sin of lumen

Unscrewing the revolving door at the bottom of LastShadow, He Zhensheng slid down the hanging ladder, but he didn't dare to go any further—he seemed to be late, the spaceship was normal a few minutes ago, now only some dry alloy structures remained, and the flames In the middle of the flight, he saw that the connecting rod between the two spaceships was about to burn out. If he stepped on it rashly, it would probably break the fragile balance and cause the whole to fall.

"Hey," He Zhensheng's scalp was so rare that he stared at the blood man kneeling on the edge of the skeleton, "Can you hear me! Don't move around, support everything around you that can hold you— —”

He was going to use his tungsten steel right hand and a little leverage to take a gamble and drag the person under the hanging ladder together with the supporting point.

But I saw that the man directly grasped it with his backhand, and pulled out the steel bar inserted in the back. He pulled it out not in a hurry, even very calmly, but when the steel bar was completely withdrawn, blood still inevitably splattered.He Zhensheng watched helplessly as the red stick was thrown into the thick fog and fire. Then, Deng Mochi stood up, turned around, and pressed against the pierced bloody hole in his ribs. Along the scorched bones that were shaking up and down, he strode towards him as if walking on level ground.

At the same time, a vortex was stirred up in the air, similar to a tornado, with the spaceship as the eye of the wind, the dense fog around seemed to be driven by huge energy, and quickly dispersed, being excluded from a big circle. Only Deng Mochi, the center, was exceptionally calm.When he walked down the hanging ladder and held He Zhensheng's drooping hand, the combustible gas inside the surrounding area had already started to burn.

Amidst the sound of violently oxidized explosions, the strange bird was besieged, screaming endlessly, this is going to exterminate the family, He Zhensheng thought, enduring the scalding air, struggling to get him onto the spaceship, and quickly ran to the main control room half-armed and half-embraced .Through the portholes along the road, he saw the entire sky burning, only the air in the circle where they were located was exceptionally clear, and the rest, all the fog, burned up in the churning of the cyclone, scorched black and golden red intersected, like clouds A strange thunderstorm is also like a scalded wound.The fire quickly dyed the entire sky red, covering the light of Venus, connecting with the distant sunrise, pushing the world to the end.

He Zhensheng put the man on the co-pilot.

Dun Mochi sat quietly, motionless.Taking off the mask, He Zhensheng saw blood blocking his facial features.The fire fog is getting stronger and stronger, maybe it will burn here later... He thought this way, and at the same time Lucy also reminded that the wind force about ten meters away is too strong, and there is a risk of stalling the spaceship.But He Zhensheng still decided to simply stop the bleeding first, and then talk about other things. His teammate had already lost one, and if he lost this one because of delaying the treatment time, then there was no need for him to return.

However, when he hung up the blood transfusion bag and was about to treat the wound, he realized that he couldn't do it at all.A voice came out of nowhere and sounded in his mind. It was very heavy and dense, but he couldn't hear it clearly and didn't need to hear it clearly. It was like a transmission of consciousness, indistinguishable from his own original ones, but it seemed like an order. Force him into the driver's seat, forcing him to operate LastShadow, in the eye of the wind, all the way down.

He Zhensheng desperately regained some autonomy from this oppression, and turned his head to look at Deng Mochi.He was still so weak, his breathing was very light, and he probably didn't even have the strength to speak.But his eyes were wide open, and in the blood-stained face, he only had those green eyes with a frightening brightness, and he met He Zhensheng's gaze with a tear in his canthus.

This state is quite crazy, but also quite calm, but it is more terrifying than the sea of ​​fire outside the ship.He Zhensheng had never seen such a huge density of anger in Deng Mochi's body. Every second it lasted, Deng Mochi seemed to be tearing apart his flesh and blood, and he was burning himself with arrogance.

"He's not here." Deng Mochi said, spitting out more blood with each word.

