Everyone here feels that everyone else is a parasite, and that they are the hope of humanity. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Of course, the so-called "human hope" is not necessarily limited to saving the planet, it is enough for them to do what they think is right, and to force others to agree, surrender and worship. If you can get most people to agree with you, then you are right.

Everyone who has the slightest conceit will probably consider himself a natural chosen one who is different, and more unique than others who think they are extraordinary. Me too.

But when such a group of people gather in one place at the same time, it is a disaster, because everyone wants to step on the heads of others and prove that they are stronger. Thankfully I don't.

The first time I opened my eyes in the gap, I was flattered that I had been chosen, and about an hour later, when I found out that the people around me were actually quite uneven, the honor was gone. So I changed from Ning Ning to Ning 08, and continued to be a person who never seemed to have experienced puberty, and as if adolescence would never end.

I have no interest in being "human hope" per se, nor am I enthusiastic about how to define "human hope", so I never get involved in related topics, and I don't want to see the expressions of others immersed in the illusion of being the protagonist. Since I was indifferent to all this, why did I join the Detection Group, a politically correct, positive, and righteous organization? There are a lot of reasons, I've forgotten, anyway, it's definitely not because I can drill around in this dark place to fight monsters.

When I first entered the cave, I was actually very scared, and after the communication device was broken by alien creatures, my fear turned into anger, and when the anger broke through the breaking point, I became a violent and happy criminal, happily going around sadistic. I felt very clearly that for a while I was in a haunt, like lying groggy in bed before falling asleep, I could still hear the movement outside, and although I could wake up at any time, I chose to continue to sleep.

I didn't have any uneasiness about discovering my hidden dark side, I actually had so much fun that I even tried to distance myself from my teammate to keep her in the way. If she had her right mind, she should have understood that running away from the exit was the right decision, and if I hadn't ended up getting addicted, it would have been the best policy.

But what I had just done had turned into a dream, and what I had to open my eyes to was a massive collapse caused by a sudden earthquake.

At the moment, it has been cut off into a small space by the surrounding rocks, leaving only me and the creatures marked as blue dots by the life probe.

It was a human who looked like it was about to turn into a puff of smoke. Or rather, human-like creatures. He lay face down in the moldy pit, the filth of the mire slowly creeping up his long hair and eating away at his body, the skin on his back glowing white and transparent in the cavern, like a piece of jade falling into the sludge.

I briefly checked my current state, and after the battle, my helmet was half destroyed, and I was covered in flesh from different creatures. The Lita in his pocket has been used up, and the other weapons are in normal condition. I had a plastic-skinned piece wrapped around my right hand, which seemed to be some kind of dead creature, and it made me sick to my stomach, so I quickly tossed it aside. In front of me, as long as we dispose of this creature lying on the ground, there will be no other troubles for the time being, and we can rest for a while.

I tried turning off the crumbling overhead light on my helmet to see if the glow on his body was my illusion. The moment the light faded, the darkness made me drenched in fear again, and only his pale body was still weakly resisting the darkness. The crazy blood boiling in my body just now had subsided, and the fatigue crept up from the nerve ends on the soles of my feet, and I turned on the overhead light again and decided to solve the problem as soon as possible.

Actually, the headshot is the most efficient right now, but I always hope that something miracle will happen with a strange sense of luck and curiosity.

I pulled out my gun and pointed it at his head, carefully wrapped it around the side of his right leg, and tried to kick him. My foot did not penetrate directly, but felt the touch of an entity, which was certain that it was not a hallucination or a spirit.

Is this really a human being? On Earth, in a ghost place like this, there are still human beings alive?

I crouched down in fear, wrenched his shoulder with one hand, put the other hand to the back of his head to prevent the "corpse", and turned him over, his front was dirty beyond recognition, but I could see that there was nothing strange on his body, and of course, there was no sign of awakening. I picked up the plastic strip I had thrown in the corner and used it as a rag to wipe the stains on his face. During this time, I was afraid that he would suddenly jump up and bite me with his round eyes, but even so, as long as I reacted quickly enough, I was still fully armed and had a better chance of winning.

His face was slightly wiped clean by me, and the outline of his facial features gradually became clearer, and it looked like a human face horizontally and vertically.

If he was really human, how did he get to this point?

No, no, no, no, is this guy still alive? I completely forgot to confirm this.

I fumbled with my hands for a moment in the position of the aorta in his neck and in his chest, but I couldn't find a heartbeat at all.

Aha, it would be interesting if I were locked up here with a dead man.

"Well, maybe there's nothing I can do about you."

It's really unwilling, but if you can bring it back, it's a big discovery this time.

I lost interest in the corpse and stood up and banged around, the rocks around me were so dense that a single shot might not be able to explode directly. With my current tired mental state, I won't be able to reach my peak state in a short period of time, so even if I go out, I won't be able to go far, and I will soon be trapped by new alien creatures. At the moment, this is the safest place, but I can't afford to wait too long, and I don't want to see a corpse decomposing in such a terrible internal environment.

Maybe I'll get some sleep first.

No, with a corpse, how dare you sleep.

I sat him up and leaned against the stone next to him so that he looked a little bit like a living person.

No, I didn't feel at ease at all.

I sat down facing him at a distance, but I didn't dare to let go of my gun even though I thought about it.

No, such a state of high mental tension does not achieve the purpose of resting at all.

The cave had never been quieter since I entered the cave, and my panic level rose to the beat of my heartbeat.

I decided to calm myself down by singing, but I couldn't sing any cheerful songs at the moment, so I could only hum some sad tunes that I couldn't remember the lyrics to. The song turned around in this small space, and a melodious echo came from the cavern.

I gradually regained my composure and sang one song after another. It was the first time I had sung so many songs since I arrived in the Gap, and it reminded me of many of the earth's past, the trivial details of my past life, the joys, sorrows, and sorrows that had been meaningless, all of which I had deliberately avoided and seemed to be a world away.

I remember that when I first came to Yascha, I always dreamed that when I opened my eyes, my mother was beside me, but as soon as I reached out to grab her, I woke up from the dream. Even if you transform the house into exactly the same room as your own, you can't fill the hole in your heart.

"I really want to go back. Mommy ......"

This is a forbidden sentence.

For so many days in the Achasm, I kept telling myself that as long as I worked hard to solve this problem, I could go back to my previous life, and it had nothing to do with saving the earth or anything, or even to save my loved ones, I just wanted to save myself. Every day I pretend that I will soon be back with my family, so pretend that the happiness of the moment is fleeting, and pretend that I have to work harder to seize the time that is now free. However, when I say this, it means throwing in the towel.

My throat started choking, and I couldn't sing anymore.

Now I'm someone else's parent, but I'm still calling "Mom" here, it's a shame.

If only I could be a more selfish and thorough person.

"...... again"

Caught off guard, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the other side, I jumped up in shock, raised my gun and pointed it at the opposite side, the "corpse" had opened its eyes at some point, revealing light gray pupils.

"Let's sing one more song." He said.