After the global recovery I crossed

Naia said that she lied to Lin Xingtao, but the long river they traveled through time and space stopped at a certain point, and when they looked down, it was really Lin Xingtao's funeral.

To be precise, it was Zhao Lue's funeral.

It was a very ordinary day. Meiguo and Zhao Lue bid farewell to their friends who drove their respective sports cars to Rodeo Street, and wandered alone in the deserted suburbs.

He likes to listen to music with noise-cancelling headphones, but today's playlist ranges from youshouldseemeina to HitAndRun, and these songs that he can't get tired of listening to usually make him a little annoyed.

"Hey, boy, I have some good things, do you want to take a look?" A man squatting on the corner of the street called Zhao Lue.

Zhao Lue raised his eyebrows, and even took off the earphones impolitely, and replied directly: "I can't afford it."

The man smiled: "Come on, I can see that your friends are all driving tens of millions of cars. You must not be short of money and beautiful women. Don't you want to have some other fun? I am not an ordinary person here... ..."

Zhao slightly bored: "I'm not talking about money, I'm talking about life, life is only once, stay away from me."

The man was dumb, he didn't seem to dare to do anything to Zhao Lue, he shrugged and continued to squat there.

Zhao Lue also continued to move forward, cut a song at random, and in the middle of the song conversion, a messy current appeared in the earphones worth tens of thousands, and a deep voice was mixed with the current and exploded: "IaIa.CthulhuFhatgn !"

Zhao Lue fiddled with the earphones, and inadvertently glanced behind him.

The man is still squatting there, the vehicles of his friends are gone, and his own shadow stretches long, long on the streets of Los Angeles, the city of angels.

He turned his gaze again, intending to spend a long afternoon in a coffee shop somewhere.

He quickly found one.The wind chimes rattled, and he asked inside, "I saw that the lights were off, but the door was open. Is this business open?"

The lights in the coffee shop did not turn on in response to the sound, but instead, a burst of damp cold fell behind him.

A hand was placed on Zhao Lue's shoulder, and the man squatting on the ground appeared behind Zhao Lue for some reason, and let out a low laugh.

Zhao Lue said impatiently: "Go away—"

He suddenly saw the man's face in the reflection of the glass door—that ugly but human face was turning towards a frog.

First, the eyeballs protrude and bulge rapidly, and the eyelids cannot be closed, and then the skin turns gray-green and clammy.

The scales on the surface of the skin protruded like small pimples, and the hand on Zhao Lue's shoulder produced paddling webs between the five fingers, and a series of disgusting bubbles rolled down on the dark blue felt.

Zhao Lue opened his eyes wide in disbelief, for this abnormal scene beyond imagination.

"You're right, you only live once." The man with a disgusted look muttered vaguely.

The sharp claws scratched Zhao Lue's neck.

... Zhao Lue died.

Here he is not guarded by Ji Shun, and without the awakening of his own power, no matter how high and powerful a mortal is, he will die under a trivial bullet.

He fell in front of the coffee shop where the lights were not turned on, with an expression of disbelief still on his face, the smell of coffee beans overwhelmed the smell of blood, when the mixed-race deep diver left with his flippers , without even causing the sound of the wind chime by the door.

"Let's go and see him—see you." Naia pushed Lin Xingtao, so they walked off the head and landed next to Zhao Lue's body.

Lin Xingtao knew that this was the scene of "Zhao Lue died at the hands of the Deep Divers" he saw behind the door, and it turned out to be fulfilled here.

Then in this inaccessible suburb, Lin Xingtao stood for a long time.

Naia also accompanied him with a smile. His golden cloak occasionally passed through two unrelated worlds, stained with Zhao Lue's blood, like a red edge.

The bright and eye-catching ruby ​​was well placed on Lin Xingtao's forehead, changing colors as the sun dimmed, and Zhao Lue's bloody stool also dried up and turned black layer by layer.

Finally, the owner of the coffee shop, who woke up from a long nap, lazily walked out of the store with the cat in his arms, and found a person lying at the door, bleeding all over the floor.

