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- Dark prison early in the morning and late at night
The city on the ground had fallen into a deep sleep, but was awakened by the fire on the horizon. .
And underground, a carnival is spreading crazily.
The siren roared, and a red light flashed in the broken underground building, illuminating the flying dust.
The blood fell from the dust, as if joining the grand carnival of blood.
"I woke up early in the morning and felt very sleepy, and my eyes were still misty. I suddenly remembered that today is a good time for the holiday~I asked my lover to meet me, but who knew that I was wearing a sweatshirt, left shoe and right ankle boots"
Hoarse singing floated out from the radio speakers. Amidst the painful groans of the surviving prison guards, the prisoners who occupied the radio room sang loudly, with unconcealable ferocity and madness in their trembling voices.
There is ecstasy visible to the naked eye floating in the air.
?? Laughter came one after another, and it was singing in unison:
¡°Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~¡±
Someone saw hundreds of pairs of naked feet trampling in the spreading pool of blood. They were laughing and cheering wildly, holding weapons modified from seats and broken iron doors, and frantically beating the reinforced glass in front of them.
Behind the glass, the pale-faced hell policeman was holding a gun, watching the cracks on the last tempered glass in front of him spread bit by bit
These prisoners have broken free from their shackles. They are like beasts that have been hungry for a long time. They want to break out of this huge cage, want to rush to the ground, and want to breathe the moisture that smells of freedom. Air.
By the way a killing spree.
Their brains are filled with stimulants that are ten times more capable than ordinary people. Stimulated by the alchemy potion ¡®Blood of Saints¡¯, they break through the shackles imposed on them. The dusty abilities gradually awakened.
They are imprisoned here full of resentment. In captivity in darkness day after day. The darkness and madness in my heart gradually skyrocketed and finally exploded completely under Qu Qingyang's arrangement!
They broke through the cage, tore apart the bars, set fire to the prison uniforms, and couldn¡¯t wait to join in the carnival.
Amid the noisy singing, the tempered glass finally broke.
The prisoners stood in front of the gap with smiles, holding bloody weapons in their hands, and looked at the lonely prison guard quietly.
In unspeakable silence. You can vaguely hear the prison guards' moans of fear, as well as the singing from the darkness behind the prisoners, which is like twisted laughter, but with a weird melody:
¡°Hahahahahaha~hahahaha~hahahaha~¡±
In the laughter-like singing, the last prison guard was drowned by the crazily singing prisoners and disappeared.
Only blood flew up from the crowd, danced wildly, spattered on the wall, and covered the camera image.
So the image on the surveillance screen was covered with a layer of blood red.
On the top floor of the underground prison, in the huge and empty hall. The last defender silently turned off the screen of his mobile phone, no longer watching the final tragedy above.
He could hear chaotic footsteps coming from the corridor behind him. The prisoners cheered and sang, smashed doors and walls, and rushed towards 'freedom'.
The hall echoed with distant sounds.
The guard in black put away his cell phone and looked around. There were only four white walls in this empty hall, and the steel gate behind him was on the verge of breaking under the frantic beating of the prisoners.
But the entrance in front of him was already open, and the wind with the smell of rain blew from the end of the tunnel.
There is nothing that can stop them anymore.
The last guard took off his windbreaker, covered it on a chair in the center of the hall, and sat on it, waiting for his enemies.
In the silence, only the prisoners were banging on the door frantically, screaming, eager to break free from this last restraint.
In the end, the door finally shattered, and the prisoners stepped on the fragments of the steel door, panting violently, and their eyes were full of ecstasy when they looked towards the exit.
Without any orders, they cheered at this moment and rushed towards the only exit like a sea wave.
But their pupils were stung by a back figure. Even if they regained their freedom, they could not get rid of the shadow in their hearts. They subconsciously bypassed the figure and chose to rush directly to the door.
The crazy prisoners passed by him like a wave being parted.
But the guard didn¡¯t react at all. He just sat quietly on his chair, took out a lighter and a cigarette from his pocket, lit it slowly and seriously, took a deep breath, and exhaled blue-gray smoke.
Then there was a roar.
JustBut the tide suddenly hit the cliff, and a loud noise echoed in the hall. But the crowd rushing towards the exit stopped abruptly.
The wind stopped.
Because the entrance so close has been blocked by an invisible force. Separated by dozens of meters of concrete soil, outside is the long-lost freedom, but the freedom so close at hand is so far away.
Because the huge 'boundary' that enveloped the entire prison has awakened and turned into a 'city wall' that completely separates this place from the outside world.
