After billions of reincarnations

"I, that's really all I know."

The fourth uncle was handcuffed to the torture chair with silver handcuffs, his face was full of snot and tears.

The biggest thing he has done in his life is to rely on himself to be smarter than others, resell Plato's visa and make a fortune.For the fourth uncle, the existence of General Codit was like a fairy in the sky, and he never dared to imagine having contact with it.

The hacker encounter this time has already frightened fourth uncle into a fool.

He originally planned to take revenge on the grandson who betrayed him when he got to Plato, and then he would never do this kind of business again.Go back to the city of Socra and honestly live on the money you earned before.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived in Plato City, he had just settled down to take a breath, and before he could take care of the thin man, a "wow", a large group of soldiers full of evil spirits rushed in, and pointed their cold guns at him on the forehead.

At that time, the fourth uncle still had hope, thinking that the other party was only here to catch illegal smuggling.

"Where's Jiang Ge?"

The other party was looking for someone as soon as he opened his mouth.

Uncle Fourth turned his head subconsciously, wanting to point it out to the other party.

As soon as he turned his head, Fourth Uncle was stunned. There was nothing behind them, and none of Jiang Ge's ghosts who had gotten off the car with him had been seen.In broad daylight, in the blink of an eye, the person on the other side disappeared.

After that, the fourth uncle was taken into a cold metal confinement room, and all the questions were about the kid surnamed Jiang.The fourth uncle revealed everything he knew. When he saw General Codit in front of him today, his soul was about to be frightened, and his intestines were about to turn green.

"Send Nagin over here."

General Codit read all the confessions of the fourth uncle, and there was no emotion on his face.

Nagin is a special agent with the innate ability to read memories.

Soon, Fourth Uncle sat on the chair with dull eyes, and the special agent in military uniform stood in front of him, eyes meeting.On the glass wall in front of the prison cell, projections generally appeared.

Dirty city of Socrates...

Visa for trading...

Fourth Uncle's negotiations with other transit...

……

A bunch of trivial matters made the secretary frowned slightly, and asked Na Jin to read the day when Jiang Ge came to the door.

The screen changes like a phantom.

When a shadow in a white shirt appeared on the screen, Nagin stopped.

The read memory is from the perspective of the fourth uncle.

A young man in a white shirt and a little girl walked into the dimly lit house together.On the screen, the young man looks very soft and graceful.The young man's eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as the photos they obtained through investigation, and he was the registered dead "Vil Drake".

"Why didn't you investigate her?"

General Codit pointed at the little girl on the screen.

The secretary lowered his head: "I'm sorry, we did search the cameras in the city of Sucra back then. But... the surveillance did not capture Jiang Ge appearing with her at all."

"Bring her."

General Codit closed the confession book, his eyes darkened.

On the screen, the young man turned his body slightly and left with the little girl.

The memory is based on the person involved. After the fourth uncle got the money, he didn't pay much attention to Jiang Ge and the little girl who brought him.On the screen, there is only a vague effect—Jiang Ge is sideways, with his hands hanging by his sides, his fingertips are very bright, which seems to be the light outside, or something else.

General Cordit stared at the light.

Suddenly, a strange look crossed his face.

It was like a kind of shocking ecstasy, that kind of ecstasy was close to madness, revealing ten layers of greed.

The secretary was also looking at the screen, thinking of something else.

He had watched the video sent back by the Special Security Department of Sucra City.

The part where Jun Orson is killed.

In the pitch blackness, a ghostly figure stepped out, and the face that suddenly appeared in the camera was half plain white and half gorgeous and coquettish.Eyes as deep as an ancient well, the hatred and murderous intent hidden in the ancient well.Such a face really looked like a vengeful ghost.

If it is a ghost, then it is not surprising that it disappears out of thin air, right?

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Jiang Ge was walking on the street.

The city of Plato is incomparably brilliant. In this huge city with an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of square meters, it accommodates the miniatures of ancient and modern civilizations.There are ancient red and gold cornices, majestic sharp-horned water beasts, steel pavilions, and metal flying buildings... like a bizarre dream.

