When this flashy sword like a work of art penetrated his body and memory, the strange and fierce conflict in Lu Xin's body, a hand that only desperately supported the skin and stretched out, instead suddenly became quiet.
There were countless hilts in his body, and the blood flowed down the hilt, and merged into a small river at his feet.
Inside the river, more black threads grew.
The threads crawled all over his body, sewn up his lips, sewn up his eyes.
Trapped in a memory cage, he was cut off from the outside world.
And his spiritual power, at this time, spread unconsciously, and gradually merged with the spiritual power of Teacher Xiaolu.
The sounds of playfulness and games that seem to be real, began to expand, and became more and more real.
In the entire Qinggang Satellite City No. 2, everyone seemed to see the figure of a child in the shadows, digging in and out.
They laughed happily, like in the sun.
But the happier they laughed, the more oppressive guilt lingered in the air. .
This sense of guilt is enough to drown all reason and memory.
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At the same time, No. 8 stood in front of Mr. Xiaolu.
The black suit and white shirt on his body were dyed red with blood, as if large swaths of bright red flowers were blooming.
His palms were trembling, and the sword of judgment in his suit jacket was also trembling non-stop.
As if urging him, let him quickly start the girl in front of him and end the trial.
But Eighth just stood there with a suitcase.
His face and forehead kept blooming, and wounds appeared one after another, like cracks in the porcelain.
"Why me?"
He muttered to himself, his eyes blurred: "Why did you keep me?"
"Number nine, number nine, aren't you trying to stop me?"
"Why didn't you just kill me and leave me here alone?"
"… "
His voice was full of puzzlement, and enduring this intense torture, the whole person almost went crazy.
"Because he believes in you..."
A somewhat gentle voice sounded in No. 8's ear, a strange tremor of spiritual power, like a woman's sigh:
"Although you will be angry because of your stubbornness, although you will want to beat you up, and although you don't like your behavior that you like to complain, you are still his family after all. You grew up with him in the orphanage and gave The family he first remembered."
"Number eight, he also hopes that you can become Xu Jing and truly get rid of this number..."
"… "
"… "
Hearing this voice, No. 8's body suddenly trembled even more, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Looking at Teacher Xiaolu on the sofa, his feelings suddenly became uncontrollable.
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"Is the past me really wrong?"
Trapped in the memory cage, Lu Xin is looking at his life in confusion.
He had thought he would not be afraid of judgment.
After all, being active, healthy and striving for progress is simply... perfect.
But after being completely affected by the power of the trial, he suddenly discovered that his life was really terrible.
From kindergarten to business company, from company to being recruited by the Ministry of Special Clearance...
Do you have any regrets in your past life
Yes, especially many.
It seems that everything I do can be better, and I can be less stupid. I carefully observe every part of my life, and I can find a lot of things that I regret, and even make myself feel ashamed and want to kill. this self.
Everyone faces the ultimate curse: if only they hadn't done that at the time...
Lu Xin was looking at every self in the past.
Watching them get pierced by the silver sword of judgment, watching them bleeding from their chests, standing silently in front of him.
Looking at their faces, there were expressions of pain or shame.
Looking at them is like a long dragon, from the beginning of my memory, to the line in front of me.
At this time, he only had one thought, wanting to veto everything in the past.
Under the influence of huge anger and shame, he wielded a sword of judgment one by one.
Violently inserted into each of their own bodies.
Only by killing the past self can the past mistakes be undone.
A sword of judgment was inserted into his body, with hatred and denial of himself.
In his own memory, he started a massacre.
Kill yourself at every stage.
Whether it is playing Tetris quietly in the company, or secretly poking and collecting red envelopes.
Those who were bullied in the company still worked hard to act in front of Mr. Xiaolu...
Finally, he passed through a long gap that was really missing from his memory, and came to the beginning...
… orphanages.
This is where it all happened, and the beginning of the pain that everyone is saddled with today.
Lu Xin hated here the most, and hated himself the most at this time.
So he took the sword of judgment that had killed many people, broke into the orphanage, and came to the end of his memory.
Or rather, the source.
He saw the first person in his memory.
It was a little boy sitting quietly in the corner of the pale laboratory with his legs in his arms.
