The morning light is curling, the plains are bleak, and the bleak sky has a touch of yellow.

Jacob Land walked alone, the edges of the dead grass under his feet sharp, but he could not cut his bare feet in any way. He had a feeling that he didn't belong here, that he should be waiting for someone.

However, as far as the eye could see, there was no dead grass in the sky, and he could not see the way he came, and naturally he did not know the way to go.

He didn't have to wait long. Suddenly, the dead leaves seemed to come to life, and they drifted anxiously far ahead, the whirlwind formed by these leaves stinging the corners of his eyes, and he had to block his eyes. After the whirlwind dissipated, there was an extra back in the distance, far away, it looked like it was only the size of an ant, but it was undoubtedly a person.

A warm current welled up in Jacob's heart. Because he knows who it is.

Grandpa Lan walked in front of him, wearing the plate trousers that were popular in their time, and he was no longer a little old and tired in his impression. The years never seemed to leave a mark on him, and the distractions of aging, sophistication, and retirement seemed to be just a big dream. Now that he had woken up, the young man's jacket was lifted in the wind, as if he was in high spirits, determined to fight his own way to the place where he was going.

Jacob knew that the figure did not belong to Grandpa Lan whom he knew, but to the young man who did not smile and had dreams, the young man who was young and ambitious, and they had not yet met on the trajectory of life. And from the day he decided to adopt Jacob, he became a different person, a storyteller with a little grumpy but superhuman patience, a forgetful but dutiful old nanny, a safe shelterer who always solved all the troubles of children.

Jacob shouted and ran forward, only to find that Grandpa Lan didn't even look back, and his figure was drifting away.

"It's time to go!" Grandpa Lan suddenly shouted loudly.

"It's time to—go!" The sound is happy and jubilant, echoing between heaven and earth, for a long time. So Jacob stopped chasing him.

He stood still, tears raining down. He finally knew where Grandpa Lan was going.

The great silver river runs silently at the end of the plain.

Then it rose as quickly as if it were an elevator, and its closed eyes swept through the world, and the clouds were steaming high in the sky. Jacob Lan woke up in the clouds, in a cold sweat, and the dampness on the pillow was being heated by the pillow into a steam that was conducive to sleep.

Jacob's heart palpitated, his fingers ran over the line of skin on his arm, the light beating, and when he was habitually rubbing hard, he accidentally called up the "wallet" menu and saw the balance of his property.

His eyes widened suddenly.

One, two, three, four, five...... He rubbed his eyes and counted the digits of the number.

S$100,000, forty-two mobile shops scattered across the planet, and countless vending machines. A fortune that Jacob only dared to dream of.

Before he could rejoice, he was caught off guard when that shuddering word burst into his eyes.

Heritage.

Heritage? Only one person may leave him an inheritance.

He called Grandpa Lan.

Then, for the first time in his life, he heard the cold female voice: this person has not been found, or his identity has been cancelled.

The brain went blank.

For a full twenty minutes, he mechanically dialed Grandpa Lan's phone. Listen to that voice over and over again.

The journey to the fishing grounds was blank and numb. He felt that he was an outcast from the world. On the walls of the flying car are solemnly printed classic passages from the famous "Declaration of Revenge". Jacob stared blankly, strange as he had scarcely read a single well-worded campus notice before, but was now firmly drawn to the letter.

We believe that the limitations of institutions, laws, and the vassals derived from them are obvious, and that there are very different rules in different periods, different geographies, and different human environments. The native institutions, laws, and vassals derived from them have their own rules of adaptation, and their own independent political and trade rules. The Guy O star is thousands of miles away from the universe.

Thousands of miles of the universe are also hanging. When Jacob saw this, he suddenly realized that he was almost as lonely as Ou Xing. He has a lot of friends, but he doesn't want to answer the phone calls from his friends who find out that he didn't show up in class.

He had never been to the reservoir, but he recognized the lakeshore hut with a six-legged police riot tank parked in front of the door, which was found on the shores of all the fishing grounds. When he started knocking on the door, a dog barked inside.

When the scruffy-looking young man opened the door, the dog's barking sounded a little out of control. The little black dog hid and shivered, barking at Jacob as if he had seen a nightmare. The shrill barking almost lifted the plastic roof until the police in the house felt noisy and urged the young man to drive the dog into another room.

