sin of lumen

This feeling is there again, and it’s not new at all—you’re doing something too late, knowing it doesn’t make sense, but doing it anyway.Dun Mochi thought back to the years when he was young and stupid a long time ago, because he didn't want to be beaten, he hid under the bed, or wandered on the street, trying to disappear from the world.

Of course, he can clearly foresee the fate of being dragged out and beaten. If he keeps wandering around, he will be taken back to the bungalow by the patrol as a suspicious person and handed over to his parents. If he can't find the parents, he will be sent directly to the artificial As a volunteer at the training base, he spends his whole life doing heavy physical work.Actually when the hysterical beatings started it was too late to dodge, but he still had to dodge every time.

The reason is that during that period of time under the bed board and on the street, he could more or less feel the so-called "safety".

The same is true now.Half a month has passed, and if it is regarded as a unit for measuring torture, then the current half an hour seems too meager and too insignificant.But Deng Mochi still couldn't give up, even if it was just the possibility of arriving half a minute earlier.He didn't know where his brother was, and he wasn't sure if his sister was still alive, but if he was alive, dying, with no scars, as long as he was alive.He wanted to make her suffer as little as possible.

So Deng Mochi drove the motorcycle to the fastest speed and took every shortcut he remembered. Lu Ting argued with someone behind his back, "It's a little girl, someone else's 14-year-old child was abducted!" The signal is not good, the rain is too heavy, or for other reasons, his call is intermittent, "Who am I? Ordinary dialer dare to hang up on me, right? Take a good look now, dedicated line, you say I am Who? If you understand, call the police immediately!"

He took out all the arrogance of the children of high officials, but he was not proficient, as if he was tired too.Deng Mochi listened silently, without much expectation in his heart. The water in the Erebus club was too deep, especially the headquarters one. A sudden search would most likely offend someone who was more difficult to mess with than the president's youngest son.Sure enough, when they arrived at the Bright Moon City and squeezed through the wide streets and narrow alleys that were still bustling in the rain, there was no movement at the gate of Erebus, only the graceful and colorful signboards were still gorgeous in the rain.

The group of wimps in the police station really performed well.

Lu Ting was extremely shocked, he didn't say a word for a while, his expression said everything: he just knew that such a thing would happen in this world.

The two jumped off the motorcycle and ran towards the entrance of the club together.

Running to the door, before going up the steps, Deng Mochi was suddenly grabbed by his ankle. For a second, he didn't even know that there was someone on the ground.Looking down, there was a thin guy curled up at the foot of the steps. His body was covered in black mud, which had been mixed with the ground, and his original clothes and skin color could not be seen at all.He was probably dying, and he couldn't lift his head at all. It seemed that he had used all his strength to grab people, but he was still weak.

Deng Mochi forced himself to squat down, he held up the man's chin, and wiped away the dirt on his face with the rain. The familiar face was so thin that it looked like a ghost under the neon lights.

"Brother, brother..." R179 choked several times, his eyelids were so swollen that he couldn't open his eyes, and his skin was covered with pus, "Sister...cough, it's inside!"

"Both legs are broken, and I don't know if there is anything wrong with the spine." Lu Ting has already roughly checked his injuries, new injuries, old injuries, and festers from the acid rain. "The side of the waist should have just been injured." It was hit with a blunt instrument and still oozing blood."

"You send him to the hospital." Deng Mochi said.

"I have to go in with you," the bracelet's heat-sensitive keyboard flashed faint blue light in the rain, Lu Ting's voice was suppressed and trembling, "I'm calling an ambulance, I'm calling an ambulance."

"Go straight, and there will be an emergency center after two intersections." Deng Mochi hugged R179, "The leg is already broken, so we can't lose too much blood."

The number was horizontal on the light screen, but Lu Ting did not press it in the end.At this time, here, the trust system of public service seems to have collapsed in him.He bent down silently, took the little boy who was about to fall apart on his back, and held it steady carefully.Deng Mochi heard his breathing very clearly, stumbled in the rain, and also saw his brother's bloody hand, opening and clenching in vain, as if trying to grab something.

"I'll come back and look for you when you settle down over there, very soon," Lu Ting ran two steps and then turned back, "You pay attention to safety, you must keep in touch!"

