In the blink of an eye, it was late autumn, the weather was gradually getting colder, and all the pedestrians on the road had changed into thick autumn clothes to shield themselves from the cold wind from the inside6. As the sky darkens, a man in a black jacket is sitting on a curbstone, lighting a cigarette and smoking.

In front of him was a magnificent statue, purple and green, set off its slender and huge figure, it was the first machine. Looking carefully at the two penetrating holes in the head of the first machine, the cigarette butt was casually thrown out, and after a few circles, it fell into the trash can.

The man in the jacket stood up and tightened the jacket on his body, and the autumn wind blew through a few withered yellow leaves, and he still looked a little depressed.

"Wang Ling, you're here again. A girl's voice sounded behind him, Wang Ling hurriedly exhaled a few breaths to make the smoke in his mouth lighter, and then habitually scratched the back of his head and turned his head, "Bingning, why are you here." ”

"To this day, I don't know what happened that day, I just feel that my memory is so stiff. Bing Ning didn't answer Wang Ling, she looked up at the night sky, her eyes swollen and a little confused, "Where did the Soul Apostle go?"

Half a year ago, Bing Ning and Leng Rui, who had just returned to the base from Honduras, could not wait to catch their breath, and the apostle alarm was raised in the base. They quickly made peace with everyone and took Ciel to the place where the Prophet had detected the energy fluctuations, but by the time they arrived, there was no trace of the Apostle of Souls.

A pile of parts belonging to the first machine was scattered on the ground, and the footprints on the ground seemed to suggest that the big guy had come here on his own. But he's just an enlarged version of a figure, so why is he able to move it on his own?

The commissioner of the technical department tested it, and now there is no residual energy of the soul oracle on it, if you ignore Wang Ling, who fainted nearby, and Franklin, who was covered in injuries, and... The inexplicable puncture wound on the nose of the first fuselage may be another unsolved mystery in the world.

Even with the crazy hype of various self-media, this matter finally came to an end, and people guessed a lot of stories. Some people say that the statue actually hides the real soul of the first machine, and it is protecting the world for everyone, some people say that the builder deliberately made it himself, in order to make himself a hot search again, and some people say that in fact, the people of the underground have always existed, and they use this way to tell humans that they are going to appear.

Nothing that came of it would not last long, and the public's attention was soon drawn to the more energetic trainee concerts or nBa basketball games, and the strange thing was gradually forgotten.

Only in the soul hunting base, Wang Ling and Franklin have been lying in the Icu, and it took a whole month to wake up one after another.

Everyone knows that the Soul Apostle must not have disappeared for no reason, and among the three of them, something must have happened. But they didn't dare to ask questions, and they didn't dare to suspect.

Until the day Wang Ling woke up, Franklin made a public report, which did not have much nutritious content overall, just said that the Soul Apostle would never appear again.

Maybe... That guy is already dead at the hands of the chairman, everyone thinks.

Some people have asked Wang Ling, but they haven't been able to get any useful information from him. Because Wang Ling knew even less than everyone else, his memory stopped at getting the alarm and Franklin on his way to the scene.

Did he, Franklin, and the Apostle meet, and then he is stunned by the aftermath of their battle?

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Ling thought back to the picture of that day again and again, everything was so blurry, it felt like it had been formatted all over again.

However, he seems to have lost something particularly important, and whenever this happens, Wang Ling will always have a sour nose for no reason, even if he doesn't know what his body has experienced to have this kind of stress-like existence.

"Since you can't think of it, don't think about it again. Looking at Wang Ling's frowning brows, Bingning patted him on the shoulder, "Have you bought the ticket to go home?"

Wang Ling nodded, and only when he talked about this would he relax a little.

Thinking about it, he hadn't been in contact with his family for a while, and there was still a week to go until the eleventh holiday, Wang Ling specially asked Bingning for an extra three days of vacation, first, he wanted to stagger the crowd, and he also wanted to surprise his family.

He bought a few bottles of world-famous wine in the company, and asked the mustache to help him mail some tax-free cosmetics, in fact, when he went to check the balance, he was so startled that he immediately asked the prophet if he had shown a wrong zero, and there were a full 500,000 in his account.

And the answer given by the prophet is that the company has prepared excellent performance for high-performing employees, and now it looks like it is good enough.

A few days later, Wang Ling said goodbye to Bingning and Leng Rui and got on the high-speed train home, Franklin disappeared again, and everyone was used to it. Bingning needs to stay in the base, after all, the spirits don't care if you are working or not, small-scale battles are alive every day, and there must be enough people on duty in the base to stand guard.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Wang Ling couldn't help but sigh a little, thinking that he came to Shanghai alone two years ago, with the dream of flying Huang Tengda and doing a great job, but he didn't expect to become a ...... in the end Hunter?

