Or is it never-ending darkness, never-ending suffering, very cold and cold, like a deep ice cave, frozen, then thrown away, gradually decaying, gradually losing consciousness, losing the ...... as a human being All......

The boy opened his eyes, and what stinged his eyes was the snow-white ceiling, no, it should be said that only half of the ceiling was left, his chest was burning with pain, his body was covered with bandages, and there were the cries of women and children in his ears, and the unstoppable moaning.

The city was no longer the same as before, the muddy roads and the endless ruins seemed to tell something, not far from the boy was a small relief station that had been built, surrounded by people who were covered in pain, constantly reaching out to grasp something, despair and cold surrounding people.

Despite the open space, the few tents were not enough to provide shelter for the refugees, and some had to huddle in the small holes in the rubble for the slightest psychological comfort......

Once the largest city in North China, it's hard to imagine a place where the refugees can't see, surrounded by layers of blockades of armed soldiers.

"No, you can't ...... like that" A young officer rushed out, but he was quickly restrained and shot, he glared at the commander, and some of his immature faces were full of anger, "Why do you want to do this? They don't know anything......"

The commander ignored the young soldier, he just looked at the endless ruins in the distance, suddenly grabbed his pistol and pointed his finger at the young soldier's eyebrows.

Bang!

A small bloody hole appeared in the center of the young soldier's eyebrows......

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The boy felt that his head hurt, as if something was tearing hard, and with it was a memory......

The defenseless girl soaked in the green liquid of the huge transparent barrel, the long black hair, the needles and instruments pierced in her body, the closed eyes, the face distorted by pain......

Those black eyes, confused and simple, who is she? Why can't I remember it clearly?

The watchman under the night sky, the shattered North China amusement park, the man with long black hair shrouded in the night, has not forgotten the endless fire, and the pain of being burned by the fire......

Yes!

The boy held his head in his left hand, and his right hand was bent into a bow, digging tightly into the dirt, and let out a roar of pain......

Why? Why? Memories have become so blurry?

What exactly have I been holding onto? The boy gasped, his eyes blood-red......

"Memory is like data stored in a hard drive, as long as there is a suitable interface and operating program, it can be arbitrarily deleted and recreated!" On the hill in the distance, a man straightened his long flowing hair, took out a lighter, and lit the thick cigar in his mouth, and the smoke rose, stirring up a small whirlpool, "But...... No matter how clever the deletion and re-creation is, there will eventually be the possibility of restoration, just like the opposition of light sources, everything in the world is actually a circle, so ...... Destroying that hard drive is the best option......"

"That's the price!"

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, and it was the man's somewhat arrogant back that disappeared into the distance......

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It's been three days.

The scarce relief supplies could not meet the needs of so many refugees, the young man walked alone on the road, his vision was so blurred, his feet were weakly supporting his somewhat thin body, there was no food, he could only chew tree bark, eat grass roots, his lips were also full of cracks because of thirst, his eyes suddenly darkened, he fell heavily to the ground, and dimly saw many feet, men, women, children, old people......

There was a roar in the distant sky, and what I could see vaguely was a dense network of black dots, and as I got closer, I saw countless huge machines.

When they saw the machine, the refugees let out a cheer, and the cheers contained hope for the future.

The boy's eyes shrank suddenly.

That's the B-2 strategic bomber!

The boy opened his mouth, he wanted to remind those who were still crying with joy, but he couldn't make any sound when he opened his mouth, the world seemed to turn black and white in his eyes, and the flow of the world seemed to become extremely slow, watching, watching, watching the bombers fly slowly by, and drop the bombs that might represent their death, and the cheers in his ears turned into exclamations......

Are you going to die? If you die here now, there must be less pain than when you were alive, right? But what's the point of thinking about these things? It's all about you, isn't it? But!

The boy gripped the ground hard, his body slowly squirmed with the support of the force, why, was he so unwilling in his heart? Do you still have that nostalgia for the world that you may not be able to explain? Nostalgia that you have forgotten?

It seems that he smelled a fragrance again, a faint but elegant fragrance like a water lily, a somewhat familiar but so unfamiliar breath, a vague clip flashed in his mind, it was a photo, a couple of men and women in the photo, smiling very sunny, his shadow could be seen vaguely on the bodies of men and women, that was his parents, who died in a plane crash when he was very young, at that time he didn't know the meaning of death, and in the years that followed, he knew, Death is the gentle advice that can no longer be heard, the delicious meal that can no longer be tasted, the hand that can no longer be held, and the ...... that cannot be experienced Temperature......

It is also a loneliness that can only walk on your own from now on......

And now, are you going to die? Hehe, it's ridiculous! The boy curled up and hugged his head, damn it! It's starting to hurt again, it's so painful, but sometimes it's a kind of happiness to be able to experience pain! At least, that says for itself...... Still alive......

Before his gaze was engulfed in darkness, a delicate but indifferent face flashed......

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At 20:32 on April 21, 2023, the International Federation publicly issued a statement that the people of North China, who suffered the largest earthquake in the history of the world on April 18, were all killed in the second aftershock in the early morning of April 21......

I really want to be drowned, countless people are kept in the dark, and the future will call this day "Change Day", and the cannon that buries the truth will be called ...... Notes of change......

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