I know, I can’t tell you how to mourn, He Zhensheng thought with a splitting headache. At the same time, he also realized that the suppression just now was powerless, and finally managed to regain control of his brain. LastShadow was less than five meters away from the surface of the acid lake. The position narrowly stopped the suicidal descent.

Afterwards, He Zhensheng heard a "plop", and in the turbulence caused by the sudden stop, the co-pilot who couldn't wear a seat belt leaned forward and knocked his forehead on the console.

There were blood spots splashed on the windshield, and also splashed on a groove in the center, where a white rose was actually fixed with adhesive tape, but the owner of the rose could no longer control his body and was completely unconscious.

Is it a dream?Deng Mochi found himself standing on the edge of a round lake.

The water of the lake is emerald green, but it is lifeless and disgusting.I lowered my head and saw the hole in my body, still bubbling blood, painful, very painful, with cuts like knives and marks of bird beak pecking.He is obviously not such a sensitive person to pain.Then he walked up to the lake.Lu Ting is inside, he thought so, as long as he gets close, he will feel it, and he is so sure.

But after walking a few steps, he found that he couldn't step into the water. The lake was like a mirror, supporting him smoothly, rubbing the blood spots he dripped, except that he was not allowed to enter.Sometimes Deng Mochi would rather sink himself. For example, now that he has reached the center of the lake, all the fog should have dispersed. There is no land around, and there is no atmosphere in the sky. He is directly in contact with the universe. There is no end to all of this, but The universe is dark and vast, and there are no stars.

Nothing at all.

Deng Mochi felt strange.He just squatted down and knocked on the lake, trying to knock out a crack so that he could sink himself in. Why did he have trouble breathing?Oh, it seems that it is not difficult to explain, if he is a fish, then Lu Ting is his lake.If he is bloody now and unfortunately his gills have been pulled out, then Lu Ting is the oxygen that directly enters his blood vessels.

So he's in an absolute vacuum right now, and maybe he's about to die.

Deng Mochi stood up again.

He looked to the sky, if he was really special enough—then he should be able to meet God face to face.Or an alien civilization?Cosmic consciousness?There are too many lofty concepts, and for him, they can be whatever they want, too much energy, and it doesn't matter if they tear him apart like Lu Ting's spaceship.But what he saw was still emptiness. In the huge space, his sadness and anger were too small, and he felt numb, so how could he expect others to pay attention.

That's not entirely true.Those subtle emotions in the past don't seem to be thin, someone tasted it together... Oh, that person is gone, so he is looking for it.

He was thinking about Lu Ting again.It seems that after living for so many years, I only know this person.While thinking, Deng Mochi wiped the blood from his slippery hands on his trouser legs, took off his belt, took the belt buckle, and chiseled it on the lake.It's not ice, and I don't know what it is. It won't work, but it's better than bare hands.

Lu Ting is not necessarily below.Or really not.And Deng Mochi has never been the kind of person who is willing to do useless work. Sometimes, he admits that he is lazy, such as before... that was very far away. He felt that raising children was troublesome, and falling in love was also troublesome. Lovers, he often fails to understand their dependence on him.Then time told him that being dependent is lucky, these relationships are not dispensable, loss will hurt, and watching the loss will hurt to death.

But is it his fault?There was no other person to answer, since he was the only one left anyway.Dun Mochi sat down on the ground and chiseled the surface of his lake more vigorously. After digging for an unknown amount of time, the surface of the lake was still smooth and unmarked, not even his belt buckle was worn out.This is the most desperate thing, the world remains static, Deng Mochi thought quietly, I am doing useless work again.But he was going to continue. He was too good at maintaining this kind of muddled state, because he didn't know what he wanted to do and where he wanted to go, so it didn't matter if he was stuck in the same place.Lu Ting felt that he was free to come and go, and there was always a way to go, but there was no place to stay. The latter sentence might be correct, but the former sentence might have misunderstood him too much.

But even if he finally saw his passivity and cowardice clearly, it was too late to explain to Lu Ting.

