Longmen Memoirs

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There once was such a city in this world.

It is the world that a lost soul touches after waking up. It is the haven that someone finds wandering in the long river of time. It is the only sustenance of a certain existence in this world.

...Longmen.

For the people living here, the word "Longmen" can represent everything. It is everything to them, their lives, their world, their emotions, their... home.

The network of relationships between people forms a society. The existence and development of society depends on the city, and the city feeds back the first two. They are interdependent and indispensable.

Keren will not stay in the city forever.

Chen Mo will never forget the day he left this city. He remembers the faint light in the sky that day, the low rain clouds in the gray misty sky that day, and the heavy snow falling outside the front window wiper.

He walked a long way, and after leaving the city, leaving the warm embrace and light of Ms. Teresa in the orphanage, he walked through the crazy and icy snow and stepped into the cracks in the black wall.

Chen Mo learned to survive within the black wall, and learned how to survive alone in this desolate apocalypse after leaving the shelter of the city. Similarly, he also learned how to kill people, and how to cut open blood vessels and muscles with the sharp blade in his hand.

When life can be used as an object to be weighed, you will suddenly find that life is actually not precious. The reason why life is precious is because most people are afraid of death.

Because of the fear of death, life becomes noble, because it is such a blessing to be alive, retain memories, be able to breathe, and witness unknown things with your own eyes.

But not everyone can survive, and not everyone is qualified to survive.

After leaving the city, there is a desolate wasteland, where natural disasters are rampant, there is a lack of food and clothing, and the clothes are in rags. The city and the world are two completely opposite faces.

Chen Mo has seen such a scene.

He has seen the scenes of fighting for a piece of bread in the slums of Colombia, which prides itself on leading the world in prosperity and innovation. He has seen the homes made of stacked newspapers and cardboard boxes under the bridge in New York City, and the shabby houses where children who lost their eyes begged on the bridge. Not even a shred of mercy can be found in the bowl.

I have seen the Ursus military police in the ancient military and political powerhouse whipping and hanging the skinny and mutilated corpses on the big trees outside the city, swaying like pieces of rags in the cold north wind. I have seen the Ursus border mines and prisons. The infected children worked day and night and died of exhaustion.

Because their parents were infected, the children born should not have the right to embrace this unwarm world, and the Source Stone stripped away their future.

He had seen people massacred in the square under the dusk bells of Leitania, and what these mutilated corpses stained the whole square wanted was just a little bit of unnecessary residue flowing out from the fingers of the nobles.

He also saw the humility and self-love of Casimir, who advocated chivalry, and was gradually dusted by capital and feudalism. He also saw Dayan, who claimed to love his people as his own sons, crowded into villages outside the city that no one cared about.

People die every year, and shacks lose their owners every year.

The tax collector's whip, which represented the royal law, fell on the civilians. The infected were hungry and cold, looking for tree roots and turf buried in the snow, but the city was still brightly lit and singing and dancing.

They said that this was another year of great governance. They said that His Majesty loved the people like his sons and had the appearance of a saint. They said that this was a prosperous era of peace and prosperity for the country and the people.

Because they can't see, they can't see the old man and his son hugging each other for warmth outside the city, they can't see the husband waiting for his wife to fall asleep and then gently closing the door and walking to the mine, they can't see the young woman gently holding her child in her arms, cheating on him, and falling asleep. No longer hungry.

They couldn't hear, under the city's laughter, the garbage dump's happy cheers every time a garbage truck arrived, just like the Chinese New Year. They couldn't hear the north wind whistling like a ghost when it blew through the broken wooden boards. They couldn't hear the infected people dying. The lonely whine in front of me, the numbness and despair flowing in those eyes.

They were happy as a family, waiting for dinner in a warm room, flattering each other in the gorgeous and noble hall, and bragging to each other about their great achievements.

They think this is destiny, this is normalcy, this is justice, and this is family harmony!

It is the slightest flaw in His Majesty's country's Three Cardinal Guidelines and Five Permanent Rules. It is the only scabies left in the peaceful and prosperous times.

Because they are infected, they deserve to die?

Because they are Sakaz people, they are worse than pigs and dogs, and do not deserve a country or a family?

Because their children are infected, they should live in the mining area from birth until they are turned into new crystals and thrown back into the refining furnace on the day of their death, squeezing out the last of their value?

Because they are alive, they have the same appearance as you, and black crystals appear on their bodies, so they are not human, so they cannot have a future?

So their breathing is the pity you have for them in this world, so when you want them to die, they must obediently kill them and become your example of killing chickens to scare monkeys?

You sit on the world made of their corpses and flesh and blood, shouting that the world will be peaceful and peaceful, thankful that you are still alive, and looking forward to the future.

If you give them a trace of mercy, they must be grateful and should not resist any more. They break into your home, destroy everything you have, and take away everything you have, so you have to hate, you have to hate them!