Air currents, sunlight, water mist nothing can overcome its obstruction and get out of here.
That is such a familiar power.
Since six years ago, when that person took over the prison, he has covered it all the time, creating this terrifying barrier that can remain unscathed even if it is hit by meteorites.
The fourth stage. Kingdom-level ability¡ªSanctuary!
In the cruel silence, hundreds of prisoners stood stiffly at the sealed entrance. They turned their heads slowly, their angry red eyes falling on the same person's face.
"¡ª¡ªChen! Nan! Chao!"
Someone was screaming wildly.
In his chair, the man smoking a cigarette nodded arrogantly. It was obvious that he was the weakest party, but under this disparity in combat power, his eyes remained cold and calm.
"Everyone, the airing time is over."
He said softly: "Now, go back to your trash can."
In the deathly silence, there was only the heavy breathing of the prisoners, and a sinister voice in the crowd whispered: "The ability of the Holy Domain can only be maintained while he is alive, and will be lifted as soon as he dies."
The crowd was in a commotion, and the prisoners looked at him silently. The footsteps gradually gathered around.
Some people are overwhelmed by the shadows of the past. Stop. Whispering in a low voice: "What if"
"He's right."
Chen Nanchao rejected this possibility: "Now in order to maintain the boundaries of this prison, I can't use any of my abilities, so if you want to kill me, this is the best opportunity.
I believe you will pay any price for freedom, but"
He gently rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Underneath the white shirt was a sophisticated and grand ability circuit, the most essential manifestation of an ability user's power.
The circuits of the sanctuary are intertwined on Chen Nanchao's arms and chest. There is no bend at all, the lines are straight, and the turns are sharp. It looks like a huge maze.
But now, the maze-like energy circuit is covered with red thorns, like a thorn that pierces deeply into the flesh and bone marrow. It is densely entangled in the energy circuit, flashing a dangerous red light.
Under the red light, the blood in the prisoners' eyes seemed to have faded, and their madness turned into shock. The anger turned into fear.
"This thing is the weapon I implanted after I took over this place It probably cost about 260 million yuan, and it is the masterpiece of the master public house¡ª¡ª
its name. It¡¯s called ¡®togetherness¡¯. "
Chen Nanchao said softly: "It has only one function. If I die, all the areas covered by the 'sacred domain' will be forcibly destroyed. This is conceptual destruction, and there is no luck."
Silence.
Chen Nanchao took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand and exhaled the last puff of smoke. The burning cigarette was flicked contemptuously towards the prisoners in front and rolled down at their feet.
"Now, make a choice, everyone."
He looked at the prisoners with distorted expressions and laughed softly:
"Freedom or life?"
Under the burning sky, rain poured down, extinguishing the gushing fire.
It started with a loud roar, but by the end, everything was swallowed up and turned into unspeakable silence.
In the surveillance room where the deceased was in disarray, under the attack of the traitor who sneaked inside, there was only the last survivor left.
Most of the surveillance screens that originally occupied an entire wall have been smashed to pieces, leaving only the last surveillance screen with a bright light, illuminating the miserable situation inside.
The hot tea that was originally brewing on the table has gone cold. After falling into the blood, it turned light red, and a faint sweet fragrance exuded from the bitter tea flavor.
¡°Whether it was the logistics employees in neat suits or the double-headed eagle traitor whose bones had been transformed into steel, they all fell in a pool of blood. Uncle Yun leaned against the corner, panting hard, covering his shoulders against the wall.
The blood-red color seeped out from his fingertips.
He quietly monitorsControlling the screen, under the prying eyes of the camera, Qu Qingyang hummed something softly and danced towards where he was.
He knew that this former student was looking for him.
The monitor screen was turned off. Uncle Yun lowered his head, sat down on the chair with difficulty, and loaded a new magazine into the pistol. On the screen of the mobile phone next to him, the last line of characters suddenly flashed:
¡¾Author No. A-7 initiates the final agreement, data destruction begins, five, four, three, two, one¡¿
The screen of the mobile phone suddenly flickered, a ball of electric sparks exploded, and then went out.
So the last data is also destroyed.
Uncle Yun sat in his chair, looking at the cold tea in front of him, waiting expressionlessly.
After waiting for a long time, the silence was broken by soft footsteps, and amid vague humming, someone pushed the door open and entered.
The dim and flickering light from the corridor outside the door flowed in, with that sharp shadow, shining on Uncle Yun's face, making the mottled white hair messy. The white hair sticks to the sweat on his forehead, looking embarrassed and old.
