Longmen Memoirs

"I am here."

"how is the situation?"

"For the time being... cough, no problem."

"Wait for me to come up."

He grabbed the collapsed building and climbed upstairs. Texas, who was in embarrassment, sat on the ground leaning on the bed. She covered the eyes of the girl in her arms. On the side, a corpse covered in blood was lying twisted on the other side of the room. In a corner, there is a new face that I have never seen before.

"She..." As soon as Texas finished speaking, he immediately stopped.

"She's fine."

Chen Mo took the girl named Feiya from Texas's arms.

The girl's body was trembling with fear. Chen Mo did not hesitate to hold the girl's neck. Looking at the unconscious child who relaxed in Chen Mo's arms, Texas breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you still move?"

"It doesn't matter to me." Texas grabbed the edge of the bed and climbed up with difficulty: "The fire will come over soon. We...ahem...must get out immediately."

Blood flowed from her waist, and the thick smoke choked her eyes and throat. She coughed, and the wounds that were gradually healing were cracked open again.

"The corridor is closed. Hold my shoulders tightly and don't let go. Let's jump out of the window."

"it is good."

"Ready."

"Ah."

Chen Mo rushed to the window, kicked open the window frame, turned sideways to protect the girl he was holding, and Texas jumped out of the window.

The broken glass melted across his cheeks and body, and scarlet blood flowed out.

"wait for me here."

Behind him, the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the sirens of police cars and fire fighters rang in my ears.

He put Texas on the curb across the street.

"I'll return soon."

"Wait..." Texas suddenly grabbed his arm. Chen Mo seemed to know what she wanted to say, and he held the girl's wrist.

"It'll be fine, trust me."

He said and Texas let go.

Texas watched her figure run away. She turned her head to look at the girl next to her, lowered her gaze, and finally said nothing.

The sky has not yet brightened in Grava. Just at night, this small town has experienced two fires.

Flames darkened the sky.

In front of the door, there was a crowd surrounding it from a distance.

The ambulance was long overdue.

Municipal firefighting and police vehicles had already set up a cordon around the flames, and Chen Mo's eyes were searching for something in the crowded and chaotic crowd.

Perhaps, today, because of their appearance, an originally happy family will be destroyed.

Maybe they shouldn't stay here any longer.

These ridiculous thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind, but haven't he experienced enough of these things? No, there are so many.

Since when, he has become sentimental.

"Wait a minute, my wife is still inside, my wife and daughter are still inside, let me in, let me in..."

The familiar face roared and pushed away the guard who hugged him. The man who used to be calm had lost his original gentleness.

"No, sir, you can't go in, the fire is too big."

"They are still inside, my Martha and Fia, please save them, please save them, they can't die here, they can't die here..."

The man cried heartbreakingly and clutched the policeman's shoulders tightly.

"I...I'm sorry. You need to calm down, sir." The police officer replied unbearably, like a beast before being injured and desperate. The man struggled desperately.

"Here comes, hurry up, hold him down, don't let him rush in!"

Chen Mo lowered his gaze.

[Please don’t kill me, don’t kill me...]

[Please let him go, don’t hurt him, please help...]

[You...this group of...devils. 】

Chen Mo thought that he had forgotten it. He had not had that nightmare for a long time, and he had not had the nightmare of killing those people who were irrelevant to him on the desperate death ground in the wind and snow.

It turns out that I have been here for so many years.

He actually never forgot.

He pushed through the crowd and rushed into the burning building before people could react.

The flames were very much like the snow that fell from the sky above that year, and also very much like the old apartment that was burned to ashes in the vague memory of that year.

There was nothing left after that.

"Sir, someone is rushing in!"

"Why didn't you stop him?"

“It was such a mess that we didn’t notice!”

"Now we are adding to the chaos! When will the fire station start operations?"

"No, the fire is too big. They are building an isolation zone. There are a lot of wooden deconstructed buildings around it. There is also a serious fire in the west of the city. There are not enough manpower on both sides."

"... *Syracusan expletive*! Leave it alone, put out the fire quickly, and if anyone rushes in again, just go home and stop doing it."

"Yes."

There is only one police station and one fire station in this damn shabby city. There has not been any major trouble in seven or eight years. The dozen police officers and more than two dozen professional firefighters have never dealt with similar situations.

Maybe one day, even Chen Mo never thought that he would do such a thing.

No, maybe this was just some kind of debt and uneasiness that motivated him.

The lesions eroded by the Origin Stone stung again, and the wall of blue flames temporarily blocked the invading flames. The two flames collided, and fine black scales spread, blocking the scorching heat.

The pain was getting stronger and stronger.

On the contrary, Chen Mo's brain became clearer.

He remembered a lot of things. As he walked through this building lit by flames, in this world of fire, the once fragmented memories and things he should have forgotten became clearer little by little.

Tens of seconds later, a figure jumped out from the second floor covered in flames, with shattered sparks. Chen Mo landed on the ground holding an unconscious woman.

The police and the crowd hurriedly gathered around.

"Doctor, doctor, where are you?" Chen Mo shouted to the surroundings.

The stretcher was quickly brought up.

"Martha, Martha..." Ronan pushed through the crowd and rushed in. He leaned tightly in front of the stretcher and hugged the woman named Martha.

"Where's Fiya, where's Fiya..." He seemed to suddenly remember something.

When those eyes looked at Chen Mo, they were full of desire and prayer. He didn't want to get an answer he didn't want to get.

"He is fine." Chen Mo said, "He was with De...my wife. They escaped first, behind the hotel."

He said, pulling away Roland's hand on his shoulder.

"Look, Ronan, I'm sorry. I really am."

Ignoring the hotel owner's reaction, he pushed through the crowd and found the pushed-to-the-side car parked not far from the door as the police officers shouted behind him.

