, reflecting the sharp light that stings people's eyes.

"Good knife." Smoker praised.

A good hardcover knife is already extremely rare, but Chen Li knows that this knife is much more than that.

Because he could feel the slight impact when the electric current interacted in the lacquered gold handle.

He flicked it violently, and the lion swallowed an electronic shield that looked as thin as a cicada's wings in an instant. If there was enough space, the shield could expand to all directions.

The shield knife, a weapon that combines a knife and a protective shield, was all the rage hundreds of years ago.

What is this, a present?

How can anyone start acting like a good mother after death.

Chen Li smiled helplessly in his heart.

He put away the shield knife and stood back against the wall, turned off the electric pen, climbed a few steps towards the door, stretched his arms, and closed the door.

suddenly dark.

With a "bang", the pipe covered his head and groaned, "Damn..."

"Someone is coming." Chen Li said, put his palm on the top of the bong, and cursed in a low voice, "Did you hit it stupidly? Why do you keep bumping up?"

"Oh, shit, I'm so stupid."

Chen Li could feel the cool hair of the pipe rubbing against his face, disturbing people like a clumsy little animal.He simply pressed the pipe's head into his arms. In the narrow space, he could only kneel with his back bent, not to mention the twisted posture of the pipe.

"Don't worry, I'll listen." He whispered.

"What are you listening to? Why didn't I hear..." Smoker asked in an airy voice.

Immediately he also heard the sound of electricity entering the lock valve, and soon the door of the small white building was cracked, and the mechanism bounced open one by one.

Then came the sound of slow, heavy footsteps.

Chen Li listened silently, trying to push from hearing to vision—his own hearing and others' vision.

Another perspective slowly opened in front of his eyes, blurred and shaky, like an aging electronic screen, covered with snowflake-like scars.

Following this angle of view, he walked up the stairs, into the living room, and what he did in the living room—he saw an old hand touching the decorations on the table, and then the old hand made a "human" appearance, from One end of the table "walks" to the other.

This is clearly something that children would do.

Then the turbulent and chaotic vision turned to Chen Ming's bookcase. It was still the old hand who precisely picked out an electronic experiment book from it and held it in his hand.

Then I kept looking at the front page of the experiment book.

keep watching...

"Old Yan, I'll go out for a while." Chen Li said.

"I'm waiting for you here?" Smoker asked in a low voice.

"As you please, but don't go upstairs."

Chen Li pushed open the small door and crawled out. He took a deep breath of the outside air, and wondered how he had lived in this rat-like place for more than ten years.

He jumped up the stairs briskly, finished the stairs in front of him in a few steps, and went up to the second floor.

"Shang Liming, or should I call you, 'the monster from the unknown world'." Chen Li's tone was as brisk as his steps.

"Hello." The old man in front of him, who looked like he was dying, nodded slightly to him, and he still held the thin electronic experiment book in his hand, "What should I call you?"

"Chen Li."

"You shouldn't be called that name." Shang Liming said.

"My name used to be Chen Ye."

"This should be your name." Shang Liming smiled gently.

"The name is just a code name that is convenient for others to call you. If no one calls you again, does your name still have meaning?" Chen Li said in a flat tone.

Shang Liming shook his head, "I don't understand these things, but I think names are important."

"So, who is Chen Ming?"

"She told me her name is Chen Ming, bright Ming."

Chen Li nodded, "I had a hunch that you would come here today. You really came. I used to get a headache when I got close to you. When I met you last time, Leviathan appeared in front of me... What kind of monster are you? .”

"I am the same kind as you." Shang Liming's tone was so gentle that it was even weak.

He is not Shang Liming, nor Young Master Mei, nor is he the sacrificial professor who dreams of being an emperor in the dungeon.

He should be Leviathan in Chenming's dream.

"I'm not the same kind as you." Chen Li leaned his weight on the edge of Chen Ming's thick alloy desk, he looked at Shang Liming, "Look for Chen Ming, she has been dead for many years, more than eight years. "

"I came... so late." There was no obvious sadness in Shang Liming's tone, only a little bit of loss.

"If you want to honor her, I can have a drink with you."

"I haven't had a drink yet." Shang Liming said.

Chen Li laughed, "Sounds like a child."

"Based on the experience I have accumulated in a complex human society like yours, I can indeed be said to be a child." Shang Liming said.

Obviously wrapped in an old skin.

"I still have a few questions." Chen Li said.

"I'll answer you as much as possible." Shang Liming said sincerely, his expression was so clean that it was hard to doubt.

"Where are you from?" Chen Li asked.

"From a barren land, if it can be called land without soil, you can call it 'the barren land'."

Chen Li tilted his head, showing a flippant and slightly mocking smile, "So you are an alien?"

"Planet? No." Shang Liming shook his head, his hand still clenched on the electronic experiment book.

"What are you doing with it?" Chen Li asked.

"There are her notes on it, I...I like it very much." Shang Liming showed a slightly shy smile on his old face, innocent as a boy.

"Master Mei and you are symbiotic?" Chen Li turned to another question.

"He was the first person to talk to me since I came into this world, and he talked to me with a small electronic pulser... It was very interesting."

Chen Li nodded, "Where's that professor, you directly surpassed his consciousness?"