"What, teacher, you are still alive."
Qu Qingyang looked at the embarrassed man and couldn't help laughing softly, but no one could tell whether his laughter was joyful or sad.
"You are the one." Uncle Yun squinted his eyes and looked at him, as if to see clearly every change in him: "It would be great if you wanted to die in Myanmar."
Qu Qingyang laughed and looked around, seemingly familiar. Finally, he dragged a chair from the corner and sat across from Uncle Yun.
¡°I haven¡¯t been back for a long time, but everything seems to be the same.¡±
He wiped his nose and sniffed: "Zhonghai is such a rotten place. The weather is wet and cold. The road conditions are still the same. There are people everywhere. The traffic is jammed, the air is bad, and the water in the river is churning with green foam It's annoying. disgust."
The broken air conditioner could no longer blow hot air. Qu Qingyang took a breath of hot air, rubbed his hands, and then picked up the cold tea in front of Uncle Yun. After taking a shallow sip, he nodded and drank it all.
at last. He threw the teacup back into Uncle Yun's arms:
"Only teacher, your tea is pretty good."
Uncle Yun silently pushed the tea cup away with the muzzle of his gun, and said in a cold voice: "Thank you for the compliment."
"It's not a compliment, it's the truth. Since seven or eight years ago, I have been thinking that I may not be able to drink your tea."
Qu Qingyang reached out and stroked the old teapot: "Now I have another chance, but it doesn't taste as good as I thought."
"You need to be calm when drinking tea, you are very manic." Uncle Yun's voice was low.
"Yes, every time I think of you, I get very manic - I can't forget the gift you left for me."
The flashing lights illuminated Qu Qingyang¡¯s blood-red eyes and the remaining scars on his neck.
Suddenly, a solemn murderous intent arose. Breaking through this hypocritical picture of reminiscing about the past. The man who pretended to be calm rubbed his teeth as if he wanted to cut the old man in front of him into pieces.
"It was you who abandoned me. You abandoned me, pushed me into the fire pit with one hand, watched me die there and breathed your last breath, right?" Qu Qingyang looked at him, smiling, but his words were cruel and cruel. spiteful:
"I didn't die, it was a mistake, right?"
Uncle Yun subconsciously tightened his grip on the pistol under the table, but after a long time, he let go tiredly. His hand seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant:
"At this point, I don't need to explain anything about Myanmar. I just want to tell youit was myself who replaced you."
"never mind."
Qu Qingyang shook his head and smiled softly: "It doesn't matter, teacher. The black cell will collapse tonight, and Qian Lizhen will die tonight. The relevant departments will be completely destroyed in my hands."
¡°Pain is the best gift in the world.¡±
He suddenly lifted Uncle Yun's collar and whispered hoarsely into his ear: "You gave it to me back then, and now I will give it back to you."
Feel.
Uncle Yun finally felt it.
The deep hatred in this man¡¯s heart and the madness that seems to burn the whole world to ashes.
"It's useless, Qingyang. It's useless."
He wanted to sigh softly: "You knowthe real relevant departments have never been here. They haven't been here since the Ancient Mirror Project was really put into operation ten years ago."
Qu Qingyang smiled, he let go of his hand and let Uncle Yun fall back on the chair. The wound on his shoulder pulled, and he groaned hoarsely. Qu Qingyang stretched out his hand and stepped on Uncle Yun.?? poked the wound on his shoulder, his eyes filled with excitement.
"I know. So, this is just the beginning."
He said seriously: "Your death is just the beginning, I will"
His voice was interrupted by Uncle Yun.
"So, as long as I die, it will be fine, right?"
The old man looked up at him with complicated eyes, but also compassion. He picked up his gun and put it in Qu Qingyang's hand.
"After all these years, I know you have been hating me."
His voice trembled due to the pain of the wound, but he kept looking into Qu Qingyang's eyes, looking at the anger in his pupils: "If your purpose of coming back is just to take revenge on me and kill me, then kill me. Bar."
Qu Qingyang was silent, and he clenched the gun tightly, like holding a red-hot dagger. He wanted to let go, but he held it hard again.
"I owe you this."
Uncle Yun stretched out his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun against his heart, causing veins to burst out on the back of Qu Qingyang's hand.
"I don't know why I stayed. I originally wanted to leave, but when I saw you came back, I didn't want to leave."
The old man lowered his head and laughed miserably: "I originally thought that I wanted to stay here and kill you to make a break with my past. But later, when I really saw you, I realized I actually just want to tell you that you can still look back."
