Longmen Memoirs

She retracted her hand, shook the rainwater from her long hair, and held the long knife in her left hand tightly.

Texas nodded.

"Don't die."

"I don't die so easily."

Lapland reached out to sweep away the rainwater from Texas's forehead. She hesitated and smiled.

"Be careful."

"Ah."

She watched Lapland rush out of the bunker, and then she couldn't tell whether it was the sound of rain or the beep of a drone attack. The explosions lit up in the dark rainy night, and the drones that exploded in the sky seemed to be bright. Fireworks.

Texas' vision was very blurry, and she saw the flying crossbow arrows pass through the white wolf. The noise in her ears and the rainstorm made it impossible for her to hear what Lapland was saying outside.

She was just laughing, and Texas heard her wild and wanton laughter.

That smile made her feel a little sad, as sad as when she put the sword in her hand into Texas's hand, as if she was welcoming death on her behalf.

Texas gritted her teeth and stood up. She had no time to pay attention to Lapland's movements. She clenched the sword that did not belong to her. At the end of her sight, a wall of fire several meters high ignited outside her eyes. Bloody Lapland's back was reflected in the firelight, and he walked step by step into the bright red burning blood.

A dozen figures jumped out from the wall of fire. They were the monsters that had been chasing them and were standing up from the boiling sea of ​​fire. Lapland had been lying to her from beginning to end.

At this time, to face those enemies in her current state is simply to seek death. The sniper in the dark, yes, that is, provided that there is such a thing.

But Lapland didn't pay attention. She took out the crumpled pack of cigarettes from her pocket, lit it with the flames rising from the side, and after taking a deep breath, her expression was as if she had bought dinner and returned to the crowded building where they lived. It is as light as an unfinished building full of infected people.

Texas suddenly realized something.

She realizes that Lapland is going to die.

Lapland danced in the monster, the blade cut through the rain and flesh. She was surrounded by countless enemies, laughing arrogantly with scars all over her body, the sword vibrated, the steel buzzed, and she struggled to death.

The sparks of the collision between sharp claws and long knives were extinguished by the cold rain before they could be ignited.

Except for the cold blade cutting through flesh and the laughter of Lapland.

She will eventually run out of energy.

Maybe Texas should escape. While Lapland was holding back the group of enemies, she must have had the same idea when she handed her sword to Texas. They had no way to escape from this trap and siege, using a The best way is to stay behind and delay the enemy.

Lapland.

Texas never thought that she would actually do this. With her character, Texas was no longer around, and she was no longer bound by the name Texas. From the time she came to Dirk She was never a Texan from that day on the Sass family.

She laughed wildly, her expression was as ferocious as a demon, every time she swung the knife, blood dripped, and every time she swung the knife, she was left with a disaster.

Lapland met his death in this way.

She knew Texas was watching.

Take a good look.

But there were too many monsters, and the mountains of monsters overwhelmed Lapland, and Texas could no longer see her.

It won't be long before Lapland will die here.

Her flesh and blood, her body, became a memory of her past, just like members of the family that Texas was once familiar with.

Texas tightened his grip on the long knife in his hand.

For the first time, she felt fear, fear of losing, and her fear even wavered because of her never-smiling attitude.

She stopped running away.

The golden nameplate worn around her neck swayed out of her clothes. The nameplate reflected the dazzling firelight outside. She pulled it off and held it in her hand.

She stood in front of Lapland.

The long hair was fluttering in the firelight, with a hint of red at the ends of the gray hair. In the firelight, Lapland saw the figure blocking him.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and her vision, which had gradually become blurry and dim, became bright for a brief moment, followed by anger, anger that made her sober.

She yelled angrily at Texas in front of her.

Texas turned around and she grabbed Lapland by the collar.

Behind her, thousands of golden swords fell from the sky like raindrops. The rain of swords penetrated everything in sight, and the golden light tore through the dark night sky above.

In the thick smoke and firelight, Lapland, who was covered in blood, saw those amber eyes clearly. It was obvious that she didn't say anything, but Lapland seemed to understand what she wanted to tell him.

They have always been two people, but sooner or later, in Syracuse, there will only be one left.

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Lapland was right.

Those families that were destroyed by Texas, those tragedies caused by Texas, everything must be borne by Texas.

She never thought about escaping.

But she wanted to leave Syracuse, leave Lapland, and she wanted to leave everything here.

"Yes, you are right, no one will come to help me."

Texas said that she did not pick up the knife on the ground. She looked at Lapland as if they had been side by side countless times.

"Similarly, including you, it's time for us to come to an end."

"End it?" Lapland's expression calmed down: "How do you want to end it, in this way?"

"The way we use it most."

"Let me kill you."

"Isn't this the only thing left between us?"

Texas straightened up and looked at the sword in Lapland's hand.

"But I won't die here."

After that her illness got worse and worse.

Maybe one day, she would turn into a black exploding stone like they had seen before. Texas knew that this day would come.

If they continue to live in Syracuse in this way, this day will only get closer and closer, and the enemy will catch up with them. They can't always be one step ahead, nor can they always be so lucky. Pland could no longer lift the weapon in her hand.

Maybe she would rather die on the battlefield, fighting with the enemy.

Texas knew her so well.

Lapland was not afraid of death and never gave in to it.

With her madness, her paranoia, her arrogance, and her meticulousness, she would never allow herself to die without doing anything, and she would never be able to leave Syracuse and live another ordinary life.