So be it.Dun Mo thought about it later.Trapped in the here and now, he can't get inside anyone because no one is in the same dimension as him.so be it.So be it.This thought haunted Deng Mochi like a ghost. If he hadn't heard the sound, he was sure that he would keep digging until his hand rotted. Then he would change another one. Maybe at a certain moment he would see a little change, or something Things fell from the sky and made him die happily. Compared with the bleeding hole in his stomach, he couldn't tell which came first.

But his ears remained sensitive, and amidst the chiseling, he heard a clearer sound, which was someone laughing.

"I came to wait for the car too, thinking that I might run into you? I took my umbrella with me. I didn't expect such a coincidence."

"I really have abs! If you don't believe me, just touch it."

"Do you like yellow mustard sauce or Thousand Island sauce? I don't have a very sensitive taste, especially when I have a cold and a fever, I think they are almost the same... People like me still love to cook, haha, it's a disaster."

"You like..."

"You like it."

These words are said with a smile.Very familiar words.Deng Mochi recalled intently, from the very beginning of the acquaintance to the end, when he was holding him at dawn, Lu Ting was not frowning.Why does Lu Ting always have endless smiles when facing him?To Deng Mochi, this was as inexplicable as why he had no memory of it when he forgot it, and why he remembered everything in detail.

Then, when he broke free from his hand and was dragged into the abyss, what was hidden under the mask was also a smile.

So did Lu Ting speak?

Deng Mochi really wanted to hear what he said to himself in the end.

"Boss."

The laughter started again.It was so light that it was fleeting, so Deng Mochi had to stop his tinkling hands.In fact, that person seldom laughed. The upbringing and nobleness on his body always made him smile implicitly. This was observed by Dun Mo sooner or later, and it was also the same conclusion he came to when he met Lu Ting twice. , Lu Ting's smile was just the warmth of the corners of his mouth, and he called his name happily, the temperature and words came out together, and dimples bloomed on his face.

Deng Mochi put down his belt, hugged his knees, buried his face, and curled himself into a ball.Because Lu Ting's voice stopped again, and he was in all directions, which made him unable to distinguish the direction. He wanted to shrink himself to relieve the pain, but immediately realized that it was not the blood hole in his ribs that hurt.Everything that Lu Ting has experienced has already been fully transmitted to him. Up to now, they are constantly colliding in his heart, like a tape being unraveled, and the tape is tightly wrapped around his heart. The bouquet from the vegetable field, to The estrus that came alone after meeting at the station... Deng Mochi saw everything clearly, he could even see the lower city that Lu Ting saw when he was sitting on the back seat of the flying motorcycle when he was a child, he could smell the fragrance of Lu Zhi's hair in front of him, He could even see the closet where Lu Ting was locked, and count the shriveled geckos and mice inside!

This almost broke Deng Mochi.Excessive information is commonplace for him, but what he cares about, such a forceful and continuous arrival is tantamount to driving out his madness.Deng Mochi pinched the back of his hand hard, his nails dug into the skin, and the blood was drawn out, but it was still not enough. He wanted to put his hand into the hollow of his abdomen to see what he could get out. Just when he touched the wound, he calmly accepted all the terrible feelings At that moment, two pairs of feet stood on the green lake beside him, appearing in his peripheral vision.

"You don't want to live anymore?" A woman's voice.

Dun Mochi was dazed, opened his curls, and looked up.

Fair, beautiful, and young, such a woman, with long black hair and wearing a linen shirt dress, was smiling softly at him with her head down.

There was also a little girl by the hand, a thick dress, a round-neck fur coat, stockings, and small leather shoes, all old and neat, with two shiny silver six-pointed star medals buckled on the placket.

At school, she is a good student.

Deng Mochi suddenly seemed to be choked by the throat, mother, sister, what's going on, he tried to open his mouth, but couldn't hear his own pronunciation, he was dumb and lost his mind, but the woman seemed to understand everything , squatted down, and hugged him with a mother's arms.

