In the silent carriage, two men who had been silent for a long time sat in the back seat.
Xu Lang was smoking a stuffy cigarette, opened the window, and looked at the scene of fast backwards. The trance came to his mind again. He no longer had a headache, and he no longer struggled with whether he had lost those memories.
He has too many secrets, even some were imposed on him by others. Now he just wants to enjoy the coldness in the rain, so that his thin clothes can bring him a touch of temperature and let him know that he is still alive.
But Yan Yan didn't think so. He refused to believe that what he had seen before was an illusion. He really felt the strangeness.
The strange Xu Lang...
The figure struggling in the rain is not Xu Lang who accompanied him all the way!
The rain was very cold, but Xu Lang that appeared in those 0.01 seconds was colder than rain, and it made people chill, and even the indifferent eyes when Xu Lang pushed him down made him feel a little bit of pain.
Xu Lang threw the cigarette butt out of the window, pursed his mouth and said, "My life experience seems to be wrong again. I seem to have forgotten everything but nothing..." After saying this, he turned his head to look. Xiang Yanyan.
"I know you, I know everyone who died, including those who are still in the newspaper and the living dead are undoubtedly nameless!"
Yan Yan didn't speak, but looked at Xu Lang quietly like this, his eyes were very clear, and there was no impurity at this moment.
After a long time, he just breathed out softly, "I just don't want to lose your friend before I die..."
Xu Lang was stunned. For the first time he saw this stern and arrogant man and said similar words that he would die. He habitually believed that the character of Yan Yan was harder than gold and silver, but he never thought deeply about it. Over.
Strictly speaking, it is also human.
Yan Yan's chest rose and fell a little, but his calm was restored in a short while, and his eyes were still flat.
"I don't need a grave, no traces of life, not because I am confident that I will survive in the final game, but I believe in you!"
Yan Yan stretched out his finger and clicked on Xu Lang's chest. At the location of the heart, he said word by word: "Life and death in the real world is not important, do you understand?"
Xu Lang was silent, he hung his head, Yan Yan originally meant this...
Perhaps in Yan Yan's view, Xu Lang's construction of a tomb for himself was unnecessary, because he was not sure whether he would survive, but he believed Xu Lang would survive.
He only needs to live in the memory of his friends. This is the reason why he strictly refuses to build his own tomb.
Yan Yan stretched the wrinkled corners of his clothes, and the gaze in his eyes once again returned to dazzling. He is still the stern word who scorns the crowd, and is the pinnacle of mankind. He is arrogant and arrogant, confident that he will be the one who defeats the newspaper!
"Of course, who is the winner will not be seen until six days later!"
Xu Lang returned from that trance, and looked at the sight outside the window of a fast-moving taxi. He was familiar with this road, returning to the newspaper office.
"Why are we anxious to go back?"
Yan Yan glanced at Xu Lang, somewhat distressed, "You have fainted, is it possible to send you to the hospital?"
"That's not the case. I just want to find it hard to come back once. I'll go back like this before I'm ready."
"Someday, Zero is waiting for us in the newspaper office. It looks like he has something to say."
The driving on the road, the blowing of the wind made Xu Lang and Yan Yan's mood gradually lighter, Xu Lang no longer pursued the illusory feeling, he had lost enough, and he didn't care what was taken away.
Losing nothing to lose is a kind of sorrow, but it can also make people open-minded.
When the taxi stopped at the door of the familiar newspaper office, Xu Lang saw through the car window an old man dressed in gloomy and simple clothes, sitting on the sofa with a cane, waiting silently.
The door was pushed open from the outside, Ling turned his head, pointed his ears at the door, and listened to two different footsteps, and said quietly: "At this time, are you two going out?"
Yan Yan put away the umbrella, parked it in the corner, and dusted the raindrops on his body. Some of them were still thrown on his wrinkled face, making him very unhappy.
Xu Lang said as he walked: "Choose a cemetery for the dead, and you have a part. You can go to the Tiantanghe Cemetery to have a look..." After saying this, he noticed that Zero was wearing a pair of sunglasses at this time.