Texas watched the car pull up in front of him.

Chen Mo got out of the car【/+

"How was it?" Texas asked.

"They are all alive and will be here soon to pick her up. Leave her here. We have to go."

"Ah."

"Can you hold on?"

"I'm fine." Texas shook her head. She glanced at the unconscious little girl, opened her mouth, and ultimately said nothing.

The blood stained her body shirt red. She grabbed Chen Mo's hand and stood up and sat in the passenger seat.

The car hurried away.

Soon, the officers found the unconscious little girl behind the building.

At the same time, another party also noticed the car preparing to flee the city.

Maybe after embarking on a certain path in life, it means that it will no longer be smooth sailing.

Chapter 11 Chen’s Diary

Someone once told me that when you decide to embark on a certain path, it means there is no possibility of looking back.

Putting down the butcher's knife is an idealized statement. What is put down is the prejudice in a person's heart, the shackles on himself, and his understanding and relief for himself, but it is definitely not another person's thoughts.

When you kill the first person with your own hands, it means that there is one less life on this land, which means that you have indeed killed him. This matter will not change due to any circumstances. What you have experienced , everything you do, say, and do will leave an imprint in your memory.

Some people say that I will bear the corresponding responsibility for all the consequences I cause. I think this is wrong. Since I already know the consequences, what I should do is to avoid it from happening.

For more than 20 years, I have been doing the same thing for half of my life, imagining the consequences and avoiding the consequences. I inevitably want to do it, will do it, and will consider whether it is a gain or loss for me. Consider, if I do this, will the benefits outweigh the disadvantages or the disadvantages outweigh the benefits.

When we entered the first course of Black Steel, the instructor taught us to be cautious. The first and most important principle of security is to be cautious. I learned very well. I was the best among the Black Steel students in that class, and therefore , the word caution is imprinted in my heart, and it follows me like a shadow.

Maybe to a certain extent, I am lucky. I was lucky enough to acquire the two most basic qualities needed to survive on this land in the quickest way.

The struggle of the Black Wall Society, the caution of the Black Steel Society, some things that some people have spent half a lifetime trying to understand through ups and downs and hardships, I have used them for just a few years and kept them firmly in my mind, and they have become what I have learned on this land. Tools for survival.

From the distant Longmen Orphanage to Black Steel International, the top security company in Colombia, I already have talents, experience, and emotional control that far exceed those of my peers and even adults. I have seen blood and experienced things that ordinary people cannot imagine. Because I didn't fall down, I became what they call a "natural" mercenary in a sense.

In fact, no one in this world is born. It’s just because of experiences that others don’t know. They don’t know you well enough and don’t know what you have put in. So when you show these abilities and qualities that are beyond ordinary people’s understanding, they are surprised. I was pleasantly surprised, and gradually it was rumored that you were born to do this.

Kribo said that I am a talent, one of the people most needed by Black Steel International in this century. I don’t think so. I think that every person who comes out of the Black Wall, if he is lucky enough to come to Black Steel like me, will be Ribo would say the same thing.

Because I, we... people like us are destined to never return to ordinary people. We have only two choices, either to become extremely vicious villains, or to be taken in by an organization or the army to do what is best for us. .

I chose the latter.

A stranger, an orphan, a stranger.

I don't feel sorry for myself, and I don't need people to pity me.

I didn't die, I could still live, live for myself, live well, on my own, until I met Theresia.

She changed me and, in a way, I changed her.

Colombia is a new country that has just emerged and is growing at lightning speed. All concepts there are novel, and everything there is devoid of the pedantry and routine inherent in other places. Colombia is eager for what it wants. Talents from all walks of life are needed, so to a certain extent, people will think that it is a "free" place, and even the infected are not as harsh as other places.

But freedom also means indulgence, the absence of burdens and shackles. The federation has drawn a bottom line, which has been constantly tested in recent years. Since Colombia actively desires this so-called progress and innovation, in the same way, some people think that Things that violate the bottom line of morality are also constantly being amplified, and certain technologies that should be beyond current control capabilities are turned on without preparation.

Biological experiments, chemical experiments, human organ transplants...the progressive and emerging Colombia lurks countless ugliness, sins and dangers that are concealed under contemporary glory and civilization.

So when I returned to Black Steel from Kazdaele, I saw countless similar things during my time as a member of BPRS.

I have seen how the Origin Stone can take root and sprout in a healthy human body. I have seen how the Origin Stone can assimilate a person into an unstable bomb that can explode at any time. I have seen how this land is beyond me. Competence and eccentricity understood.

There are people who have lived for hundreds of years and are immortal, there are monsters who are immortal, there are children who can burn down entire mountains by themselves, and there are corpses that were spawned by various medicines and experiments and were soaked in nutrient solutions and only survived with their consciousness. .

The more I see, the more I feel naive and ridiculous about myself, and the more I realize how difficult and heavy it is to resist.

That is not a weight that a few young people can bear with courage, and it is not a suffering that can be changed by a few passionate words.

Seria is right. Interests are intertwined into a network on this land. Money and capital tend to make people confuse right and wrong and violate the original laws and order of nature's evolution. However, we live on such a land and are unable to fight against them. Fighting, but also struggling with not wanting to be one of them.

Unfortunately, this land did not leave the soil and foundation for the seemingly grand ideas I thought to take root and sprout. The words I once said casually were actually vulnerable to the reality I faced.

People all imagine beauty, but when they know how far away the word beauty is from them and how rugged the road under their feet is, they inevitably flinch. No one will try their best for something that is invisible. The fact is Living in the world itself is extremely difficult, so beauty usually appears in dreams, because dreams do not require cost and thinking, because dreams come true, because dreams... seldom cause pain.