Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

Her memory...is of a monotonous and boring life.

Train, inspect, record; train, inspect, record...

Ten years as one day.

"Saori Tsuruyu."

When Li Mo read out this name, Saori Tsuruyou lowered her head and tried to cover her slightly weathered face with her hands.

The two looked a generation apart, but Saori Tsuruyu still shouted with respect: "It's me, brother... I'm Saori Tsuruyu."

Li Mo nodded and said nothing more.

Yes, thirty years have changed a lot. He has met so many old friends along the way whose appearance has not changed with age that he has forgotten what thirty years means to ordinary people.

Mei is already dead, out of time.

Alicia, Padu Felice, and Raiden Mei are all strange, their appearances won't change much unless the patterns are distorted. Silence is death.

Shigure Kirara uses special means to ensure that when he returns one day, he will be able to see her at her most beautiful.

Although the appearance has not changed, the vitality has been irreversibly diminished, and one day it will die in the most beautiful posture.

Shigure Kirara’s repeated defeats last night were proof of that.

"Come in. I haven't seen you in thirty years. You've grown taller."

"Ok!"

Young Li Mo gently rubbed Saori Tsuruyu's head like an elder caressing a younger one.

Saori Tsuruyu responded softly, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice, and slowly walked into the house. Each step seemed so light and solemn, as if she was crossing the gap of thirty years.

Her time stopped when Li Mo left.

Thirty years later, the wheels are turning again.

With Saori Tsuruyu's help, Li Mo had a lot less work to do.

Being in charge of breakfast for a whole family is quite a workload. Fortunately, Saori Tsuruyu is a good cook, and the two of them each do their part, systematically handling the ingredients, cooking, and styling...

"Let me help!" Shigure Kirara appeared out of nowhere, picked up the spatula and prepared to start frying. She turned to Saori Tsuruyu and said, "I've learned a lot recently, and my cooking skills have improved a lot."

Just as she took a step forward, Shigure Qiluo's mouth twitched, her legs trembled, and her expression was very embarrassed.

Shigure Kirara: "I, I twisted my waist..."

Li Mo naturally knew why...

"Let's do it! Qiluo, go wake up the children."

"Yes, Captain. Leave it to us!"

"Well... okay, then I'll be out first?"

Li Mo & Saori Tsuruyu: "Yeah!"

The moment she left the kitchen, Shi Yu Qiluo turned her head and glanced at Li Mo. Her amber-like eyes shone with a faint light, and her pink lips moved as she whispered something.

……

……

Every year since then, on special days, Li Mo would accompany her to Siberia to pay tribute to her former comrades.

Buried in the bitter frost of Siberia, someone will still remember...

She casually mentioned it countless times: "Every time this day came, everyone in Snow Wolf would gather together to celebrate, but that was a long time ago. If I die in the future, I must be buried here."

"Because... every time the cold wind blows, the snow wolves will step onto this snowy plain and reunite and shout, just like we did back then."

……

……

Dim lights and a soft white bed.

Qiluo's eyes gradually lost their amber-like brilliance, and the world around her became blurry and distant. What she saw was like an old movie film, playing slowly and blurrily frame by frame.

Even so, Qiluo was still trying hard to focus her sight on the face of the man holding her hand. She couldn't see it clearly, but just seeing the outline made her feel extremely at ease.

This is probably what death feels like: calm, cold, and empty.

Did Li Mo feel the same way back then?

There was no such thing as a cursory tour as people often say. The only feeling was that the sounds around me kept flowing backwards, like water flowing down a mountain stream.

Farther and farther...farther and farther...

The colors of the world gradually faded in her eyes, from brilliant and varied to a single gray, which was the final color of life.

But in the spreading gray, she saw—

A streak of bright red blooms for her.

What followed was an indescribable drowsiness, as if the whole body was being dragged by an invisible force, sinking towards an unknown and deep place.

At the last moment of her life, Shigure Qiluo vaguely felt countless soft and cold kisses on her face.

Soft and cool...

But this feeling quickly disappears when the touch is turned off.

There were no noisy human voices in my ears, but instead the howling cold wind and the loud cries of a pack of snow wolves on the snowfield.

Shi Yu Qiluo smiled sweetly, her pale lips moving slightly.

There was no sound, but Li Mo could understand what she was saying.

Thanks……

I love you……

Finale "Meet Again"

A hundred years have passed, like a long river, silently washing away all traces of the past.

The deceased turned into a handful of yellow earth, gradually burying the familiar history under the dust of time.

When the last breeze connected to the past quietly disappears, this world is no longer the destination of the old era.