"Okay, okay," she patted him on the back lightly, "I understand, we understand."

Deng Mochi was finally able to breathe. He panted heavily, and after a while, he sat up straight and took away his mother's two arms around him, "Why are you here?"

The mother smiled, and the cold questioning of him seemed to be expected, "This is the lake in your heart. Before, we couldn't get in, but now your heart can receive anyone's consciousness, even if this The particle field that people leave in this world, which is often called the soul, is so weak that it will be wiped out by time," she said softly, "We are leaving. If you want to leave, you can come with us. This is not A disgraceful thing."

Dun Mochi was silent.shameful?Lu Ting may think that losing the desire to survive can be equated with this, but this term has long been out of his consideration. Looking at the two shadows in front of him, he also suspects that this is a hoax.

"Of course mom wants you to choose to live," the mother said again, holding the girl by her side, looking at Deng Mochi, "but mom also saw that you lived very hard."

"Brother," the girl held his wrist, "don't cry."

I didn't cry.Dun Mo thought about it later.

"We see fire in you..." said the mother sadly, "it burns you very hard."

"Brother, are you Prometheus?" The girl bent down and hugged Deng Mochi's neck, "There are his stories in the book you gave me."

Deng Mochi almost sneered, how could he be Prometheus, he was just a low-grade thief.His stolen fire illuminated no one, including himself.But his chest and abdomen were still cut open, and his heart and liver were gouged out, so they wouldn't grow back.

"I don't have fire on me," he said calmly, frozen in the girl's arms, "I only burn others to death."

"It's your anger." The mother sighed. "Your anger has unmatched energy, and many people want to use it. They always think it will make you stand taller."

"Who wants to take advantage?" Deng Mochi asked sharply.

"It's a prophet..." the girl said timidly, just like how she answered most of Deng Mochi's questions when she was alive, "I didn't open the door for Dad..."

Deng Mochi was in a daze, took her hands off her shoulders, and grabbed her big arms forcefully.

The mother squatted back beside the two of them again, "I didn't have dystocia either. It was the prophet who came in and ordered me to commit suicide." She touched Deng Mochi's eyelids with tears in her eyes, as if there was really something that needed to be wiped off. Moist, "I gave birth to two children before I bled to death."

"..." Deng Mochi blinked twice.

I also had a child.he thinks.

But I didn't give my life to protect it like you did.

At the same time, many doubts became clear. From the very beginning, his suffering was intentional, implicating those who loved him around him, and he lived in layers of regret and deceit.And if it is said that the truth is always accompanied by cruelty, seeing clearly always means a blow, and a heavy blow can push him down, then Deng Mochi is already deeply in the heart of the earth, and he seems to have nothing but self-protective indifference. There are places to go.

"But mom is very happy now, you are not controlled by her, because you have a real heart," the mother still looked at him full of love and apology, and stroked his hair stuck to his forehead with blood and sweat, "this The existence of a heart will also make you suffer the torture that ordinary people do not have to experience. Every time you lose, you will stimulate your potential more. This is the exchange that the prophet has been monitoring you and wants to see, but it is not yourself want."

"Why do I have a heart?" Deng Mochi asked back, "Who gave birth to me with you?"

"It's extraterrestrial...you can't say it's a creature, it's the corrector of the universe," the mother said slowly, "it's a civilization that travels freely in various dimensions, and it's an existence that I can't see clearly. The Omegas who went up with me , Many died, and many gave birth to stillbirths, and you are the only one."

"It's a fairy." The girl said foolishly, blinking her eyelashes.

Deng Mochi felt throbbing in his heart again.

It's not because of a new definition of myself that was suddenly introduced into my mind.The answer given by his mother cannot be said to be beyond the scope of his guess, and this does not prevent him from continuing to feel that life is meaningless.It's just that he once again clearly realized that there are very few people who would say stupid things to himself like this, and he didn't protect any of them.

