I'm not Yingjie

"woke up?"

He turned around and saw Soul, wearing half a mask, sitting in his seat and speaking to him weakly.

"Where is this..."

"Transport plane, transport plane to the fifth branch." Hun's condition was not good either. Himiko showed no mercy and her facial bones were almost broken. But at least it was much better than the Speaker who had lost a hand and a leg and was half-dead.

"The fifth branch... hehe... it turns out that as before, we have failed." The Speaker muttered as he looked at his charred arm.

"There's nothing surprising about this. You had a plan, and so did others. You just lost." Soul said calmly, "Everyone loses all the time. You just happened to lose this time."

“Hahahaha… Yeah, I didn’t expect you to say that…”

The Speaker laughed nonchalantly, but soon he coughed and lowered his head, his face twisted in pain. After enduring the pain for a while and waiting for it to gradually subside, he continued, "Can I have a cigarette?"

"at this time?"

"I'm almost dead, please fulfill my last wish."

"..."

"..."

Hun suddenly stopped all movements, and his scarlet and cold-blooded eyes, unlike usual, stared indifferently at the smiling Speaker.

"'I'm sorry to have kept you waiting' huh..." Soul slowly read out what the Speaker said before boarding the transport plane.

"Did you hear it?"

"No, you figured it out." Hun stood up and searched the speaker's body, and found the pack of cigarettes. After picking up the cigarettes, she sneered and said, "Sure enough, in your cleanup plan, you yourself are also one of the people to be cleaned up."

"Isn't this normal? The so-called massacre means leaving no one alive." The Speaker smiled indifferently, "You actually wanted to kill me a long time ago, but you didn't rush to do it because of Lin."

"..."

"Don't worry, Lin is being taken care of by someone. He will probably spend the rest of his life in a beautiful illusion, not like us..."

The Speaker pointed to his own broken body and said, "Wake up."

"Your parents were killed by the poison pupa under my orders. The fifth branch was destroyed under my instructions. You already know this very well."

"I thought you thought I had let it go."

"How could that be? If people could let go of hatred so easily, I wouldn't have taken action against Dr. Mei and those guys who wanted to transform humans." The Speaker smiled, "Didn't you say that too? You are not in the same group as me. I am also one of the scumbags."

"…I will take you to the Fifth Branch and kill you there."

Soul announced coldly.

Chapter 61: Zero's World

"That freak with the masked face is here again... Don't mess with him. He knocked someone unconscious last time..."

Whispered malicious voices came from my ears. Ling was walking alone in the corridor. He was wearing a baseball cap and covering his face with a mask. The students who were bullying others changed their expressions when they saw him.

But Zero ignored them and walked straight into his classroom, found a seat and sat down.

Knocked out?

Zero just happened to see them bullying each other and stepped forward to stop them. When someone wanted to attack him, he just fought back legitimately. That person wasn't even injured, he just fainted.

After that, he felt even lonelier as he already had no one to date, because no one could figure out what he was thinking.

But he didn't care about that, he just listened quietly.

……

"let me go……"

A woman's scream came from the dark alley, along with the smell of alcohol. Even though Zero didn't see the scene inside, he had already determined from this information that it was a group of drunkards who were harassing women.

Men who are completely drunk are impotent, but they don't really care.

There are thousands of ways that are inferior to sexual ability, even if ordinary people can think of them casually, let alone a group of people who have no self-control.

He stood at the intersection, carrying a shoulder bag, and stared into the dark alley.

On the left is the way home, and on the right is a dark alley.

"What? Are you hesitating?"

A voice came from behind, and a hooded and masked man walked past him, sneering.

hesitate?

Ling had to admit that he hesitated. The memory in his mind told him that he was a time traveler. Logically, he should protect himself and not do anything unnecessary.

But my body involuntarily wants to stop what is happening now, for no reason.

So Zero wanted to know why, was it just because he was born with a sense of justice?

wrong……

He still stopped the group of drunkards from humiliating the woman, and the woman ran away without looking back. He stood in front of the group of drunkards who were looking for new fun, still in deep thought.

……

Boring traffic lights, day after day, year after year.

Fifty-nine seconds... Fifty-eight seconds... Fifty-seven seconds...

The jumping bytes, the pedestrians with their heads down, and the unchanging world, this is what Zero looks like.

He could see exactly which muscle each person lifted when they laughed, but Zero never felt like they were laughing.

At least in front of themselves, they are just flexing their muscles, an action different from "laughing".

The red light turned green, and Zero stopped counting. He glanced at the timer which was exactly the same as what he had silently counted.

"Oh My God……"

A groan made Ling stop. He turned around and saw an old lady lying in the middle of the road. She looked to be in her seventies or eighties, with white hair and a complexion of the same color as her hair. She was lying on the ground weakly.

Zero saw countless people passing by her, and after thinking about it, she also wanted to leave with the crowd.

