Origin of Mars

Chapter 56 Original Sin
2014年10月07日，18：57。

Terminal 8 of New York's Dekenya International Airport in M ​​country.

The gentle electronic broadcast sound is resounding throughout the terminal. A new flight has just landed. The dense flow of people is coming and going, creating a noisy atmosphere. A man wearing an ET doll is distributing leaflets in the center of the terminal. This huge and strange monster has attracted the attention of many children.

Their busy parents impatiently took the flyer from the man's hand, while the group of energetic children happily circled the man, clutching the corner of his doll's coat, giggling non-stop.

This is a public welfare activity of a certain space humanities organization, which aims to publicize a series of knowledge about the universe, planets, and alien civilizations to the public.

The man took the part-time job, wearing a heavy, stuffy doll suit, and as long as the flyers on his hand were sent out, he would be paid 100M yuan.

He moved his body gently, fearing that his bloated steps would trip over the playful children behind him, and there might still be a smile on his face covered by the hood.

Men can only observe the world in front of them through the two holes in the headgear.

The children in front of him are like his sons, they are just as mischievous and cute, and they like all kinds of novelty.

In addition to buying some daily necessities, he can also buy some snacks and toys for this little thing.

"gentlemen."

The flow of people in the waiting hall gradually decreased, and there were very few leaflets left in the man's hand, and his face became more and more relaxed.

He stopped a man in a black coat, passed the leaflet over, and suddenly met the man's eyes, and the second half of the sentence suddenly stuck in his throat.

The man in black took the flyer, took all the flyers in his hand, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, tightened his bag, and then walked towards the airport gate.

The man took off his hood and was about to say something when the figure of the man in black was already far away from him, and he walked out of the sliding door with big strides.

He stroked his wet curly hair, and suddenly smiled helplessly.

2014年10月07日，20：17。

Clay Urie stood quietly by the parking lot, the black windbreaker on his body seemed to blend with the shadows.

Leaving the noisy and bright terminal hall, he felt very comfortable in the dark silence. He let the smoke flow out of his nostrils naturally, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and walked towards the road ahead.

While walking, Clay took out an oval-shaped flat device from his satchel. This strange little device only had a small screen, a slit, and two simple buttons. This small screen was emitting a faint The white light, the bold typeface shows a name:
Lavon Fairy.

Clay stopped in his tracks and thought for a long time, his fingers gripping the device turned slightly white.

Shadows fell over his face.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, put the device back into the satchel, took another step, and walked towards the waiting hall.

Clay's originally scheduled flight was delayed by nearly two hours, but he didn't show any anger, and still nodded his thanks to the apologetic stewardess in a dignified manner.

His heart was filled with a strange and full of excitement.

This emotion is flowing through every corner of Clay's body, awakening every cell.

There was nothing to make him angry, or to arouse any other emotions.

With 10 minutes left before the plane took off, Clay decided to go outside to smoke his last cigarette.

He still straddled the leather bag tightly, for fear that it would leave his body even a centimeter away.

A sealed circular test tube was quietly lying inside the leather bag, and countless mucus-like black substances were adhering to the surface of the test tube, which seemed to be still slowly wriggling.

It was this test tube that made Clay in a state of ecstasy at this time.

The specially made material can avoid security checks, and he doesn't have to worry about the black substance in it, because there should be no equipment that can detect these substances on this planet.

The evening wind was blowing on his face, bringing a little chill. Clay was smoking a cigarette, and suddenly caught a glimpse of several figures entangled back and forth in the front left.

Curiosity prompted him to go over.

It was three fancy-dressed youths beating a man.

A set of dusty alien doll clothes was thrown aside indiscriminately, and the shirt on the man's body was stained with blood, but the three youths who smelled of alcohol still kicked the man's abdomen vigorously.

Passers-by avoided one after another, or cast fearful eyes, and no one stood up to uphold justice.

And the security guard didn't know where he went, and the man curled up on the ground like a dead shrimp, motionless.

"Take his pocket."

A burly young man in the lead had blurred eyes, pointed to the man's waist, and suddenly kicked up hard again, laughing loudly.

The other two youths rushed forward, tore off the man's belt, and went into his trouser pocket, taking out a mobile phone and an old wallet.

"Fack."

The thin young man spit on the man flamboyantly, tore open the wallet, flipped through it violently, ignored a few bank cards, and stuffed a few scattered coins into his pocket.

At this moment, the man who was lying motionless on the ground suddenly jumped up, snatched the wallet from the thin young man's hand, and ran forward staggeringly.

The three violent youths were obviously very slow, and it took a few seconds for them to react.

