Longmen Memoirs

"I don't know." Franka asked strangely: "You or little Jessica, aren't you all like this?"

"How can you be so good!"

"I'm different." Franka shook her head: "I understood it a long time ago."

"Bullshit."

"Save me some face."

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"You really have to give this to him."

In the Rhode Island Blood Bank, Warfarin handed the freezing device in her hand to Kelsey. Inside the device, black liquid and golden liquid were intertwined in the spiral test tube, emitting a faint light.

That light has a fatal attraction for the Sakaz Blood Demon.

"Well, this is what belongs to him."

"As long as you understand." Kelsey took the test tube, her emerald green eyes looked at the pure color of blood intertwined with gold and dark in her hand.

"So is he back?" Warfarin asked: "There are many people in Kazdare who can't sleep at night. Oh, and maybe Victoria. I heard that the young king is here too."

"Gaul is still ready to move, and Victoria has suffered multiple defeats in succession. Although the Night of Long Knives three years ago stabilized their rule and brought opportunities to Kazdaele, maybe only he...only he can foresee the future. ." Kelsey whispered: "I always thought that the birth of the Originium Engine allowed people to draw new ideas from its temperature. It is no longer easy to control the country, and people are no longer puppets who let things go. But, maybe I was wrong, maybe he had shown that future to His Highness a long time ago, but I didn't want to believe it easily at that time."

"In this land, interests drive everyone to make decisions. Madmen, madmen, speculators and slave owners, the decadent empire weighs the pros and cons in the cracks. They can never have the same tacit understanding, so Kazdaele has no emperor. .” Kelsey said: “The process of history needs people to promote it, but not everyone can bear the tearing and pain caused by the process of moving forward for decades or hundreds of years, and the external threats have never subsided. "

"So... can you say something I can understand?" Warfarin looked at Kelsi speechlessly: "You're starting again, Kelsi. You always make me feel that you will become a church one day. Those naughty magicians in there."

Kelsey's cold face was calm.

"To put it simply, Victoria is here because of him, and I need him to fulfill his mission."

"What does the mission mean?"

"I don't know, but I think there should be that idea in his mind. Maybe it's a different world, maybe it's something else. I'll listen carefully this time."

"Oh."

Warfarin still didn't understand what Kelsey wanted to say, but she wasn't ready to ask any more. Kelsey wouldn't be able to say anything she could understand if she continued to ask. That's what this woman is like.

Maybe it's because her thoughts are difficult for most people to understand. Of course, what's even harder to understand is the man who resurrected from the coffin.

Now these two guys are together again. The last time they got together, countless lords and nobles died in the Kazdaele Civil War. I don’t know how many more people will die this time.

Outside Rhode Island Medical Department

The Medical Department is the heart of the ship and the foundation for the entire Rhode Island Pharma existence.

The medical operators surrounding the operating room had been cleared out. Although they clamored and said they were unwilling to leave in order to explore medicine, Kelsey's look made everyone leave in annoyance.

In fact, the physical examination of this newly sent patient brought them great interest, especially the patient's physiological test results. This is not what normal people should look like. Most people would have died if this happened. Times, but look, this guy is actually still alive, and I heard he was still alive and kicking before.

Nothing stimulates the psyche of medical staff more than a fresh, mysterious body, especially when it is a living medical miracle.

Under the shadowless lamp, Chen Mo lay quietly on the stage, his pale face getting paler under the light, and his slightly rising chest proved that he was still breathing, but it was just frighteningly weak.

On the electrocardiograph, the ripples of his heartbeat became calmer and calmer, making people suspect that he would lose his breath in the next moment, turning into a long straight red line without fluctuations.

The body exposed under the light was covered with interlaced scars, and hideous scars silently occupied this young body.

Since the age of ten, his life has been spent in fighting and struggle. In more than twenty years of ups and downs, he has never been able to stay somewhere quietly and live a peaceful and stable life like this.

He was pushed by things to move forward step by step, to places that even he himself didn't know, and was forced to make many choices and bear the consequences of his choices that should not have been his.

Kelsey just watched quietly, together with Amiya and the doctor in the room, paying attention to this soul that came to this world from nowhere and quietly changed their original destiny.

Maybe even Chen Mo herself doesn't know that she has changed the fate of so many people. Maybe even Kelsey doesn't know that many things that she thought were impossible and unchangeable have quietly changed because of the appearance of someone. .