Up to now, only such a radiant side can be seen, but he has nothing to say, but Lu Ting is not even among them.

"I'm sorry." He said hoarsely.

The mother shook her head slightly, and the girl also covered his mouth, "You have done a good job, I gave you the blood of an ordinary person, your father... gave you a small ability and a great responsibility , but your own body, your ability to bear, is only a little better than ordinary people, and it is different from correctors." The mother paused, and embraced the two children together, "You have already done it. Very good."

"Brother, I still like you very much," the girl hugged his neck tightly again, "I really want to take you along, so you don't have to hesitate any longer, but my mother said no..."

"why?"

"Someone taught you to love, which is also part of a heart, but he is not with us." The mother stood up, pulled her girl, and saw Deng Mochi's eyes filled with sadness and compassion, "He Still in your world."

"If you keep yourself stuck here, you'll really lose him," the girl said earnestly.

With a sway, from sitting to kneeling, Deng Mochi straightened his back.

But his mother and sister suddenly became transparent in front of him. Is this the final dissipation of the particle field under the effect of time?There are still many questions that I haven't had time to ask clearly, but does he want to ask?

"Goodbye." "Goodbye brother!" They waved their hands and said with a smile.

"Goodbye, goodbye." Dun Mochi murmured and repeated, this was something he had no time to say.

The next second, when all the outlines in front of his eyes disappeared, Deng Mochi felt an abnormality under his knees. The green lake was melting, and the universe was also melting, and the boundless thick black was dripping down like a torrential rain...

All this melting is enough to crush a person.

But Deng Mochi stood up.The tide is already surging, this is the lake of his heart, of course he can dominate everything, but outside, he still has unfinished business, unrevenged revenge, people who cannot be lost - he must go back!Connection, still connection, he figured it out, this is the only reason for his existence.What president, what prophet, what higher civilization?All this self-righteousness, everything that tramples him into an ant, go to him, there is no existence that can correct him!

He is who he is, there is no need to tangle between code names and names, he does not belong to any race, and he does not pledge allegiance to any cause.

So he stood up.

With a whole body of sobriety, and complete memory.

The person on the blanket suddenly sat up, startling He Zhensheng.Deng Mochi looked at him normally: "How many days have passed?"

He Zhensheng put down the canned food in his hand: "Three days. I thought you wouldn't wake up, so I went out of the cabin and searched all over the lake—"

"But I found nothing, and I was robbed of supplies by a few big bald birds," Lucy said dissatisfiedly, "Maybe we should go to the sky and conduct a wider investigation. The vast land, he chooses to be farther away from it. However, if Mr. Cosmic Vigorous really fell into the lake, at most an incomplete skeleton can be salvaged. If death is confirmed, please do me a favor and format me If you drop it, the disk will also be thrown into this lake."

He Zhensheng looked carefully at Deng Mochi's face, and said with a hand on his forehead, "Say less."

But Deng Mochi's face didn't have a trace of heart like ashes, he just narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he saw clearly an unknown place in the distance.Then he stood up and looked down at the bandages around his waist, "Broken ribs?"

"Well, four of them were broken. I picked some pieces and kept them for you," He Zhensheng said, taking a cup from the sink in the living room and handing it to Deng Mochi, "I changed your medicine yesterday. , It's almost grown up."

Deng Mochi picked a piece of moderate size from the cup, compared it in his hands, then put the cup aside, and walked out of the living room door.

"Lu Ting is not dead, nor is he here." The voice came to He Zhensheng's ears from afar.

He Zhensheng followed closely, entered the main control room together, and said with a smile: "So you know again, where is your hapless queen."

Deng Mochi nodded, activated LastShadow's high-energy consumption mode with the highest advance speed, and quickly entered the coordinate code without the slowness of his fingers as he had just woken up.

"It was taken away, so give it back to me," he said.

The destination is thousands of miles away, the capital city, the Central District, and the presidential palace.