People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

Feeling his inner peace, Jiang Mo let out a long breath, then turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the escape pod where the black tower was.

Under normal circumstances, the air wave caused by the explosion would directly send the Black Tower's escape pod out, and even if Polka tried to interfere with the cause and effect of the Black Tower, it would be of no avail.

What's more...she should still be immersed in shock and unable to extricate herself.

As if he had imagined Polka's extremely astonished expression, the smile on Jiang Mo's face became more and more presumptuous, but soon, that presumptuous smile turned into gentleness.

He knew he was going to die, so...

Say goodbye to the Black Tower—no, I should say the Black Tower in this memory bubble.

"Black Tower..."

"I really love you..."

Almost at the moment Jiang Mo whispered these two sentences, everything around him suddenly stopped being still.

The imaginary energy gushing out from under his feet swallowed up the cracks caused by quantum collapse and Jiang Mo together. The entire laboratory suddenly flashed with violet light - that was the light produced by the simultaneous existence of imaginary explosion and quantum tide.

......

The two forces of imaginary numbers and quantum are like water and fire, completely incompatible.

They follow certain cosmic laws. When they are in the same space, they will begin to devour and fight endlessly until the other side is annihilated.

Almost at the same time Jiang Mo pressed the button, a sudden feeling of weightlessness hit the escape pod of the black tower.

The black tower slammed hard into the inner wall of the escape pod. She raised her head in pain and looked out through the explosion-proof glass. She found that the raging black waves suddenly turned in an instant, as if being pulled by an invisible hand and rushing towards the core area of ​​the laboratory.

At the same time, the girl had a bad premonition in her heart, and she subconsciously began to frantically tap the completely locked operating system, trying to break through the blockade of the escape pod.

The next second, the lines of error codes that popped up on the holographic screen in front of her suddenly formed characters that were extremely familiar to her - those were the traces left by Jiang Mo when he modified the underlying code a few days ago.

In an instant, she immediately understood the reason for Jiang Mo's slightly abnormal behavior a few days ago - he had known that there might be such a danger, so he was ready to sacrifice himself.

"Bastard! Liar!" She choked and pried open the cover of the control panel, then used the black hairpin on her head to short-circuit the backup power interface.

——She had already made up her mind that even if she died, she would die with him!

She was tired of being alone, and couldn't accept a life without Jiang Mo. She didn't want to be left alone again. Last time it was her parents, and this time it was Jiang Mo...

The world without Jiang Mo is not beautiful at all!

She didn't want to go back to that endless white night, she didn't want to let her world return to black, white and gray again!

However, the next second, the collision between imaginary energy and quantum tides caused a violent explosion. Just as Jiang Mo had expected, the huge shock wave instantly ejected the escape pod containing the black tower.

Just as the escape pod left the laboratory, she saw Jiang Mo, with a broken body, standing in front of the shattered observation window. The light from the violet crystal in his hand was brighter than a supernova explosion.

The scream of Polka and the roar of quantum tide reached their peak at the same time. In Heita's eyes, there was still a trace of Jiang Mo's last lip words before he was swallowed by the light - "I really love you."

Within three minutes of the escape pod falling into the atmosphere, Heita's genius brain plunged her into endless hell and fear.

She calculated 7,600 possibilities in just three minutes, but the possibility of Jiang Mo surviving was... zero.

'Why...why did you leave me alone?'

"You clearly said you would stay with me forever, why did you lie to me!"

This was Heita's last thought before he fainted.

Chapter 91: Black Tower: Liar...Liar! Big Liar!

By the time Heita regained consciousness, the escape pod had already fallen from a high altitude and landed on the scorched earth after the explosion.

She opened her eyes with great difficulty, feeling her wailing limbs, and an indescribable look of pain appeared on her face.

But even so, she still stretched out her hand with all her strength and tried to open the emergency switch on the cabin door.

bang——

The moment the escape hatch door popped open, a strong smell of sulfur rushed into the escape hatch unreasonably, choking Heita so much that he couldn't help but arch his back.

As she groped her way out of the metal cabin, she felt a piercing pain in her right little finger - the knuckle that had been stuck in the gap of the cabin door during the collision was now twisted unnaturally.

