["Which of the two has been copied and who has disappeared? Who smiles with two smiles? Whose voice speaks for both voices? Who nods in agreement for both heads? Whose gesture raises the teaspoon to his lips? Who peels

Another person's skin? Who is still alive, who has passed away, entangled in whose palm prints?"]

[——"Selected Poems of Szymborska"]-

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[Today is the 32nd year since the disaster, the first time we met.]

[He has an approachable temperament. I seem to understand who the person I have been waiting for is. I invited him to walk with me. He is not afraid of me. This is a perfect start. I believe we will become many friends.

Good friends until the end of my life.]

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"Da da da."

Su Mingan stepped back step by step, his field of vision spinning and falling in resonance, and countless emotions collided in his mind.

Heavy rain, red blood, blue blood, broken experimental fluid, sludge, dust, splashing broken ginkgo leaves... He could only see these things.

When the heel of the shoe was empty, he immediately grasped the raised glass piece next to him to prevent him from falling, and blood flowed down the palm of his hand.

He couldn't hear the voices of Captain Mu and Xiaomei, and only the dim sound of Linguang was left in his ears. The impact of this emotional resonance far exceeded his ability to resist.

....Because he has almost no resemblance to Lin Guang. His emotional resonance with Akto is completely different.

Wherever he looked, Lin Guang stood in the hall, his head slightly lowered. Even his expression had lost its sense of reality, and the shadows obscured the only facial features, like a static stone sculpture.

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[That night, I saw him through the window of the City of Gods. He was collecting paints in Qiu Li’s room. What’s so good about those gouache? 】

【He must be very cold.】

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【I want to find him.】

Scarlet, tangled hoses twisted crazily behind Lin Guang, like waves of wheat under the autumn wind. His fingers seemed to be held by the evening wind, bending subconsciously, but unable to hold anything.

He looked at Su Ming'an who was standing at the edge of the window. Su Ming'an was covered in blood. Su Ming'an had hazy eyes.

Su Ming'an was just one step away from falling. Su Ming'an looked in pain.

Lin Guang felt a subtle sense of joy in his heart.

Like an innocent child, he felt the joy of revenge, but also felt the unspeakable sourness and pain. He was obviously very happy, but also very sad. He seemed to have felt this feeling many times.

When he shot himself or pinched his neck, he felt this mixture of happiness and pain.

Because I have never felt many emotions, and I don’t know their definitions, I can’t tell what they are.

What distinguishes humans from animals is not their natural attributes, but their social attributes. Social attributes arise from the interactions between people, such as communication, walking, and cooperation. Only by constantly summarizing the experience of these things can humans become better and better.

Becoming more and more like a “human”.

But he didn't. He didn't look like that at all.

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【I crawl towards him.】

【He actually smiled.】

【Is it funny to see me dying on the ground? 】

[I took a walk with him at night last night, and he was obviously very happy. If he likes the scenery before the catastrophe of the century, he doesn’t need Qiu Li to draw it. I can show him any number. I already understand that I want to find a black-haired man so much.

The person with gray eyes turned out to be just to meet him.】

[I wanted to tell him that I wanted to be friends with him. But his gun was pointed at me.]

【Why?】

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【......】

[Just because I have the "camp boss" mark in his field of vision?] [So I can't have good intentions towards him?]

【So he must reject me? 】

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【I see.】

[God told me - just order the beacon gathering place and let them hand him over directly. It turns out that this is the correct way to make friends. 】

Lin Guang walked towards Su Mingan.

"Lin Guang, does it have to be like this?"

Su Ming'an's voice was very soft and slow, and could even be called kind. During the years of the War of Dawn, when he was spreading the Lighthouse Religion, Su Ming'an had this soft story-telling tone, which was extremely confusing.

"You are Akto's most trusted person, you have the highest administrator authority, and you are the only one who can compete with the gods. If you attack me again, there will be no hope for the ruined world." Su Mingan said softly: "

You are his best companion, don't let him down."

Lin Guang stopped.

They looked at each other about ten steps apart, and Lin Guang suddenly said:

"...Then why didn't you say this earlier?"

Su Ming'an said "huh?" very softly, as if he was comforting a restless pet. "Why didn't you say this earlier?" Lin Guang said.

His voice became hoarse, as if a heavy weight had settled in his pupils.

"If you could treat me with such a gentle tone earlier. If you could obey me a little, give me a little warmth, smile at me like you treat your companions, and promise to be friends with me." Lin Guang said lowly.

The voice said: "Is this what we will become?"

Su Ming'an's eyes trembled, and after a moment, he whispered: "Yes."

Because that's who you are.

If you lack emotions, have no basic three views and bottom line, and are slightly bewitched by gods, you will do the most terrifying things. There is a god in your ear, how can you be friends with me.

No matter how I treat you, we will develop to this point. This is God's plan, leaving no gaps.

"No." Lin Guang denied persistently: "There must be a possibility for us to become good friends." "In the 32 years since the disaster, if I wanted your city of gods, would you agree?" Su Mingan said suddenly. "

..." Lin Guang's expression trembled violently, and after a moment, he said tremblingly: "No."

"In the 49th year of the Catastrophe, if I asked you to stop nuclear explosions, would you agree?" Su Mingan asked again. Lin Guang clenched his fists: "...No."

"In the 63rd year of the Catastrophe, if I ask you to tell me all the secrets you have hidden, will you agree?" Su Mingan asked the third question.

Lin Guang lowered his head: "No."

"Then..." Su Ming'an asked the fourth question softly: "In the 71st year of the catastrophe, I want you to retreat now and not to collude with the gods. Will you agree?"

A long silence.

None of Lin Guang can give a positive answer to the four questions. And these four questions are all goals that Su Ming'an must achieve.

How can they possibly agree on the same position? There is an inevitable contradiction fundamentally. How can they be friends?

"Every time I begged you to come with me and get out of the fiery pit of Doomsday City, you refused. In the end, as I expected, you were betrayed by humans again and again." After a moment, Lin Guang said:

"But when they ask you to stay and take care of them, you always stay without hesitation and don't come with me. It's like I am a pit of fire here."

"You don't give me any tenderness. You only start to persuade me when you need me. I am like a tool to you."

When Lin Guang said this, he suddenly stretched out his hand. Su Ming'an was about to retreat, but found that Lin Guang was only reaching towards him.

Like crazy, Lin Guang took off his Hanfu, revealing his shoulders, forearms, abdomen...the bleeding bandages, and the purple pinch marks on his neck. The bright red blood flowed with his movements.

It seeped out, staining the bandage like a white rose stained with blood.

Su Mingan watched this scene with vigilance, and then he realized that Lin Guang was seriously injured, with wounds all over his body.

Who can hurt Lin Guang?

"I seem to have told you more than once, don't treat me as an NPC." Lin Guang tugged on the blood-stained bandage and whispered: "But your attitude has been like this from the beginning to the end. Treat me like a bird that can be treated at any time.

Crazy beast - you never considered that I might not have bad intentions for you."

"Of course I have considered it." Su Mingan said softly: "You personally crushed my considerations."

"The gods told me that this is the right thing to do. I don't know how to hurt you," Lin Guang said.

"A beast driven by humans." Su Mingan said, "Isn't it a beast?" He folded his fingers together, and the glass wound on his palm was still bleeding.

"You sewed up the wounds you caused." Su Mingan raised his tone again: "Does it mean that no harm was ever caused?"

There were cracks in Lin Guang's expression.

He seemed to realize something and looked at Su Ming'an with a dull look, as if begging Su Ming'an not to continue talking.

Don't...continue. Please.
To be continued...