"When I met him, his mind was so confused that I couldn't understand it... I slept in his body for a while."

Chen Li thought, in this way, everything will make sense.

This is something that Chen Ming's weird brain seduced from another world.She called it "Leviathan," and it's now "Shang Dawn."

The [-]D-printed thrones that he and Lao Yan found in the dungeon were built for himself by the sacrificial professor who thought he had suddenly obtained divine power.

Later, the professor was burned to death by the corrosive liquid in the dungeon, but was driven by the "Leviathan" in his body to climb up to the ground, and was picked up by the counter-reformers. After that, the "Leviathan"'s solitary nature made him return to the dungeon again.

Before this, Master Mei jumped into the dungeon and encountered "Leviathan" by chance, communicated with "Leviathan", and symbiotically lived with him in his body after the professor's death - the consumption of this symbiosis consumed Master Mei to It became a living honey orchid that was in shape.

Then Master Mei died, and the "Leviathan" was lodged in the body of the real Shang Liming, the dying old man pushed by his ex-wife to take the blame.

"Is Shang Liming still alive?" Chen Li asked.

Shang Liming shook his head, "He is very sick and has already left this world."

"Then you plan to use his identity to live on?" Chen Li stood up straight and walked around to Chen Ming's big bookcase. He remembered that Chen Ming hid a bottle of good wine.

But she didn't get a chance to drink it.

Then let me do it for you.Chen Li thought.

"I like this identity very much. This identity used to be very close to her." Shang Liming said softly.

"Killed her."

"do you mind?"

Shang Liming's words made Chen Li turn his head, and looked at him curiously, "Do I mind? Why do you care if I don't mind?"

"You are her child, and you have the same smell as her."

"Do you like me?"

Shang Liming shook his head, "I don't like it, she is unique."

Chen Li found the bottle of wine, and there was a combination lock hanging on the opening, "Crazy."

"I can open it for you." Shang Liming said.

"No need." Chen Li pulled out the rib from the back waist and easily pried the lock open.

A line of blue words suddenly lit up on the quaint wine bottle - "please drink, son".

"Crazy." Chen Li couldn't help cursing again, and roughly unscrewed the small projector in the bottle cap, and then took out two disposable cups from under the table.

He thought for a while, then took out the third cup, "My boyfriend is getting impatient, drink this cup quickly, and then answer a few questions for me."

The wine in the bottle is bright amber, Chen Li thought, I will take this bottle away later.

Shang Liming raised his wine glass and wanted to toast Chen Yue, but Chen Yue ignored him, stretched out his hand and poured a glass of wine on the ground, and said softly, "To you, General Chen."

His movements attracted the detection of the cleaning system, and the wine on the ground was quickly cleaned up.

Shang Liming withdrew his hand in embarrassment, he put it on his lips and took a sip, immediately frowned, and straightened the corners of his mouth childishly.

Chen Li drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and watched Shang Liming finish the wine in the glass with eyes like cold water.

"What's your relationship with Cong Shanqin?" Chen Li asked.

"I'm helping him with an experiment." Shang Liming replied.

"Why did you help him?"

"He promised to give me her head."

Chen Li's heart trembled, even though the answer had been rolled over in his heart thousands of times, he continued to ask in a deep voice, "What experiment?"

"Smart brain bionic man."

"What do you mean?" Chen Li frowned.

"With instructions from his brain, as long as his brain is not dead, he can remotely control an entire army of bionics."

"What are the chances of success?"

"It's hard."

"why?"

"Because he is too old and his brain is not strong enough." While talking, Shang Liming suddenly showed a strange smile.

The next moment, Chen Li's hand pinched Shang Liming's mouth. At the same time, a silver head emerged from behind Shang Liming, and a gun barrel that was also silver was pressed against the back of Shang Liming's head.

"You like this body, don't you?" Chen Li asked coldly, his voice full of coercion.

Shang Liming's cloudy old eyes were still quiet, and he nodded slightly.

"Thank you for letting me know Cong Shanqin's purpose. I am her son. If you harm me, she will be sad." Chen Yue said.

Shang Liming nodded.

Chen Li let go of the restraining hand, and said to Shang Liming, "Since you love Chen Ming, then you should also favor me."

"But you don't look like her at all," Shang Liming said, "and you are not as gentle as her."

Shocked, Chen Li leaned over to ask Smoker, "He said I'm not as gentle as Chen Ming."

"I haven't seen Chen Ming before," Yan Qiang said, "but you are indeed not gentle."

"I'm not gentle, but she is cruel." Chen Li continued to tilt his body and said.

"How can she be cruel, she is the most gentle person I have ever seen." Shang Liming retorted.

Smoker was helpless, "I haven't seen her at all, how can I participate in your discussion."

Shang Liming carefully moved his body away from the muzzle of the bong, with an uncomfortable expression on his face, "Can I go? I still have work."

Chen Li raised his chin.

After Shang Liming left, Smoker's first words were reprimands, "Why are you drinking again?"

And Chen Li's first sentence was, "Old Smoke, I can't do it anymore."

After saying this, he threw himself into the arms of the smoking gun. Before he passed out, he struggled and said, "Old Yan, give me that bottle of wine..."

"Don't even think about it!"