Are you going to kill them?Yeah?

Don't you do this all the time?What else can they not lose? No... maybe I should ask, what have they gained?

The exiled refugees from Kazdaele formed a long queue, and the mercenaries who were inferior to dogs lost their lives to protect the children. At the front of the queue was a white figure. They relied on her, believed in her, and begged her, just because she could Give them what they want.

The team of infected people marching in the wind and snow on the northern plains of Ursus, at the front is always the woman as strong and persistent as the winter snow. They look up to her, and as long as she waves her hand, they will rush forward, regardless of everything. , even if you lose your life.

What do you think they want?

They want nothing.

It is the power of hatred, the indifference of loss, the resentment and numbness towards the world, and the rage left in the chest that wants to tear the world apart in the midst of pain and suffering.

In the lower town of Victoria, in the sky after the rain, in the cold air, there are corpses buried behind warehouses, ranging from unfamiliar thugs to familiar priests.

She didn't need to say anything, she just stood there and gave people direction.

So that night, she watched silently as he slaughtered an entire city of nobles, bringing her the so-called victory.

……

Chen Mo couldn't remember them all. There were too many. If he had to count them one by one, there would be too many. He couldn't remember them all. But just the ones he said he had seen with his own eyes told him that he was living in a world. What kind of world.

You ask me... is life precious?

"I have never been a great person, and I know that I will never be that kind of person, but I have seen too many things. Life is precious but also cheap. Only for a few specific people, you are indispensable. "

The doctor will never forget the game of chess he and Snake played on the bow of Rhode Island on the eve of his departure in 1093 after the birch trees had fallen leaves.

"I won't hate them. They are a group of people who have nothing. Even if I hate them, what can I take away? You and I both know that the infected will never disappear."

Chen Mo sat opposite the doctor, with the black mask he took off lying on the side of the chessboard. He always said that he was shady, so he later became like this.

The dark and empty right eye had lost its luster forever. The doctor remembered that the day he came back, he also saw his lost eye.

【your eyes? 】

【blind. 】 He said, "If you get something, you have to lose it. Just exchange it for equal value." 】

"You want to help them, yes, you are already doing that." The doctor pressed the chess piece.

"I can't help them." He put down the chess pieces and said, "The only ones who can help them are themselves."

"Ursus' integration movement, is this why you're here?" The doctor picked up the chess piece and held it between his fingertips. His expression was invisible under his black coat. He seemed to have thought for a few seconds before he cautiously walked out. step.

"It's useless. Even if you drag Kazdaele, even if you add Victoria, you can't help them. In today's international situation, Kazdaele has become the target of public criticism, and Victoria will not take the risk of standing out. You dare to go against the Ursus Empire." The doctor said, looking at him with his head slightly buried: "How can you be sure that Victoria will take action?"

"Will do."

"Oh?"

"You don't know her, but I know exactly what kind of person she is, and she will definitely do it."

"Do you want to take advantage of Victoria and Latania's competition?" The doctor quickly thought of something.He nodded: "It is indeed a good plan, and it is also very beneficial to us."

The large sums of money that Victoria and Latania have earned from exporting culture to Ursus over the years have caused conflicts between the two sides for a long time. However, unlike Victoria, Laitania not only occupies a geographical advantage , and there is also a partial marriage relationship between the royal family of Letania and Ursus. The two current princesses of Letania have a quarter of the blood of the Ursus royal family flowing in their bodies, so they have been with Letania over the years. In the commercial competition in Asia, even if the goods are dominant, Victoria always loses more than wins.

Especially when Victoria and Kazdale formed an alliance, Latania, who was caught between Kazdale and Victoria, urgently needed to find an ally for herself. Of course, they found Ursa, who hated the infected and Sakaz. Once the two sides form an alliance, Kazdaile, which is sandwiched between Letania and Ursus, will be attacked from both sides.

For the newly rising Kazdaele, this is undoubtedly a fatal blow. Because of the past history of the Sarkazi people and their different attitudes towards the infected, Kazdaele has now been widely criticized.

"But... it's not enough, Capture..." the doctor said, taking away the cavalry on the chess game as if it was clearly marked with a price.

The price tags on the scale today are not of equal weight, and an integration movement that has not yet taken off is not worth such a heavy price.

He moved the chariot without any surprise, pressing on the flank of the chessboard without any consideration.

"Exchange, the favor I borrowed from Victoria two years ago is now time to be returned to me."

He looked directly at the doctor's hood and mask. He knew that Victoria and Kazdaele would not take the risk to trust an infected organization they had never met. Once Ursus discovered it, both countries would be greatly affected.

