Melted City

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No one has ever thought about why the world is like this and why people are living like this. These are the "truths" that do not need to be considered. +++ Ranking of the latest Danmei novels: www.sto123.cc

Lianchuan knew from memory that the world would collapse and destroy one day, and there was nothing but the black mist.

Bugs must be cleared, redundancy must be cleared, illegal births must be recovered, mutations must be recovered, travelers must be destroyed, bats must be destroyed, and memories should be reset when seeing things that should not be seen...

He didn't know how many people disappeared under his hands.

No one knows how much memory is erased.

Nothing needs to be known.

Because this is how hyenas live.

Whether it is the main city, the ghost town, or the lost valley, the leader or civilian, the traveler or bat, the experimental body or the aboriginal body, the disappeared body, the remaining consciousness...

Everything is like this.

Everyone, everything, that's it.

No reason.

And the collapse began.

With the exception of the ground beneath the feet, all the reasonableness, all "this is it", began to collapse together.

Lianchuan has never been entangled with "Who Am I?", I can do whatever I want, and I have no relationship with anyone. I just need to understand that I am me.

But for more than twenty years he has lived, no day is not suffering, no day is able to put off (tuo) fear, he proves that he is irreplaceable with invincible, he stays awake with pain and fear, all he does is Is to live.

He asked why.

Why is it me, why do I have to live this way.

why?

Who arranged all this.

Who is holding the walking lights.

Who is turning around.

Who decides to turn or stop, start or end.

Lianchuan felt that someone had hit his back and quickly bounced off again.

He withdrew his thoughts and glanced back.

Ning Gu sat behind him, rubbed his face, and looked tired.

"Return to the shelter?" Lian Chuan asked.

"Uncle Crazy," Ning Gu looked at the Crazy Uncle with his head down, "Do you want to stay here?"

"Where to stay?" Crazy Uncle asked.

"Here," Ning Gu looked around. "Isn't this the Tongue now?"

"This is almost the border to the north." Uncle Mad said.

"Have you been to the border?" Ning Gu asked.

"I've been there," Uncle Mad looked up. "There is nothing, the exit is not at the border, there is nothing outside the border, it's empty."

"Do you want to stay here?" Ning Gu asked again.

"I'm going to stay here," said Uncle Mad, his voice lowering bit by bit. "Stay in this picture, follow the lantern, and turn to see that side."

Ning Gu seemed to understand, he actually wanted to let Uncle Crazy go back to the shelter with him, but listening to Uncle Crazy's meaning, he didn't have this plan, and he didn't persuade (qiang qiang) any more, the travelers are all Free.

"I'm going to take the nails away," Ning Gu looked at the old ghost again. "These... travelers, what are you going to do?"

"Just put it here," said the old ghost. "No one will hurt them again."

"Head of the group, won't they find it here?" Ning Gu asked, "If they want to use..."

"How much material is there," the old ghost laughed. "Which is enough for his army?"

Ning Gu looked at him without speaking.

"These are not exhausted, he will not venture into the thick fog again," the old ghost closed his smile and slowly turned to look at him, "The leader is an activist, decisive, focused, firm, what he has to do Things will be done..."

"He already has an army?" Ning Gu asked.

"You will see," said the old ghost, "you will eventually choose the same path as him."

"No one can help me decide." Ning Gu said.

"You have already thought about it," said the old ghost.

"Yes," Ning Gu walked over to the nail and took his arm to lift him up. "I already thought about it."

"What did you choose?" the old ghost asked.

Ning Gu gave him a glance and said nothing.

"What did you choose?" Uncle Mad asked.

"I'm going to cut off that hand." Ning Gu walked back with the nails back and forth.

"What hand?" Crazy Uncle froze.

"The hand holding the horse lantern." Ning Gu said.

After crossing the bridge of the Aborigines, Ning Gu stopped and glanced at Lianchuan beside him.

"I can't pull two people." Lian Chuan said.

"I know," Ning Gu said, "I want to ask you, do you know the way back?"

"You don't know?" Lianchuan was speechless.

"Not sure," Ning Gu said. "I didn't pay attention to the way when I came."

"Let's go." Lianchuan went on.

"Is there an infected person nearby?" Ning Gu asked. Uncle Crazy called the aborigines infected by the experiment as infected.

"No," Lian Chuan said. "Now the old ghosts have let the aborigines absolutely avoid contact with them, and the number of infected people will only decrease."

"You said, there were so many aborigines and infected people outside the shelter," Ning Gu frowned. "If the regiment already has an army, where is it hiding?"

"Underground," Lianchuan said, "If the aborigines were really people who survived in the last world, how did they live before? What about the house?"

"Underground?" Ning Gu looked at him.

"There are many floors in the basement," Lianchuan said. "There are so many travelers in the shelter and there is no such large-scale underground building, right?"

