Old Tang stuffed the cat back into the cage, returned to the sofa and picked up the syringe. According to the method of injecting insulin in his memory, he first used the syringe to draw out the red liquid in the ampoule in the iron box. After making all preparations, he aimed it

Click the button on your abdomen.

There is not much feeling, just a slight stinging sensation like being bitten by a mosquito. After picking up the syringe, the place where the needle pricked is a little itchy.

"Is this the end?" Old Tang sat on the sofa and stared down at the injection site in his abdomen.

According to the psychiatrist, as long as he takes injections on time, most of his difficult and complicated diseases can be solved. But why does he feel so unrealistic after taking this injection? They say it is a bitter medicine, and this injection will at least make him hurt.

Screaming is how effective the medicine is, right? (Actually, injection pain is mostly related to the thickness of the needle)

Suddenly, Old Tang touched his pockets as if he remembered something. After searching for a long time, he took out a USB flash drive from his butt pocket. He actually forgot about this thing. The psychiatrist said it was an instruction manual.

Coming.

He turned over and looked at the logo of the half-decayed tree on the USB flash drive. He still felt that he had seen this thing before, but he couldn't remember it for the time being. After thinking for a long time, he had no idea and could only insert the USB flash drive.

It's in the laptop.

Device access pops up in the lower right corner, click on the computer, and find the folder of the external USB flash drive. When I double-click to open it, Lao Tang's laptop is stuck for half a minute. After finally responding, I click on it and I don't see a simple one as I expected.

TXT notepad or word document, but a separate video file.

The file name of the video is a string of dates 2018.08.21.00.00.00. This probably means that this thing is a video file shot at 12 o'clock in the morning on August 21, 2018?

"Are you so dedicated? Make a video instruction at twelve o'clock in the evening." Old Tang muttered a few words and double-clicked to open the video file. As expected, the player got stuck again. It was obvious that this thing was ridiculously big. It was being filmed.

Instructions or making a movie?

While the player was not responding, Old Tang scratched his head and stood up, ready to pour himself a glass of water. He didn't know why, even though it was the beginning of winter, he felt a little hot tonight and his back started to swell.

He was sweating and his throat was very hot as if he had a cold. He still remembered that the doctor told him not to take medicine before meals, but he seemed to have forgotten this.

The cat in the cat cage was curled up in the corner of the room. The small bowl filled with milk was placed in the center without moving. Old Tang poured water and passed by the cat cage and took a look inside, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"How pitiful."

Someone said, but it was not Old Tang.

Old Tang, who was holding the water glass, suddenly turned around and looked at the notebook placed on the coffee table. The red light illuminated the entire room. It was the color of the picture in the video. It was so red that it made people scared and uneasy.

"What are you doing?" Old Tang looked at the kitten, then at the notebook, walked over and glanced at the screen.

It was at this glance that the water glass slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, causing a splash of water.

The cat in the cat cage was stimulated and made a threatening sound, looking at the back of the man shrouded in blood-red light in the messy room.

Ronald Tang didn't know how he walked to the sofa and sat down. When he saw the picture on the screen, his eyes only saw the two figures engulfed in red light.

In the video, there is a room filled with red. It should be a laboratory. From the shooting angle, you can see the operating table and various cold equipment, but these instruments are all covered with something brighter than red light.

color.

A figure stood with his back to the screen in front of a wall. In front of the figure, there was a bloody and magnificent 'painting' hanging on the wall.

It was a boy, hung with a cross on the wall, like the suffering Jesus, with blood-red alchemical nails piercing his hands, feet, and heart. His beautiful and delicate sleeping face was so peaceful, but it was contrary to that tranquility.

It was the bloody chest that had been cut open, and the bloody inner abdomen exposed in the air, which formed a strong contrast with the boy's beauty.

The moment Ronald Tang saw his face, he couldn't move his eyes away, because he found that he actually recognized this boy, his face, and his white clothes. Even a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

, the endless nightmare that had lasted three months came to him.

The boy in the "Brother" video opened his eyes, staring blankly at Ronald Tang in front of the screen as if he had penetrated illusion and reality.

When a dream truly becomes reality, how should the dreamer react?

Ronald Tang thought he would scream and panic, but in fact he had no reaction at all, because he felt like his whole body was burning up. Lying on the sofa, his consciousness and sight were constantly heating up, and he was

The scorching pupils on the screen ignited together.

"Welcome back, Constantine." The figure on the screen with his back to Ronald Tang said. He was not talking to him in front of the computer screen. The figure was talking to the boy who was hung as a bloody cross.