"Yes, we all owe you a favor." The doctor looked at the chessboard, then dropped his gaze on his face, staying on his right eye for a few seconds: "Are you sure you want to use it in a place like this? These two favors The level is extremely valuable, and a small infected organization cannot afford such a heavy price tag."

"Now...it won't be certain in the future." He said.

"after?"

"You will see." His index finger gently tapped the king on his chessboard: "Castling (the king's rook shifts), she just lacks a chance."

The doctor stared at the king beneath his finger.

"The chance you gave her?"

"It's you." He shook his head and took back his hand.

The doctor held out his hand, and the white queen took away the chariot.

"This is asking for death..." said the doctor.

"It might be possible to put yourself to death and survive." He replied. "They had no choice."

"But you have no way out." The doctor looked at the settled chessboard, but his mind was not on the chessboard. He gently placed his hand on the edge of the chessboard, tapping the chessboard rhythmically, "You came to me not only because For favors and long time no see, right?”

"I can't hide it from you..." he said helplessly. "To be honest, I'm not very good at chess."

"You didn't even think about hiding it."

"Shameful." He looked at the doctor's face hidden under the mask, and the doctor's figure was reflected in his black left eye: "You are the best tactical planner and strategist I have ever seen. I want to ask you something. …”

"Have you decided to go to Yan Country?" the doctor asked.

He was stunned, opened his mouth, and finally nodded helplessly.

"Sure enough, he has a dirty mind when it comes to tactics."

"Thank you for the compliment." The doctor's fingers stopped and he put his hands back into his bag. He sat cross-legged on the deck of the bow of the ship. Behind him was the setting sun in Kazdaele, with long shadows trailing in the dusk. Behind him: "I should have understood a long time ago. I should have understood since you came to me and said that you wanted to return the previous favor. You were treating me... How do you say it in the words of you Yanguo people... Tuogu? These two favors are also within that step.”

"You know whose blood is in my body," he said.

The doctor's eyes turned to his heart.

That day, after the machine that took a year to build was completed, he and His Highness were the first and last people to step into the machine.

The Doctor and Kelsey are the main leaders of this plan and research. They are the top experts in the spiritual field, researchers of Originium Disease, and the top experts in genetics and medicine. It was the Doctor who personally pressed the activation button on the digital plane. .

Of course the doctor knew whose blood was flowing in his body, the mixed and contradictory blood.

The doctor gently withdrew his gaze and fell on his face.

"Aren't you going to see His Highness?" the doctor asked. "This is probably the last time we meet. His Highness has been waiting for you to come back."

"It's just us...what about you?"

You didn't count yourself in.

"I don't belong to Kazdaele. I'm a shady person. I'm a foreign friend. After this is done, I will go back to where I belong."

"Yan Country is not your home. Even if the most noble blood of that country flows through your body, you should know who you are." The doctor reminded. "Besides...you don't just have the blood of the Yan Kingdom in your body."

"Amiya, that child..." The doctor suddenly paused. "You can watch her grow up, she is yours and your highness..."

"You're right, doctor." He changed his title, but the doctor was interrupted by him. He couldn't say the next words in his title of doctor: "Yanguo is not my home, my surname is Chen, I know My surname is Chen, but Longmen does not belong to me. In fact, I have found my home a long time ago, but I lost her, and now I have to find her."

Even if he turns into a monster, even if his body is gone.

"Amiya, I will leave her to you. Although I don't want to admit it, you may be able to teach her well. You are more suitable than me." He said: "Stay with her, guide her, lead her, admit her... She is your future."

[…Because they say that His Highness is Kazdaele’s future. 】

[No, you are the future. 】

I only kill people.

"You use your brain, I'll do it, we each perform our duties! Shameless." He looked at the doctor and slowly stood up: "This is the last time, the battlefield is not in Kazdaele, nor in Victoria... Yan Country."

He stretched out his hand: "I will entrust my life to you again, military advisor."

The doctor didn't hold his hand, he raised his head and looked at him. When he left Kazdaele, he put down his mask and left the court, and then the Kazdaele Palace Guard was born.

"This time you will be walking on thin ice, unable to move even an inch, with no support, no friends, isolated and helpless, and enemies from both sides." The doctor said: "...Even so, you still have to go on?"

He didn't answer or pull back.

"That time in Victoria, you had an entire dormant aristocracy of the Aslan sect behind you, as well as the support of the Crown Prince and Kazdaele, but you also lost your eyes."

"There's one more," he said.

"Is there another one?" The doctor smiled, a deep and hoarse laugh coming from under the mask. "Isn't one enough?"

This time you will even lose your life.If I help you, does that count as me personally pushing you into the abyss?

"I owe it to you, strategist. I'm not very good at playing chess, but you can." He said, "Just once, you are the chess player, and I will be your chess piece to keep the integrated movement. She will show you Until what I say later.”

The doctor made no move, and the eyes in the darkness under the mask looked up at him quietly.