"The last one..."

Li Mo, covered in mud, came to a pool of blood with several corpses floating on it.

Li Mo slowly stretched out his hand, blocking his sight, as if erasing chalk marks on a blackboard, erasing the pool of blood in reality.

The weird won't die.

As a result, countless terrifying bloodshot lines appeared on Li Mo's face, making his numb expression look even more hideous.

"Finish……"

"It's time to go back..."

Li Mo said softly, standing still.

This stop lasted for several years.

Li Mo moved his limbs only after regaining consciousness. There were weeds growing under his feet and his whole body was covered with dust.

"My concept of time is becoming increasingly blurred, but fortunately... my memory is still intact."

Li Mo shook his head, slid gently in the air in front of him, cut a hole and walked in.

Return to the original world again from the deserted land.

For a hundred years, Li Mo has been dealing with the weirdness of various worlds.

With the immortality, immunity to laws, and the ability to "make wishes" bestowed upon him by the illusion, he traveled through countless worlds and finally succeeded in swallowing up all the strangeness...

probably.

There is another one... but she is not in this time and space. Li Mo can't bear to kill her, nor can he help her, and he dare not see her.

That is not a brand of the soul, nor a stamp of thought, but the purest choice in his heart.

Kiana was already awake——

These two seemingly opposite people share senses, memories, and patterns.

Li Mo couldn't tell from the future vision whether Guiqi was Kiana or Kiana was Kiana...

This shattered his previous idea that Guiqi was a new personality after being contaminated.

The winter wind was bitingly cold, blowing through the empty streets, making a whimpering sound.

Li Mo walked forward with a staggering pace, his ragged clothes walking on the bustling and dazzling modern street, which made him out of tune with the clean and individual people on the roadside.

Especially the uncovered and terrifying face, which looked like the ugly marks left by being burned by flames, with blood vessels swollen and visible on the skin.

Passersby gave way one by one.

No hunger, no tiredness, no sense of time...

These are not reasons for Li Mo to wander the streets like a zombie.

All kinds of causes and effects, countless laws are imposed on the body. A thought can cross the galaxy and reach the deepest part of the universe. A word can bring life back to life and turn bones around.

Even an ugly appearance can be transformed with just a thought from the heart.

but--

That makes no sense.

Unauthorized use of conceptual-level laws will lead to the uncontrolled release of pollution and cause unnecessary casualties.

Resurrecting a person would only cause that person to spread a huge amount of pollution everywhere.

The fictional Mei once used trains and rails to reveal the strange truth. The strange existence is the "false track", which completes the incomplete fate and continues the life of the world.

But the "fake track" created by the fictional Mei is too rugged. Even if the train can move forward, it will become riddled with holes and devastated.

At that time, Li Mo did one thing - creating a smooth and uniform "false orbit".

This is exactly what he is doing now.

It took a hundred years of tireless work at all times to get all the world's trains back to the temporarily stable "false track".

The weird world continues because of its weirdness, and is full of pain and despair because of ghosts. So we only need to eliminate the ghosts and curb the birth of ghosts to create a smooth and uniform "false orbit".

To do this, he cannot use the strange laws at the conceptual level, and this is the path he chose.

He is unkempt and doesn't care about his image because there is no one in this world worth remembering.

Ugly or not, it means nothing.

The laughter and joy of the past have all disappeared, and today, I am alone... Why should I feel sorry for myself and be bound by my physical body?

In the second century, time slipped away quietly like fine sand. When Li Mo once again pulled himself out of his long and hazy thoughts, everything around him was very different from the world he remembered.

He was placed in a modern and solemn mental hospital, where various advanced instruments were arranged in an orderly manner and the air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

Medical staff walked around, dressed in neat uniforms and with gentle and professional smiles on their faces.

"Although they look exactly the same, they don't have the aura of a living person. They are not alive."

With just one glance, Li Mo recognized the identity of the medical staff.

But he didn't care.

Recalling briefly, someone found him decades ago and brought him to this mental hospital for observation and treatment, which was actually a free human experiment.

People were eager to get the answer to immortality from him.

Fortunately, before being caught, he sealed off the contamination from himself. As long as he did not actively use the strange rules, even if his blood and organs were taken out, they would not have any impact on the outside world, and there would be no reaction when the instruments were detected.

The past is a lesson for the future...

The tragedy of the strange world will not be repeated.

Time flies, time flies.

The hospital's managers changed one after another, and the way they treated Li Mo might be gentle or brutal.

The sun rises and sets, flowers bloom and fade.