Longmen Memoirs

The doctor turned his head slightly and looked at the chessboard in front of him. He had no more pieces to move, and he still had one last move to make.

To give checkmate (Kill King)

He also caught the doctor's gaze.

"I lost."

The doctor reached out and took his hand, standing up.

"No, you win." The doctor said softly, standing in front of the window of the Rhode Island, staring at the lights of Chernobog in the distance in the dark night.

ps: There are three lines in this volume, and the last three lines will meet at the dragon gate.

ps2: I will try my best to update more in the future.

Chapter 48 The chess game is like a pile of eggs

"No, you won."

The doctor said softly, his own figure reflected on the glass, and further away, the brightly lit sky of Chicheng, and the deep night on the other side of Rhode Island.

The astigmatism of the city obscures the invisible starry sky.

He is Kazdaele's executioner, a master tactician who can manipulate all situations, the only and best military expert on Rhodes Island, the royal court's strategist, the top source stone scholar, and a lost soul.

It was he who hid behind the scenes and moved the chess pieces one by one to change the situation between Kazdaele and Victoria. It was also he who personally controlled the war called Northern Xinjiang from a distance of thousands of miles.

He was not a natural chess player, nor a natural strategist, but someone wanted him to do it, and he happened to be able to do it, so he did all this.

While people place their hopes on him, they should also feel fearful and intimidated by what he has done.

When life becomes a number that keeps increasing and decreasing on a piece of paper, you will instantly realize that it is not actually that heavy. Everything in the world can be placed on both ends of the scale and weighed.

Throne, power, wealth, blood, life, future, and even emotions... any item can find an equivalent exchange.

He was still short of the last move of that game.

The chess game has been decided, but the opponent's game is full of eggs and there is no way out.

But the doctor has never been able to move the chess pieces, and he has never been able to see clearly who won the game.

The doctor found another way to win the victory that should have belonged to him.

Kill the king.

When the other side was looking for death, the doctor naturally completed what he expected to do and cleaned up the remaining pieces of the game.

But several years have passed, and it is only today that the doctor sees clearly the real outcome of this game of chess.

It was he who lost. As a winner, he won Kazdaele's chess, but lost to Chernobog.

Looking back, this was probably the only time the Doctor lost in the field he was good at. Of the 732 rounds, only three were truly meaningful.

One was in Kazdale, the other was in Victoria, and the last one was on the border between Yanguo and Ursus.

Use the world as a chessboard, all living beings as pawns, and big countries as the heavy hand.

The most expensive chess game in the world.

But now, the chess player has lost his most powerful piece.

Rather, one thing that the doctor just wants to understand now is that the chess piece regarded him as his chess piece, and he unknowingly became the chess player, but he was deeply involved in the chess game.

A chess player should not be trapped in his own chess game. He should be a bystander, weighing the importance of the world and weighing the trade-offs of life, taking every step carefully and carefully.

"How about putting yourself to death and living again..." The doctor chewed softly on this sentence he heard four years ago. Now that he thought about it, he truly understood its meaning.

The doctor said it was not enough, the pieces were not dominant, the chess game was confusing, and there was no way to move the integrated movement.

So he dragged Victoria and Kazdaele into the chess game and turned them into the elephants and knights of the integrated movement. He dragged Yan Guo into the chess game and turned them into the soldiers, horses and chariots of the integrated movement.

Only he can do it, and only he can do it. Being pushed forward by things, he said helplessly: He just happened to get the right card, so he had to play it.

So in the end it was himself. When the king died, the chess game ended, which also meant a new beginning.

He changed a critical situation.

But who can remember the dead king?

Remember the man who was famous all over Yan Jinghua.

Remembering the natural disaster that buried everything in the Snow Kingdom of Northern Ursus, he, like his father, was gently buried under the soil of the snowfield.

People will only remember the winner, and the winner is not in Ursus, not in Yanguo, not in Kazdaele, and not in Victoria.

Everyone lost, deceived by a huge conspiracy and a big lie.

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Only... Integrated Movement, Chernobog two years later.

They became the biggest winners for no reason. They put laurel crowns on themselves, cheered for victory, and after the death of the king, they ushered in the future that belonged to them.

The Crystal Age belongs to the era of the infected.

"I am a little person. I never thought that one day I would be able to push the wheels of the world. I am ordinary and selfish, so I cannot become a great man."

"I am a vanguard, a soldier crossing the river. There is no way to retreat."

"You use your brain and I do it. We each perform our duties and do what we can do."

"I don't hate them, and I won't help them. People are different. Don't ask others to save you. Mercy is the cheapest thing in the world."

"...I said, it's all bullshit!"

The doctor couldn't help but think of what he had said. The more he thought about it, the lights of the city in front of him gradually became pity and ridiculous in his eyes.

He sighed softly, pulled back his hood, and turned around.

"Amiya..."

The 15-year-old girl stood behind the doctor.

Amiya deliberately lowered her footsteps, but she was still discovered by the doctor unexpectedly, and a trace of panic flashed across the little rabbit's face.

"Ah, doctor, I didn't mean it... It's just that you seem to have something on your mind. I'm a little worried about your health. I can't find you anywhere..."...

"It's okay, it doesn't matter," the doctor said, his voice steady and low.

"Doctor?" Amiya gradually calmed down.

"Come here, Amiya." The doctor waved.

Amiya walked up to the doctor, and the doctor reached out and touched the top of Custer's head. Amiya did not resist. She hesitated for a while, then raised her head and looked at the man in the black coat in front of her.

Amiya remembered that a long time ago, she had met the man in front of her when she was young. At that time, he was by her side, teaching her how to fight, how to command, and how to become a qualified leader.

