There was only a wall, and the cold stern words had some numbness at this moment. He sat on the steps with his hands clenched and listened to the young man's final stroke from the little narration.
By his side, zero was blinded by his eyes. The hollow in his right eye socket made him look a little sad in the dark. He tightly hugged the pure white porcelain jar in his arms, his old face was a little moved, but it was not. Can speak.
In the nameless eyes, the agility in them is getting less and less, but he is still looking at Xu Lang, looking at the man who is destined to be lonely, and he has not yet left!
Xu Lang’s throat was very dry, shaking and shaking, and the blood-stained handkerchief swayed in his palm with the ** of his right hand, but he still had to read it, even if he became more and more tortured and more and more able Experience the desperate situation of that fifteen-year-old boy!
The loneliness of six days and seven nights is surrounded by irresistible coldness. There is only one child, a child who should be innocent and living in the sun!
But what he had to do was turn his back to darkness and loneliness, biting his fingers, and writing a little bit of blood!
It’s not just Xu Lang who suffers from fate, but everyone who lives in this world...
Its cruelty surpasses the newspaper office and all the evil spirits in the world. It fools the living and makes them go the way they should not go!
"Song Zhuoming..."
Xu Lang wanted to cry without tears. He thought he was already numb to it, but the more he watched it, the more he could realize how sad Song Zhuoming had been at that time, but the boy who had no hesitation, before dying, was still doing it for him. paving…
Song Zhuoming, this seemingly invisible and useless executor in "Daydream" has become everyone's hope.
His role is very big!
Because he found a way to return to the real world!
"A daydream is a nightmare that cannot be extricated from it. That evil spirit didn't kill me, it just made me enjoy endless loneliness.
I didn’t carry too much dry food and water, and I lost most of my strength by the third day...
Brother Xu, what you said is right. Many times, as a child, I can’t do too much. When everything comes to an end, I see a hope. It is Zhuo Yan and my mother. , Is the light after the darkness...
But at that time, the evil spirit appeared again and it was stopping me...
Brother Xu, I hope you will believe me, because my death will point out a direction for you to return. Only by returning to the deep apartment in the real world can you complete the task to the greatest extent!
Wake up from a specific place, from a dream, and the only way:
Just commit suicide at a specific location in the Shenshen apartment!
There are a total of 468 steps in the apartment on the eighteenth floor, but there is one more step here... Only the suicide of that step can completely leave this daydream!
I left a knife on the left passage, on a step leading to the second floor. The evil spirits will not interfere. That is a guide for you.
When I was desperately seeking suicide, the evil spirit exchanged information and gave me a choice..."
At this moment, Yan Yan gradually walked over from the corridor outside, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, standing by the wall and looking at Xu Lang.
And Xu Lang seemed to have not heard this long-demanded important information, but choked up, because everything on it was Song Zhuoming’s immature shoulders carrying everything before he could die, leaving him with the hope of living. .
And then, Song Zhuoming’s choice was really revealed...
"Forgetting everything now and subverting the past experience, that is a beautiful dream...
I did not lie to you before. I can really live with Zhuo Yan and mother in a dream that can never wake up. I will forget you and forget all the pain...
Brother Xu...I'm really tired.
I will perish forever in the day dreams of evil spirits. If this is fate, I am willing to...
Don't come to me, this is my choice! "
After all, if this is Song Zhuoming's ending, Xu Lang will bless him...
The handwritten book written in blood was treasured by Xu Lang forever. He will never forget all the things that shocking young man did for him, even if he was caught in reincarnation and washed his memory, he would never forget it!
"One-sided words, can you fight for life?"
When the world was quiet, Yan Yan sighed slightly before asking.
It was not that he did not believe Song Zhuoming's guidance before his death. Indeed, he also realized that Shen Shen's apartment had an extra step. At the same time, the method of waking from dreams was in line with everyone's method of death, and everything seemed to match.
But he still doesn't trust the evil spirits to refrain from tactics, because once a mistake is made, it will be an early death!
Xu Lang raised his head and looked at Yan Yan silently. His thoughts have been revealed, he believes, believes desperately!
"Evil spirits don't need to lie. In fact, we are still in reality in our dreams, and it doesn't prevent it from killing us. I think the credibility is 80%!" Zero who never spoke, also tremblingly supported the wall and walked away. come.
After Yan Yan's eyes hesitated for a moment, he didn't say any more, but turned and left.
He wants to verify whether Song Zhuoming left the knife in the left passage at this time, and whether there will be any abnormalities in that position!
Ling listened to the footsteps leaving from his side, shook his head and did not speak. There was darkness in front of him, and he had to choose to stay by Xu Lang's side.
But Xu Lang withdrew his gaze from Song Zhuoming's affairs at this time, and then looked towards Wuming.
Wuming has never been ignored by him. He really wants to say a few words to Wuming at this time, and he can say anything!
Looking at the extremely weak man in front of him, as if he would fall down as soon as the wind blows, the emotions that had settled slightly because of Song Zhuoming's end came to my heart again.
Nameless, saved his life several times!
He can respect Song Zhuoming's fateful destiny, but he absolutely can't accept that Wuming is taken away by death from his side, even if it is against the sky, he will do it!
He has never broken his fate in his life, this time he must save the nameless!
The special golden knife and sheath was placed on Wuming's chest, and at this time, Wuming's eyes looking at Xu Lang had become unfamiliar, as if the cold mask of the first acquaintance was put on again.
The nameless eyes looked at Xu Lang unkindly, silently, but the unprovoked hatred suddenly appeared!
He has almost lost all his memories now. He can't remember who Xu Lang is face to face, nor can he remember the knife in his arms.
But his past experience has inspired alertness.
Wuming forgot why he was injured, why he couldn't move, he only knew that the man he looked at at first glance was probably the murderer of all this!
Xu Lang's getting up made him react more strongly, and the body leaning on the wall began to tremble again, as if trying his best to ensure the strength of the first battle to resist Xu Lang!
Nameless, I don’t remember people, and I don’t remember evil spirits either!
Xu Lang saw this scene, especially the hatred and strangeness in Wuming’s eyes, his posture stiffened, and a deep sorrow revived. He stood there with pity in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do. He could not stop all of this coming. .
He didn't know what was wrong with Wuming, but the indifference made him understand a little...
Xu Lang didn't want to die alone like this at the last moment of the namelessness.
Wuming was completely unable to stand up. He had been struggling in the corner for a long time, but he always fell down, his lips trembled, as if to say something, but the voice was too subtle for Xu Lang to hear at all.
He had to look at zero...
Although Ling lost his eyesight, he seemed to feel something in the dark. He raised his eyebrows on the wall and sighed inwardly.
As he said to Wuming before, he admires Wuming very much, and he never thought that meeting again will be in this form. After feeling Xu Lang's gaze, he stretched out his hand in his arms with a little heart, and took out a mysterious The big black slap paper man...
"When Wuming was drawn into this dream, he was attacked..."
Xu Lang took the paper man who had cracked a gap from the top of his head to his abdomen, and he looked at it carefully, listening to Zero's narration, and did not dare to speak.
"Split, the evil spirit split his soul into two halves and took it away. I tried my best to save his life with a paper man, but it is not a long-term solution, especially when looking back in time last time, it seems that for the already fragile soul, One crash occurred.
The remaining unnamed soul was also pulled away unknowingly... Perhaps what is missing is just memory, and within a moment, he will completely become a masterless body..."
Every word in Xu Lang's ears made his heart bleed.
The attachment in his eyes became more and more crazier, and the palm of the paper man was getting harder and harder. The fragile paper had already appeared wrinkles. He looked at the nameless struggling with the desire to fight on the ground.
He said word by word: "I want him to live! Anything is fine, as long as he lives!"
Ling let out a long sigh of relief. It seems that he is used to seeing life and death, but once again facing such a situation, he still inevitably evokes some distant memories.
"Put the paper man on his chest. Maybe it can help him survive the next few hours. If he can return, things should turn for the better. But in the next mission time, he will be no different from the living dead..."
Xu Lang squatted down slowly while pinching the paper man, looking directly at Wuming's indifferent and distant eyes, trying to say something, but couldn't say anything.
He stretched out his palm a little bit, and when he touched Wuming's chest, Wuming began to struggle violently.
Those eyes full of resentment stared at Xu Lang, his only friend once, and now even the last touch of emotion has been deprived of evil spirits, and the nameless life is only cold!
Xu Lang had just touched the palm of his chest and suddenly retracted. He twisted his eyebrows, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but after hovering for a long time, he gritted his teeth and stuck the paper man to the unnamed chest.
The man who used to be as strong as a knife eventually fell down, lost his memory, lost his emotions, lost everything, and became a living dead!
This may not be the ending that Wuming wanted. This may be Xu Lang's paranoid and selfish thoughts, but when everything came here, everyone tried their best.
The deep corridors and endless darkness swallowed the last inch of humanity, and there was only a choked owe.
"Sorry, nameless..."
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PS: I really don't know how to describe Xu Lang's mood at this moment. Song Zhuoming and Wuming, apart from Yan Yan, Xu Lang's two most cherished friends are lost one by one.
These two characters are also one of my favorite characters, Song Zhuoming, the boy who is only fifteen years old.
He almost didn't show up in this mission, but he played a very important role. He used his life to guide Xu Lang on the way back, and he sank into his dream without hesitation, his home, the one he always wanted. Complete home.
There is also the nameless, I am most distressed about him, I do not want to let him, Xu Lang does not want to let him die.
Perhaps under Ningzhebuwan’s character, he would rather his death be pure and simple, but Xu Lang and I will continue his story once again. The nameless end does not end so simply, nor does his memory and life. the end! (End of this chapter)