She took a deep breath and let out a loud scream.

The police car finally arrived, the scene was surrounded by crowds, everyone seemed to be busy, busy on the phone, busy on ohmygod, busy taking pictures, only Zhao Lue was very quiet.

After a while, Zhao Lue's friends galloped back from the hustle and bustle of the Beverly shopping street, and got out of the car panting with joy and beating hearts that had not dissipated.

They kicked away the reporters who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. When they saw what happened, they all began to tremble and swallow their saliva.

When the officers started questioning the identity of the deceased, they were incoherent, and they were still asking, "Um, is he really dead? I mean how is that possible, he shouldn't be here, I mean he shouldn't be dead... fuck it. "

The police officer registered the fragmentary words of the deceased's friend by pressing his eyebrows. As some people gradually calmed down and organized their words, the police officer gradually became terrified about the identity of the deceased.

This was undoubtedly a murder. The son of the rich and powerful from the Hua Kingdom, who had never caused trouble, was outstanding and lovable, died in the Mei Kingdom so easily and for no apparent reason.

When the subordinates reported that the camera in the coffee shop was damaged, everyone actually knew the truth. After all, the owner of the coffee shop did not even turn on the lights. After all, this was a premeditated plan.

This is a long-premeditated conspiracy, who can think of other reasons-no one will think that this is an accident, even though the truth is the random actions of a mixed-race deep diver.

When it was getting late and the pigeons were flying home, Zhao Lue's last friend from abroad finally arrived here.

Under the whirling white, he hurriedly knocked away the onlookers.

From Philadelphia to Los Angeles, nearly six hours, no one knows what he was thinking on the way.

The police officer obviously didn't know why this young boy didn't even button his clothes wrongly, why he kept his mouth tightly shut, squatted down slowly, put his hands on the ground, and didn't say a word.

The whispers of the others gradually stopped, and only two or three people called him cautiously: "Wang Xichen, they are going to take the body home."

So the police officers watched the light in the eyes of this big boy named Wang Xichen go out all of a sudden. They lowered their heads and didn't know what they were thinking. Hit the side hard.

The boy raised his eyes, and the sadness in his eyes made it impossible for the police officer to say what he accused.

When everyone thought the boy would vent heavily again, he said "sorry" dryly—I don't know whether he was speaking to the deceased or the police officer, and then took the earphones from the deceased's neck, worn around his neck.

Regardless of the blood on his hands, he took a heavy step.

It seems that I can't stay any longer, and I want to find a place where there is no one and cry happily.

At this time, the cat of the owner of the coffee shop squatted curiously on top of the trash can, and while the others were busy carrying the remains, he looked at the sad boy and the two men with different expressions and strange clothes opposite him.

The cat frowned and let out a horrific cry as the boy ghosted through the two men.

Naia turned her head and gave a soft "shh", a series of electric currents subtly exploded from the cat's back, and flowed into the earphones along the light of the setting sun.

Lin Xingtao also turned his head slightly, and heard the whisper together with Wang Xichen: "IaIa——Cthulhu——Fhatgn!!!"

Lin Xingtao saw a layer of terrible hatred suddenly appear in Wang Xichen's eyes.

Wang Xichen may not know what happened to Zhao Lue's death, but he remembered this sentence keenly.

Lin Xingtao thought of Wang Xichen who rushed towards Cthulhu regardless of his care during the offensive and defensive battle of Lalaiye on Earth.

Bravery, heroism, waste, idiot, little fool who takes Mr. Ke's weak ship seriously.

He may not want to be a hero, but an Avenger.

[There is no Zhao Lue at all, and there is no hero...I am not a hero. ]

"Do you want to continue watching?" Naia asked calmly.

Lin Xingtao said: "Wang Xichen in other worlds doesn't need to know about this." Including the one from the foundation.

Because it is too sad, people can still struggle to distinguish whether it is Zhao Lue or Lin Xingtao when they are alive, but when they are dead, they can only think about death.