Thirty-seven seconds... Thirty-six seconds...

He silently counted the time until the green light.

This is something that has no benefits and many disadvantages.

Ling could list a hundred cases where people were blackmailed for helping the elderly, but he couldn't help but think of those relatively few and inconspicuous cases where people were praised for helping the elderly.

That's a minority.

Zero told himself.

He thinks he is very rational and a particularly smart person, and most people are probably not as clear-headed as him.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

A familiar person passed by, but when Zero looked over, he was nowhere to be seen.

He walked over to the old woman, helped her up, and waited with her until her family came to pick her up.

Soon, the old man's family arrived and scolded Ling, saying that he had knocked the old man down and needed him to compensate for the loss.

Zero had only one doubt.

He asked the roaring people: "Why didn't you take care of her? Let her cross the road alone? Isn't that dangerous?"

Zero didn't see the astonishment on their faces as he left.

Sure enough, his case was not a special one.

……

"Excuse me, has anyone seen my concert ticket?"

Zero closed his eyes and waited for the concert venue to open. After hearing this, he saw a man anxiously looking for his dropped ticket.

Did it fall off?

Tickets for Eden's concerts are very scarce, especially for this kind of limited tour. Although her music appeals to both the elite and the masses, and she rarely does things like limiting the number of tickets, as a singer, she can only decide on a small part.

The tickets that were fought over so hard were bought with just a little effort. He would come to the concert, but Eden's songs could give him a brief moment of peace and make him less distracted.

He felt like there were two consciousnesses fighting in his brain, but it also seemed like they were actually in perfect harmony, almost to the point where they could coordinate and control their left and right hands to copy each piece of homework.

But Ling thought that this would not bring any convenience to his daily life. He would not copy two assignments, nor would he let two consciousnesses fight in his mind.

In addition to these two consciousnesses that occasionally make different decisions, there is also a voice that often appears and says something incomprehensible.

Tell Zero to make his own decision and not to listen to either of these two consciousnesses.

"Have you seen my ticket?"

This man asked Zero with a hint of luck. He looked at the ticket in Zero's hand with burning eyes, while everyone before Zero impatiently drove him away, thinking that he was a guy who came to cheat tickets.

"…Do you really need it?" Zero asked.

"It took me a long time to get it..." His eyes dimmed. "Although attending concerts is not a necessity in my life, I can see Eden at such a close distance. When will the next time be..."

"Do you have money?"

"what?"

"I'll sell it to you if you have the money." Ling raised the ticket in his hand, "original price."

Concerts are not essential to his life either, so there is nothing wrong with giving them to others.

"You, you sell it to me?" He was very surprised. The ticket had been hyped up on the Internet and was sold at the original price on the eve of the concert. It was simply impossible.

So, naturally, he suspected Zero.

"You didn't find this ticket from me and then try to blackmail me for money, did you?"

"..."

Even Zero didn't expect him to say that.

He silently lowered his head and looked at the ticket in his hand, then looked at the man whose face was filled with anger and who was about to decide to check the surveillance cameras.

Whose reason is this?

Tickets? Men? Or zero?

he does not know.

So, he suddenly wanted to do something.

"Here you go." Ling handed the ticket to the man.

"Sure enough, it's you! Humph! Since you have a good attitude in admitting your mistake, I won't make a fuss about it this time!" The man's smiling face appeared.

"..." Zero looked at his muscles moving and asked, "Aren't you going to check the surveillance?"

"No, I forgive you."

“What if this isn’t your ticket?”

No one answered Zero, and the man had already left happily.

He stayed where he was, looking at the colorful yet colorless world.

New Year Special Edition: Forest Shadows

At the beginning of the new year, a cat under the wet eaves let out a tender cry and jumped into the warm sunlight.

A head of long hair like a black waterfall scattered on the wood grain of the floor. The man was sitting cross-legged in a silent courtyard with a cloak on. His well-proportioned arms were covered with a lacquered white cloth. His elbows were resting on the wooden table. His lazy eyes casually looked at the small lake. The gurgling water and the melodious birdsong paused for a moment with the crisp sound of a startled deer.

The tea stems have been put into the teapot and boiled for more than six minutes. The subtle fragrance is lingering and tempting.

Two floating clouds blew in from the clear blue sky, reflecting the sundial and then quietly dispersing.

Like birds flying away, the joy of spring is coming.

The man picked up the tea with a flick of his sleeves, held the cup to his lips. He omitted admiring the color and smelling the aroma, as there was neither need nor interest in doing so. He just felt like having a sip of hot tea on New Year's Eve.

"Huh..." After taking a cup of tea, he felt the rich and mellow taste, the aftertaste was sweet and the sound of a spring coming from the bottom of his tongue. He put down the teacup and exhaled a leisurely breath of the aroma.

Please do not disturb me... Please do not disturb me... Perhaps the meaning of this sentence can be changed?

A chirping sound brought him back to the cold spring.