Su Mingan followed Team Mu's instructions and came to the edge of the inner city, where there was a church.

[Team Mu (21:45): It seems to have been blown up. It doesn’t matter, the emotional resonance device inside should still be usable]

The church has been destroyed in the war, with red tiles and rubble piled up on the ground. It was a building before the cataclysm of the century. It stood for a long time in the Doomsday City, but was eventually destroyed in the civil strife.

Su Mingan stretched out his hand, the ring of time shone brightly, and pointed his finger at the church.

Suddenly, the bricks and stones flew up from the ground, and the green dome was automatically spliced ​​together, revealing the prototype of the church. In less than ten seconds, it had returned to its original majestic appearance.

The Muscovite team chose a good location. The church was surrounded by tall buildings, and few people noticed anything going on here.

When Su Mingan opened the door, he saw the bodies of many soldiers on the ground.

[Team Mu (21:45): There are several dungeons near here. There should be a dispute between the prisoners and the escort team.]

Su Mingan passed by the corpses. There was a small back room at the end of the church's red carpet. It was said that there was a resonance device inside.

I opened the door with a "squeak" and saw a machine connected by red and blue circuits. There was a simple chair next to it. It looked like a room for confession or atonement. There was an old man sitting on the chair, half leaning on it.

On the chair, his head was drooped, his face was paler than the paper, like a dead corpse.

Several link wires were attached around the old man's head, and the machine made a slight roar. The old man was using this emotional resonance device.

Emotional resonance devices are not a good thing - most people have no need to experience anyone's life. For people, this thing is more of a torture tool to destroy willpower and punish prisoners.

Su Ming'an quickly pulled apart the connecting lines, and the old man lost the resonance, and his body suddenly fell forward. "...Why are you here?" Su Ming'an held the old man's shoulders.

He didn't expect that there would be someone here at all. He even suspected that Team Mu deliberately led him to see this person.

The old man's eyelids moved slightly, his pupils became scarlet and turbid due to the torture of resonance, and his hair was gray, as if covered with a heavy layer of snow.

He stared at Su Mingan's face for a long time:

"Am I... dreaming? Although you look different, I have a feeling... You are Lord Luvis. You have come to see me, right?"

Su Mingan frowned: "Yes. Can you still walk on your own?"

The old man held on to the armrests of the chair and tried to stand up, but failed because he was too weak.

Even though the old man's face was haggard and as thin as skin and bones, Su Mingan still recognized it - the old man was Sen Kelstia.

Sen was the original leader of Fenghuo and the target of their rescue this time. Just an hour ago, when Su Mingan sneaked into the building, he heard Sen telling the escort Rongyuan that he wanted to betray Lord Luvis.

Sen's words, "If I provide you with the situation of Lord Luvis, will you be able to set me free?" Su Ming'an still remembers clearly now.

As for why Sen appeared here, it may be that the escort team was intercepted midway, causing someone to torture Sen. Sen is one of the key figures in the main mission "Resurrection of All Things", and he cannot be allowed to die here.

Su Mingan released the wheelchair: "Come up."

"No, no...how can I use your things..." Sen waved his hands repeatedly.

"Come up." Su Ming'an grabbed Sen's hand, pushed Sen into the wheelchair, and pushed the wheelchair out of the room.

The wheelchair had no energy and was just like an ordinary wheelchair. The church floor was covered with sticky blood and corpses. Sen leaned on the creaking wheelchair, panting violently.

Cold sweat kept sliding down the old man's forehead, his pupils were suddenly big and small, and his fingers were trembling unconsciously.

"How long have you been using the resonance device?" Su Mingan said. "Ten... thirteen minutes." Sen replied.

"Why use it?" Su Mingan frowned. Noah died after holding on for fifteen minutes. Sen was a lot older, thirteen minutes...

Sen just gasped.

Su Mingan was pushing a wheelchair, surrounded by the corpses of soldiers. The church was originally destroyed by artillery fire, but it was the Ring of Time that restored it to its original state. Most of these soldiers were crushed to death by the masonry. Only

Sen hiding in the back room is still alive.

Don't know what's going on here.

Due to the cold weather, Sen's eyes were covered with mist. He looked at these corpses with eyes that looked like he was about to cry, but his expression remained extremely calm, forming a contrasting silence.

Su Ming'an pushed the wheelchair, bumping along the way, and Sen suddenly whispered: "...I'm sorry." "What?" Su Ming'an didn't hear him clearly.

"Lord, I'm sorry..." Sen said. Su Ming'an's expression did not change, and his eyes did not even tremble. "It's okay, I'm used to it." Su Ming'an said.

It was just betrayal. He heard it with his own ears, but he was not angry.

He has learned to value what should be valued and ignore what should be ignored. If he is betrayed, it is normal; if he is hostile, it is normal; if he is loved, he accepts it as an extra gift. He has not learned to ask for extravagant things. , you won’t suffer too much pain. If you don’t cherish a treasure, you won’t be too sad when you lose it.

He looked straight ahead. The pattern on the church door was extremely gorgeous. It seemed to be painting some ancient myths, containing the wishes of people before the catastrophe of the century. The old man in the wheelchair kept coughing, and his gray hair couldn't help shaking. .