But she just clenched her injured hand into a fist and stuffed it into her pocket, letting the cold sweat slide down her spine into her lower back.

The scorched earth in the twilight glowed with a strange dark red. With every step she took, tiny crystals shattered on the soles of her boots. The black tower mechanically counted her steps. The method Jiang Mo taught her to relieve anxiety eight years ago now became a spell that supported her to move forward.

When she counted to the 479th step, she kicked a half-broken metal nameplate and could barely make out the words "Imaginary Number Laboratory Group 01" in the dim light - this was the access card they designed together.

The soil at the edge of the deep pit was still warm. Heita knelt down and grabbed a handful of gravel, watching the dark purple crystals flicker between his fingers.

This was the "extra compensation" she had negotiated with Zhenzhu at the time, and on Valentine's Day last year... Jiang Moduo asked the company to transfer three grams of iridium to make her a bracelet that could glow in the dark.

At this moment, the starlight that should have been wrapped around her lover's wrist was mixed in the scorched earth formed by imaginary energy and quantum tides, stinging her retinas.

"There may be errors in the calculation of survival rate..."

She suddenly murmured to the void, her trembling fingertips brushing across the jagged cross-section of the pit wall. The steel bars melted by the high temperature were entangled together like dying snakes. The sound of falling water came from somewhere, and in a trance it sounded like Jiang Mo humming an off-tune love song and tapping the test tube.

When that touch of violet came into view, Heita's temples suddenly began to throb violently.

She almost rushed over using both her hands and feet, but the moment she saw the fragments clearly, her whole body solidified into a deformed sculpture - there was a rice-grain-sized notch in the center of the hexagonal crystal, which was the word "Mo" she had written in a fit of anger.

The memory suddenly split the chaos, and she saw Jiang Mo standing in the violet light and saying the words "I really love you" to her, and these words... at that time were shining with a different kind of prism.

Spikes suddenly sprouted from the charred soil, causing Heita to stumble back in disbelief, his lower back hitting the tilted concrete slab.

She fumbled for something to hold onto, but instead grabbed the half-melted observation mirror, her face with dilated pupils reflected on the lens.

At this moment, a thought came to her mind: Has the person who always said, "My Miss Heita's eyes are more beautiful than the Orion Nebula" also turned into dust in the nebula?

The night wind blew hot ashes past his ears, and Heita suddenly found himself laughing.

She pressed the crystal fragments into her palm until the sharp edges pierced her skin and overlapped with the old wound. Last spring, when Jiang Mo accidentally cut his hand while teaching her how to cook in the kitchen, blood bloomed like roses on the pure white countertop.

At that time, she bandaged him with a cold face and looked angry, but after he fell asleep, she secretly kissed the scabbed scars.

"You promised me..." Broken syllables mixed with blood foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Heita curled up in the shadow of the concrete slab, watching the white mist he exhaled dissipate in the radioactive dust.

On the night when all the preparations for the Sigma Baryon Transformation Experiment were completed, Jiang Mo raised his head from the sea of ​​data and mouthed to her across the mountains of various resource minerals: "We will get married when the project is finished."

When the cold liquid slid across his chin, Heita realized that he was crying.

She did not cry out in pain, only large tears fell on the crystal fragments, splashing fine purple mist.

She bit her right hand fiercely, trying to block the sobs rising in her throat with the pain, but she tasted the taste of rust and the overlap of a rainy night in her memory.

——At that time, she had just failed a test and was trapped in Jiang Mo's arms. The man said in a raw voice: "Bite me if you feel uncomfortable."

As the waning moon rose to the zenith, the Black Tower began to collect all the glowing fragments.

She tore off the hem of her shirt to make a simple cloth bag, and mechanically repeated the movements of bending over, picking up, and putting things in.

When her fingertips touched the half-burnt metal chain, she suddenly remembered the moment when Jiang Mo pushed her into the escape pod, and the bracelet on her wrist accidentally caught her hair.

"Asshole with a 0% survival rate..." She rested her forehead on the scorching earth and chuckled, not even noticing the gravel embedding into her skin.

The man who always modified her program parameters without authorization even nailed the probability of death to 100%.

He had anticipated that an accident would happen, so he made all the preparations just to keep himself alive.

