With a loud roar, a camouflage-clad Mi-171E helicopter quickly flew over a primeval forest.

The massive air flow generated by the four high-speed rotating wings swept the leaves off beneath it.

In the cabin, a medical staff in white overalls and two servicemen were nervously busy around several wounded people. These wounded are all those who have been rescued from the earthquake center one after another.

China, the most populous province, has been hit by a catastrophic earthquake that has rarely been seen in hundreds of years, and the safety of the affected people has touched the hearts of hundreds of millions of people in China and instantly destroyed the hopes of thousands of families.

Near the porthole of the plane was a handsome young man with fair skin. He had just woken up from his coma, looking at everything around him with a puzzled expression, and then turned his head to look at the devastated mountains and rivers beneath the plane.

"Rescuers found you unconscious in a stream in the primeval forest about 50 kilometers away from Baiguo Village, and the back of your head should have been hit by a foreign object and there was a lot of blood!"

"It's too reckless to hike alone, you're the one we rescued, the furthest away. Further into the depths of the primeval forest, there will be no people, there is interference in that direction, and even the plane can't pass."

The young and beautiful nurse said as she straightened the bandages around the young man's head. She saw the officer-like soldier next to her look at her majestic eyes, stuck out her tongue, and didn't continue.

Seeing that the young man did not answer, she pointed with her finger in the direction that the young man was looking out of the window.

"That was the former Baiguo Village, hey, what a beautiful place, pitiful, the whole village was destroyed by mudslides"

Baiguo Village! When he heard the name, the muscles of the young man's face twitched reflexively, but then he regained his expression.

Looking at the vast mudslide covered below, there is more than just a village that has been washed away.

"What's your name? My name is He Xiaorong, call me Ah Rong."

The generous nurse asked the young man curiously.

"You ask me... The name? ”

"Yes, you can't even remember your name," as if comforting, looking at the young man's blank face, the nurse couldn't help but smile.

The setting sun penetrated warmly from outside the cabin, gently reflecting the girl's beautiful cheeks, and the young man's heart could not help but move.

"I... Don't remember, who am I? ”

Looking at the young man's stupid and hesitant appearance, Ah Rong realized her recklessness. The young man in front of him is likely to have suffered a short-term amnesia due to brain damage, and he can't help but feel guilty.

"You try to think about it, what was the last thing you remembered?"

"I just remember a sudden pain in the back of my head in the rapids, and then I didn't know anything, why I can't remember anything from before."

"You don't have to worry, it may be because of intermittent amnesia caused by a brain injury, and it may be back to normal after resting for a while"

"But while you're unconscious, you've been silently chanting a name,... It seems to be Ed (Adam)"

"Let's call you Ed," the kind nurse Ah Rong hopes to gradually recall his previous memories in this way.

"Ed? Ed, Ed! … Am I Charity? Ed am me? The young man's mouth was nervous, and he kept silently muttering the name, not knowing why.

The helicopter circled in the air for a while, then turned around and flew towards the emergency rescue center that had been temporarily set up nearby...

The moment he walked into the rescue center, Ed's heart trembled and he almost stopped breathing.

This is a picture of purgatory on earth, because the rescue supplies have not yet arrived, more than 50 corpses are lined up in the center of the rescue center, and each body has not yet had time to cover with a white cloth. The human body was already mutilated and unrecognizable, and the surface of the body was covered with a mess of bright red blood mixed with dirt and concrete dust from the collapse of the house.

The afterglow of the setting sun dispersed into the compound, the remnant sun was like blood, there was not a trace of wind and moving, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood and death.

This situation makes the compound psychology of panic and sadness hidden in the deepest part of human emotions incompatible, and there is nowhere to escape.

When he reached the stretcher, Ed could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, and his heart was completely shattered.

On the waist-high stretcher, a little girl lay flat, the blood spilled from her head stained the white cloth on the stretcher, leaving a long mark on it, and a female nurse standing next to the stretcher was crying helplessly hiding her face.

The middle-aged woman standing opposite the nurse was facing the sky with tears streaming down her face, her arms desperately spread, desperately praying to the heavens, or crying something.

The middle-aged man beside her, with a weather-beaten face like a knife, a pair of yellow eyes full of tears, stared blankly at the child for a long time, as if he felt that the child was just asleep and would wake up at any time, maybe it was already extremely sad to numbness, or maybe it was a trance after excessive sadness.

Under the bloody sunset, all of this, the details are so clear, like a hyper-realistic oil painting, deeply ingrained in Ed's mind.

Everything seems to be still, there is no sound, every expression, every movement, every line of tears of all the characters in the picture is frozen in that moment, and time stops flowing.

Especially the poor little girl, though Ed couldn't see her face and didn't have the courage to look at it. But from her small, mercilessly crushed head flowed red the blood of the stretcher, an indescribable crimson that danced mercilessly before Ed's eyes.

Pain, sadness, despair, helplessness, the complex emotions that all kinds of emotions converged mercilessly whipped and tore at Ed's heart, leaving him breathless, and the blood in his body continued to surge like a volcanic eruption.