Deng Mochi had already entered the gate of the club. He heard Lu Ting's words, but he didn't have time to answer them.It was not difficult for him to find a little girl in this huge four-story building. A waiter greeted him, probably because of his desolate appearance soaked in rain that aroused suspicion.Before the probing words could be asked, the man was watched by Deng Mochi, and suddenly he shut up obediently and led the way. He took Deng Mochi to find a foreman, and the foreman went through the same change as him, from guard to obedience, Then he led Deng Mochi to the right place, fell to the corner of the wall, and fell into a deep sleep.

Normally, it would be easy to hypnotize two people, but Deng Mochi already felt the difficulty.He was standing in front of a basement door, and the smell of makeup and decayed willows sank along with him, as well as the flood of pheromones, wrapped in the desire to roll over the building.The door had already been opened by the foreman, and it was dark inside, still exuding an even more headache-wrenching aura.

The intuition has already come, and it is never late, which is why Deng Mochi is afraid of that door.Yes, he was afraid, and felt exaggeratedly cold when his fingers touched the door panel. When he walked in and stood in that room, the cold penetrated into every inch of his skin, as if it could freeze the blood vessels.

The miracle did not happen after all.

This room was at least five meters long and wide. The concrete floor was covered with white plastic sheets, and each piece was covered with a small corpse.sixty.Dun Mochi didn't want to count, but his brain responded one step ahead of him, and he could still see clearly no matter how dim the light was.This made him very desperate.

Dun Mochi walked between the corpses, avoiding those tiny limbs, and found his sister in the northeast corner of the house.She was wearing a delicate red dress, the dress was stained with blood, so the skirt was dyed black.On the exposed skin, the scars were roughly covered by the thick foundation, and the disheveled braids lay quietly on her chest. Deng Mochi couldn't tell whether they were the two braids he had braided by himself.

He tore off a pale label from R180's face.The covered skin had begun to turn black.

The label reads: Lily, non-artificial human, female Omega, 14 years old, died on October 10, and is expected to be out of the warehouse on October 27.

Wrapping the R180 tightly with his own coat and carrying it out of the basement, this label stuck to the back of Deng Mochi's hand.He met many security guards who saw the surveillance cameras and came to arrest him. When they all fell to the ground, the label remained in place.What does the so-called "out of the warehouse" mean, a girl who died tragically was packed up with heavy makeup and sent out for burial, or what?

This question mark contained a huge desire to vomit, and it swept across Deng Mochi's body like a swarm of locusts. He bit his lip to keep calm. It didn't matter whether he was angry or numb. In this narrow gap between heaven and earth, his Feelings have never mattered.Deng Mochi just reconfirmed what he was going to do now. First, he had to find the office of the person in charge. On the fourth floor, the foreman had already said everything just now, and then he wanted to find out For the information of each client, kill the person in charge, and then kill those clients.

He also asked R180 to sit on the side, put a cushion on her, and asked her to watch the process with gray eyes.

No one stopped him.The theme of the first floor is the Baroque palace, and the second floor is Chinese ink painting. When he walked to the third floor and saw the palm murals in the style of Pacific islands, he suddenly felt a burst of heat. I don't know how big the fire was, but the wooden stair handrails were burnt in a row, like a high wall.

The sex workers were ordered by the broadcast to stay where they were to avoid a stampede, and all the people who fled from their houses in panic were the guests.They huddled together and wanted to stay away from the high wall, rolling and crawling to squeeze down, while Deng Mochi went against the group of prostitutes who were too late to buckle their belts, ignoring the high pillar of fire, and only protected the R180 in his arms. Step by step to the top.

Looking at the countless heads with cold eyes, he felt stripped and had a splitting headache.Countless thoughts flashed through a short distance, and Dun Mochi thought, if I have a soul—if this soul still exists, it must be floating in the air by now.The nose was bleeding, and the throat was overflowing with bitterness, but all these pains were tightly pressed against his body, and all of them were so vague, only the stinging pain of the burning fire was clear, and even gave him a sense of kindness.

Although he was in pain, he was not burned, even though the tongue of flames scorched his skin.The fire was so evil that it seemed that it couldn't hurt him.