The policeman was a tall, beautiful woman, muttering something while taking notes. Some kind of communication device is worn on the delicate chin, and the vocal cord vibrator is so-so taped under the jawbone.

"People are crazy now." She muttered under her breath, not like she was speaking to someone in the room. "From the collarbone to the right ear, thirty-one centimeters. Yes, yes, I know. The murderer must have been a tall man. She smiled softly, "He can't be riding on Lord Lanchuva's neck, right?" ”

The laughter was good, and Jacob was disgusted.

"I locked the dog up." The young man came out of the back room and said to them, "Hell, it's never been so disobedient. ”

"Kerry Yelan......" the policeman said, looking at him, "well, thank you for your cooperation...... We took this box back as evidence. ”

"Won't you give it back to me? I mean, heck, it's worth a lot of money. Ye Lan asked.

The policeman stared at him. "There will be compensation." She squeezed the words out between her teeth.

"This is a zebra star, right?" Jacob pointed to the eerie logo painted on the chest.

"Yes, it's Zebra, baby." The policeman said absentmindedly, motioning for the little robot that came with him to carry the box away.

"You're going to do your best to catch him, aren't you?"

The policeman stopped and looked at him earnestly.

"We're going to catch him." She said. "Little brother, please take care of yourself, don't underestimate the malice of this world."

She stood up, turned her head as if she remembered something, and handed Jacob something.

In the palm of his hand is a soft biochip, a thin sheet made of skin-friendly material connected to something like a capillary, as if it is still beating. This is Grandpa Lan's ID card, and Jacob knows that this thing is often an important clue to solve the case.

"I think you might want to keep this." The policewoman said elegantly.

Back in the city, Jacob walked down the street in a daze. He didn't know if he was crazy or not, and he didn't care. When Saturn rose in the middle of the sky, he walked into a roadside tavern and went from solitude to bustle.

He poured down an innumerable number of glasses of wine, and blushed like the lights on the street outside the bar. The hole left by Grandpa Lan is so untouchable, just like the hole left by a fallen tooth, people can't help but lick it all the time, and the more they lick it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Whenever he did this, Jacob felt a vicious pleasure, as if it was some kind of punishment for himself, which would make him feel better.

Jacob had heard that Lanchova's life was loyal and brave, difficult and brilliant. But Grandpa Lan himself rarely mentions the past, as if he hides the eventful years in a corner of memory, leaving only a few happy stories and strange anecdotes to coax children to talk about. The stubborn old man almost never showed his heart, but Jacob could see that he was tired and retired early to get some peace. However, with a single knife, the old man's bland hope was shattered. A knife, so fragile, so pitiful. He seemed to see Grandpa Lan kneeling on the ground, his hands trying in vain to cover the wound on his neck, and a vague figure next to him was smiling.

The heroes of Morbai don't deserve to end up like this.

Sixteen-year-old Jacob Lan sat in the bar, letting hatred and anger run amass.

A draught beer glass slammed into Jacob's left hand, and the wine inside spilled in Jacob's face. He looked up, and he was displeased to see that he was tall and had a large rosacea, and that his little pig's eyes were squinting at Jacob. So he stood up and gave him an uppercut.

Even though the man was much taller than Jacob, he fell uncontrollably to the side. Jacob then pushed his knee into his abdomen and began punching and kicking his body on the ground. The crowd was screaming, someone was shouting something in the chaotic music, but he didn't care. He took the hateful-looking man as the murderer of Grandpa Lan, and beat him violently until his hands were stained with blood.

Several strong hands pulled him away, and he was thrown out of the bar.

It was raining heavily, and the rain on Euroma was always sweet, and he lay on the ground, opening his mouth like nectar.

The dirty leather shoes were stepped on heavily in front of him, and the water splashed everywhere, and the mouth was full of the smell of iron. Then, a lazy voice came from the head: "You are very arrogant." Say, "Who are you?" ”

Jacob did not answer. He didn't bother to answer, he just wanted to fall asleep in a groggy state now, waiting for Grandpa Lan to wake him up, even if it was to reprimand him irritably, so that he could say "old man" again.

Someone stomped his head on the ground.

"To say or not to say?" There was a "whoosh", followed by a tearing pain, and Jacob couldn't help but cry out.

"To say or not to say? Well? "Again. The skin, along with the fabric of the clothes, was easily torn apart.