Now that the general election is approaching, there is an atmosphere of anxiety everywhere among the political minds of the third district.

The propaganda of the congressional faction and the military faction is overwhelming, and it is everywhere.

Jiang Ge walked under a light screen that was broadcasting the military press conference that day in a loop, and on the street opposite him, the sad and generous speech of Congressman Pei La was being played.

Jiang Ge stopped to look at it for a few seconds, and listened to the well-dressed Senator Pei La lash out at the so-called military monitoring system, claiming that this is not a symbolic development, but a crime that pushes mankind to the abyss of destruction. Privacy and liberty of every citizen.

Jiang Ge leaned against the pillar, lit a cigarette, and watched with a blank expression.

He hasn't smoked for a long time.

In so many reincarnations, he had also collapsed to the point of despair, frantically seeking relief.During those hours, Jiang Ge smoked not cigarettes one by one, but box by box.At the same time, he lit dozens of them and threw them beside him, making the whole room full of smoke. He sat in the smoke that almost became a dense fog, and leaned against the wall with one of them.

At that time he seemed to be down and out, a painter, living in a run-down abandoned house.

He paints, the craziest and bloodiest limbs and broken arms, the deepest and thickest darkness, the palest and most ferocious dead bones...

At that time, people in the art world called him a madman and called him a painter from hell.

Many people privately declared that he must be a perverted executioner, only the craziest, most evil and most disgusting people could draw such horrible and bloody pictures.

They swore that the broken limbs and arms in the painting must have been killed by him.

Only Jiang Ge knew it was not.

The broken limbs are him, the darkness is him, and the dead bones are him.He is the one who is desperate, he is the one who is trapped in hell, and he is the one who is struggling crazily.

At that time, someone liked his paintings very much.

It was a homeless man who lived next to him, squatting in rags on the ground, looked up at the paintings, and said, hey, would you like to put a little more sunlight on them, just on the edge of the bone, just a little bit ah.

He smoked and ignored it, his bangs, which hadn't been cut in months, covered his eyes.

The homeless man said that he was so gloomy that he couldn't find a wife like this.

Jiang Ge ignored him at first, but sometimes he would answer a few words later.Then he got used to the tramp coming to his house to collect cigarettes every time.As soon as they are collected, they take away a whole box and sell them for bread.Jiang Ge leaned against the corner of the wall, seeing him being a bandit in an upright manner, and ignored him lazily.

Later, slowly, he smoked less.

From box to box to stick.

He drew pictures as if venting, while the homeless man was pointing at the side and chattering.Then one day, he drew a dense city with dark clouds above the city, black buildings jagged like ghosts, white bones piled up downstairs, and some skeletons struggling to climb up.

He fell asleep at the end of the painting, and when he woke up the next day, he found something extra on the painting.

There was an extra round of small sun, hanging crookedly in the sky of dark clouds.The painting is ugly and the colors are very bright, just like a child's handwriting.

Jiang Ge was silent for a long time in front of the painting.

He repaired the painting, the golden sun broke through the dark clouds, and beams of sword-like light split from the clouds.His hand holding the pen trembled for a long time, and finally the last ray of sunlight lightly fell on the skeleton struggling to climb out.

After finishing the painting, the pen he held "snapped" and fell to the ground.

The homeless man came in poking his head, saw him standing in front of the painting at a glance, and said with a dry smile, "Oh, I'm sorry, I liked drawing when I was a child. If I couldn't hold back, I painted it with a pen. Don't be angry." Ah, don't be angry, can I give you bread as compensation?"

As he spoke, the homeless man leaned in front of him, probably thinking that he was about to lose his temper.

See the repaired painting at a glance.

The homeless man was also stunned for a long time, praising him repeatedly, he deserves to be a famous artist, this picture is so beautifully painted, so beautifully painted.

He started sketching, started painting ancient pictures, and would go out and bring back some other daily necessities.Homeless people come to the house every day to beat the autumn breeze.