He looked at it from a distance before and thought it was a crutches that Zero was leaning on. Now when he looked closer, it turned out to be a blind cane. He frowned, and then realized that it seemed that the side effects of sin could not be eradicated either.
Zero, now just a blind old man with a dying year.
Zero's fingertips tapped the blind cane and snorted coldly. He didn't get too tangled at this point, but asked: "Well-named? Why don't you come out to meet, don't you have enough sleep?"
Xu Lang's expression became cold, he squinted his eyes, and said towards Zero: "Anonymous can't wake up, and the newspaper couldn't claim his soul back!"
Zero's hand moved for a while, and then the folds on his eyebrows were squeezed together, and he snorted, "It seems that the final game is bound to die..."
Then he grinned again and said with a light smile: "Anyway, you won't live long by then."
"Oh? Hearing what this means, we will die, can you live?" Yan Yan took a handkerchief, wiped his body, and walked in front of Zero, looking at the ravine old face, his words were a little sneer. .
It seemed that Zero was not angry about it, nor did he refute it.
And this look more confident than Yan Yan fell in Xu Lang's eyes, and he couldn't help but wonder why no one in the past has ever gotten a criminal thing, but only zero can...
Why is he called Zero!
It can be said that among the newspapers, apart from Xu Lang, another executor with a special identity is Zero.
If Xu Lang himself has some inexplicable connections with the newspaper, then how did Zero achieve this...
"Okay, you take the initiative to find it, not just to say these meaningless words, let's talk about business." Xu Lang interrupted the conversation between the two, and stopped paying attention to the zero identity issue, bringing the topic to reality.
Zero raised his dry hand and grasped the blind cane tightly. He tapped a few times towards the floor under his feet, and then solemnly said: "Regardless of the position of the three of you and me, we all have a purpose, to survive by all means!"
Xu Lang listened to him, then sat on the sofa and took out the cigarette case from his arms. Yan Yan on the other side also sat down, playing with the lighter Xu Lang gave him.
"In fact, a long time ago, I regarded Yan Yan as a partner in the final game. I know that someone like him will definitely come to the end!"
Yan Yan didn't comment on hearing this, and ignored him.
And Zero is not like a blind man. Instead, he turned his head and looked to the other side very cleverly and accurately. "After the death mission, I also made sure that Xu Lang had nothing to do with the newspaper, so from that time on, I knew that In the final game, the three of us will spend it together, and it will be the most luxurious and hopeful lineup in generations!"
"It's all right!" Yan Yan couldn't listen anymore. He seemed to be listening to a speech, but Zero became the leader of the team instead, doing pre-war encouragement here.
"Don't talk about these useless nonsense, you are here to tell a few times about the experience of the final mission, go straight to the subject."
Xu Lang didn't care about the stern attitude, but a certain sentence of Zero made his mind move. He said that he was sure that "Xu Lang has nothing to do with the newspaper". Although he didn't know how zero was determined, he must explain it in the opposite direction. , Zero is related to newspapers!
Zero was a bit deflated, but there was nothing to do with the harsh words, so she continued: "I have experienced three final missions. Generally speaking, each generation will have a major cleaning, and there are only a handful of people who can survive to the final round, so in the end The difficulty of the game is very high, and there is almost no solution above no solution."
"Even the previous generation of executors, the purge is not over, all groups will be wiped out. For the survivors, for me, that is not the task of the final round, but it became the final round. It is conceivable how difficult it will be High!" And immediately after he said here, the conversation changed.
"But although the difficulty of the previous final task is extremely high, it is still not facing the newspaper itself. You can imagine what you will face next!"
Xu Lang smoked a cigarette and did not speak, but sternly said: "What you mean by this seems to mean that your previous experience in the final mission cannot be used as a reference for six days later
"Yes!" Zero nodded heavily.
Yan Yan stopped talking, but his eyes became colder and colder. He clenched his fists and became displeased. "Then what are you going to say here?"
Zero seems to like to sell Guanzi very much. He said a series of nonsense before it seems useless, but he seems to be able to feel that he is building momentum for the next thing to say.
"What I want to say is that I received a reminder that the final game is related to'fate'!"
"What fate?"
"Fate!"
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