Longmen Memoirs

"As long as you want it, it's at your fingertips."

The other party swore firmly, and after saying those words, sparks seemed to light up in his bright eyes.

"We can make this land surrender, destroy those who dare to resist us, and make all those who follow us happy. We can change. Everything on the earth is destined to collapse and disintegrate, kingdoms disappear, and civilizations fall. Only you and me... ….”

He stopped, opened his arms, and whispered two words.

"……immortal."

An invisible majestic and majestic aura emanated from his body, as if he were facing an abyss or at the top, making people look up to him.

But Chen Mo didn't feel this way, because the thing in front of him had his own appearance, so he just felt weird.

"So, what do I have to pay?" he asked with a sneer.

"You don't have to pay anything, because I am you. Although it is unfair, what is mine is yours, and it has always been like this."

"Is there anything so cheap?"

"It's so cheap, sir." He smiled and stretched out one hand behind his back as if to salute. One moment he was a noble king, and the next moment he became a philistine's job.

"So you want to try it? The store just opened today and there are free gifts."

The corners of Chen Mo's eyes twitched. It was difficult for him to describe his current mood. He wanted to be gloomy, but the dog-legged look of the guy in front of him really destroyed the majestic and urgent atmosphere just now.

He probably did it on purpose.

"You make me feel like I'm a psycho talking to myself."

If you want to preach, preach well. Don't change into another person in the middle. We are not familiar with each other when we meet for the first time.

Chen Mo wanted to take two steps back and leave here, but it was obvious that this place was not under his control. He could only stand, maybe he could move forward, but he would not do so.

"Split personality?" The other party asked tentatively, with some concern: "Are you going to find a psychiatrist to deal with me? I don't want to die."

"I don't mind spending a fortune if it's useful."

"Then forget it." He waved his hand, feeling a little distressed: "Don't spend such unnecessary money."

Chen Mo took a breath. Just as he was about to speak, the other party interrupted her.

"I said, I know what you are thinking." He said: "My existence makes you very uneasy now, but you have to calm down, communicate with me, and try to get more beneficial information, although you know Me, but I didn’t expect that I could talk to you, and you wanted to kill me because you hate things like this that are beyond your control, especially when it happens to you.”

"Who do you want to find to deal with me?" he asked, before Chen Mo could answer.

"Come and deal with your other self. They can't even see my existence. They will just think that you have a mental problem and advise you to take a good rest, but you know, this has no effect."

"Kelsey, you may think of that woman." He paused: "I admit that she is very capable and well-informed, but do you think she can explain the reason for my existence? How can he explain it to you? the reason for its own existence.”

Chen Mo didn't answer.

He continued: "Actually, Kelsey has already told you how to face me. As long as you accept the power in your body and don't use it, you can avoid me."

He looked at Chen Mo, taking his time.

"But can you do it?" he asked: "Do you really think you can do it alone? If so, in the attack on Kazdaele, in the underground of Rhine life, you will die, and even further , at Blackwall, you will die after the experiment begins."

"The blood flowing in your body saved you. They saved you from the harm and torture of the Origin Stone. You won't believe that there can be so many coincidences in the world, but you are lucky enough to escape every time. " He stared at Chen Mo, stood in the distance, and said word by word: "This is your destiny, you were born this way."

Chen Mo still didn't answer, and the other party seemed to think this was meaningless, because he could feel that Chen Mo didn't care about what he said, these bullshit fates.

They are the same person, but they don't believe it.

Chen Mo was just curious.

"You seem to know a lot about me?"

"Everything." The other party didn't hide anything. He raised a finger and corrected: "That's what you should ask."

"So……"

"Yes, that's right, I do know about the deal you made with the Sakaz people to alleviate the demon king's illness." He nodded slightly and asked in confusion: "...but why should I do this? Why should I do this? Sacrificing myself to save a woman I have never met, even if she is the so-called devil, has nothing to do with me."

