Longmen Memoirs

Chapter 90 Scars

Chen Mo watched as the sniper, who looked like his mind had been poked, cursed and left with his stupid apprentice.

Almost all the thoughts in his heart showed on his face.

Chen Mo thought, if the sniper could be more honest, he wouldn't be so...how do you say that word, tsundere, it's really disgusting.

If the sniper wasn't so arrogant, Crow probably wouldn't provoke his sensitive nerves with all kinds of weird words from time to time, and he wouldn't leave Colombia and go all the way to Sargon to join some bullshit weirdo team. Where are you going? They don't want to be seen by anyone, hanging out with these bloodless, heartless, and heartless scourges.

Maybe after the mission that day, they would all become corpses buried in the yellow sand of Sargon. There would be no one missing from a neat team, and they would eventually become the heads of the black steel negotiation table. With a small amount of chips, it was as simple as crossing out the names from the employee files, as if these people had never existed.

Chen Mo felt that maybe at that time, the only thing they could comfort themselves with was that they were not the only ones walking on the road to hell. At least they had a companion. At least they could still hold each other's backs on the underground journey. They mocked each other for the fools they made before their deaths when they were still alive, and maybe they could even compare who died more miserably.

Although these things did not really happen, Chen Mo had an intuition that they would definitely do that. The magician still looked gloomy. Walking in the corner of the team, the crow would probably look at the one-eyed wolf with a very reluctant expression. He hooked the one-eyed wolf on his shoulder, while Grizzly looked on. As for himself, the captain, he would probably stand next to the magician. Under certain circumstances, he was actually very concerned about the internal relations of the team. At least that would allow the magician to The teacher looked less lonely.

If that's the case, the journey to hell will no longer be scary, Chen Mo thought, but compared to heading to that ridiculous ending together, Chen Mo still prefers the present, even if the weird team has become a piece of history in the past. But he and his former teammates will also encounter more new people, new things, and more stories that belong only to them in the future.

Nothing could be better than this.

Although Chen Mo missed it occasionally, he never thought about going back to the past, because even if he went back to the past and started over, he would not only walk the hard and bumpy road in the past, but also experience the hardships he had encountered. , he couldn’t imagine what would be left for him when he went back.

He has no regrets.

The two overlapping weapons were placed quietly in the corner. When the afternoon sunlight penetrated the thin white curtains and fell diagonally into the room, the black scabbard, which was covered with scratches of varying depths and wear and tear on the surface of the paint, became silent. Bask in the warm sunshine.

Chen Mo, who was sitting on the bed, was a little lost in thought.

The sky in Ursus outside the window was as bright and bright as that afternoon many years ago, when white clouds floated across the vast and distant sky.

There are no tall buildings like Longmen here, nor the narrow sky of the orphanage. There is a forest here, but there is no magnolia or oak tree in the forest. Chen Mo cannot find those in his own memory. All that is left for them is reluctance, but reluctance but no longer attached to them.

June 1093, 10, Crystalline Era

Three months passed in such a dull way, and almost a year passed without any sound since Chen Mo reunited with Tallulah and then came here.

Chen Mo never thought that time could pass so fast. It was as fast as if winter had arrived again without paying attention, and as fast as another year of spring, summer, autumn and winter had passed before much happened.

Alina's infected education group should now be called the infected classroom. They have a new classroom. Now basically all the soldiers in the camp have become Alina's students. Of course, Alina is not the only teacher.

This reminded Chen Mo of some similar experiences in the past, and Tallulah must be familiar with this.

A group of infected people who had never taught anyone, or even attended much school, became teachers in a daze, teaching others knowledge and principles as if they had some sense of mission.

Chen Mo thinks it's pretty good, but Alina is still not confident enough. It would be better to say that this girl is too modest. She is studious and serious, and she is different from most infected people. She can think and have insights beyond ordinary people's understanding in some aspects. Persistence, and this kind of persistence even Tallulah cannot convince.