A few minutes later, standing outside the door of that office, Deng Mochi heard the anxious roar of the person in charge, and he has not run away until now. He really deserves the title of "person in charge".When pushing the door, Deng Mochi suddenly laughed, because all this was indeed too ridiculous. He realized that this day was not only the birthday of his younger siblings, but also the anniversary of his mother's death.His unrecognizable mother died in childbirth.It was also the same kind of fire that burned him at night and surrounded him ragingly. From the swollen face of R180, he could see the stiff curled fingers and the blood stained half of the bed. At that time, he cried heartbreakingly. The sound seemed to return to his body.

Mom died, and it was a painful death, and there was nothing I could do...

That's what he was thinking at the time.

He actually remembered.Taste it a little bit, and dare not think about it in depth.

When Deng Mochi woke up, he was sitting under a row of leaky eaves, behind him was a dilapidated one-story house, and the family chatting and laughing at dinner could be heard from the wall.The torrential rain continued, and he was still in Mingyue City. The gray wall opposite the alley reflected bright and dark lights, which came from the flickering light tubes of police cars and fire trucks.

He stood up, walked around the wall that blocked his view, and squinted his eyes from a distance of more than 100 meters. The fire that burned through the four-story building was still alive, billowing thick smoke, which was illuminated in gray red, and scattered in black of the air.

The last frame with a clear impression is the distorted face of the head of the club. Dun Mo slowly recalled that after killing someone, he had a premonition that he was about to faint, so he went here to rest, and he really passed out. Don't know how long it lasted.Now when I woke up, I found that the front of the shirt was covered with blood stains, which had been washed into a large area by the rain, and there were also blood scabs on the middle and chin, which peeled off like a wall, as if he had a lot of nosebleeds just now, maybe Also vomiting blood.

But he couldn't remember why he wanted to kill someone.

I can't remember why I insisted on going upwards when the fire spread.It seems that he is holding a heavy thing, and his heart is full of a heavy emotion called hatred.

What's even more strange is that suddenly there are many long-term things in his mind, such as a woman's face, and a voice in his heart tells him, this is your mother.He thought of the patches his mother made for himself, the cartoons he drew, the birthday songs he sang...these insignificant things.It seems that all of them have been lost for a long time, and when he looks back at them, the biggest feeling is that they are strange.

There are also some weirder impressions filling his brain, blocking his thinking, and drawing back and forth in a disorderly manner.Deng Mochi intuited that he had an army, but the entire army was wiped out. He also intuited that he had been to space, such as Mars or the moon?He even intuited that he had died once, and with the pain of unfulfilled ambition, he smashed into the deep seabed like an explosion.

Dun Mochi couldn't be sure if these were real memories.

He was at a loss as to who he was and what his name was.

He just realized that his memory was subverted, some things were suppressed, and some things were awakened.

This feeling of cleansing... trance-like deja vu.

Dun Mochi sneezed from the cold, and went back to the eaves where he had just sheltered from the rain. Looking sideways, he saw a black shadow huddled in the corner of the wall. When he got closer, he saw that it was a little girl in a foreign dress, wrapped in a Big coat, no breathing.

who are you?

Although there was no answer, Deng Mochi suddenly felt strongly sad.He stopped there and stared at it for more than ten minutes before he captured an extremely subtle impression in his mind - the murder just now was for this girl.

The coat is his clothes.

Then, he pondered for a long time before he recalled with certainty that she seemed to be his younger sister.Because he remembered how this face looked when he smiled and called him brother, it wasn't like a fantasy, it wasn't like a fake.Are there any other relatives?How only the mother is impressive, but the mother is dead.Now my sister is dead too.Is there anyone else?

It was another unanswerable question. The more Deng Mochi thought about it, the more he was dragged off the track.Looking at the label on the back of his hand, he vaguely remembered what happened to this girl. Although there was no cause and effect, the paleness of her whole body when she was lying on the plastic sheet flashed in his mind. What are you doing... Deng Mochi probably understood why he killed someone, and the pain of being deeply bullied and helpless also rushed back.

