Longmen Memoirs

Chen Mo lowered his head.

The crisp sound of steel falling to the ground sounded at this moment.

A dagger without a handle passed through the light above the head and bounced several times before landing in the center of the cell.

Three days of hunger and cold wore away their last will and strength, but when the dagger fell, all eyes gathered together again.

A dagger without a handle will be dripping with blood even if you hold it in your hand.

No one moved, but at the next moment, strength came from nowhere in the exhausted body.

Who started it first, or maybe it was just the crossbow arrow from above that took away the life of the only innocent person present, someone told them in the splash of blood.

If you don't take action, everyone will die.

The figure gradually falling in the light, the color of the blood looked like black mud dyed red.

Chen Mo stared blankly at the body that fell in front of him, his face stained red by the splattered blood.

The warm, smelly blood quickly lost its temperature in this cold place.

"I don't want to die!"

"Who can help me!"

"sorry Sorry……"

"Death to me!"

"Help……"

Before getting into that windowless car, no one thought that there would be such an ending, flying all the way across the sea, traveling long distances, and struggling together to cross the blizzard and strong wind outside the black wall.

They thought they were coming to another paradise from Longmen, and what awaited them would be a beautiful and happy life.

Who held whose hand, who encouraged each other along the way, and who became friends with whom?

Ridiculous friend.

After a few days of being hungry and cold.

So, this ending came.

human nature……

Fight for...

howling...

crazy……

confusion……

fight...

Even biting...

Sanity is gradually shattering.

How should Chen Mo recall the fragments in his mind that first became dark.

Ten-year-olds, 13-year-olds, seven-year-olds, they're all different ages.

Death may not be so far away. In the shadow of darkness, it is closer than the light.

Chen Mo was pushed to the ground by the child who was older than him. His wide-open eyes were full of hysterical madness and ferocity. He strangled his neck tightly. Chen Mo started to struggle vigorously, and continued to fight during the struggle.

His consciousness faded a little bit. In the blur, he saw the dagger close at hand, stained with someone's blood. So he held it, as if he was holding the last bit of humanity in him, and as if he was holding the dagger. The hope of life【=~

Then tear it into pieces with your own hands.

He pierced the opponent's neck ruthlessly and without any hindrance.Looking at his hand that was gradually unable to let go, his dilated pupils, his painful expression and the ferocious look in his eyes that had lost its light.

He couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the blood of the other person. When the body that was gradually losing its temperature was pressed against him, it fell on his face and flowed along the ground.

Chen Mo panted for the air he finally got, even though it was so cold, even though his lungs felt like they were being torn apart bit by bit after breathing in, even though blood flowed into his mouth.

But he breathed, coughing violently while breathing greedily.

Chen Mo thought he had seen the cruelest life, but it told himself that it had just begun.

He climbed up from the ground holding the dagger without a handle. Half of his body was stained with blood. Warmth and cold seemed to care for him at the same time.

There was blood dripping on the dagger, but he held it tighter and tighter, feeling no pain at all in the numbness.

Qingming's eyes were full of madness after struggling. In the chaos, everything turned into a blur, a scarlet blur, with only human figures fighting and twisting in front of him.

like hell.

Chen Mo rushed into the fighting crowd.

What does it feel like when a dagger cuts flesh and blood?

Cutting the skin, splitting the muscles, and touching the bones seems to be easy. The human body is so fragile, and the blood splashing from the arteries is so bright and magnificent.

They seemed to have transformed from humans into beasts, fighting to the death without any rules under their gaze.

"Let me go, spare me, I know I was wrong, please! Please!"

Someone knelt in front of Chen Mo, and Chen Mo stopped.He let go of his hand, but the dagger was mixed with blood and stuck to his palm.

He lowered his head and looked at the young man kneeling in front of him, his face covered in blood and tears.

"Help me!" He stretched out his hand to himself: "Please, I don't want to die."

"I've begged you, why don't you stop!"

The young man jumped up from the ground, with a dying look on his face that was dripping with tears. He hugged Chen Mo's waist and pushed him to the ground, and they struggled together.

He grabbed Chen Mo's hand holding the dagger, and the dagger that tore the flesh was held in his hand.

His figure raised the blade with both hands, and the black shadow overlapped the light in Chen Mo's sight.

"You die to me, you die to me, I want to survive, I want to go back!"

The dagger pierced the palm of Chen Mo's right hand, and he firmly held the blade that stabbed his chest.

"Why aren't you dead yet? Why!"

The opponent exerted little force, and the dagger fell little by little.

"Quickly die, you!!!"

Chen Mo turned over and hit the other person's face with the clenched fist of his left hand. He grabbed the other person's neck with his backhand and pinned him down after rolling on the ground.