The cloth bag containing the fragments gradually bulged, and through the fabric one could feel countless sharp edges, just like the corners of Jiang Mo's eyes, which were always smiling.

At the coldest moment before dawn, Heita found the black hairpin that he had accidentally stuffed into his arms at the bottom of the pit.

At that time, I had just grown into a girl, and from then on, my relationship with him became more and more intimate.

This hairpin... was the one that came to him when he first fixed his outfit in this magical girl style.

What did he say at that time...?

Heita lowered his eyes slightly, thinking about the memories of that time.

That’s right - the amulet. He said it was an extra amulet given to him by fate, and that as long as he carried it with him, he would receive the blessing of the future Pure and Beautiful Messenger.

"If...if I become the envoy of Pure Beauty, can I bring you back to me?"

When the light of day broke through the clouds, Heita finally stood up shakily. She placed the hairpin on her chest, where there were still some kiss marks left by Jiang Mo the last time they slept in the same bed.

The radioactive dust glowed an eerie purple in the morning mist. In a trance, she saw someone standing against the light at the end of the horizon, the hem of his lab coat blown by the wind into the shape of a crane with outstretched wings - just like Jiang Mo standing on the balcony enjoying the breeze.

"Wait for me..." Just as the breath came out of the cracked lips, the phantom instantly dissipated in the rolling heat wave.

Heita looked down at his palms covered with scratches, and suddenly remembered the scene when they first held hands.

At that time, he used a very poor excuse to fool her, saying that it was to prevent her from getting lost.

Now that I think about it, maybe his purpose is no longer simple...

As the blazing sun began to burn the back of his neck, Heita groped for the wreckage of the escape pod.

She stuffed the cloth bag filled with debris into the emergency storage cabinet, her movements as gentle as if she were tucking in a blanket for a sleeping lover.

"I love you too, Jiang Mo..."

"It's been twelfth hours, three minutes, and twelve seconds since we've been apart. I miss you so much, Amo..."

The mist in the girl's eyes condensed into tears at this moment, falling bit by bit onto the cold shell of the locker.

The last time her tears fell, it was on Jiang Mo's warm chest, but this time... it was on the cold iron sheet that could never be warmed up.

Last time, I still had the right to cry my heart out, but this time... I have forever lost the place where I can vent my emotions without restraint.

At noon, Heita fell asleep hugging the locker, his bandaged hand still tightly grasping half a crystal.

When the violet halo climbed up her moist eyelashes through her fingers, it turned into the never-extinguished stars billions of light years away in her dream.

In his dream, he saw that figure. He was still as gentle, as frivolous, and as... nostalgic as before.

In a trance, the figure was walking farther and farther away in her dream, and she chose to catch up, but she was always just two centimeters away from him.

Her reason told her that she could not catch up with him because he was already dead, died in the disaster protecting her.

But she still pursued him, not for anything else, but for the time they had spent together.

Soon, she chased his figure and came to a big tree. He was standing in the shade and her face could not be seen clearly.

"Jiang Mo..." She called his name tremblingly, but he did not turn around. He just silently put a small iron box on the ground.

“Bury all those sad and happy memories, and one day, they will bloom into happy flowers.”

As that incredibly gentle voice rang in her ears for the last time, the figure turned slightly, smiled softly at her, and then—transformed into thousands of violet petals and dissipated in the shade of the trees.

Heita stared blankly at everything in front of him, then lowered his head in silence and buried the small iron box he left behind under the shade of a big tree.

According to common sense...she would not believe such a thing, because it is impossible for flowers to bloom in an iron box.

But...she still chose to believe.

Not for anything else, because the person who said this to her was her tutor,

He is also her lover.

......

At the same time, in a spaceship that had just taken off from Pier Point.

Zhenzhu looked down at the message on her phone from a year ago and sighed slightly.

"So you anticipated that something would happen, so you arranged for me to help you clean up the mess..."

"The emotions of organic life...are truly difficult to fathom..."

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I'm not in a very good mood today. I've been sitting in front of the computer all day and have written so much. Sigh... To be honest, being sick really affects my mood. When I feel unwell, my smooth writing becomes awkward...

The Black Tower chapter is almost over, and there should be only three or four chapters of simulation content left. If all goes well... I can write it tomorrow.

By the way, I recommend a friend’s book: