A community psychologist consults a private clinic.
Liao Ke smiled and sent away the last patient who came for psychological consultation. He closed the door. He took off his white lab coat and hung it behind the door. The smile on his face slowly disappeared, turning his head to the back of the clinic, and then pulling away. A blue sanitary drape.
Behind the curtain is a narrow compartment.
In the narrow compartment, there is an old push bed that is no more than 80 cm wide. Rust has grown on all four wheels. The bed is full of debris, which hides the face of the person lying on the canopy bed.
The man was too quiet, and his breathing was so weak that he could not hear him, so he had been lying behind the curtain without being noticed.
Liao Ke put the curtain away, he looked at Lu Yizhan lying unconscious on the push bed, and sighed a long, long sigh.
Lu Yizhan’s face was half buried in the pillow, half of his face exposed outside was so weak that he couldn’t see any blood, his mouth was dry and black, his eyes were sunken, and his body was shaking uncontrollably, covering his shoulders. The quilt on the bed was turned over by Liao Ke and found that blood stains were still leaking out.
Liao Ke silently unbuttoned Lu Yizhan's clothes, and found that the bandage on his shoulders that he had changed for Lu Yizhan at noon had been soaked with blood, his entire face was red, and he was shockingly hot to the touch, his eyelashes and forehead were covered with sweat. Shortness of breath, burning hard at first sight.
The canopy bed was too narrow. Lu Yizhan’s left hand hung outside. Liao Ke put Lu Yizhan’s left hand back on the bed, then changed a bottle of the anti-inflammatory medicine that was being given to Lu Yizhan, and put an ice pack on Lu Yizhan’s forehead. Then he sat on the opposite side of Lu Yizhan with a bench, put his hands on his knees, and Liao Ke sighed uncontrollably.
You can't go to the hospital, can't go home, and you can't let anyone know that you are injured. You can only hide your injuries in his small clinic, Lu Yizhan, you are really the captain of the most miserable team I have ever seen.
Liao Ke moved Lu Yizhan's shoulder to change his bandage, and said to himself: "Fang Dian didn't suffer so much when the captain of a team directly confronted Bai Liu."
"It's your own problem, Lu Yizhan..."
Liao Ke looked at Lu Yizhan, who was still frowning in a coma, and sighed, "Why can I save everyone if I succeed."
"You are only a person. It would be great to save most of the people, but even heretics, monsters, and even gods-even the white willow, you have to try to save him."
Liao Ke threw the blood-stained bandage into the medical trash can, turned his head to find a gauze and wiped the sweat on Lu Yizhan’s face, then turned off the lights in the clinic, and watched in the gloomy night before waking up. Lu Yizhan, staring blankly at an unknown point in the air, muttered:
"People can't do so many things, Lu Yizhan."
"This time I can't stop Bai Liu from winning the league championship. Even if you don't die now, you will die miserably in the future."
"Lu Yizhan, do you really know what you are doing?"
Lu Yizhan was lying on the bed, falling asleep motionless, without answering him.
Meeting room of the Deer Hunter Guild.
After the game, it is customary to replay the video of the game to analyze the results of the game, but the analysis is now complete.
But now the meeting in the conference room is over, and only Unknown Cen, who is sitting at the end of the conference room, remains.
The lights in the meeting room were not turned on. The inside was pitch black. Only the front screen was shimmering. Cen’s eyes were dim and unclear. He watched over and over again at the replayed scene of the rebellious killing of him on the screen. , With his hand on the back of the chair, his left hand unconsciously turned the ring on his right hand.
Brother, why on earth did you betray the Heresy Authority
The eight [Judges] led by Captain Fang Dian have already failed seven. In the cycle of more than 600 timelines, these seven judges were lured, deceived, and tortured by Bai Liu, time and time again. Once again, Cthulhu used games to enjoy their pain to their heart's content, until they could no longer bear the pain.
The seven [Judges] finally lost the game. They surrendered and sold their souls to Bai Liu with tears. In pain, with tears, they turned into the seven stone sculptures used by Bai Liu to decorate his temple.
Brother, you are the last [Judge].
Do you have to follow the same old path as the first seven judges, kneel at the feet of a certain world-line evil god token, sell your soul to the other party, and become one of the boring decorations of Bai Liu
I don't believe you will come this far, brother, you are the only [Judge] who has survived more than six hundred or six hundred games.
So, brother—
Cen Buming clicked on the system panel. The picture on the screen changed and turned into a snowflake screen. The video of "Wandering Circus vs. Russell Cemetery" was written in the lower right corner. He looked at the snowflake screen. At the end of the screen show, when the system prompts [Russell Cemetery won the game] popped out on the screen, Cen unknown squinted his eyes—
—You and that Bai Liu are so close, are you designing to make him lose the game
Temple of Lalaije.
In the endless sound of dark sea waves, the prophet with group spots on his body was sitting on a stone bench with his eyes closed and his head hanging down. Sitting opposite him was wearing a hood, and leisurely teasing the stone with his fingertips. Cthulhu who pecked at the seabirds on the table.
The cards on the table were blown awkwardly, but they seemed to be held in place by a magical force and did not fly randomly.
There is nothing left on the card on the prophet’s side, and the card on Cthulhu’s side is thick, like a stack that never sees the end, and the top card is drawn with a seat. On the sea, the magnificent retro opera house looks a bit like the temple of Lalaiye.
"As long as Bai Liu wins the league once, our game is over, prophet." Cthulhu sighed regretfully, "Unfortunately, you have no cards in your hand to prevent him from winning."
Cthulhu looked up at the sleeping prophet with a smile but a smile: "Except for yourself."
"But I don't know how much your incomplete oracle card can play a role in blocking Bai Liu's doomed victory."
The prophet was still bowing his head, and the evil god gently raised the seabird's beak, and the seabird flew briefly in the air with his gestures flapping its wings, and its feet landed on the prophet's right shoulder, which was already petrified.
After being petrified, the original sturdy right shoulder was grasped by a seabird, as if it was hit by a bullet shot from somewhere. From the center, it became a spider crack, and the shoulder part and the god of rebellion scattered by the stone sculpture were shattered by the soul. The part of the soul that burned and disappeared after the shot matched exactly.
The seabird raised his head and screamed, flapped its wings from the shattered shoulders and flew away, disappearing into the dark clouds.
The Cthulhu stretched out his slender index finger, pressed his forehead with the stone sculpture on his shoulders, and lowered his eyes and whispered:
"The game between us is not over yet, wake up from the dream, seer."
A drop of water dripped from the end of the prophet's neck.
The sea breeze blows strongly from behind his head, blowing the drop of water that is about to fall on the table far away, the seabirds screaming from the clouds, the open wings seem to be able to shine the only thing left. The sunlight broke off to the temple of Lalaije.
The prophet's eyelids twitched slightly.
He seemed to be blown into the clouds far, far away along the drop of water, into the sea far, far away, sailing endlessly in the wind and waves, traversing more than 600 dark timelines, and finally came to the goal. Ground-where it all started.
—The first world line.
"Lu Yizhan!" Someone waved at him from a distance, and the other blocked his mouth to amplify the sound like a trumpet, "Here is the training registration point for a team of the Heresy Processing Bureau! You are going the other way!"
He stopped the pace of the shuttle, turned his head, the scene of time paused around him, and then began to flow backwards madly.
The reverse flow of time pulled everything into colorful abstract lines, and Lu Yi ran in the tunnel formed by these lines until everything instantly returned to its place beside him and changed back to its original appearance.
He stopped.
Lu Yizhan turned his head, he became almost seventeen or eighteen years old, scratching his head blankly: "Did I go the other way?"
The man said helplessly: "Of course it's the opposite. There is the registration office for the second team, and the first team is here."
Lu Yizhan looked back curiously at the registration office where the second team was queuing. He saw a cold-faced but young boy with a straight back. He raised his head to the person at the registration office with a kind of inconsistency. According to the mature report: "Cen is unknown, seventeen years old."
"My ambition is the second team. After entering the second team, I will assist you in killing all the heretics on the side of the disaster."
Lu Yizhan retracted his gaze, and the person next to him whispered in his ear: "The second team is a field team, high-risk, and the second team is very murderous. Generally, they are severely persecuted by heretics. , A child who was adopted by the Heresy Bureau and brought up in a training camp."
"This Cen is not sure that it is the same."
"I still prefer the first team. Lu Yizhan, your ambition is also the first team?" The man looked at Lu Yizhan and nodded in agreement, "You have a good ambition, the first team is not that dangerous."
Lu Yizhan thought for a while and asked, "The first and second teams are both field teams, aren't they both dangerous?"
"It's not the same!" The man seemed to say something excited, waving his hands and feet, "The captain of the first team is super strong! She will take us out of the mission and it will not be as dangerous as in the second team! She has one The super-strong seven-man squad is the highest-end combat power of the entire heresy handling bureau—"
"—Called [True Crusade Army]."
The man held his heart, his face full of dreams: "If only I could join the Crusades one day."
Lu Yizhan smiled, and patted the man on the shoulder: "As long as we work hard, it's okay!"
This person was frustrated in an instant: "How is it possible that ordinary players like us can squeeze into a team and follow the Crusaders on missions."
"Do you want to join the team that way?" Lu Yizhan scratched his head, he smiled indifferently, "I don't have any obsessions, I can go anywhere."
This person glanced at the registration office of the other teams and said quietly: "Lu Yizhan, you can enter the first team or enter the first team. I heard them say that the atmosphere of other teams is not very good. It is not like a team leader who will protect you. For the newcomer, they will bully the newcomer."
"A team of written exams come on!"
Lu Yi nodded his head at the site, but he forgot when he turned his head. He didn't take this matter to heart.
After eating at noon, he was blocked by a group of people in the small alley behind the canteen. There was a clear gloom between these people's brows. Lu Yizhan, who didn't want to make trouble, simply scanned the faces of these people. I remembered the identity of these people in an instant.
They are the ones who were brushed off in a team of written exams this morning.
A team of trainers who don’t have bad records on their files. Obviously, these trainers should have more or less record of fights on their files. They were unhappy after being brushed off, so I looked for Lu Yizhan, a person who had a high score in the written test. trouble.
"It's okay." A man slapped his pockets, looking at Lu Yizhan from top to bottom with a contemptuous look.
Lu Yizhan instantly raised his hands to express his surrender. He didn't like to cause trouble, so he smiled and said, "It's just good luck."
"If you just hate me being in the first team, I can change my aspirations this afternoon, or go to the second team."
This group of people was startled, and the menacing gazes at the beginning seemed to be that they didn't expect Lu Yizhan to admit the counsel so quickly, but they were unwilling to leave like this, and picked another thorn: "How do I know you will change?"
"Why not, the captain of a team interviewed in person in the afternoon. She doesn't like the smoking of team members. If you smell cigarettes on your body, most of them won't let you pass."
The group of people drew a crumpled cigarette from their pocket and handed it to Lu Yizhan, smiling evilly: "If you smoke, we will let you go."
Lu Yizhan never smokes. He moved his eyes downwards. He weighed the cigarette and spent another fifteen minutes with the group of people. He took the cigarette quickly and moved naturally to the one who passed the cigarette to him. The person leaned forward and motioned for the other person to ignite.
The other party also subconsciously set the Lu Yi station on fire, and after waiting for the order, he realized that something was wrong. Annoyed that he was about to curse someone, he found that the kid at Lu Yizhan coughed violently. He had a stop and laughed.
While Lu Yizhan was smoking, he was choked with tears. He never smoked. He didn't expect the smell of smoke to be so choking.
I knew I would not choose to smoke.
Amidst the laughter, Lu Yizhan couldn't take the third bite anymore, but the person next to him wouldn't let him off so easily, and forced him to do it.
"Hey, what are you doing over there?" A slightly lazy female voice came from the alley.
The movements of a group of people paused, and Lu Yizhan still had cigarettes in his mouth. He squinted at the woman standing in the alley against the light.
This woman carried an epee that was taller than her body, leaned her shoulders loosely to one side, combed a high ponytail, and she felt a strong sense of oppression wherever she stood, Lu Yizhan. In the alley, you can smell the blood coming from her.
Someone tremblingly yelled, "Fang team! Good!"
This sound is like a prelude to the shaking of a group of people. The group of people began to shake one after another. The woman responded lazily, and you too, dragged the epee and walked in.
When the strong light faded from her face and she was able to see her appearance, the team was already very close to Lu Yizhan. She did not have any makeup, and was wearing a uniform coat of the heretical administration. Her facial features were very good. Outstanding, but more attractive than her appearance, or the intuitive feeling that she gives is that she seems to be able to draw a sword at any time, mixed with a lazy and beautiful peculiar temperament.
Her gaze swept away from the corners of Lu Yizhan's choked eyes and the two-puffed cigarette beside her mouth, and then she swept over the trembling trainees: "Your files, I will Consider sending to three teams."
-The three teams are the worst in several teams.
Most of the training students did not dare to show up, and they also had the courage to raise their hands and asked: "Team Fang, we are just teaching him to smoke, and there is no violation of the team rules, why should we send our files to the three teams!" "
Fang Dian smiled, and leaned against the wall and hit Lu Yizhan with his elbow: "Is it true that they teach you to smoke?"
Lu Yizhan met these people viciously and threateningly, adhering to the principle that more is worse than less. He paused and admitted: "Yes."
"But I don't think you have learned how to smoke." Fang Dian turned her head, her eyes fell on the cigarette beside Lu Yizhan's mouth, she made a move that everyone looked stupid, and she laughed, "It seems that it was them. Teach not well enough, I will teach it myself."
Fang Dian lightly drew out the smoke from Lu Yizhan's lips with two fingers, put it to his lips in the dumbfounded eyes of everyone, took a sip, and then slowly exhaled it.
Lu Yizhan's pupils shrank to a point, and his gaze fell tightly on the cigarette holder that had been squeezed by Fang.
"If you want to teach smoking, you should demonstrate yourself first." Fang Dian raised his cigarette and said lightly, "Whoever wants to learn in the future, come to me personally, don't bother you to teach."
"This is also the responsibility of my captain."
"If you still let me see someone who is forcibly teaching someone to smoke in private..." Fang Dian's eyes swept across, "I don't mind helping him quit smoking personally."
The group of people paused for a while, and then ran away like a mouse crossing the street after answering.
Fang Dian didn’t care about Lu Yizhan who didn’t say a word after finishing his lesson. He then stuffed the cigarette back to the dead Lu Yizhan, as if he hadn’t noticed that it was an ambiguous move, dragging the heavy sword. Waving casually at Lu Yizhan behind him, he walked out of the alley.
Lu Yizhan suddenly shouted loudly: "Team Fang!"
Fang Dian gave a hum, then turned around: "What else is there?"
Lu Yizhan's face was flushed, he held the extinguished cigarette in his hand, took a deep breath and straightened his back, trying to speak clearly: "My name is Lu Yizhan, I am eighteen years old."
"—Since I was a trainee, my ambition has been the first team. I was the first team in the written test this morning. I have always respected the team very much."
Fang Dian smiled: "That's good, very good."
"The first team welcomes you to join."