"I am you." Chen Mo replied. "That's what you just said."

"But it doesn't mean that I will harm you and myself." He shook his head gently: "What she can give you, I can too! And it's more, better, and more decisive than her. What I can give you is Things that are yours and she can’t.”

"Belong to me?" Chen Mo smiled.It was like hearing some joke. "How do I know, it belongs to me."

"Then you know that what she gave you does not belong to you after all. That's enough." He said, his eyes looking at Chen Mo became gentler: "I will never harm you, betray you, or be harsh on you. I How can I betray myself?"

"It sounds nice, but it doesn't make sense."

"Unfortunately, I can only say it verbally." He pointed to the corner of his mouth and said seductively: "Come here and I will prove it to you."

Chen Mo looked at the ground between them. He did not move, even though he knew that what the thing in front of him said was right. He would eventually walk over, unless he gave up Kazdel's plan, gave up all his ideas, and made a Ordinary, ordinary, otherwise you will have to face it eventually.

But can he give up these?You have to face it if you don’t give up, and you have to face it if you accept it.

"You don't have a choice, do you?"

He seemed to have guessed Chen Mo's thoughts, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why are you hesitating? You will become me sooner or later. Sooner or later, it doesn't make any difference."

"I don't have a problem with you wanting to help those Sakaz. What do you want to prove to yourself? To prove an ideal that you don't care about, to prove that you are no longer who you were in the past?" He sighed softly: "But We all know that according to your ideas, you will get nothing in the end. They do not accept you, give you a high position, or give you rights because of your ideas. They do it because of your value and the illness of the devil. I’d love to hear your thoughts for a moment.”

"They are using you, using emotion, using tenderness, using trust, using what you desire most, your weaknesses, your flaws."

"You think you have become friends with them. You trust each other, trust each other, encourage each other for the same ideal, and rely on each other." He said regretfully: "But what about yourself? You have done so much, but you have not received anything. one……"

He couldn't finish what he said because Chen Mo suddenly interrupted.

"You think you know me very well, you think you are another me." Chen Mo asked: "I admit that you may indeed have this ability to know what I am thinking and know my past. Maybe it is like what you said , you are another me, but you and I are not the same person after all. You have your ideas, and I also have what I want to do."

"Unless you can control me." Chen Mo's voice turned cold: "Otherwise... stop fucking and meddling in other people's business!"

"It's not your turn to tell me what to do now."

His words froze on his lips, and the visible freeze turned into a bright smile, a silent bright and weird smile, forming two sharp contrasts when facing the sullen Chen Mo.

He didn't become angry or embarrassed and speechless. He seemed to be familiar with this situation, so he acted very calmly and even a little happy.

"Why are you laughing! You are so fucking stupid!" Chen Mo couldn't help scolding him.

When he got angry, he jumped over the wall in a hurry, but he even scolded himself.

The other party seemed to be obedient and submissively suppressed his smile.

"That means there's nothing to talk about. It's our first meeting and I don't have anything to give you." He thought for a while and said, "...I'll give you a meeting gift."

Chen Mo's familiar appearance began to change, slowly from top to bottom.

First, there was a pair of pitch black horns, silver hair, a delicate face that transformed from the childishness in memory to a mature and young face, red eyes, a cold face, and a long tail extending from behind under the tall figure.

She has indeed grown into what Chen Mo expected most. It is no wonder that when she grows up, she will behave a little indifferently. She has the same attitude towards other people in the orphanage.

Chen Mo slowly smiled on his cold face.

She stood in front of the big iron gate of the orphanage, with white walls and red tiles behind her. The stone pavement in the courtyard extended to the door of the steps. On the windowsill of the second floor, the rustling of leaves swaying in the wind accompanied her with a few wisps of gentle breeze. Swinging silver hair.

She opened her mouth slightly:

"Liar."

Chen Mo's gloomy face stiffened, and for a moment, explicit murderous intent and danger appeared. After a while, the murderous intent dissipated, leaving only calm.