Lapland, she only has a few years left to live.

They all know.

If she continues to stay, will it give her a hope of living so that she can die somewhere in Syracuse without any burden?

In the way she likes best and thinks is most valuable.

She used to always take care of me.

Chapter 23 Like drowning

Is it a splash of blood?

Or the feel of a knife cutting through muscles and bones.

For a long time, Lapland had been almost obsessed with loving her work, loving the blood stained red from her hands, and loving the fishy sweetness that filled the tip of her nose.

Only in this moment of killing can she feel that she is alive.

He could only endure the pain of the blade tearing apart flesh and blood, and feel the pain and wail squeezed out of his throat with every breath.

She never knew whether she lived a happy life. Maybe the word happiness had a different meaning to her, but at least she never felt that she lived a miserable life. She didn't know whether the pain and fear she endured every day came from She was once in a miserable situation, but perhaps this is the normal state of life.

Watching Texas keep retreating, watching Texas' blood splatter from the wound, dyeing his hand and the bright silver blade in his hand red.

Looking at the cluster of blood flowers, his eyes turned to scarlet.

Lapland's eyes moved to Texas's face, and there was no fear and despair before her death on her face.

Lapland suddenly understood why she loved this job so much. She didn't love this job, she just loved working with Texas, and loved having another wolf by her side. They licked each other. Wound, nestled in a dark habitat, when the dawn light comes, all of Syracuse comes to life.

At that time, she finally had some new desires and expectations for tomorrow, some desires and expectations that she could not explain herself.

When she walked onto the tram and looked to her side, the person sitting next to her was no longer a strange Luper man. The smell of Texas filled the tip of her nose. The girl had slightly red hair on her forehead and gray-black hair. The wolf gave Lapland a reason to live.

Whether she wants to revive her family, take revenge on her enemies, or face the pursuit of her by her family's enemies, tomorrow will always bring a lot of uncertainty, and tomorrow will never make her feel boring and boring.

texas.

Lapland looked at the swaying girl in front of her. Texas's breathing was already disordered. She greedily breathed the oxygen in the air, trying to clear her gradually blurred vision. She could no longer see Lapland clearly. Actions.

Texas saw Lapland's silver sword stabbing towards his chest.

At that moment she saw Lapland's face clearly.

The face was similar to the past, but also slightly different from the past. Texas couldn't tell what was different. Has Lapland become a stranger? No, it should be the name Lapland. This person was very different to her. became more familiar.

Compared to when they were in the family, compared to when they once wandered among the cities of Syracuse.

She used to make some jokes occasionally, but she was still a little frivolous. Even so, her mind was always very sharp. She felt like an elder to Texas, even though Texas was unwilling to admit it. , but Lapland at that time did make her have some kind of dependence, some kind of... special feeling.

But later, as her condition worsened, Lapland used her spells and the knife in her hand without any scruples. Her condition became worse and worse, and she suddenly woke up from her dreams many times. Lapland looked panicked and absent-minded.

Texas can’t remember exactly.

Maybe without Lapland, she wouldn't have been able to survive until now in Syracuse after her family was destroyed. Maybe without Lapland, Texas knew that she didn't even know where she should continue to go.

There was a family before, but there is no family after it.

Wolves without a family can only wander alone in Syracuse. They cannot get the protection of their families, their injuries cannot be healed, and their pasts are following closely behind them. They must pick up the knife unless they die.

Texas thought, for a long time, that they couldn't go on like this, but every time she wanted to speak, when she saw Lapland's eyes, the words came to her lips but she could no longer say them.

She knew that Lapland would not leave Syracuse, and she knew that Lapland wanted to choose a suitable way to die for herself. Every wolf should not die of illness on the bed. That was not what Lapland wanted.

A person like her would rather walk into a trap surrounded by thousands of troops than die wailing in pain, unable to hold a knife or move her body.

That hurt her more than killing her.

She shouldn't die like this, but she shouldn't live like this.

After they separated one day, when Texas heard about her again, all he got was the news of her death. She must have died well worth it, and she must find a death that would allow Texas to remember her throughout her life. Law.

The blade was getting closer and closer, and Texas suddenly gave up resistance. Lapland did not expect her to do this, and Texas saw panic in her silver eyes.

But at this distance, her sword could no longer stop.

Perhaps it was just like how she felt the last time she stood in front of Lapland. The figure was still as unfamiliar. Texas noticed that her black hair was mixed with a little gray.

Maybe she never paid attention.

Lapland's sword was blocked.

There was a long sword engraved with dark blue patterns. Texas had never seen such patterns before. It shone faintly in the dark alley. The patterns on the sword were intertwined and looked a bit beautiful.

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Under the black sky, a bright light illuminated the unfinished building. The sudden light exposed every infected person hiding in the building.

Cao Zhi and Chen Mo stood in the center of the light.

The dense crowd of black-clothed figures on the opposite side obscured the view in front of him.

You can tell how many there are of them, just by looking at them, they are surrounded by their people.

A swath of flickering lights emitted a dazzling light in the darkness.

A black car drove out of the lights and parked in front of them, and two people got out of the car.

Charles was holding a black Originium crossbow in his hand.

He looked at Cao Zhi and Chen Mo opposite them, and then glanced at the building behind them.

"If I'm not wrong, what happened tonight is all your work. It's really surprising. A group of infected people, a bold plan, you destroyed two local families in this city, what's next for you? What are you going to do? Replace them?"