An old wheelchair style that looks like something from a nursing home in the last century.

He looked at the hovering chair sitting under him, and it was quite large compared to his car.

The girl looked at the old man in front of her, the thin lenses resting on the bridge of his slightly collapsed nose, sandwiched between the ravines, and the transparent lenses had some rotating data.

This is the only thing about him that fits in with this era.

The old man's speech was very fast, and it sounded like the feeling of chanting scriptures in an old-fashioned Buddhist hall, but it was all something he couldn't understand anyway. But it didn't matter, she knew it wasn't talking to herself.

She looked up, and her tall father stood behind her, making her unusually small in the hoverchair.

Idle, she looked at the screen that only she could see, on which was a medical certificate from the Central Medical College. Her father was very powerful, so she was able to go there for treatment.

"Don't fight anymore, I've already thought about it."

Suddenly, she interrupted the quarrel between the two that was about to turn into a talk show, and both of them were stunned and looked at her together.

"But ......"

The man was about to say something, but she rudely interrupted him.

"You know the proofs, you see them clearly."

The father's next words were choked in his throat, like a diner stuck in a fish bone, letting out a weird moan.

"Mr. Director, do you need me to give you some personal space?" The old man in the white coat asked cautiously.

"No...... No need ......"

The man's expression was strange, and his resolute face was full of struggle.

Then he gritted his teeth and spat out four words.

"That's it."

Cold bubbles rose in front of her eyes, until she felt the warmth of the reunion, and she felt her consciousness drift away.

It's like a connected pipe that flows the water into another container, or maybe a flush toilet.

Regardless, she made a difficult decision.

Some voices whispered in her ear, and she knew it was the person in front, two hundred? Or three hundred? I can't remember clearly, my consciousness was blurring, being pulled, pulled into a shrinking pipe, and then a pinprick of pain, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

After a long period of darkness, there was a long-lost sense of hearing.

"This is the last sample, and if the last one fails, His Excellency the Supreme Consul will terminate the entire project, and the Director will withdraw his support for us."

It was an old man's voice, but it didn't seem to be the one it had been.

"I understand, Gouli. Only the last time. "It was the old man before, but there was no man's voice.

Maybe you're building a tombstone for yourself.

It is also possible that outside of sending the dead bodies into the stratosphere, the storm will destroy all the cells.

A new kind of funeral, which is very popular now, is like the space funeral that was recited decades ago, but unfortunately now humans can't go to space.

But why am I still thinking?

"Wait...... Something is different...... "The tones of the two outside became a little different, like a surprise of discovering a new continent.

"No...... Dissipate? ”

"The nerves are perfectly matched!"

"Ripple frequency...... That's right! ”

"Wait, there's a brain wave!"

"Prepare to evacuate the facility!"

"What about prosthetics? Send that damn prosthetic here! ”

There seemed to be a commotion outside, the sound of heavy objects being moved by the sliding belt, and the sound of people yelling.

What happened?

She felt a little strange, and all sorts of thoughts kept popping up in her head, but she didn't know what they were.

Who am I?

Consciousness was crushed like a liquid squeezed by a water pump, crushed away, and returned to the silent darkness.

……

A figure suddenly stood up from its seat, surrounded by strings of bursting electric sparks.

A big gulp of rough air came out of Ye Mu's mouth, and the cold wind did not have a trace of heat.

"I ...... Dreaming? ”

Sitting on the factory-mounted maintenance system, the exoskeleton armor reflected the cold light of the incandescent lamp, and the edges and corners showed a blinding white glow.

She squeezed her palm, a little incredulous.

"I ...... Dreaming?? ”

As if still immersed in the strange dream just now, Ye Mu blinked blankly, ignoring the electric sparks that were unconsciously smashed by himself at hand.

Is this new body the cause?

No way, I've never slept since I came into this world, even on the West Coast.

What were you doing?

The electronic brain is running at high speed.

"Information...... City Surveillance ...... Yes, I'm hacking into the city's network...... How could it be...... Asleep? ”

Extremely weird feeling.

I always feel like it's not a dream, it feels like I'm stuck in a cyberspace. But the memories of the past are very vague, and I vaguely feel like I am back in the laboratory.

This feeling...... It's like a spiritual reflux from before......

I closed my eyes gently, I didn't feel like I was sleeping at all, and there was no standby option in front of me.

The door suddenly opened, interrupting Ye Mu's thoughts.

Momothy looked around and walked in through the gate.

This kid's expression was a little hesitant, a little like he used up a week's living expenses in high school and didn't know how to ask his parents.

Yemu glanced at him.

He's not really here to ask for living expenses, is he?

Mo Momoxi didn't know what was going on in Ye Mu's head, and he said a little hesitantly: "That...... Master, I have something to ...... tonight."

"Things?" Ye Mu picked up a can of coolant from the side and poured it into his mouth, "You mean, there are some things to deal with on the West Coast?" Although I couldn't find the star spirits in the city surveillance, it doesn't mean that the outside is safe. “

"I know...... But ......"

Momothy's hand couldn't help but scrub the clenched mobile terminal.

"It's a funeral ......"