He stared at the gentle smile on the girl's lips.

The clenched hands gradually loosened.

"...This doesn't make any sense." He whispered, as if to himself.

"But she was your wish, wasn't she?"

"You also said, it was once."

"You're so pathetic, you even lied to yourself."

"...It's none of your business! Leave it to the charterer."

"I don't like that title."

"Then I'll call you Goudan, that's it." Chen Mo said without any doubt.

He sighed, knowing that this was deliberate revenge and venting, so he didn't refute.

Chapter 33 Records of Black Steel’s Old Friends

Kelsey once told me about a certain secret hidden in me. In fact, I know what is hidden in me better than she does. She never hides her distrust and suspicion of me.

Who would easily believe in a little-known mercenary from the outside? Believe in his rhetoric, believe in the fantastic theories and stories he tells.

No one believes it, not even myself sometimes.

But she still believed it. She didn’t believe in the unrealistic, surprising and ridiculous remarks I made. She believed in the possibility brought by my body, the possibility of curing Theresia’s disease.

She has gone to any lengths to do this, not to mention trusting an outsider.

But this makes me feel extremely at ease. At least I know that I am useful. She and they want something from me, rather than forcing us to be together because of some theories or specious and empty words.

How ugly that is.

Everyone felt uneasy and awkward.

But sometimes, I can't help but think, if it's really because of those theories and so-called ideals that connect us, at least if that's the case, I don't have to worry, doubt, or think so much.

I just need to keep my head down and rush forward until I fall down and rush to my tombstone.

At least I'm not doing it myself.

But I know that I can't be that person, because I can never trust someone, a guy, or a word that I truly trust without reservation.

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The green fluorescent time displayed on the bedside electronic clock is early morning: [05:58]

There are still 2 minutes left before the scheduled ringing time.

The man on the bed opened his eyes calmly. Outside the half-open curtains, the sky was already dimly lit, and the morning mist was moist and slightly cold.

The warm light of the bedside lamp dissipated the coldness before sunrise.

He reached out and took the clock, glanced at it, pressed it and put it back again.

Those eyes still seemed to be wandering in a dream, and it took a while before they were gradually brought back to reality under the illumination of the light.

【06:10】

He finally sighed softly, lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and walked into the bathroom.

The cold water dispelled the drowsiness in the brain. The water wet the black hair on his forehead and dripped down his face. Chen Mo held the sink with both hands.

The face in the mirror looked young and a little scared, with lips slightly open.The black pupils seemed to reflect his own appearance at the moment in the mirror.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the reflection in the mirror.

He still felt a little ridiculous, so ridiculous that at this moment he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or not yet awake.

Because when that thing spoke to him, he used the appearance in front of him, standing in front of him like the reflection in the mirror at this moment.

Chen Mo slowly took back his hand.

Maybe it was really just a dream, he thought, but as soon as the idea came up, he subconsciously wanted to reject it.

He still remembered the conversation in the dream, every expression on the face of the person opposite him, and the gift he said.

Maybe it was because I missed him too much that I let such an idea pop up in my heart, or maybe it was just because of some unexplainable fear that I allowed myself to imagine such a thing for myself.

Perhaps, it is just the uneasiness that everyone has when facing the unknown.

Chen Mo had too many reasons to tell himself that this was a dream and his own fantasy, but none of these reasons could refute his subconscious disapproval and subconscious rejection.

The disapproval and rejection warned him that it was not a dream.

He is never a guy who is willing to trust others. He has always been calculating in his heart. Such a person must live a very lonely and tired life, but he has no choice but to do it.

Because he could no longer find a person or a place that would accept him no matter what he did.

Because he knew that a certain secret hidden in him that he learned in Kazdale would come to him sooner or later.

Rather, it has already come once.

He didn't think so before because he had no clues and couldn't find a reason. But now that he has it, he doesn't dare to uncover the reason at this time.