Lu Mingfei Development Program

Chapter 575: A Life as Thick as a Photo Album

The morning sun shone on the mottled outer wall of the old building. Lu Mingfei stepped into the old neighborhood that still felt cold. The door of the Shangshan sisters' home downstairs was still closed. They were still in Florence, cooperating with Chu Yuzhen and Lucrezia.

Chen Motong's disappearance has now involved extraordinary events, but Lucrecia is not giving up. The Caser Rome branch is almost a "family business" of the Gattuso family, and the scope of its jurisdiction is also equivalent to the "territory" of the Gattuso family.

No matter how Chen Motong disappeared, the place where she disappeared was still in Italy. Lucrecia felt that she should be responsible for this.

She didn't believe that a person could disappear so completely. Everything that existed must have its traces. Figel's discovery had told them that the seemingly strange mastermind behind the scenes was not omnipotent and he still had loopholes.

Lucrecia believes that there may be more than one such loophole, and there may be some clues in Florence, where the accident occurred.

The three Shangshan sisters stayed there to help. Like the other girls, they were more concerned about the fact that "Chen Motong didn't exist" than about "trusting Lu Mingfei". But as Chen Motong's distant cousins, even if they didn't remember each other, they should at least question themselves.

Renata and the others are still in the Black Prince Group. Su Enxi's words can give her computing power comparable to that of a supercomputer. Renata can copy her words, and the two of them provide support to the girls in the West.

As for Jiude Mai, there was little use for her to stay there. But rather than staying here and getting along with the Dragon Kings, she would rather be a maid running errands for her sisters.

When Lu Mingfei opened the door of his house, he was surprised to see the unusually cold room. Xia Mi was not in the room. He thought about it and felt that she should be in Nibelungen.

The last time Constance showed hostility to her, she had made drastic changes to her Nibelungen. Now that the one who had awakened was the Dragon King Nidhogg, the Creator of Kings, she should have prepared something.

Pushing open the door of his room, he walked to the cabinet with a large floor-length mirror. Just as Lu Mingfei was about to reach out and touch the mirror at the entrance to Nibelungen, he suddenly paused.

He looked back and saw the photo album that Chen Motong sent her lying quietly on the computer desk.

I went back to my computer desk and picked up the album. In a way, this album could be considered a "bug" in the disappearance of Chen Motong. Everything related to Chen Motong in this world had disappeared, and her photos should not have been left behind.

But this photo album finally came into his hands. If Figel had not discovered it, this photo album would probably be the last trace of that quirky girl left in this world.

Lu Mingfei also knew that something was wrong with the album, so he immediately told the girls about the courier's information, at least to find out the address of the package. Unfortunately, the courier's information could not be found, and the package seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

The album itself is unremarkable, with no hidden message. It is simply a collection of photos of a girl showing off her beauty.

Lu Mingfei picked up the photo album and opened it. This was not the first time he had looked through this album, but every time he opened it, he felt a little unhappy.

The album cover was very well made, and it was obvious that Chen Motong had put a lot of effort into misleading the teenagers decades later. The cover was of course her own, a girl with wine-red hair, wrapped in an Indian sari, sitting cross-legged in a Japanese-style house, with the warm afternoon sun shining behind her, graceful and hazy.

Her body was almost naked under her sari, and although she was facing away from the camera, it was enough to arouse people's imagination. No wonder she was so confident that she made boys blush and their hearts beat fast decades later.

Lu Mingfei silently flipped through the album, watching this girl forgotten by the world showing her beauty in each photo. There were photos of her soaking in the water, with only her head exposed, the ripples of the spring water distorting her beautiful body; there were photos of her walking in the old town of an unknown city, the drizzle of the bathing wet her skirt, revealing the enchanting traces of her underwear straps...

The ones in the front were taken by the photographer, while the ones in the back were taken by Chen Motong herself. There were her makeup photos in the dark green school uniform; the award-winning photo of her playing the Black Swan in a black gauze skirt; and a photo of herself sitting on the playground after the high school ceremony...

The age of the girls in the photos was getting younger and younger. The last photo was of a baby lying in an incubator, crying loudly, with a wrinkled and ugly face.

Lu Mingfei discovered one thing, Chen Motong in the photos showed off her beauty wantonly, sometimes looking quirky, sometimes quiet, but in all the photos, there was only her.

There are no family members, no friends, and even no passers-by who might accidentally appear in the photo. It is as if anyone who has viewed this album has viewed the entire life of this girl named Chen Motong.