"Funeral? Who in your family died? Ye Mu blurted out a bad word, almost knocking Mo Moxire to the ground.

"It's not...... It's a matter of the last BERSARKER ceremony. ”

"School?"

"There's a memorial organized at school, and I have to go."

"Oh." Ye Mu got up from his seat and walked over to the renovated Death Worm Lassalle, "You haven't been fired yet, have you?" ”

Momothy hesitated: "No...... The school is now in the middle of a school closure, after all, so big has happened......"

"Does the dead have anything to do with you?"

"They were my classmates...... And I think...... Anyway, I have to go. “

"I'm not going to accompany you to any boring funeral." Ye Mu shrugged his shoulders, the meaning was obvious.

"I know, I mean ......"

"You want to go alone?" Ye Mu suddenly turned his head and stared at Mo Mo Kid, "This is not a good idea. ”

"I know...... But I have to go ......"

"There is no point in mourning, the dead will not be resurrected, and a lot of blood and cells have been paid for by BERSERKER. Do you think the memorial service can fill the small guilt in your heart? ”

"Even if you weren't there that day and didn't have a fight with that guy named Ralph, those people would still die there, and don't forget, that's the center of the celebration, one of the most crowded places on Moontide Day. You don't represent anything. ”

His fists clenched instantly, Ye Mu's words were right, but he didn't agree with it.

"You can't do anything when you go, you just have one more mouth...... Oh, there doesn't seem to be such an occasion as a memorial meal here, it should be a person holding a bouquet of roses, and then waiting for a god stick to finish speaking, and then take turns to go up to express the mourning for the deceased, and then put his own little white flower on it...... Do you think that without your roses, those souls will not be able to rest in peace? ”

Ye Mu sneered, dotting around on the electronic panel.

Teacher...... You're so ruthless......

Momothy opened his mouth, but didn't dare to say it.

"I see...... Master Craftsman ......"

He whispered, turning and walking towards the exit.

"Wait." Ye Mu suddenly stopped him, and the girl behind him gradually walked in, and he turned around.

The cold object was placed in his hands.

"I've fixed your knife. Let's go and practice the knife. Those two slashes were good yesterday. ”

Momothy raised the sword in his hand, the blade of which had been reforged.

It's really efficient......

"Thank you......"

Ye Mu waved his hand backwards and continued to debug the huge steel beast.

……

On the black market, a man walks into Old Matt's shop.

"Welcome......" Matt turned around and saw the figure with a stunned face.

"Hello. I heard that you have a sword in your collection here, and I want to buy it......"

The ninja in the armor said, casually looking at the slightly dimly lit room, as if he were in his own home.

"What's wrong? Any questions? Noticing the boss's distraction, the man asked.

"I didn't ...... There is no ......" Old Matt hurriedly shook his head, shook some strange thoughts out of his head, and stared at the other party's delicate face armor, "I'm sorry, if it's too knife, it's already sold." ”

"Sold?" The man seemed a little stunned, "No kidding, I know there's another handful." ”

The man pointed to the box in the corner, and his movements were extremely skillful.

Matt turned around in astonishment to see the huge box.

"You ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, money is not a problem, as long as you give me the knife." The man said, taking off the weapon behind his back, "Of course, I can give this to you." ”

It was a ninja knife wrapped in a thin metal scabbard.

"This ......," Old Matt looked at the man in front of him with a shocked expression.

How does this guy know I still have a knife? I'm still going to sell it at next month's knife market.

Could it be that the old thing next door leaked the news? Hell, I shouldn't have flaunted to him!

"Damn Henry......" he turned around scolding, his eyes watching the masked man's movements.

The man spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, as if acquiescing.

A pitch-black sword was placed in the man's hand, and Matt took it.

"This is ......" He was stunned for a moment, and then he held the slightly short ninja knife with a look of surprise and stroked it lovingly, "Dongying's traditional craftsmanship!" Do you really want to trade this thing with me? ”

"Of course." The man looked at the pitch-black blade in his hand, with a faint joy in his voice, as well as nostalgia, "I want this, the broken knife for you." ”

After speaking, he raised his hand and waved it in the air, and the transfer panel flashed and disappeared.

A string of dark purple grooves on the ridge of the knife, it will light up with a strange purple light, when injected with energy.

Matt stroked the blade in his hand, not noticing the other man's movements, and the smooth texture of the blade intoxicated him.

"This guest, may I ask who you are?"

The taboo of the black market, but Matt was really a little curious, such a delicate blade of traditional craftsmanship was rare, and he exchanged it with himself for a scrap picker with a medium texture.

"Boss, you shouldn't be the first day to open a store, right?" The man seemed to be laughing, and Matt saw his visor twist, "It's better to leave a name, otherwise there won't be anyone who remembers me in this era." ”

Saying strange words, the man turned solemnly.

"You can call me Riptide."

Looking at the man's figure gradually moving away, Matt always felt a little familiar.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he took out the terminal and quickly opened a program: "Wait! My transfer account number ......"

On the blue screen, a word with five zeros made him freeze in place instantly.

……

At night, Momothy put down the terminal.