"Are you trying to say... the basement is Aboriginal?" Ning Gu was surprised.

"They used to live underground, leave after adapting to the environment... if so," Lianchuan said, "there will be more basements."

"But where is it?" Ning Gu held the nail up. He had never carried the nail before. He didn't know that the nail was much heavier than it looked.

"There are no or very few indigenous people, and it's not very far from the shelter, but travelers generally don't go," Lianchuan said. "It is necessary to be safe and undetected, and to reach the place where the car comes in the shortest time..."

"Metal cemetery." This was Ning Gu's first response. "But Nail and I always went to the metal cemetery and the dump to find something. There was no place to go down to the ground, and there were already cracks there. If There are troops below..."

"The leader made these for the travelers," Lianchuan said. "He doesn't waste materials. Those materials are travelers one by one, his companions, don't they?"

"Directly." Ning Gu was anxious.

"When the crack came, he first went to the material library. What made him give up the material?" Lianchuan turned his face and glanced at him. "There are more important things ahead, he wants to transfer his army. Because the basement below the metal cemetery may have been destroyed."

It took a long time for Ning Gu to say, "How do you know."

"Guess." Lian Chuan said.

"Guess what you said so sure?" Ning Gu said.

"Because I think I guessed right." Lianchuan said.

The crack that passed through the middle of the metal cemetery, which divided the entire metal cemetery, still continually flashed electro-optically, just like what we saw before.

Without a way to approach, it is impossible to determine whether Lianchuan’s guesses were correct, but Ning Gu was suspicious of the strange machines in the metal cemetery for the first time.

He has always wanted to know what is outside of the black mist. A large part of the reason is that these never seen machines, except for those thrown by the main city, can only come from outside the black mist.

Now seeing these things again, he suddenly felt that what the old ghost said was indeed true.

These machines belonged to the original aborigines.

Ning Gu saw the leader standing in the middle of the road facing the gusty wind when he was more than 100 meters away from Uncle Crazy's hut.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but walked past the head with his nails.

"Where did you go?" the head asked.

"North," Ning Gu replied.

"Did you go with the old ghost?" the head asked again.

"Huh." Ning Gu responded without saying Uncle Crazy.

"Maybe someone can live after the destruction," the head of the group looked at him, "but how long will it take to suffer and how much pain will it take to change from a person to an indigenous people like that?"

Ning Gu did not speak.

"Living is not the only choice," the head said. "Living is the last choice. Finding an exit, finding a new world, and allowing as many people as possible to live comfortably is the better choice."

Ning Gu can already understand the head of the group.

Find a new world and bring some travelers.

Back at Uncle Crazy's hut, Ning Gu put some clothes on the ground and put the nails by the wall.

"Is the main city also finding out the right words?" He took off the goggles on the nails' face and tucked them into his clothes.

"Huh." Lianchuan sat on the recliner.

"If there is an exit, it is impossible to bring all the people in the main city, right?" Ning Gu asked. "It is even less likely to bring travelers and bats."

"No one knows what there is really an exit, what will happen." Lianchuan said.

"So the regiment needs an army," Ning Gu said, "not only to rob with the main city, but also to find a way to live in the new world."

"Yes." Lian Chuan said.

Ning Gu didn't speak anymore, he couldn't imagine what would happen if that day really came.

Everyone wants to live, and many people die to live.

The regiment leader and Li Xiang chose this path.

The old ghost chose another way he thought could avoid such a fight.

And Lin Fan...Ning Gu felt he still wanted to find a third way.

"Today's wind is stronger than it was a few days ago." Lian Chuan closed his eyes on the recliner.

"Really?" Ning Gu stood up, walked to the door, and stood in front of the door.

The wind blowing from the crack of the door, with black (colored) ripples, made his eyes unable to open.

"The car is coming soon," he said.

"I'm going back to the main city." Lianchuan said.

Ning Gu turned to look at him: "Go back (gangan) what?"

"Find an administrator." Lian Chuan said.

"They simply can't let you get closer to the City Hall," Ning Gu said. "You have no weapons, no uniforms, and a limiter on your neck. Even if Lin Fan doesn't activate the black circle, you will be hard to fight now. The firepower of the main city? My ability is not sure when it will be used..."

"Don't go to the City Hall," Lianchuan said, "Go to the Lost Valley."

"Go to the Lost Valley?" Ning Gu froze, "How to find the administrator to the Lost Valley?"

"Poet," Lian Chuan said, "the main city can't monitor the Lost Valley, especially Qi Hang's spiritual power is also in the Lost Valley."

"Do you want to contact the administrator through the poet?" Ning Gu approached him. "Is it possible?"

"Just let Aunt Chun know that the poet is awake," Lianchuan said. "She can understand."