He shrugged his shoulders unconsciously, and his silly fun made the girl next to him look at him strangely all the time.

After wandering for more than three hours, Wang Ling got off at a small high-speed railway station in a county-level city, less than 20 kilometers away from his home. Pulling the trolley suitcase, he walked to the taxi parking lot.

I still remember when I was in college, every time I came back, I wanted to tell my parents a month in advance, and then they would come to the high-speed rail station an hour early to wait for him.

I don't know why, Wang Ling subconsciously looked at the defense line at the exit of the station, a straight figure standing faintly in the bustling crowd although it was not so tall, and there was a woman with a long head next to him, who was also not tall.

Wang Ling was shocked, did they know that they were coming? He didn't hesitate to pull up the box and rush back to the exit of the station. Two cars had just stopped on the platform, and people were blocking his vision, and when he squeezed through the crowd and ran near the exit, there was no figure of the person he wanted to see.

Is it because I am dazzled, or I haven't been back for so long, but I am actually homesick?

After looking around again, there was indeed no of them, Wang Ling smiled self-deprecatingly, and silently dragged the box into a taxi.

"What's the matter, buddy, I'm frustrated when I go out. The driver watched Wang Ling silently leaning against the window and looking out, and felt that the atmosphere was a little dull for a while, so he laughed.

Wang Ling shook his head, he couldn't say this feeling, when he sat on the high-speed train, there was always a feeling of getting on the Snowpiercer train, as if the end point in front of him was not his hometown, but a stranger

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place.

He once played a game called "Silent Hill Homecoming", when he controlled aLex to get out of the truck, looking at the dusty sky, he felt that this was not the protagonist's home at all, and the whole world seemed to be strongly repulsing the protagonist and making him leave here.

Now Wang Ling feels like this, looking at the light rails that have been built on both sides of the road, the more and more high-rise buildings, and the road with a new look, he seems to be unable to integrate into it at all, just a bystander, watching all this.

"I said, brother, what do you do? The driver was very talkative, and when he saw that he didn't provoke a conversation, he asked again.

Wang Ling was a little hesitant, yes, what did he do. Do you want to tell him that I am a hero who protects the world, or do you want to work for a labor dispatch company?

"I... Well...... It's just an office worker. He whispered.

"Office workers? The driver slammed the steering wheel and turned his head to look at Wang Ling, "Young man, although I am just a poor driver, and I can't make much money by going out early and returning late every day, I always feel that this person is alive and does what he thinks is right, whether he likes it or not, it is meaningful." ”

For the first time, Wang Ling turned his eyes from the window to the driver's eldest brother, he was dressed very plainly, with a faint smell of tobacco on his body, and a very dark cocoon was left between his index and middle fingers because of the cigarette for a long time.

"You're right," Wang Ling pulled out a box of Marlboro and handed one to the driver.

"Yo, fellow travelers. The driver smiled, rolled down the window, and took the initiative to take out a lighter for Wang Ling to light it, "I'm a person, there are a lot of sports cars, everyone has seen it, if we talk about crepe a little, then I think you are standing at the crossroads of fate, and you may choose the wrong direction in the next step." ”

"What do you say?" Wang Ling was a little strange.

"Alas, I don't understand, anyway, no matter what kind of things happen, you have to stick to your heart. Again, stick to what you think is right. ”

Between words, the community has arrived.

Wang Ling moved down the trolley box, and before he could say goodbye, the driver kicked the accelerator and left, and from the side rearview mirror, Wang Ling vaguely saw that he was smiling and saying something.

"Do you stick to your heart?" Wang Ling muttered and smiled self-deprecatingly, "This big brother should be drunk driving." ”

The furnishings of the community have not changed much from the previous year, a rockery carved with the name of the community stands in a circular flower bed, and the people in the security booth have already dozed off before late at night.

"Has the one-person-one-card system been implemented?" Wang Ling stuck out his tongue and reached out and knocked on the glass of the security booth, "Hello, please help me open the door." ”

The security guard suddenly raised his head, rubbed his sleepy eyes, threw out a notebook and a pen, and argued, "Whose house are you going to in the middle of the night, visitor registration!"

"I ...... Go back to your own home. ”

When the security guard heard this, he raised his head and looked at Wang Ling's face, and raised his eyebrows, "I haven't seen you, how many floors are you going to?"

"Building 5, Unit 1, 5O1. ”

"Let's go inside. ”

The security guard waved his hand impatiently, "Remember to register your access card tomorrow." ”

Wang Ling dragged the trolley box hula hula into the depths of the community, and the security guard suddenly grabbed the messy head, "Unit 1... 5o1？”

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