Lu Mingfei closed the photo album. The first half of the album, as Chen Motong said, would make young boys blush and their hearts beat fast, but the second half was just a photo of a lonely and even somewhat depressed girl.

Perhaps Chen Motong never intended to show this photo album to anyone. The so-called waiting decades later to make young boys blush and their hearts beat fast did not exist at all. She simply left her appearance every year since she was born and her entire life in this photo album which was only one book thick, and then gave it to the only person in the world who still remembered her.

Lu Mingfei locked the photo album in the cabinet. Chen Motong had obviously anticipated that he would disappear a long time ago, so he prepared this photo album early and specifically left it to him.

He didn't like this feeling. The album wasn't thin, but it was still not big enough for one person. Besides, he didn't like hiding something that could easily lead to misunderstanding in the cabinet. So, it was better for the album to return to its original owner. If she wanted to be vain, she could be vain on her own.

……

The sky over Roman Nibelung remained the same, with the sun frozen at the horizon, emitting light without warmth, as if it was forever frozen in a certain morning.

There were not many changes in the Seven Hills City. The last dragons that survived the Omega Battle lived here. Under the protection of the King, no one could disturb them.

Lu Mingfei was somewhat surprised by the tranquility here. The dragons flying leisurely in the sky seemed to be unaware that a kind of despair that could surround the world had silently descended.

Arriving at the Palace of the World at the highest point of the City of Seven Hills, this palace, which belongs only to the king, can overlook the entire Nibelungen. But such scenery only belongs to the two kings on the throne.

Entering the hall, Xia Mi and Fenrir were indeed there.

"You won't bring me another bad news, or even worse news, right?" Dressed in a bright red dress, the half-dragon Xia Mi spread her ferocious black wings behind her. The horns on her head were like a crown, and the gold in her eyes was brighter than the solidified sun in the sky.

“No matter how bad the news is, it can’t be worse than the spreading despair.” Lu Mingfei said softly, raising his hand and touching Fenrir who was rubbing against him.

This Husky Dragon King would only regain his huge dragon body in the Nibelungen. At this moment, he was crawling around the throne. He should have been sitting on the throne, but now he looked more like a guard guarding the throne.

At the same time, he was also unaware that with his body shape, he was not suitable to act like a normal dog.

Lu Mingfei held Fenrir's locomotive-like dragon head and scratched the sharp scales on his chin. Xia Mi did not stop him, because every time she tried to stop him, Fenrir would ignore her.

Lu Mingfei looked at Xia Mi, smiled slightly and said, "On the contrary, there is good news."

"Is it Ruo Dun?" Xia Mi looked at Lu Mingfei silently, "I smell her scent on you."

"...Yes." Lu Mingfei pushed Fenrir's hand away and sat on the empty half of the throne. "She has begun to awaken. Soon, we will have another powerful ally."

Xia Mi didn't care about Lu Mingfei's actions. With his current level of evolution, he could naturally bear the weight of a throne... Besides, Fenrir, who was supposed to be sitting on this half of the throne, was now lying at his feet with his tongue sticking out. What else could she say?

“Allies… no matter how many allies you have, they are useless before the final despair.” Xia Mi sighed and said tiredly, “You may not know what it feels like to face despair.”

Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at the young dragon king with a perfect face. The half-dragon girl was extremely majestic. She was the powerful queen who controlled the earth and one of the noblest beings in the world.

However, she looked so exhausted at the moment, and the hair on her head that should have been proud of her was drooping weakly. She didn't look noble or energetic at all, and she didn't look like a dragon king who ruled over the Nibelung.

Lu Mingfei remembered that when he mentioned Nidhogg to Izanami, she had said the same thing. The despair was unbearable, even more unresistible, and there was not even a chance to choose to obey.

Xia Mi's current decadent look may just be a manifestation of the power of despair. She didn't seem to tell her dragons about the awakening of the Dragon King, which was right, otherwise, this Roman Nibelungen would have been overwhelmed by despair.

"There will always be a way." Lu Mingfei held the petite queen in his arms and comforted her softly, "Nothing is immutable. Even the sun will go out, and the planets will perish one day. God... will also die. I don't think He can keep spreading despair."

Xia Mi didn't say anything, curled up on the throne like a kitten, with her head resting on Lu Mingfei's thigh. Her eyes were a little unfocused, and her golden eyes, like some kind of dazzling gemstone, stared blankly at something.

Then, she suddenly said: "...I seem to remember something."

"What is it?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Xia Mi sat up and looked at Lu Mingfei silently for a long time before she slowly said, "It was Him who destroyed the world that day."

(End of this chapter)