Regarding the past life, it can probably be restored in this way-he started to live an honest life after experiencing some adventures, and raised a younger sister named Lily, who was only 14 years old this year, but was arrested as a child prostitute.Then, I am here now for revenge.People were killed, and the building was burned. How did it start? He set the fire?Anyway, he is still alive, is that revenge?

There must be other problems... Deng Mochi illuminated his face on the ground with the distant white light, those lines were disturbed by the raindrops, very rough, but enough for him to see his two green eyes. It's so eye-catching, and the string of barcodes on the neck.Suddenly he understood everything.It turns out that I am a cyborg, or their offspring, so what exactly happened to cause the nameless hatred in my heart is also very easy to explain.

It's nothing more than being out of place since childhood, everyone can be bullied, and it's nothing more than that he wants to live as a human being, but all the spearheads run over him, treating him like a dog.

As for why Lily's label says "non-artificial human", I'm afraid she was too young to have a barcode printed on the side of her neck, so she was misidentified.

Dun Mochi followed the logic, and began to rummage around himself again. He found a mobile phone in his trouser pocket, but it was soaked in water and could no longer be used.I also found a few rotten notes and keys that I couldn't remember, all of which were equally meaningless.Afterwards, he sat back next to "Lily" and took a moment to sort out the messed up thoughts. It was gratifying that he didn't seem to have lost too many memories, and he could slowly recover them if he recalled them carefully. No clue.In the end, several relatively important and confident conclusions were drawn:

1. Information such as age number, DNA, etc. can be retrieved by scanning the barcode, so there is no need to worry.

2. Basic skills such as programming and mechanical manufacturing are not lost, and you can get started with a little thought.

3. I am poor.

4. But there is a bungalow, I probably remember the address.There are some useful things in it.

5. There is another spaceship... there should be one.It sank on the bottom of the sea, and I remember the coordinates. It seems that it was repaired with great effort a while ago?I have to verify it when I have time.

6. At the same time, there are some extra skills, such as the five senses are super sharp, and the brain can think about many things at the same time. These seem unbelievable but they are all true.Also, I have the impression that I can hypnotize others, but it will cause headaches and severe bleeding?I'll have to find someone to try in a while.

7. No relatives.I am the only one left.

8. Before the memory disorder, I may have thought of rebelling, but it is very likely that I have already rebelled but failed.

After thinking this through, the fire not far away had been extinguished and turned into the home of the police. Deng Mochi remained far away, watching the chaotic search and evidence collection with cold eyes, feeling separated from the world again.He thought to himself that his memory had indeed been cleaned.Maybe something was added too.In short, many years ago, he lost all his memories of the previous day after a similar fire and fainting. Now he remembered some parts by mistake, such as that gentle mother, which made him feel vulnerable.

Vulnerability was the last thing he needed right now.He doesn't even need any emotion, just hatred, whether justified or inexplicable - he is filled with hatred.Fragments of my sister's voice and appearance kept piling up in my heart, forming an incomplete version of her, like a misplaced doll, reminding him of his loss.He must have lost more, otherwise it would be impossible to be so sad like now, sentimentality is the most boring thing, he doesn't know if he has looked at this **** world like this before, but he can tell himself now, you don't love it anymore up.

Artificial humans are themselves a race that is not qualified to love, isn't it?

Dun Mochi raised his head, washed the blood off his face with rainwater, and prepared to leave.In the bone-piercing cold rain, he only felt depressed and hot, and he didn't want to spend too long in this cramped corner.Before leaving, he took one last look at his sister and called her "Lily" in his heart. It was very strange and sad. He began to suspect that she had other names, but he was not going to take her away.

He also took a last look at the silent fire scene, the listless police cars, and the grizzled policemen, all of whom were hopelessly stupid.Then he turned around and backed away from the edge of the distant bright light. The moment he lowered his head, his left hand flashed suddenly. When he raised his hand and looked at it, Deng Mochi suddenly saw a small silver ring, which was quietly wrapped around his ring finger.

He just saw it.But it's always here.There was a throbbing pain in my heart, ten times, a hundred times heavier than when I bid farewell to my sister's body, like a hand clenched tightly, pressing his left and right ventricles together.But that doesn't seem to be an important thing.Dun Mochi didn't touch the ring, put down his hand, and disappeared into the thick fog in the narrow alley alone.