The exploration southward continues, and occasionally the Shield Guards and Patriots will leave with their teams. Usually, they will go out for one to two weeks, and at this time Tallulah will also take the infected from the camp. Departure.

They have no time to spare.

The map hanging on the wall of the long room where the meeting was held was getting clearer and clearer. It clearly marked the results of their contact with the settlements and clusters of infected people in various places during this period. From south to north, it gradually became more and more integrated. A huge and clear network, that network became the entirety of Tallulah's ideals, and became the direction that Ursus' infected people would take in the future and their future.

The ideas in Tallulah's mind became clearer and clearer, and he spent more and more time in meetings. Chen Mo liked to watch the confident little Tallulah talking to the infected, and her voice was always sonorous. Powerful, her eyes always look at the infected with deep enthusiasm. The enthusiasm reflects her vision for the future and the lofty ambition she wants to achieve throughout her life.

Chen Mo likes Tallulah like this.

She liked her confidence and enthusiasm, her integrity and optimism, she liked the bright light in the girl's eyes after she found her ideal, and she liked the light of the bonfire shining on her silver hair at night, as if it had dyed her bright. The eyes are golden and red.

Chen Mo couldn't help but like Tallulah like that, but he couldn't stop the fact that when she fell in love with Tallulah like this, she would become farther and farther away from him.

It would be better to say that Chen Mo didn't think about stopping her. It would be better to say that she must bear a lot of responsibility for Tallulah to become what she is now.

Maybe this is sometimes the case. When the girl you like is firmly pursuing her ideals, the thing in front of you is not to persuade her to look back, but to help her.

Maybe you can't get anything, but people should never decide to do something just to get it, but there are many things in this world that actually don't matter.

The small power plant built three kilometers away from the camp is almost completed. There is not much of a river in the first place. More than three months are enough for the infected to change it into something different. It is worth mentioning that, The shield guards seemed to be very talented at building roads. It took them less than half a month to open up the original path from the camp to the river several times wider. However, this was compared to building a mobile As far as cities are concerned, it's still far behind.

The ultimate dream in the camp is to build a mobile city belonging to the infected in the future. Compared with this lofty prospect, just opening a road seems too insignificant.

Maybe it will take five years, ten years, maybe even longer before we can see a city built by the infected people on the snow in the north. Maybe it will take another ten or 20 years until the city is completed. Maybe then By that time, many infected people in the original camp could not survive their illness and left.

But Chen Mo knew that as long as Tallulah and the others did not choose to stop, as long as there was no room for change in the way Ursus treated the infected, and as long as people did not forget, that day would come sooner or later.

No matter how far away or how long it takes, these people who are not loved by this land can also have a home that they have long dreamed of.

Compared with these, Chen Mo suddenly felt that the little feelings in his heart were too insignificant. He should not and could not snatch Tallulah away from these infected people, just like the boy who was loved when he was a child. When he grows up, he should also do things that love others.

Chen Mo is not a savior, of course he is not, but as long as people think and they are willing, in fact, each of them can be a savior, even if what they save is just their own little world.

He just integrated into the new home built by the infected. It took him nearly a year to become one of them, and it took him nearly a year to turn this homeless infected camp into what it is now. , so that they gradually have the foundation to pursue and realize their ideals.

If there is fate, this is probably fate.

Destiny allowed Tallulah and Chen Mo to start their growing lives on completely different paths. Destiny made Chen Mo enter Black Steel International, brought him to Kazdaele to meet the Sakaz, and made him meet in Victoria and Chen many years later. After meeting again, the reason and purpose of his coming to the snowfield quietly changed slightly. Because of this, later, when the infected people did not receive any assistance, they could only be left to wander in the desolate snowfield and Ursus. While patrolling for survival, he happened to have the only way to alleviate their plight.