"Who is Aunt Chun?" Ning Gu asked.

"Spring three," Lian Chuan opened his eyes, "The person who raised me, Lei Yu's wife."

"Is the leader like me right?" Ning Gu still heard Lianchuan talking about his private affairs for the first time.

"Well." Lianchuan nodded.

Ning Gu was suddenly curious. He sat on the armrest of the recliner and looked at Lianchuan: "Is she good to you?"

"Very good." Lianchuan said.

"Then Lei Yu? How is it to you? What is it?" Ning Gu asked again.

"Lei Yu is the captain of the clean-up team," Lian Chuan looked at him. "It's good for me."

Ning Gu was surprised: "Are you the leader of the cleaning team and his wife?"

"Huh." Lian Chuan responded.

"Then... your training, those training in the fourth quarter, your those..." Ning Gu looked at him, "do they know?"

"I know." Lian Chuan said.

Ning Gu didn't speak for a long time in shock.

After a while, he moved forward: "They are really good to you?"

"Within his ability," Lianchuan said, "Everyone has what must be done, the pain that must be endured, the reality that must be accepted."

"There is no reason, the world is like this, right?" Ning Gu said.

"Well," Lian Chuan looked at him. "It used to be that way."

"What about now?" Ning Gu asked immediately.

"What about you now?" Lianchuan asked back.

"Did I say that already?" Ning Gu was inexplicably proud.

"Yes, the savior." Lian Chuan said.

"Here," Ning Gu raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter?"

"You are sitting in my hand." Lianchuan said.

"Huh?" Ning Gu froze for a second, and then jumped up and found that Lianchuan's hand was placed on the armrest of the recliner. He was sitting on his hand all the time, and he was a little embarrassed. "Why don't you say it?" ? Has it hurt the wound?"

"No." Lian Chuan said.

Ning Gu stood for a while and sighed: "Did you never chat with people?"

"What are you talking about?" Lian Chuan asked.

"Talking blindly," Ning Gu sat down on the ground and glanced at the nails. "I always go out with nails and find gadgets. When I'm tired, I find a place to rest and chat."

"What are you talking about?" Lianchuan asked again.

"It's just chatting, nothing," Ning Gu glanced at him. "Come on, don't lie on the chair, you can't chat in this position."

Lianchuan got up and sat on the ground beside him.

"Rely on it." Ning Gu leaned against the wall behind him.

Lianchuan leaned back.

"Do you miss them?" Ning Gu asked.

"Who?" Lian Chuan asked.

"Chun San and Lei Yu," Ning Gu said, "when I go to the main city, I will miss the leader and nails."

Lianchuan didn't speak, it seemed to be thinking, and after a while he said, "I will think."

"Did they take you out to play when you were young?" Ning Gu turned his head to look at him. "When I was young, the head of the group would take me to play. He also made a car for me and was broken by me. ."

"Yes." Lian Chuan said.

Ning Gu waited for a long time and found that the word Lianchuan had been finished. He sighed: "Is it gone?"

"I can't remember." Lianchuan said.

Ning Gu reacted suddenly. When Lianchuan was a child, maybe... he was not willing to recall, and suddenly felt that it was a bit inappropriate to talk about this topic.

"That," Ning Gu was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to change the subject. After all, he had to teach Lianchuan Fei to teach him to chat, and when he started talking, he found that Lianchuan was not suitable for gossip. "If you lie back."

"What kind of car?" Lianchuan asked suddenly.

It took Ning Gu several seconds to figure out what he was talking about, and quickly hurriedly said: "Three wheels, made of iron bars, and the wheels are also iron. You can go forward with your feet on the ground, just run. It's too upset, bit your tongue as soon as you talk."

Lianchuan didn't speak.

Ning Gu wanted to ask if he didn't understand, Lianchuan suddenly laughed.

And he couldn't stop laughing.

After a long smile, Lianchuan turned to look at him: "The main city also has this toy car, but it won't bite its tongue."

"Hey," Ning Gu looked at him in shock. "Lianchuan, you look much better than not smiling."

"I'll look in the mirror when I'm free and compare." Lian Chuan said.

Ning Gu laughed: "I have a mirror, I got it from Fan Lu."

"Stolen." Lian Chuan said.

"Take it!" Ning Gu glared at him and smiled after thinking about it, "Just steal it if you can."

The mirror didn't know where it was, and Ning Gu turned in his little leather pocket for a long time.

"Or would you use this piece of iron..." Halfway through his words, he was interrupted by a whistle that cut across the ghost town.

High and mellow, lonely with ethereal sounds as if coming from a distant place.

"The car is coming!" Ning Gu turned sharply.

But I saw Lianchuan leaning against the wall and slipped on the ground. The black circle on his neck seemed to ignite a black (color) flame.