"Teacher, are you fooling me?"
Qu Qingyang's expression was distorted, as if an angry person was roaring and roaring crazily in his smile. The hatred burning in his heart was like fire, burning his voice hoarse:
"Look back? Teacher, don't say such joking words. At that time, when you left me there, did you ever look back at me?"
What answered him was a well-protected USB flash drive. It seemed to have been rubbed for some years and had a round luster.
"This is the gift I prepared for you before that mission. I have always carried it with me for so many years. I always feel ridiculous for carrying a gift that I can't give away, but I didn't expect that you will come back one day. .¡±
Uncle Yun put the thing in his hand on the table and slowly pushed it in front of him. He watched Qu Qingyang's expression change and his voice was hoarse:
"You wanted to leave here many years ago, right? I know that you fell in love with an ordinary woman and wanted to give up your identity and be an ordinary person with her I prepared it for you at that time I received this, but I didn¡¯t expect that it would be more than ten years before I could give it to you.¡±
His eyes were sad: "You have always been like this. Ever since you were a child. You have something to say, but don't say it. Hidden in a place that no one knows in your heart. When I see the pitiful eyes on you, I feel dazzling, and I slap away every one. Wanting a helping hand. Like a hedgehog."
"Hi! What is this?" Qu Qingyang sneered, his eyes angry: "Teacher's last instruction?"
"It's my last words."
Uncle Yun said softly, black blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Looking at Qu Qingyang¡¯s surprised eyes, he smiled.
Long before he came in, he had swallowed the poison prepared for himself.
Qu Qingyang was stunned.
"There is a long-term rental safe address and password in the USB flash drive, which contains a new passport and identity. There is also a business card that can help you find the best plastic surgeon in the world. Tomorrow, Qu Qingyang will not be able to exist in this world.¡±
Uncle Yun stretched out his hand with difficulty and hugged the student, his voice hoarse and relieved: "After I die, don't hate me, just be an ordinary person. Stop making their tools and consumables, and live your life." life."
"Teacher, is this the weapon you have prepared? The truth behind turning back and reversing course?!"
Qu Qingyang was hugged by him, but felt that he was defeated. He held the USB drive so hard that his body trembled. The long hair that fell down covered his face, and he let out a vague roar as if he was choking.
"Sorry, teacher."
He let go of his hand, letting the last chance to turn back slip from his hand, then pulled out the knife and stabbed it into the heart of the man in front of him.
Uncle Yun¡¯s eyes were wide open, full of confusion.
Qu Qingyang looked into his eyes and cruelly turned the handle of the knife in his hand, crushing his weak heart.
"sorry."
Qu Qingyang said softly: "Since the moment I thought I was going to die more than ten years ago, I have never thought about looking back."
"That's itthat's it." Uncle Yun said sadly.??Laughed: "That's it."
"kindness."
Uncle Yun hugged this cold and silent student, looked tiredly into his eyes, and looked at his aging reflection in his eyes. Warm blood soaked out of his heart, taking away the last of his body temperature. It also made him feel cold and sad.
But Qu Qingyang hugged him, as if he wanted to share his warmth with him. Let him not feel uncomfortable because of the cold before he dies.
After all these years, Uncle Yun saw his eyes again, but he still felt like he saw what he looked like many years ago. This man's eyes were still quiet and silent, but the light that once shone like stars disappeared, leaving only the sharpness and coldness like pieces of iron.
That cowardly child finally grew up, learned cruelty and anger, and then repaid his teacher a hundred times what he learned.
But Uncle Yun was not resentful, he just felt understanding and sad.
For many years, he held that boy¡¯s hand and asked him softly: ¡°Are you still afraid of the dark?¡±
The young man shook his head and lowered his eyes.
That was the beginning many years ago, and it was the end after a long time.
After so many years, everything has changed, but everything will end. A long life is a book, and Uncle Yun finally waited for the arrival of its last page.
He activated the last button.
And then sank into darkness forever.
At that moment, endless flames of light spurted out from his old body. Sixteen bombs surgically implanted in his body stopped his pulse and simultaneously released a brilliance that seemed to burn the world to death.
The light was like a tide, drowning Qu Qingyang's figure, tearing the walls apart and illuminating the world flooded by rain.
There is also the angry and sad blue eyes of the young man in the distance.
Goodbye, world¡ª¡ª
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In the article, the song sung by the prisoners in the black jail is the American song "Amazing Date". There is actually an adapted version of this song in China, but the name is rather sad, called "The Ageless Dad"
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