"Wait," said someone next to him, "bring the stuff." ”

Jacob didn't think much about what they were "brought" over, but the noise around them suddenly fell silent, and someone whispered, "There's no need for this." ”

Jacob looked up with difficulty, and then fear soaked through him, and the wine almost woke up.

The two men dragged down three slender hoses from the car next to them, which connected to the terrifying gun.

Po-5, a.k.a. "Severed Palm Waterjet". It is an easily available piece of equipment on the black market, and it is said that the underworld often uses it to punish traitors.

"Young people should understand that not everyone can afford to mess with them." The lazy voice muttered, "Even if he's fat and ugly, one of his fingers is worth more than your life - or you're crawling over and kissing my shoe now?" I might consider keeping your hand......"

Jacob shook his head stubbornly, and the man sighed, his slightly loosened muzzle aimed at his palm. Jacob closed his eyes.

"This idiot really doesn't know what to do." The other laughed.

"You're done, boy." As he spoke, he grabbed Jacob by the hair and slapped him twice in the back of the head with a bow left and right. Those hands must have been used for years in the fight, and his force directly hit Jacob with a large mouthful of the wine he had just drunk.

Jacob trembled and gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang overhead, and a whip from another direction burst through the air with sharpness and rage, and the man holding the Po-5 was stunned before falling next to Jacob. He stood up blankly, his neck bone aching like pins and needles.

In the direction of the whip stood a thin girl, dressed in slender black slacks and a peach-colored leather jacket, and a pair of slender rimless glasses that reflected in one direction, making it impossible to see the expression on her face. Four tall figures in black trench coats stood behind him, one of them holding a large black umbrella for the girl; The other of the most vicious-looking and massive men was half-crouched in front, wearing brightly colored knuckles on his huge fists, and the air whip in his hand flashed with an evil cold light.

"Cobra". Jacob recognizes it, and through this notorious bodyguard, Jacob guesses who the woman behind it is.

The rosacea man cursed and rushed at them, only to be punched in the face by a cobra, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, and a scream of horror came from the surrounding crowd.

"This person is either very confident or very ignorant." The girl shook her ponytail and said in a very contemptuous voice, "Self-confidence always comes from ignorance. You're a real vegetable, Jacob, and you've been beaten up by this garbage. ”

Jacob knew he was saved. This is nineteen-year-old Chacha Luke, his childhood friend, a darling of fate. Former mayor Moonlight Luke is her grandfather, the military boss and president of Time is her uncle, Cha Cha herself is the financial director of Moorbay, the pearl of the two city tycoons, and their protégé is a giant hammer that she can wield at will.

Cha Cha stepped forward and kicked the man who had beaten Jacob with the tip of his high heel: "Hey, you, I'll give you a chance to lick the mud off my upper." ”

The man gritted his teeth, then trembled to his knees and began to lick the tips of Cha Cha's shoes. However, Cha Cha said again: "It's disgusting, don't lick it." With that, she gave the prostrate figure a kick.

"Forget it." Jacob brazzed Cha Cha's arm and whispered.

Cha Cha ignored him, but played with the Po-5 with interest: "If this thing hits the palm of a person's hand, that hand will become crippled...... I've always wondered, what happens if you use it to punch someone in the head? She grinned wickedly and pointed her gun at the man's temple, beautiful and fierce.

"Why don't we try? Hey, Cobra, let's make a bet on how far his eyes can fly? ”

"You can't win, boss." The cobra said, "At least fifty meters away, I know." ”

"Hey, you're boring." Cha Cha complained.

The man on his knees looked at Jacob pleadingly, tears of fear welling up in his eyes.

"Really, forget it." He said to Cha Cha, "Look, he's just an ordinary person, he doesn't treat me well, really." ”

Cha Cha looked at Jacob: "You, you always think about the good of people." Someday you'll suffer on this, Jacob. With that, she threw the gun away, and the handle of the gun slammed into the man's head, and then pulled a vial from the hand of the man behind her.

"It's a sobering pill, drink it." Cha Cha took the black umbrella from his entourage and dragged Jacob away without looking back, the crowd scrambling to make way for them.

"Who would have thought that you would come to such an unfortunate place alone? What underground gangsters do you want to join in Heizi Alley? This is how you miss Grandpa Lan? As soon as they left the crowd and walked down the street, Cha Cha let go of Jacob's hand and couldn't wait to ask. In her high heels, she is taller than Jacob, and at the moment she is condescending and quite aggressive.