So many years later, in the vast land of Ursus, Chen Mo's fate was once again intertwined with Tallulah's because of the infected. So many years later, his original experiences were changed because of the infected in this land. And finally a tight line was formed, and the end of the line was tied in the small camp of Ursus.

It seems that everything that has been done in the past has found its source for this, and it seems that everything that has been done in the past has been given new meaning because of a certain Drake.

Chen Mo looked at the village that was gradually receding behind him. In the night, he rode on the vehicle in the camp. The cold wind blew in his face, with some frost dust in it. The scarf covering his mouth and nose flapped on his shoulders in the howling cold wind.

The black communicator no longer flashed, leaving only one coordinate, a coordinate in the north.

Chen Mo wanted to see him again after all.

He wanted to ask clearly about some grudges and grievances from many years ago and some issues related to the current camp. There was still one time to settle the relationship between them.

He failed to notice another figure that followed shortly behind him. After leaving the camp, he was gradually submerged in the dark night.

April 10

5:15P.M

The sky was terrifyingly gloomy, accompanied by faint thunder in the distance, black clouds piled low in the sky, and the wind also carried a moist breath.

The canyon at the end of the line of sight in the distance is getting closer and closer【@&

The tall and thick walls are gray and black in color, far less dark than in memory, but there are many traces of wind and rain erosion on them, as if they are integrated with the mountain wall behind.

Chen Mo could no longer remember how he felt when he followed the figure in front of him and stepped into the snow and wind that could drown his knees.

But he knows that he is very calm now. He is calm because he is no longer the child who can easily let others change his life. He is calm because after many years, this tall [black wall] buried deep in his memory will no longer exist. It cannot be the most profound and sad ups and downs in his life.

He untied the scarf tied around his neck and took out the injection he carried on his gear.

The sharp needle punctured the skin, and the light red liquid merged into the blood vessels. As the blood flowed, Chen Mo breathed out softly and threw the empty syringe at his feet.

Pulling out two long knives from the back of the vehicle, he stepped into the door of the black wall again under the last light of night, amidst the roar of lightning and thunder.

The familiar buildings in the past, the rusty iron doors, and the memory fragments that had been blurred to the point of being forgotten, all gradually became clear with the footsteps.

013 once received training here. Here he learned how to use the weapons in his hands to survive. Here he learned how to fight with strangers with his life. Here he learned that this land is not what he originally thought. Kind.

Chen Mo didn't look at the mark on his chest.

Even without looking, he knew where it was still, the symbol that represented his only identity here, the only thing he had left.

Hell, maybe I shouldn’t say that, because there is no hell in the world. There are only places more terrifying than hell. It destroys humanity and has no goodness. The only thing that allows you to recognize yourself is the influx of breath. The air in your chest and lungs and your greedy, rapid breathing.

Until one day, you become accustomed to it, until one day, killing becomes an instinct for you.

Chen Mo stopped at that square.

He saw the black figure standing in the center of the square, with his back to him, and then slowly turned around with the sound of footsteps, still wearing the same black outfit that covered his whole body.

"It came quickly." He said this in a low voice, but it was clearly audible in the black square where there were only two people.

Chen Mo stopped and stopped ten meters away from him. This place was enough for them to deal with each other and fight with their lives.

"You picked a good place."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes falling on the weapon in Chen Mo's hand, and then looking at him.

"Do you miss this place? 013." He asked, and then said: "I miss it very much, and I also remember everything that happened here. Whenever I close my eyes, the scene from back then will always appear in my mind, and you will And...I will never forget it until I die."

Chapter 91 Revisiting the Past

[People believe and believe their own conjectures or guesses more than the facts told by others. The more ignorant people are, the more so. They are unwilling to think about the so-called truth and blindly follow the opinions and opinions of the majority. People are unreasonable, but it is best to guide such people because they are not firm enough. 】

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How does it feel to revisit your old place?

When the man shrouded in black in front of him asked this question, Chen Mo didn't have any thoughts in his mind.