He raised his head and looked at Lu Xin, who was covered in blood and held the Sword of Judgment in his hand.
The eyes are very clean, and the whole person looks very empty.
"This is your original self?"
"Is it this little monster that killed everyone in the orphanage?"
"… "
This strange feeling enveloped Lu Xin's whole body.
He slowly raised the sword of judgment and pointed at the little boy sitting in the corner.
Clearly killing the original self at this time will allow one to truly liberate and truly relax.
However, Lu Xin suddenly hesitated again.
This is not reconciled.
It's the kind of unwillingness that comes from being exhausted after being told by Mr. Xiaolu that the biggest illusion in his life has been broken.
He looked at the little boy, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.
This is the source of his memory and the culprit. He did the orphanage thing and caused the painful beginning.
It was also from him that he had this unfortunate life.
So, as long as he is resolved, everything is resolved.
I will be completely destroyed, and all the mistakes I have made will be erased.
From now on, there will be no more guilt in this world.
When Lu Xin looked at the little boy, he also slowly raised his head and looked at Lu Xin quietly.
Various shadows appeared around, with a long and dazzling light.
There are scenes of him being observed in a huge, empty room.
There is a scene where he is sent to the experimental bench and is cut bit by bit.
There are also scenes of observing his emotional changes under the stimulation of various noises or strong light.
There are also scenes of walking beside the operating tables one by one, hearing countless crying and struggling, but not moving at all.
Few people can have such an experience.
Face-to-face with the past self, eyes mingling, as two ends, discussing the life in the middle.
None of them seemed to have spoken, and they seemed to have exchanged a lot of opinions.
Looking at the little boy huddled in the corner, Lu Xin didn't know, should he slashed at him with a sword, or...
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…
"Bypass him and execute the trial!"
At the same time, the executors outside had felt that Lu Xin was rapidly falling into self-isolation.
It can also be felt that the power of judgment has completely drowned this man, and it has begun to pollute from the depths of his heart. The countless black threads are quickly closing up Lu Xin, changing his appearance and spiritual radiation little by little.
Even the clothes on him are about to become the same black suit as himself.
Just a little bit, and the final complete pollution can be formed.
The birth of an executor.
They did not dare to urge this process, and they were unable to speed it up. Therefore, they also made a unified choice at the same time.
It poured into the Red Moon Elementary School like flowing water, walked around Lu Xin, walked into the teaching building, or directly passed through the wall of the teaching building, like a huge shadow, from all directions, gathered around the office.
"It's time to judge..."
"Xu Jing, please complete your mission as an executor..."
"… "
Different faces emerged from the wall next to the office.
Reflected from the reflection in the glass window.
Born out of Teacher Xiaolu's hallucination, he looked at No. 8 faintly.
Because he accepted Teacher Xiaolu's accusation, the last key is also on him.
But among the countless gazes, No. 8 just stood silently, his body trembling all the time.
Until he was completely surrounded by executors, he completely lost all options.
Instead, his state stabilized, and he silently put the silver suitcase in his hand on the ground.
Looking up at the indifferent faces, he replied in a low voice, "I can't carry out the execution."
"Shh!"
The countless faces around him suddenly became angry and gloomy.
But looking at them, Xu Jing was unprecedentedly calm, and whispered: "Because, I also feel that she is not wrong."
"I can't kill someone who is willing to carry sins just because of his goodness."
"… "
"You are the executor of the midnight court."
Countless faces around suddenly opened and closed at the same time, making a sound like a wave: "What you need to do is to execute."
"You cannot defy the power of judgment..."
"… "
"I am the executor of the midnight court..."
Xu Jing slowly raised his head and looked at the faces.
It seems that it is not only these faces that are seen, but something deeper.
He said slowly: "But I am also the person who grew up in the orphanage, the person who once depended on her..."
While speaking these words slowly, he reached out into the inside of the suit and took out the exquisite sword of judgment.
Then he looked down and seemed a little reluctant.
But he still gently threw the sword on the ground, and then touched a vase next to it.
He looked up at the executor with a clear attitude.
At this time, his hair was messy, his skin was covered with cracks, his white shirt looked abnormally dull and wrinkled, and his image was like a hooligan picking up a vase with a brick. An unprecedented embarrassing moment in my life.
But his eyes were brighter than ever.
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"Dang bang... "
In the memory cage, facing the expressionless little boy, the sword of judgment in Lu Xin's hand also fell to the ground.
He didn't stab the little boy who was huddled in the corner with his sword.
Instead, he stepped forward slowly, squatted in front of him, gently stretched out his hands, and hugged him.
How can you blame a little boy who has been locked up in an experiment since he was a child
Even if this little boy is himself...
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"If you betray the Midnight Court, you betray justice..."
"You also need to be judged..."
There seemed to be anger hitting the hearts of these executors, causing their expressions to be slightly distorted.
Because of their appearance, the air ripples that became slightly distorted also began to rise layer by layer, constantly setting off peaks.
One by one, the executors bypassed Lu Xin and walked into the Red Moon Elementary School.
In the office on the third floor, No. 8 held a vase in his hand and showed his ferocity to these executors.
Like a child who would only sue and be beaten at first, he finally learned to fight.
At the entrance of the elementary school, Lu Xin stood quietly, and the little hands that kept propping up his skin suddenly disappeared.
It seems that the conflict in the memory has finally subsided.
In the memory cage, he hugged the little boy and began to re-examine his past self and think seriously.
One by one he appeared in this laboratory, some were bigger, some were smaller, some had blood on their bodies, some had hair like chicken coops, their faces were confused, and some were holding an envelope in their hands. , and subconsciously hid behind him, that was the first payment Chen Jing had given, and some people stood quietly in front of the window shrouded in darkness, alone, looking out the window.
Lu Xin's heart suddenly began to tremble violently.
In fact, no one is not hard enough.
They just happened to exist in the past to help them get through the most difficult time at the beginning...
The original self, the self who was indifferent to everything, did not have the emotions that I can feel today.
Then, how can I blame him for looking at the world indifferently
I was the first to enter the company, because I didn’t want to do anything wrong, so I could only learn how others did it.
How could he blame him for being too rigid at that time and only knew how to work overtime
When I saw Teacher Xiaolu again, I had forgotten the past, so how could I not greet her with a smile
The self at different times has shaped the present self...
… So, why deny the past
There is no need to regret in life, just like complex data after precise calculation, there will only be one result. Putting the present self into the past, under the specific data at that time, the same choice is made by oneself. .
Perception, emotion, desire, cognition, instinct, and memory are the data that determine everything.
The ego, until it finds its spiritual core, is just a marionette in these data.
All the selves in the past helped the selves at this time to find their true selves in this coerced time.
Thinking of this, a relief suddenly appeared on Lu Xin's face.
However, even he himself didn't know that in this memory cage, when all of himself were preparing to reconcile, in the corner of the laboratory, the first self that he was holding in his arms, the original self, suddenly had a face on his face. A slightly surprised and curious expression appeared.
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"Shh!"
When countless executors rushed into the Red Moon Elementary School and rushed to the office on the third floor, Lu Xin suddenly woke up.
His eyes had already been sewn, but when these executors acted, they were forcibly opened.
Because it was too hard, his eyes were directly torn by black silk threads, forming a bloody mass.
But in that vague flesh and blood, you can still see a strange light blooming from the eyes. The heart that was empty because of knowing Mr. Xiaolu's lie, also gave birth to a subtle and strange kind of heart at this time. His emotions, everything in the memory cage just now became blurred the moment he woke up, only one scene suddenly became very clear.
It was when I was very young, a self from the future, gently hugged the original self.
Maybe no one really cares about themselves
However, sometimes, isn't the hug you give yourself the same warmth
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"Shhhhh..."
At the same time, the executors who passed by Lu Xin and the executor who had been staring at him stopped at the same time. They thought that Lu Xin was about to be completely polluted and become one of them, but Suddenly there was an accident.
The process of contamination was not accidental and went very smoothly.
It's like poisoning a person, the whole process went smoothly, just watch the person drink the poison.
But at this moment, they suddenly discovered that the person was not dead...
This is the case with Lu Xin. He was clearly polluted by the strongest and most thorough, but he opened his eyes at this moment.
There was life in his eyes.
"you… "
In the sight of these executors, while being submerged by the power of the trial, Lu Xin slowly opened his mouth, breaking away the black thread on his lips little by little, and said in a vague voice: "You guys They all want to judge me and accuse me?"
"I do not accept… "
"… "
All the executors stopped abruptly when Lu Xin's voice sounded.
On the roof in the distance, mother and sister saw Lu Xin's appearance, and their expressions suddenly became excited.
My sister didn't know what happened, but she felt the changes in Lu Xin's body and became very excited subconsciously.
On the other hand, my mother's eyes lit up slightly, and it seemed that her heart, which had been raised so tightly, finally fell down at this moment.
Her eyes were even slightly red, and she seemed moved.
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There was a little confusion in his voice, and Lu Xin's body swayed slightly. He seemed to be making an emotionless statement, but it seemed that this calm already represented his understanding of the past and his relationship with himself. time, maximum reconciliation:
"Even if my life started with a misunderstanding, that's my life."
"It may be full of loopholes, but there is no need for others to point fingers..."
"You want to judge me condescendingly above the rules, so I want to ask..."
"… "
When he said this, the voice suddenly changed from vague to unusually clear.
The black silk thread on his body was broken and disappeared.
The sword of judgment inserted into him also seemed to be melted by the scorching heat in an instant.
It turned into a drop of fiery red juice, which slowly flowed down his body to his feet...
The black shadow slowly surged up, like a gloomy night, faintly mixed with excited laughter.
And Lu Xin's eyes were gently turned to every executor in front of him, and a strange provocation slowly appeared in his voice:
"Are you qualified?"
"… "
"Wow..."
At the same time, all the executors took a step back at the same time.
They acted in unison, looked up at Lu Xin, and at the same time, raised their palms and pressed them to Lu Xin.
They are unwilling to accept the scene in front of them, how could someone escape from the trial
In this world, everyone has dark secrets, so everyone has a reason to be judged.
This is the power of judgment.
No one can escape judgment, let alone this one...
Under the action of their spiritual power, layers of air ripples quickly enveloped Lu Xin. Various trial forces once again invaded every level of Lu Xin, quickly digging up Lu Xin's heart. The darkness in it is distorted.
But this time, they soon discovered that the truth was different from what they imagined.
Under the influence of their spiritual power, the picture in front of them is constantly changing, twisting and beating.
As if the lines were disrupted and reorganized, scenes of flickering illusions appeared in the field of vision.
Lu Xin let his mental power act on him, but the smile on his face did not change, but the surrounding pictures began to flicker.
In some scenes, Lu Xin stood at the entrance of the primary school to block them.
In some pictures, behind Lu Xin, there seems to be a strange old building...
The air seemed to be silent for a moment, and then there was movement in the old building.
One after another, the broken windows were pushed open, and in the dark room, a pair of eyes emerged.
At this moment, every executor felt the strange spiritual power in the old building. He couldn't help his heart trembling violently, as if he was lifted by a hand. His eyes were drawn, and his palms trembled slightly.
Then, they gradually saw clearly the faces emerging from the windows of the old building.
Lu Xin.
The faces that appeared in the building were all Lu Xin's faces.
Young, or old, indifferent, or smiling, fierce, or gentle...
Every face is Lu Xin, but the body is different.
Some grow on the body of a spider, while others are surrounded by giant octopus tentacles.
Some were just a bunch of broken bodies stitched together, and some were tall and thin, almost touching the ceiling.
Some were just a pile of shattered tissue stuck to the ceiling, with only a head hanging down.
All these faces are showing smiles to those executors.
When Lu Xin, who was standing in front of the building, spoke with a sense of laziness, they all followed.
The voices are also uniform, but because countless voices are superimposed together, it seems extremely uncomfortable:
"Your so-called judgment is just digging out every dark corner of people's hearts and convicting people..."
"I chose to face the world with the kindest side..."
"But you just want to question me..."
"… "
A smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Have you ever thought about it, if everyone showed their truest side..."
"Gene Era"
"Is it me who can't stand it, or the world?"