Jacob was silent. The sobering pills made the drunkenness fade like a tide, and he just wanted to fall asleep at the moment. He hated his consciousness so much, and even hated everything he saw. And Cha Cha, especially Cha Cha, why does she have the whole world? Why didn't he have much, and God would take away what he had?

He had a strong feeling that his life was going to change irreversibly: the days of fighting after class, snacks after school, and a brief eye contact with a girl might be gone. After this night, he was no longer a child.

"Are you going to go on like this?" Cha Cha sighed, "Wake up, Jacob, you're only sixteen, you really haven't grown up. ”

"What do you mean? How uncomfortable I am now, do you think you understand? You always think you know everything! Jacob asked sensitively, in a tone like a wounded animal, "All - everything is yours, you who have everything, you should go where you have everything, why are you here to teach me?" ”

Cha Cha was silent, the sweet rain dripped down her bangs and her white cheeks, she was thinking about something, so much so that she didn't notice that she was drenched in the rain.

A great sense of guilt welled up in Jacob's heart. Jacob forgot that Cha Cha was just a lonely girl for a long time. The reason why their friendship is unbreakable is that in addition to the emotion of growing up together, there is also a certain kind of inseparable pity.

"My parents left me when I was seven years old, and that night, I felt like the sky was falling. But I survived in the end - I traveled the world with cobras, seen deserts and seen civilizations. Jacob, do you know what I finally understood? I learned that if you base your life on relying on something, you're going to end up drowning in the pain of losing that thing. Although this is cruel to you, I would say that you only get stronger after every blow. Just like a wound, the more painful it is, the thicker the cocoon will grow later, and the process in between is by no means easy. It's a lonely world, the vast majority of people on this planet have grown up in breeding centers, they are mass-produced, and they have little idea of their loved ones. But you and I are different, we have had love that really comes from another living individual, and the pain of loss is the price of possession, not today, but someday. For people like us, the process of growing up is hard, you know? This is not a bloody comic, but a life. ”

Jacob looked up and saw the cold breeze blowing through the xenon gas signs, the huge street holographic screens playing brightly scrolling advertisements, and countless flying cars cascading on the cascading tracks. The world is still going on and people's lives are going on...... He alone changed his fate. Jacob Lan was full of resentment, but he didn't know what he could do.

They left the infamous alley, crossing the highway where the occasional flightless car would speed in, and across the street was an old parking lot, where Chacha's pink car was hovering in one of the spaces.

Maserati "Granca", alias "Sky Bar", is a beautiful and ostentatious car like Chacha. Nine seats are arranged in a semicircle around a small coffee table, with a small bottle of fine perfume embedded in the cup holder, and behind the bar hang two small refrigerators covered with a relief of skulls carved from a thick layer of pink earth currency, which alone is said to have cost three hundred dollars worth of earth bills. Needless to say, the refrigerator was full of valuable elixir.

"Have you ever been to Earth?" Jacob asked suddenly.

"Earth?"

Jacob pointed to the direction in the sky where he had thought the earth was since childhood: "I heard where we all came from." ”

"I seem to have been there once when I was very young." Chacha Nunu mouthed: "We are not the same world as them, brother. Even many, many years from now, there will be reproductive isolation between us, and then we will really be two completely different lives. ”

They fly aimlessly over the city, shuttling between crowded tracks, and now the sky belongs to escapist white-collar workers and confused young people, who seek meaning in the night, busy playing the role they are passionate about. These flying cars come and go, and no one notices a teenager hiding in a daze in a Maserati.

"Hey," Cha Cha said suddenly, "if you're starting to live alone now, why don't you - uh, why don't you go to live with me?" After all—Grandpa Lan's house is now—"

"Isn't it inhabitable?" Jacob bluntly said that he didn't want to talk to anyone about Grandpa Lan, especially Cha Cha.

However, Cha Cha did not finish. "I might be able to help you find the murderer."

Saturn is above them, and even if three-quarters of it is hidden in the sky, it looks so big, so big, that the tiny Enceladus and Enceladus are like its eyes compared to it. Ever since he was a child, Jacob felt that Saturn was like a living being, that he could see anything.

They walked through the bustling night sky on a summer night in 2424, trying to see the way forward.