"...I'm sorry, lord." Kesen's next words made Su Ming'an's expression change.

"Obviously he wanted to tell you wrong information so that they could not find you, but he was discovered by the Uighur Army and tortured to this point..."

Sen choked up and said:

"Obviously, we had arranged an escape plan and wanted to help liberate the people in other dungeons, but in the end due to incomplete information, we were blocked in the church. We watched the church collapse and everyone died..."

"I obviously wanted to actively connect to the emotional resonance device, at least leave some information before being crushed to death, but I found that I couldn't break away from the resonance at all, and I had to be rescued by you..."

"I don't have your wisdom, I'm just an old man with a weak body... The only thing I have is a heart that wants to share your worries, but even this is not worth mentioning..."

"Lord, I am old." Muddy tears slid down the old man's cheeks.

"I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have any aura of deification, nor am I as smart as you..."

"I'm really tired. I don't have the strength to rush to you without hesitation. Even though I always want to help you, it always makes me self-defeating. After all, I am not favored by the world..."

"..." The light in Su Mingan's eyes trembled.

——None of these people who betrayed him actually betrayed him?

Whether it is Tredia, Yao Wen, or Sen, as long as there is a traitor among them... what kind of human beings has been cultivated in the ruined world?

Su Mingan quickly left the church, and the heavy rain instantly hit the two of them. In the dark streets, black blood mixed with gasoline flowed into the sewers. Thunder suddenly appeared, white flashes piercing people's eyes.

At this time, a message from the Muslim team popped up, saying that the nearest soldier was stationed one kilometer away, but there was no medical equipment there, and the emotional resonance was irreversible.

Su Mingan stopped. There was no point in treating him. They stood under the same roof.

He lowered his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair. His gray hair had accumulated heavy rainwater and looked like crystal diamonds under the dim yellow street light. The old man, with his head full of diamonds, slowly, slowly turned his head.

Those eyes were like flames, and the flames in them seemed to burn endlessly.

At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly wanted to get angry. He wanted to question this copy of the world. What did it ask him to save? Is it air?

——Why did he come to this ruined world?

——Is it just to let him come to witness the death of others? ——Is it just to let him experience loss again and again?

"Lord, don't even think about saving me. I'm not as valuable as Xi\Noah. I'm just an old man who has nothing to do with the overall situation. This way of death was also intentional on my part. I don't want to... be a leader after the war. The old bones are lying on the bed rotting." Sen said:

"I didn't want to live anymore, I just wanted to die with those church children." Su Mingan took a breath of cold air.

"Lord... I have seen many dead soldiers. Before they died, they always held my hand and asked for help. Even if it lasts a minute or a second, please give them time to talk to me.

My family said goodbye, even though they knew in their hearts that I couldn't do it." Sen said:

"People are always like this, only after they lose it do they learn to cherish... Fortunately, I am lucky. I did not die in a secret room with blood all over my body, and I could not breathe fresh air until I died."

"I helped you try the emotional resonance device. If you use it, you can skip the most painful resonance period at the beginning."

Su Mingan still didn't speak. Ten seconds later, he spoke: "Sen, do you still remember Yaowen?"

The heavy rain scraped diagonally on his face, like touching his skin.

"I remember he was a very good kid. I was in my thirties when he led away the mechanical army," Sen said.

"He is also a hero, although no one knows it." Su Mingan said: "After Seng Yaowen passed away, I discovered that there are so many like him in the ruined world, hundreds of Yaowen."

"For more than 40 years, no one in this world has fought alone." Sen said: "You can believe in our souls as much as you want."

The dim yellow light and shadow flickered on the old man's face, as if carefully stroking his wrinkles of different shades. After a moment, blood appeared on the edge of Sen's mouth.

The same symptoms as Noah before he died.

Emotional resonance is like a fatal poison that is irreversible. If you can't survive it, you just can't survive it.

"Let's turn around and go to the church." Sen said, "At least let me go back among the dead children."

Su Mingan looked at the distant buildings in silence for a few seconds.

In the darkness, the lights were not visible, and the broken walls looked like a long black dragon lying down. After a moment, he turned around and pushed towards the church. His hands pushing the wheelchair were very hard, and the joints were glowing with a layer of bluish white.

"Dead people represent liberation, but they are the most cruel to the living. Those who are alive just bear a huge responsibility and cannot die." The old man's voice was very gentle in the rain:

"This idea has been running around in my mind since Xia Sheng committed suicide, and I can't get rid of it."

"I just feel like... I missed my chance to die on the battlefield."

"Lord, I hope you don't blame humans. Some of them were really selfish back then and wanted to hand you over, but they only cared about their families. In fact, there will always be people who are willing to go through fire and water for you and face all the pressure in silence.

."

“Don’t speak, don’t preach, don’t show off, don’t fuck.”

"I know." Su Mingan thought of Tredia and her last look: "I know."

Suddenly he heard the old man's laughter.

Hoarse and bloody, it was not clear in the rain. The corners of the old man's eyes were slightly raised, and the wear marks of the years on his face showed enough marks.

"Actually, sometimes, you are like a small child, unable to tell that you have experienced so many years... It is a bit offensive to say this. But in the end, I still want to tell the truth."
To be continued...