Suddenly, he felt a faint sweet smell in his mouth, and then a sharp pain and dizziness in the back of his head, and his eyes went black, and with a "poof", Ed fell on his back in the yard and lost consciousness again.

……

Ed seemed to enter a long hallway, long, long, except for a glimmer of light from a distant place, and it was pitch black all around.

Unaccompanied, unanswered, alone, lonely and cold.

He felt this utter helplessness and despair like never before, but he didn't choose to give up, because he had a gut feeling that nothing good would come of staying and that he had to flee the darkness for no reason, and that he had to flee as soon as possible, as far away as possible.

The light in the distance felt so warm and so beautiful that it strongly attracted me like a moth to a fire, and I threw myself into it without hesitation. In comparison, I don't want to stay in this cold and endless darkness anyway.

Struggling, stumbling, Ed slowly groped his way towards the light, or crawled over...

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a lifetime, Ed thought to himself, because it's been so long. Suddenly, a very magnificent palace building suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The Academy of Athens!" Ed blurted out that this is the Vatican's Palace in St. Peter's Church in Rome, and one of Raphael's most famous paintings, the 'School of Athens', was created against this backdrop, and for the erudite Charity, this is the temple of human knowledge and spiritual civilization, which is all too familiar.

However, while the statues of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and Apollo, the god of music, are still present in the niches on both sides, the leaders of the Greek spirit, Plato and Aristotle, as well as the thinkers and famous scholars, are not.

"Why am I here," Ed said as he looked at the empty hall, his initial excitement turning into a sense of loss.

As if in a desperate attempt to find the pioneers of human civilization, Ed took a few steps up the four steps to observe. When he had just crossed the first of the three arches, the statue of the second arch that had just been hidden behind the first arch suddenly appeared.

Huge statues, clasped together, tightly holding a long sword with the tip of the sword reaching to the ground! The statue's eyes are staring at Ed deeply! Such statues are 5 on the left and 6 on the right, a total of eleven, which is not symmetrical and does not make sense with the structural design principle of the whole building.

"How do you feel like you've seen a scene like this somewhere?" Ed wondered how the image was so familiar, as if it had happened somewhere before.

The words on the hilt of the sword are in ancient Sanskrit, and I actually know it, "Son of Adam"!

And those statues standing, three do not look like humans, but seem to be more like the eagle god Horus at the entrance of the Temple of Edfu in Egypt, the patron god of the pharaohs, majestic and solemn. On closer inspection, it doesn't look like it.

The other eight statues surprised Ed even more, because judging from the various ancient books and information obtained in recent times, they turned out to be: Leonardo da Vinci, Adolf. Hitler, George. Washington, Confucius, Guiguzi, Qin Shi Huang, and the other two do not have any modern and modern information, so there is no way to know.

In the midst of doubt, there seemed to be a faint voice floating from the top of the main hall.

"It's amazing! It's nothing short of a miracle..."

"The results of continuous observation are true, we have verified it many times, and it is still this result..."

Anxious to figure out who was talking to him, Ed nervously looked around, but couldn't see a single figure.

In the blink of an eye, he gradually woke up from his slumber. He struggled to open his hazy eyes and found himself lying on an operating table, covered with a quilt. Several medical personnel dressed in white were discussing something with their backs to them.

"You're finally awake!"

Before the words fell, what immediately came into my eyes was the familiar and beautiful face that I had just met, a look of concern, and a smile as pure as spring.

"Ah Rong, what's wrong with me, did I faint again?"

“…，”

"Excessive blood loss! Blood makes up 7-8% of the body's total body weight. 60Kg is 4800 ml, and if the blood loss exceeds 50% of the blood volume in the body, it will be life-threatening, that is, about 2400 ml. More than 30%, 1500 ml will go into shock. ”

"You're really a weird..., exception, the blood loss is almost 2200 ml, and you are still awake so fast!"

"Don't have a good rest, wander around or something! Even Schwarzenegger is not half as good as you. I'm wondering, do you usually practice kung fu? ”

A series of unceremonious, slightly snarky interjections interrupted the conversation between Ed and Ah Rong. Ed looked up, and next to him turned to a tall young woman with a beautiful face.

Ed remembered the scene he saw in the rescue center, coupled with the brainless questioning of himself on the hospital bed, and there was an inexplicable fire in his chest. All of a sudden, the agitation rose. I thought to myself, what kind of person is this, how can I not have a little compassion, and I am still qualified to be a doctor!

"This is Sister Xie Jun, a medical doctor who just came to our rescue center,"

Ah Rong habitually and mischievously stuck out her tongue to Ed, and took advantage of the moment when Xie Jun bent down to prepare the needle bucket, a small hand half-covered her mouth, and hurriedly whispered to Ed:

"She's amazing, don't mess with her..."

Ed was about to have a seizure and say something great about the Doctor, but his arm suddenly hurt, "Oops! He blurted out first.

Xie Jun's needle had already pierced Ed's left arm viciously.

It turned out that one of the dreams Ed heard was her.