They seemed to be irritated, and like sharks smelling blood, a violent light lit up in the depths of their pupils, and they rushed towards the running man.

The injured man couldn't run away from them at all, and when he looked back, a look of despair appeared on his face.

Blood trickled down his forehead, mixed with sweat, soaking his shirt.

"Help! Help!"

He started waving his arms and shouting, staggering, and the crowd just avoided him in a panic, as if avoiding a dangerous pathogen.

He just rushed in front of Clay, their eyes briefly met, and the man's figure suddenly sank, as if swallowed by a swamp, helpless and desperate.

He was thrown by the burly youth, and the violent beating was re-inflicted on the man.

The burly young man's face was shining with fanaticism, and he was yelling, like a wild beast, obviously inhaling some kind of hallucinogenic substance.

People fled in panic, and some well-meaning people called the security personnel in the terminal hall, and picked up their mobile phones to take pictures of the atrocity in front of them.

The man's resistance seemed to be returning to the light, and he retreated steadily under the rude swipe of the strong young man.

But he still caught a chance and hit the strong young man's fragile nose.

The warm liquid gushed out with a sharp pain, and the burly young man wiped his nose subconsciously. The stimulating color completely destroyed the last trace of rationality in his brain.

A dark object pressed against the man's forehead.

"Hey~ don't move, don't move."

A strange smile appeared on the face of the burly young man.

"You've made me bleed, and I'm going to fight back, in my own way."

"boom!"

"Or "Boom! ""

"Your brain will explode like a balloon and your eyes will fly around like disco spotlights"

The burly young man was talking nonsense and laughing loudly. The other two young men behind him didn't expect this scene to happen, and they were also stunned. They stood where they were, not knowing what to do.

"One shot! One shot! One more shot!"

While the burly young man was gesturing back and forth with a pistol, Clay, who had been waiting for a long time, finally seized a chance.

He rushed over, snatched the gun from the burly young man's hand, wrestled with him, and punched his eye socket heavily with an uppercut.

The tall Clay temporarily suppressed this burly young man who had fallen into madness.

His face was covered with nosebleeds, but he was still cursing, and he had already greeted Clay's genealogy in just a dozen seconds.

So he got a few more powerful uppercuts from Clay.

"Hey, listen!"

Clay yelled at him: "I have been trying to understand human beings, this strange species, and figure out the deepest things in people's hearts. This is too difficult. The more people I contact, the more confused I feel. After seeing After you, I have [-]% felt that human beings are just parasitic garbage on this planet, with no value at all, but such an ugly species has built such a complex and beautiful city and society. amazing!"

The burly young man under him couldn't understand Clay's words at all.

He was struggling desperately, the gun in his hand had been thrown to a certain position during the fight, and the two brothers he was proud of had already run away with the chaotic crowd.

He suddenly woke up for a moment, exerted all his strength, and pushed himself up from the disadvantaged ground.

But Clay was still talking about something, he seemed to be stimulated, his eyes sparkled, showing unprecedented anger, but there was a smile on his face:

"Did you know! Even the chimpanzees who are closest to humans do not have the pure despicable character of humans. In experiments, they will not actively pull the mechanism to deprive other chimpanzees of food-this kind of pure malice is unique to humans It's a kind of cancer born from the root, it's nature, it's the original sin of man! And you son of a bitch! You've been completely swallowed up by this kind of malice!"

Clay almost uttered the last sentence through gritted teeth.

Then the crowd suddenly became noisy, and several security personnel finally arrived at the scene. After distinguishing the situation, they pulled the two of them apart, and controlled the strong young man with blood on his face and struggling constantly.

After Clay showed his relevant documents, a security guard quickly saluted him.

"Mr. Clay, your bag."

"Thank you."

Kramer took the leather bag silently, wiped the dust off it, then suddenly hugged the man in front of him heavily, patted his back, turned around and strode towards the terminal hall.

"Mr. Clay!!"

"My flight is coming! You can arrest him for wounding!"

The black voice disappeared into the crowd, and the electronic sound reminding to board the plane echoed throughout the terminal hall as usual.

2014年10月09日，凌晨2：17。

A flight landed at an airport in State M. Afterwards, an off-road vehicle that had been waiting for a long time in the parking lot picked up a man in black, left the airport, and drove along a certain route. At the end of the route was a huge In the primeval forest, the layers of tree crowns are like pairs of big hands, supporting the whole world.

　This chapter is really difficult to write. I deleted hundreds of words and felt that it would violate the plot. You can also guess the follow-up plot development by the way, hehe

　　
　
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