Hatred, nostalgia, or relief after many years.

nothing.

The Black Wall is no longer just a name for him, it is a memory, a memory that is difficult to forget and abandon. It was the same for him many years ago when he first arrived in Colombia. Whenever he closed his eyes, something would always appear in front of him. The picture of the black wall emerged, and the black square hidden deep in the mountain wall emerged. The gray dormitory was like a prison. At night, nothing could be heard except the quiet breathing. Occasionally, there was the sound of the collision of chains, and it was very loud. Almost drowned in silence.

The scabbard stood on the ground, and Chen Mo's hand slowly climbed up to the hilt.

This action fell into the eyes of the inner guard.

"You should be more patient." He said calmly.

"I'm not here to reminisce about old times." Chen Mo replied.

"Even if they are former friends?" Neiwei asked: "Last time we said goodbye in a hurry, I thought we might have a lot to talk about after not seeing each other for so many years."

He said, looking at Chen Mo's cold face, he seemed to remember something.

"Oh, I forgot, you never like chatting with others."

Chen Mo just looked at the inner guard. They looked at each other. The inner guard's black helmet made it difficult to see the face, and the dark red color flowed in the hose behind him as he breathed.

Chen Mo threw out the black communicator and was caught in the hand of the inner guard in mid-air.

He didn't even look.

"What should we say?" Chen Mo said, holding the hilt of the Juque sword: "...it is better to talk or fight first."

"It seems you were disappointed that you couldn't keep me last time?"

The inner guard said that he looked at his old friend who was holding the hilt of the sword. He did not touch the long scarlet sword in the sheath on his waist. His voice was still low and hoarse, coming out from behind the terrifying black mask.

"How much do you believe what I say?" he asked again.

"Not a single point."

"Ah, it's your character. This is the only thing that doesn't make me unfamiliar with you."

The inner guard was not surprised and remained calm, as if he had already guessed this situation, so he did not feel any surprise, and even felt a little relieved in the end.

"You were seriously injured last time, and I was wary of the weird power you showed. But this time, your injuries are better, but the aura you exuded again became weaker than last time." Nei Wei looked. Chen Mo said: "It seems that the interaction with the daughter of Cosiche and the infected has made you exhausted."

"A sharp tongue cannot save your life."

"Do you really want to fight me?" Neiwei asked, looking around the square.

Chen Mo did not answer. He slowly pulled out the giant sword, and the sharp blade of the Yanguo sword engraved with blue sword patterns was exposed to the decaying air.

The inner guard looked at the sword. He knew that the Yanguo-style weapon was not something ordinary people could possess. He also knew that his former friend had a different but similar bizarre experience.

Facing the sword pointed at him, the inner guard did not make any move, even pulling out his weapon to confront him, or retreating cautiously.

He seemed calm and calm.

"I should have warned you last time about the Daughters of Cosiche," he said.

"You can try to speak more clearly about what you said at that time."

"How can we find out?"

"For example, what is Cosiche? For example... Tallulah is his incarnation, the carrier and container of the so-called evil plan in your mouth."

"If I don't want to speak..."

"I don't expect you to speak."

"..."

"..."

They suddenly fell silent at the same time. In the silence, the two pairs of eyes stared at each other in this familiar place. They were once tied together by two strangers here. They could be regarded as sharing life and death, even if this was not the case. Out of their mutual intentions.

But since the rusty iron chain solidified by blood scab was untied, only one person has survived here.

Chen Mo couldn't forget the day when the chains were untied, but a heavier chain was tied to his heart. He couldn't forget that he saw with his own eyes that those blue pupils gradually darkened and spread in his sight.

Just like 013 has become a mark on Chen Mo, does the person who comes back from the dead still have a shadow of the past? Will the Ursus boy die forever on the black wall after leaving here, just like Chen Mo from Longmen? The deepest depths of cold darkness.

Chen Mo didn't dare not think so.