One turning point after another, one accident after another, one story after another, all intertwined with each other, making it difficult to escape.

It just changed because of someone's sudden appearance.

Perhaps 30 years ago, the embryo dug out of the Great Yan underground should have been buried by the disappointed true dragon with its unconscious birth.

Perhaps more than 20 years ago, a new star would appear in Dayan.

Perhaps that year, Shi Huaiya would still be rescued, or perhaps that year, under the pressure of Cosiche, Wei Yanwu had to let him kidnap Tallulah.

Perhaps several years ago, Theresia would have poured hope into Amiya because of the erosion of the Source Stone.

Perhaps years ago, the shadow of Gaul and the Regent still reigned over Victoria and Kazdaele.

Perhaps under the inducement of the black snake, Tallulah will slip into the abyss step by step, perhaps in the end the Integration Movement will disappear, and Chernobog will be destroyed by natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Maybe... Chen Huijie will still face Tallulah, maybe... Chixiao will cut off the shackles of the black snake in the hands of Chen Huijie and the hybrid demon king, and Rhode Island will have to struggle to survive in the cracks of various countries.

If a person's appearance cannot change anything, then why should he appear in this land? If a person appears, he is destined to experience hardships and setbacks like duckweed in this cruel land, even if he has done nothing, he You should also know what you should do.

It was a cold snake, embracing its own humble wishes. After dreams were broken again and again, it still had not lost its soul.

That was the self that was saved after the lonely 013 killed 052 with his own hands inside the black wall.

It was the operator of Black Steel International who was wandering around and finally returned to the hollow of the dragon gate that he had dreamed of but no one was waiting for him.

That was a small wish made by Chen Mo and the fox cub when they were young, snuggling up and looking up at the prosperous and dream-like starry sky in Longmen.

That was the agreement between the liar and Xiaota, and it was the unspeakable envy and loss that Chen Fanchen felt when he saw them sitting together.

[Things on this earth will not happen unless they are correct...]

[In fact, most things on this earth are wrong again and again. 】

[Have you become accustomed to something because it happened too many times? 】

[What is really rotten is not this land, but the hatred of ordinary people towards the infected that gave birth to all this. It is the hatred of the infected towards ordinary people, which is the reason why they hate each other and fight.Are infected people natural and potential enemies? 】

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【They are afraid. 】

[The overwhelming rhetoric, exaggerated deeds, deliberately created hostility, cruelty and indifference take root in the human body. The tragedies buried in the past are now bearing fruit, and the tragedies in the future are a foregone conclusion. 】

[In this dark age, people who have been deprived of their identity, the infected, are no longer human beings. The infected should seize justice from the earth. This is what the earth owes them. 】

[They will always pay the price for killing the infected. A new era has arrived, in which war is king. 】

Kelsey handed the reagent in her hand to Amiya.

"Amiya, Your Highness has taught you many truths, but it is not enough. You must know that what you see is not necessarily true, and what you hear is not necessarily false. People will spend their lives in lies and pursuing the truth, so we are destined to This road that leads to nowhere will encounter many hardships and ups and downs, and we will lose a lot because of it." Kelsey looked down at Amiya with a gentle voice: "But fortunately, someone once told us about this road. But it’s a pity that even His Highness doesn’t fully choose to believe it, because we all can’t believe in a world that looks like a fairy tale. We can only look forward and stand still in front of the reality.”

"Dr. Kelsey?"

"Amiya." Kelsey shook her head: "You should do this. Neither the doctor nor I can do it for you, because only you are qualified to wake up this dead person."

Amiya Muran remembered the day before she left Kazdaele Palace, His Highness held her on the top of Trenmia Tower, overlooking the royal capital under the heavy snow.

The snow dyes the world in front of me pure white.

His Highness's friend, old friend... confidant.

His Highness said that Kazdaele has experienced too many hardships. The long civil war has dragged down the country's last confidence. Decline, backwardness, poverty, illness, and continuous wars have made people suffer setbacks and leave their homes.

But His Highness changed Kazdaele. His Highness ended the long civil war and found a future for Kazdaele. Everyone remembers His Highness's achievements and greatness.

But His Highness said that people should really remember the struggling figures who sacrificed their lives for all this and are buried in this vast land, not her who was once confused, retreated, and wanted to pin all her hopes on herself.