He stood beside him, just like the father he had seen when he was a child. Was it the same before his father pushed him out of the rooftop?Amiya didn't remember telling herself to live.

She only remembered that as long as the doctor was by her side, she had endless courage, as if she could face it all. The doctor's words, the doctor's figure, the doctor's instructions, he would always stand behind her and look at her, putting his hands on her. Put it on your head and praise: Well done, Amiya.

"You have grown up, Amiya... you have done so well." The doctor said, as if he was lamenting the passage of time, but the child in front of him was still as gentle and strong as ever.

He saw Rhode Island, a land cruiser that had long since abandoned its past identity, a ship full of wanderers, a lair where executioners licked their wounds.

The people here and everything here are both strange and familiar to the doctor. He can think of every place he has seen on this ship, and every place can bring back some memories for him.

But just memories.

It now sails into the future, a future that no one has ever witnessed.

"Well done..." the doctor repeated softly.

"No..." Amiya shook her head: "This is the result of everyone's joint efforts. It is a home built by everyone on the Rhode Island. Doctor, I hope Rhode Island can become our home."

"Doctor, you will always be with us, right?"

Amiya said expectantly, as if she was afraid that the doctor would turn around and disappear suddenly like the past. The doctor said that he had made many mistakes and many people still hate him.

But Amiya knows that the Doctor is not like that, the Doctor is just...a last resort.

The doctor didn't answer. He retracted his hand, but Amiya grabbed the doctor's palm. She held it tightly, as tightly as she held the doctor's raised hand when she first found him in the sarcophagus.

Those hands were cold, so cold that you couldn't see the frost covered with blood.

"doctor..."

"Amiya, do you hate infected people?" The doctor's hand was held tightly by Amiya. He lowered his head and looked at the girl in front of him: "Do you hate turning you into such an infected person?"

Amiya was startled, not expecting the doctor to ask this question.She couldn't see the doctor's eyes under the mask, but she could feel that those eyes seemed to penetrate deep into her heart and were staring at her quietly.

hate it?Don't you hate it?

Why not hate?

How could it not be [&

My parents, my home, my life, and my world are all in this miserable state because of them. I should have had a better life, and I should have parents and family who love me. .

Amiya's azure eyes gradually became firm.

"Maybe I have enough reasons to hate, but I don't hate them, Doctor. I won't hate anyone." Amiya said firmly, as if to confirm her choice, she looked straight at the Doctor.

"Can you tell me the reason? Amiya... There was once a person who said the same thing as you and did similar things to you, but I couldn't understand the reason he told me at that time, his reason. The doctor turned his head and glanced at Chernobog: "This city, Chernobog, is the answer he left for me."

The doctor turned around and his eyes fell on the 15-year-old girl in front of him.

"Now, I want to hear your answer."

"My father, mother, and my family were all lost to infected people..." Amiya held the doctor's hand: "But I don't hate them, doctor, I know why they did that, they lost Home, all the infected people on Rhode Island are the same as me, but they don’t hate the infected people. They told me that everything can be changed."

"Now I have also become an infected person. Because of this, I can deeply feel their despair and anger at that time. Hatred will bring more hatred, pain and sadness. We should not always be immersed in the past. There is still a future. Waiting for us, no matter it is better or worse...Linguang, Dupin, ACE, Ms. Kelsey, Your Highness, and everyone in Rhode Island...and..." Amiya paused, holding up her hands. He held the doctor's hand tightly: "Doctor, you... I hope we can go on together and face it together."

"That's right..." The doctor seemed to understand something suddenly: "You have really grown up, Amiya. You may have enough ability to go on now."

"No, I still have many shortcomings. I hope, Doctor, you can be by my side, watch me, and guide me...Can you? Doctor." Amiya prayed.

"Do you believe me? Amiya."

"I believe Doctor."

The doctor nodded.

"Then I will watch you, Amiya, and I will accompany you until the end of this road."

The doctor held Amiya's hand with his backhand. The little girl in front of him reminded him of watching her gradually being born in the facility on the lower deck of Rhode Island's research room several years ago.

She carried the hope of Kazdael, the heir to the White Flower, and... later, the martyr.

Someone changed her destiny and entrusted her to his hands. Over the years, the doctor has been trying his best to play his role well, as a teacher and half a father.

It was an endless road with no end in sight. Countless people followed one after another, risking their lives and forgetting their own lives. On the dark road, there were people walking with torches, opening up the darkness and leading the way forward.

The flames glowed faintly, appearing and disappearing.

She is the leader.

She is hope.

She is a pioneer.

And he is a follower, a martyr, and a brother.

A prophet... and a butcher.

So what role will you play?

Chess player...mind, or soul.

The doctor doesn't know.

He only remembered that he responded to the girl's expectations. On the Rhode Island sailing towards the future, and in the witness of the last wishes of Chernobog's old friend, he fulfilled the promise he made back then.

"You know, Amiya, when I asked that person for an answer, he told me that he didn't hate the infected... what he hated more than the infected was himself, his cowardly self."

The doctor said that under the bright incandescent light on Rhodes Island, a scene from many years ago seemed to appear before his eyes. In the same position, they were staring at the rolling and gloomy sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

"He is afraid, Amiya." The doctor turned around. He and Amiya held hands and looked at the dark night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, their figures reflected on the glass.

"What is he afraid of? Doctor." Amiya asked.

The warmth of the doctor's palm felt in the girl's hand, which reassured her.

"What was he afraid of?...I thought about it later, and thought about it for a long time. He was not afraid of death, fate, or suffering. He walked such a long journey with scars and killed so many people. He was ruthless and ruthless. , indifferent and indifferent, what can scare him?"

"PhD……"