.

"Is it you?" Constantine said after waking up and seeing the person in front of him.

"Do you still recognize me?" He seemed a little surprised.

"You have changed your appearance, but you cannot change your bloodline, Mr. Elder." Constantine said, "You have found me."

"Yes, I found you. You and Norton have been burdened with the fate of abandoning the clan for thousands of years, but the clan will always find you when needed. This is a fate that you cannot escape." He said.

"Where is my brother?" Constantine looked around. The alchemy spikes fixing his neck and shoulders were burned by the molten fire burning from his body. He had begun to wake up, and no one could stop the awakening of his bloodline.

"Your brother is not here. Unfortunately, Constantine, it was not me who found you first, but humans." He whispered.

"Human beings cannot be trusted," Constantine said.

"Yes, humans can't be trusted. I guess this is what Norton taught you." He nodded.

"Have you seen my brother?" Constantine's expression was a little hollow.

"He is still in a deep sleep, a different kind of sleep. He woke up earlier than you and is still confused in the human world."

"Brother may be in danger." The molten fire spread faster and faster, and the entire laboratory was enveloped in high temperature. All metals began to melt into molten iron and flowed at the boy's feet, surrendering to the absolute majesty of the King of Bronze and Fire.

"No, you are the one in danger, Constantine. Look at yourself, what have you gained from sleeping and escaping for thousands of years?" He looked at Constantine's open chest and said softly, "This time you

There is no escape, Constantine, there are many people waiting for you, they want to kill you and dye the ceremonial flag red with your blood."

"I am not afraid of death" said Constantine.

"Because death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep." Ronald Tang read these words dully and numbly.

"It seems that he has indeed taught you a lot." He nodded slightly and said.

"I'm going to find my brother." Constantine took a step forward. He broke away from the shackles of the cross and stood in the molten fire as if bathed in the flame of rebirth. Red dragon scales grew out and cracked.

The chest began to heal itself, and the bones began to proliferate unnaturally. The wings on the back spread out, flying all the debris to the corner and squeezing it into a pile. The reinforced glass wall of the laboratory at the end was neatly cut in half by the wing tips.

He is ready.

"Constantine, there are many people outside." He looked at the boy who was burned in the fire and said, "You might die."

"If I die, can you please bring my remains to my brother?" Constantine turned to look at him and asked.

"And let him eat you?"

"This is my brother's biggest wish, but he has never been able to make up his mind."

He didn't answer, just looked at him silently.

"Thanks."

Constantine said that the cracks of the molten fire filled the glass chamber, and magma spewed out from all directions and filled the entire space. The roar of the dragon drowned everything as the flames exploded, and he rose into the sky.

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"Brother, there are many people outside."

"We are going to die, Constantine, but don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid. I'm with my brother. I'm not afraid, but why don't you eat me? If you eat me, you can break through any kind of prison."

"You are good food, but that would be too lonely. For thousands of years, you and I are the only ones together."

"But death is really sad. It will be forever and ever, pitch black, like groping in the dark night, but the hands in the depths can never touch anything."

"The so-called fate of abandoning one's family is to cross the wilderness, raise the war flag again, and return to the hometown. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can devour this world, instead of trekking alone, it is better to sleep peacefully. We will still wake up.

Come."

"If my brother raises the battle flag one day and can devour the world, will you eat me?"

"I will, and then you will rule the world with me."

Memories of the past began to surge in his ears, and every word was like a bell ringing, so deafening that it made his eyes split.

—

"How could he love you so much and eat you?" He looked back at Ronald Tang outside the screen, "If you want him to make up his mind, you have to take the most important step.

, Constantine.”

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"No! No! No!" Ronald Tang suddenly roared like crazy. He pulled his hair desperately and roared at the screen at the top of his lungs.

He guessed what would happen next. It was a tragedy that had already happened, that night three months ago, when the nightmare first caught up with him.

No, what has been bothering him is not a nightmare, it is his memory.

He remembered everything, no matter whether he was sleeping or waking up for two thousand years, the boy had been looking for him, just to fulfill the promise he had made. He said he would eat him and then rule the whole world together.

So the boy no longer feared death, he died generously, rushed to the surface with flames and molten iron, and stood in front of everyone.

"I lied to you, Constantine. I love you so much, how could I be willing to eat you?"

He roared madly because he realized that he was indeed a guy that no one liked. Maybe there had been a time when the person who had spent thousands of years with him had left, and now he was really the only one in the world.

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To be continued...