When they occasionally learn about what they have done in other worlds, when Zhao Lue in their own world is still alive, or when they have nothing to do with Lin Xingtao, they don't need to know that they have been close to someone for a person's death. collapse.

Spoiled children who can bear to imagine how sad someone who cared about them will be when they die and take pride in it.

Lin Xingtao doesn't like others crying for him.

A few days later, Fu Ling returned home.

On the mountain road in the capital, there appeared a group of people in black clothes with white flowers pinned to their chests, who were distraught.

Old people, middle-aged people, young people, children...they don't attract people's attention.

Because many people die every day, and this one is just one of them.

He has not yet reached the age to contribute to society, and he has not had time to leave something that belongs to him alone. Although he has an extraordinary family background, he is not worthy of alarming people other than relatives and friends.

There is not much more in the world, and there is not much less in the world. Only a few people lose him, just like losing the whole world.

Listening to the crying, Lin Xingtao watched Naia draw a flower with that pen, followed Zhao Yanjia silently, and secretly offered his own flower.

The flowers trembled in the cold wind, Naia turned around and shouted in the crowd: "Cthulhu must die!"

The long river of time and space flows again, and the huge head rises again at the end of the mountain range.

The huge swollen claws grabbed a huge green figure with a head full of tentacles and a pair of tattered wings dragging behind it from the long river.

That is Cthulhu sleeping at the bottom of the water.

Naia pulled it out.

At the same time, there is also a huge figure of Cthulhu at the other end of the long river of time and space. There, the six-winged angel smashed the flaming long sword into Cthulhu's body, and Cthulhu's body was broken into pieces. They twitched and wanted to close together, but screamed and squeezed through the door when the flames were raging.

——On this side of the door, this side of the long river of time and space, Cthulhu was pulled up, and the swollen claws completely crushed the pile of green.

"Boom." Naia knocked the pharaoh's scepter on the huge head, and smashed all the splashed rotten juice into the abyss of disease under the long river.

He stared at Lin Xingtao silently, with a tall and straight body and bright eyes, brimming with mysterious pride for killing a god by himself.

In the end, he spread his hands and said with a faint smile, "Look, I didn't lie to you. This is not your funeral."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Xingtao glanced at Naia, and his eyes fell on the trembling little flower presented by Naia.

People didn't realize this extra flower, just like they didn't realize that the recovery of Cthulhu in Meiguo had just begun and ended.

The flowers sent by others faded, rotted, and fell into the long river of time and space with the passage of time, but Naia's flower was as white as ever.

Over the years, due to Naia's betrayal, the gods did not come here, and the world developed smoothly.

A mighty road has been built around the mountain road that is trampled by grave-sweepers every year, and mansions and hotels have also sprung up ambitiously. Life has eroded, and the sad and beautiful memories of the past are also condensed into a small party in people's hearts.

Mr. Zhao passed away five years after Zhao Lue's death. Zhao Yanjia followed closely behind. Zhao Xingyi completely gave up his official career and became a leader in the business world. On the same stage as him was Wang Xichen who had returned from Wharton Business School.

The two smiled at each other at a reception, announcing a strong alliance and cooperation.

Wang Xueqing and many of Zhao Lue's friends who grew up in the audience gave warm applause.

They in suits and leather shoes collided with each other with their wine glasses in their hands, [some wear millions of watches on their wrists, some are wrapped with beads that have been opened by eminent monks, and some are clean, white and smooth].

Everyone tacitly vacated the place where Zhao Lue was missing, and the organizer released the white pigeons. The white feathers were scattered, the pigeons were commotion, and the lanterns were shaken.

—Wherever I am, white will hover and dance above my head.

After the reunion reception, everyone dispersed, everyone has their own career and family.

Only when dreaming back at midnight, someone would wake up suddenly, sit on the head of the bed, light a cigarette, and cry in depression.

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"Do you want to continue?" Naia asked softly.

The author has something to say: Naia, a fan circle boy, said to Cthulhu's believers: Cthulhu biss!Your home cooks paste through the heart of the earth!

One more chapter.