However, one day, he cooked meat, and the homeless man didn't come to the house any more.

He knocked open a dilapidated house.

In the end, Jiang Ge figured out that the homeless man was actually a congressman, because when he voted to pass the proposal, he voted against Congressman Pei La's proposal.Not long after, the homeless were unkempt, hunched over and hiding in slums that congressmen would never step into.

But that morning, security police dragged the homeless man from his room.

Then never came back.

"...we will never allow us to live in a transparent box, and now, men with live ammunition, they try to break into everyone's house, drag us out, put us in a glass box, and put a seal on it, and they stand again Watching from the outside of the box and finally declaring - that's safety!"

Councilor Pera's voice rose high, full of empathy.

Jiang Ge took a drag on his cigarette and breathed out the mist.

There are so many past events in his past, so many times, he seems to forget that there are so many past events.Usually, he would not think of those people or those things, only the labor pains were engraved on his spine like a knife's edge.

One knife after another, for a long time, the knife marks are so many that looking at it from a distance, it seems that everything is fine.

Also feel forgotten.

However, at some point, it will always be so unexpected, suddenly because of a photo, a place, a word, a face emerges from the memory as deep as an ancient well.Then, after an incomparably long distance, those sounds, light and shadows passed by the eyes again.

like now.

Senator Pera's speech was still going on, and he was leaning against the pillar, smoking a cigarette in silence.

In the smoke, overwhelmed by memory.

The painter who painted desperate bones all day finally walked out of his room.He washed his face seriously and put on a clean white shirt with black trousers.The gloomy bangs were also cut short, revealing a pale face.Then he looked at the mirror in the room and moved the corners of his lips.

After working hard for a long time, he managed to show a gentle smile that made people feel like a spring day.

——So later, Jiang Ge got used to smiling at people like Fourth Uncle, those who wanted to kill him, and all kinds of people, smiling gently, like a spring breeze.

When he walked cleanly into the street, no one connected him with that crazy painter from hell.

Everyone thinks that this young man makes people look happy physically and mentally, bright and gentle, polite, and loves to laugh.

A young painter in the painting world had an accident. All his paintings are bright and majestic, making people feel that they will sweep away the haze when they see them. The biggest feature is that there is a sun on each picture.

The prices of paintings by young painters have been rising all the way.High-ranking officials and dignitaries like to invite him to draw a picture for themselves and hang it in the main hall to set off their upright and bright character.

In this way, he blended into the high-level with a slanted sword.

Finally one day, Congressman Pei La sent someone to ask him to draw a picture for himself.

After receiving the invitation, he was getting ready in front of the mirror, making sure that he was fresh, clean and decent, and showing a gentle smile in front of the mirror.Then he walked out of the room and got into the car sent by Senator Pera to invite him.

The painting was completed in just one day.

When he was leaving, a person walked out of the gate. Councilor Pei La did not have the habit of sending ordinary people out, and the guards did not become suspicious.

The next day, when Senator Pera's mistress opened the study door, she screamed and fainted.

A painting that is almost indescribable spread on the white wall of the study.

——A round of molten gold sun hangs high in the sky, and the sun like red flames spreads down like thousands of sharp knives.Under such a scorching and bright light, there was a piece of blood-colored land that was scorched to the point of melting.The thick red blood spread out, and the deep and shallow flesh slices piled up to form a bare ground, and a white bone knelt on the ground, extremely twisted, as if crying.

There is no MP Pera on the chair in the study.

He is mounted on the wall.

Hell painters should have used the bloodiest means to depict the sins of the world.

…………

This is a magnificent city.

Intrigue, gore, greed, terror.

This is a glorious city built on bones.

Everyone is wearing a mask on this stage of bones, all of them are wonderful actors, singing and reciting to the whole world, and they know it well but ask other people to be fools.

The smoke rose, and through the smoke, only a skeleton remained of Senator Perla's face.

Jiang Ge felt nauseous for a while.

He stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked into a makeup shop.