Her Highness said she was not a great person, because even she would feel scared when the long nights had no end in sight.

Amiya's mind has reflected countless times the scenes of war, suffering, setbacks, and the expectations and cheers of the Sakaz people. There were Kelsey, Doctor, Miss W, and herself. There were many things Amiya didn't recognize. His Highness is always standing in the most conspicuous position, like light, but the blurry figure of the same person appears countless times in the picture. He and His Highness stand together, and His Highness is always smiling.

At this moment, Amiya finally saw his appearance clearly, as well as the scars all over his body.

He accompanied His Highness through the most difficult journey, but he never left his name in Kazdaele. People will not remember him, nor will they remember his sacrifice, let alone pay tribute and thank him.

"Go, Amiya," the doctor said softly.

His old friend was now lying on the operating table. They could not finish the game of chess, but the doctor knew that when he saw Chernobog, he knew that he had lost.

He and His Highness are the same people. They both understand what war will bring, but the difference is that he is willing to bury his kindness with his own hands. Just like he said, Kazdare can do without him, and the Tower of Babel can also We can live without this person, but we cannot live without you, we cannot live without the Doctor, and we cannot live without His Highness.

You are the commander of the Tower of Babel, and I am a born executioner. I am familiar with the road. This is not the first time I have done this kind of thing.

Amiya nodded, gently rubbing the ring on her chest with her fingers.

Countless memories, messy and broken memories gradually emerged in Amiya's mind as she got closer step by step.

The leaden gray sky filled with smoke and dust in Longmen.

A simple memorial ceremony was held on a small slope in the drizzle behind the resettlement camp.

The bright starry sky in the dark night of Longmen.

The child who lost his parents and walked out of the Dragon Gate killed his innocence with his own hands. He grew up little by little in the rush of time. There was not much beauty left in his life. He survived countless disasters and died countless times. A near-death encounter.

Those memories were fragmented and messy, just like his fragmented dreams, which could never be put back together.

He didn't know what he was looking for.

He just ran around in this land in embarrassment, escaping death, and then tried his best to survive.

So he began to forget bit by bit. After forgetting until he couldn't remember it, he felt regret again.

Amiya looked at the lonely figure under the light in the dim room.

Amiya watched him silently as her mother gradually lost her breath in front of her.

Amiya watched him standing in front of the tombstone, looking at the blurry photo on the tombstone, but she could no longer recall the voice, appearance, and smile in her memory.

Amiya watched him walk into the tall and heavy city, climb the long stairs, and face the princes, ministers, and the aloof emperor.

He smiled.

Those who supported him, those who loved him, those who loved him, were taken away bit by bit.

Nothing is left.

You have to live, Xiaomo.

You want to grow up smoothly.

Old Wei, brother, let that child go, he is my son!

... count me please.

You have to survive, 013.

You can't die here.

You have to survive, snake.

You have to live, but why do you have to live? Your life is not miserable enough, not sad enough.

Die, you will be liberated by dying.

Tallulah...listen to me, Tallulah...you have to live, no matter what happens, you have to live, as long as you can survive, it is not a failure.

Don't be afraid, don't be timid, don't be hateful, you have to remember, always remember what you want...you will do it, I have always believed that.

Amiya did not flinch, she was still occupied by these memories in her mind, emerging one by one and then shattering one by one, just like his past.

Prosperity is like a dream, and old dreams fill your mind.

Then tears slipped silently down the corners of the child's eyes.

[Amiya, for me, dreams are something out of reach. Ah, I have to deal with this and that every day. It’s really, really tiring.

But I had such a dream.This dream makes me feel that no matter how much energy I invest here, it is meaningful.

Wouldn’t it be much happier if my parents were by my side when I went to bed at night?

Yes, yes, oh, I know, there may be conflicts, right?

It's possible to have a tantrum because of knocking over furniture during the day or being picky about food at night, but don't get into a childish tantrum with Kelsey, she doesn't mean to do that.

I know, good boy.

Yes, no matter what, we will always relax because our parents are here.

In the dark, mom and dad are like lamps. There will be black monsters hiding in the corners. The beasts dripping saliva outside the window will be driven away by mom and dad.

Miss them more?Alas, I...

It's okay, it's okay, Amiya, it's okay, I'm here.