Chen Mo seemed to have gained inexhaustible strength, and it seemed as if all that was left in his mind were muddy thoughts contaminated by blood. There was no time to roar, no time to grieve, and no time to stop what he was doing.

He pulled out the dagger that had penetrated his palm, and his body was covered with scars scratched by his nails. He raised the dagger in his hand high, and dropped it amidst prayers and tearful wails. Without hesitation, he took it away again. A life.

"I just want to go back, let me go back!"

He was wailing, and his wailing pleas before his death failed to elicit any mercy.

"Sorry……"

Of the fifteen people, three survived.Some people died together, some people killed more than two people...who knows?This is the destined ending.

He just stood quietly in the middle of the corpse, watching the blood dripping from his body in the scarlet hell, dyeing the coat he brought from Longmen red, and dripping between his fingers that were holding the blade tightly.

He couldn't tell whether it was blood or his own tears, which made him unable to see anything clearly.

And while he was swallowing the food, those scenes never came to mind again. At that time, he no longer had to think about them.

There is no need to think about the unforgettable pain of tearing the flesh from the palm of your hand when the steel that is frozen in it is stripped away.

This was his first lesson inside the black wall. Perhaps this lesson had already started since he got off the car. At the expense of more than twenty people he had been with for several months, he told himself this group of people:

What is fairness, what is struggle, what is human nature, and what is oneself.

Seven years old and 13 years old, this is fairness. When they are pressed to die, they are struggling. The hysterical madness and ferocity are human nature, and the one who survives... is himself.

Chen Mo began to feel happy, grateful for his indifference along the way, grateful that they had been estranged and ostracized each other along the way, and grateful that he had never known each other.

Because only in this way, he will not hesitate when he takes action.

And when he came out of the room and walked through the bright but dark corridor in his eyes, he heard the fighting and fighting in his ears, and saw those young men covered in blood who were taken out of the room just like him.

I feel more and more fortunate, and I feel more and more sad and envious for those people I have been with.

Because gentleness has completely become a fatal and expensive thing here.

Chen Mo embarked on a dark road.

A road that seems to have no end in sight. There is no warmth here in the orphanage, and there is no Tallulah pulling the corner of his clothes and Chen yelling.

He began to miss them, the bustling streets of Longmen, the swings under the oak trees, the sea of ​​clouds and the sunset at the pier.

Where did Longmen go?

Who can come to save me?

Tallulah, I... seem to have entered purgatory.

Chapter 42 013

In fact, people themselves are fragile creatures. Just because they have encountered too many things and some meaningless things have been repeated too many times, people have no time to feel sad and self-pity. Over time, it becomes a habit.

The days inside the black wall were like this. I repeated training countless times, scolded, abused, beaten, and narrowly escaped death. I slowly learned to be numb and resigned. In the process, I slowly discovered that I had already Being able to accept things like that.

No big deal, is it?

-013

The cell door slowly opened, and an exhausted Chen Mo, covered in scars and blood, walked out of it.

"What's your name?" someone asked him.

Chen Mo's turbid mind almost blurted out.

"List……"

silent.

"You don't have a name!"

Chen Mo paused.

His shirt was roughly taken off, and the laser in the opponent's hand imprinted a series of black numbers on his chest: 013

It seems to be labeled as qualified.

"You are 013, remember."

"Yes."

"what are you?"

"013."

Chen Momo picked up his coat that had been thrown to the ground, and thick blood oozed from between his fingers when he squeezed the coat.

013 became Chen Mo’s new name.

Anyone who enters this black wall will be given such a name. From the day he successfully survives in the black wall, he can truly enter this black wall.

They want to forget their past. From the moment they step here, they no longer belong to the outside world. Of course, they should not have their own names.

Just like a string of numbers, it becomes your entire meaning from now on.

After coming out of the purgatory-like cell, Chen Mo was simply bandaged and put on the black uniform inside the black wall. After that, Chen Mo was taken to another place inside the black wall. The corridor he passed through was made of steel. White steel, after passing After several heavy gates, they came to a black square.

There were already people waiting here in the black square, holding black handcuffs in their hands under the searchlight.

With a clicking sound, the heavy chain was locked on Chen Mo's wrist, and the other side of the wrist was connected to another person's hand, as if the two people were locked together.

Chen Mo turned his head, and the boy on the other side of the chain also turned his head at the same time.

The same person who survived the cell was a boy from the Fengho tribe. The horns and rich hair on his head told Chen Mo his identity. His face was covered in blood.

052 - the number on the chest of his uniform.

The gray hair was stained with solidified black blood. When Chen Mo looked at him, he smiled shyly.