A call from old Matt.

The old guy seems to be a little strange today, and has been inquiring about his whereabouts, but he has been used by himself to use the holiday Down.

It's going to be a dead man's vacation......

Looking at the time on the terminal, he quietly figured out the base, clutching the repaired knife in his hand.

"There's a situation."

Zheng Ling sat on the roof of the building, and in front of him was a piece of machinery that was proposed to be built.

In the center, a long series of ripples blow on the surface of the sea, and a small boat sped towards the shore.

"Take a closer look!" Raphael jumped out from the side.

"If you get too close, you will be discovered, he is a weak chicken, it does not mean that he is blind." Zheng Ling glanced at his master helplessly.

Crab-shaped drones are still very conspicuous on the sea, okay.

"Just follow from afar. Why does anyone come out at this time? CASEY WALKED UP FROM BEHIND, FOLLOWED BY THE LOYAL ASSASSIN.

"IT'S THE LITTLE GUY WHO DIDN'T FIND CASTER."

"He seems to be the master of CASTER, right? This is a good opportunity. ”

"NO, CASTER DOESN'T MAKE SUCH A LOW-LEVEL MISTAKE, LET'S SEE WHERE HE GOES." Zheng Ling shook his head, "What about Saville?" ”

"I'm going to do a scout."

……

Half an hour later, Momothy walked into the huge cemetery.

Circles of thick cloth were wrapped around the things in his hands, and he saw Alan who came to greet him from afar.

"Hi Alan." Sneaking out, he was a little depressed when he saw his friend and barely squeezed out a smile.

Alan looked a lot haggard, but he still patted him on the back generously: "I knew you weren't like that...... Hey, it seems to have gotten a lot stronger lately? ”

Momothy smiled and clapped his hand away: "Of course, I've been training lately. ”

"Not bad...... I haven't been exposed to anything like training in a while, and I'm hungry...... Since the college closed the other day. Alan led Momothy into the cemetery, and a group of people gathered together, black and oppressive sparrows.

Momothy didn't know why he suddenly had such thoughts.

"I'll take you to meet ......"

"No need, Alan." Momothy interrupted him, "Irene is gone. Just the two of us, okay? ”

Alan turned his head and stared into his eyes.

There was something else in his blue eyes.

After a moment of silence, Alan smiled: "Okay. ”

The two walked into the cemetery and stood in front of a tombstone.

"To be honest, this kind of festival can't actually be considered to keep up with the trend, right?" Alan smiled bitterly and quipped, looking at the font on the tombstone, "It's a very old tablet, the tomb of the old era, it may have been a long time since anyone came to pay respects." ”

Momothy ignored the tombstone in front of him.

Looking at the crowd of people in crisp suits around him, there were unknown faces and some familiar ones.

Some are crying, some are smiling, and one girl is crying loudly in her boyfriend's arms.

He smiled silently. In just a few days, after such a strange and mysterious event, compared to those star spirits, the strength of human beings is really too small.

BERSERKER'S APPEARANCE FEE IS ALL HERE.

Suddenly, he saw a figure.

A man in a ninja costume.

His pupils suddenly constricted, and his hand subconsciously rested on the hilt of the knife.

Fujita ...... Will Division?

The hand that almost drew the knife froze by him.

What is he doing here?

Taking a deep breath, he remembered the man who had almost killed himself the night before being paralyzed by Yemu.

Healed so quickly? No, it shouldn't be, what's wrong......

He scrutinized the other person's figure, from the head, to the shoulders, to the strange attire, and finally to the soles of his shoes.

Long curly brown hair.

Shoji Fujita's long black hair made him remember.

Slightly stunned, he found more strange points.

The body of Shoji Fujita...... It seems to be a little thinner......

Yes, he's a ninja......

But the man in front of him didn't seem to be as tall or wide as ......

Just see the face......

The man turned abruptly, and a cold visor appeared in front of him.

But Momothy wasn't focused on his face.

A long strip of object, wrapped in a layer of cloth, hung around his waist.

That's a knife......

That's definitely not Shoji Fujita!

"Momo, what are you looking at?" Alan's voice woke him up.

Momothy turned his head slightly and saw Alan's rugged face.

He was observing the man.

"Are you looking at that man?"

"Who is he?" Mo Momoxi asked hurriedly.

"I don't know. Many of them tonight are family members of students and tutors. So there are a lot of raw faces. Alan looked at the man, "I look like I'm pretending to be a Dongying person, and I'm dressed like this to attend the memorial service...... Is it a custom over there? …… I remember we didn't have exchange students at school. ”

At this moment, the priest's voice came from the other side, watching the man's figure disappear into the crowd, and Momothy and Alan also walked over.

"Alan, remember. If something happens later, run. ”

Shouldn't you have come out tonight......

Momothy took a deep breath and let the cold air fill his nasal passages.

Looking at the object wrapped in thick cloth on his hand, he felt a slight sense of security in his heart.

In the sky, a crab-shaped drone flashes green points of light and floats over the cemetery.

(Hopefully, the little cutie chasing the book can come to the starting point to vote, and other stations can't see what the author said, thank you!! ）