The smooth side of the tram reflects the distorted street scene and pedestrians, as if looking in a mirror, but there is no image of Hong Yuesheng and Bai Hu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It turned out that Lisa invoked Hong Yuesheng's memories of the old city in the past, and superimposed the virtual image on the real environment through the AR (TY augmented reality) light emitted by the Lionheart mecha. And these memories only exist within the reach of the light, beyond the light, there is still an endless ruin and dead silence, the bustling market and the ruins overlap, there is a strange feeling.

After the tram passed, the phoenix butterfly and Lingzi in their memories had disappeared.

"Can't find what you're looking for? Then take the train for as long as you want, and get off when you think it's appropriate, and you'll always meet again if you find it. "In the past, when I was hanging out, Feng Die would always be so bored and irresponsible.

Hong Yuesheng then took the white tiger along the direction of the tram, looking left and right as she walked, looking for their traces.

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered

Life is a rare reunion, only parting more~"

The searchlight on the shoulders of the Lionheart mech swept across the garbage-strewn river, and the choir girls on the ferry were singing "farewell", separating the Meda Busoya neighborhood on the left side of the river from the Yanin living quarters on the right bank. A pair of young lovers in Meda Busoya are sitting behind stained glass in a Left Bank coffee shop, and posters of old kung fu movies or blockbusters hang at the door of the cinema; On the right bank, there are dilapidated oriental buildings plastered with small advertisements, and in an old-fashioned barber shop on the first floor, a barber is cutting the hair of an old neighborhood; The owner of the butcher shop put the freshly disemboweled live fish into a plastic bag and handed it to the Yaning housewife who was about to return home; The old gentleman reading the newspaper in the teahouse was slowly sipping tea; The second-floor tenant above him was playing mahjong and gambling for money, while the actors in the window next to him were babbling and singing. Pedestrians, streets, buildings... Floating light, slipping away from him.

"Rock Candy ~ Gourd!"

"Hot dumplings ~ delicious and inexpensive......"

The cries of the old city vendors came from the world of the undead. It used to be a food street with pea yellow, wontons, bean juice, ****, fried liver, stewed and fried, etc., even in the cold winter, because of the cheap and good, it is still prosperous, and the air seems to be filled with sweet and sour taste.

"Hot hands hey - iron broad beans, kidney bean cakes Oh......" Hong Yuesheng remembered that the vendor who sold kidney bean cakes in the winter was a thin fifty-year-old man, no matter the cold or heat or the wind and snow, he always arrived here on time from eight o'clock in the morning, and then sold it all day, sometimes until midnight.

So Hong Yuesheng followed the sound and walked over, and sure enough, he saw Hong Lingzi squatting in front of the oval incubator in front of the old man, staring at the steaming kidney beans and fragrant broad beans in the open box with bright eyes.

"Goo-du-du~" There was a sound of pouring wine beside him, he turned his head, it was the phoenix butterfly that he couldn't find just now, she was wearing a dark green jacket, she was holding a half-eared wheat beer in one hand, and the other hand was holding a half-canned wheat beer, strolling into the AR light. When she passed by Hong Yuesheng, he almost felt the slight breath and faint aroma of the phoenix butterfly again.

"Poof!" Looking at the different sizes and colors of Lingzi, and the pitiful and pleading eyes, Feng Die not only laughed and squirted out the beer in her mouth. "Okay, okay, give you money." She pulled a few coins out of her pocket. At this time, she turned her head to look in Hong Yuesheng's direction, as if he was really standing there shaking his head to dissuade Feng Die from being too accustomed to Lingzi.

Hong Yuesheng looked at her with a slight tilt of her head, and her eyes showed sad tears.

"Don't take it as an example, "strict big brother"~" Feng Die made fun of Hong Yuesheng, and still stuffed the coin into Lingzi's hand. Lingzi was about to pick it up, but Feng Die pulled her hand back again:

"You can only buy kidney bean cakes, not iron fava beans, it will break your teeth."

Reiko cracked her three-petaled mouth and laughed, with sharp shark-like teeth in her mouth, which seemed to be far from the teeth that would be broken by broad beans... Still, she nodded sharply.

"Go ahead!" Feng Die smiled and rubbed Reiko's short, pale hair as she rushed towards the stall like a lame kitten.

The old man had been setting up a street stall since before the Asian-American War, and he had long been accustomed to the strange appearance of a crippled person like Reiko. He took the coin, put the boiled kidney beans on a clean white cloth, tightened the mouth, and squeezed them into a round cake on the palm of his hand. No matter how much people buy, he does it one by one, very seriously, very patiently, and when the shape is squeezed, then sprinkled with salt and pepper, and then the steaming kidney bean cake is handed to Lingzi...

"Which direction shall we go?" The white tiger's voice called Hong Yuesheng back from his memories. It turned out that they had come to a crossroads, and although they were also from the old city, the white tiger was actually from the countryside, and the mirage was not so familiar to him.

Hong Yuesheng shook her head, and with difficulty moved her gaze away from the illusion of Lingzi and the vendor on the left corner of the street, moved the light to the right, and the figure of Lingzi, who was holding kidney bean cakes in both hands and eating contentedly, disappeared.

"Turn right and take the main road." He said that was the direction of Harunoran Street. Since he sensed the possibility that Feng Die was still alive during the Governor's Mansion incident, Feng Die's house was the first destination he wanted to see. The light shone on the broken command lamp hanging crookedly above, the traffic light was like a resurrected soul, standing up from the entity again, the red light dissipated, the green light turned on, and a group of passers-by waiting for passage below suddenly came out of the pink smoke, a group of elementary school students holding small flags ran over, the white tiger was already huge, and now he was driving the Lionheart King mecha, and he couldn't dodge, and the noisy and laughing elementary school students "swished" through his body.

The white tiger clutched his chest and turned his head to look behind him, and the children had already run into the void behind them and disappeared. He looked down at his feet again, but there were only bones of the corpse, and he exhaled deeply, but he couldn't control his rapid breathing due to inexplicable nervousness.

The roar of the elevator was like a low gasp for breath, and it finally reached the lowest level of the hospital.

When the first door opened, there was a thicker, special alloy door in front of it, on which the words "R (Mental Correction Center)" were clearly displayed. As the mechanical rollers turned, the door slowly opened to the sides, revealing a tall, blonde-haired Brunhilde.

Outside the elevator is a dark gray reinforced concrete corridor that leads to the depths, lined with more like a felon's cell than a ward, with a small ventilation window.

As soon as Brunhilde stepped out of the elevator, infrared light swept over her body, and the overhead radio rang out:

“___l_，_！！ (You will be admitted to a severe psychiatric ward, and all visitors must strictly follow the rules of visitation!!) ）”

Mixed with the sound of warnings was the terrifying wails of the wards on both sides of the corridor, the sound of banging on the door, and the cries of the cries, like a tormented hell.

But as Brunhilde progressed, the song of the foreign language gradually replaced the mournful voice, which, contrary to the other patients, was inexplicably calm:

“_.

.”

“it_y，

v_.”

The singing came from the room at the end of the hallway, and as Brunhilde approached, the intercom in the door lit up:

“!!! (Warning!!) Visitors should stay away from the glass! ）”

_______s_of_e._n_if_ns！ (Please be sure not to take it lightly, so far there have been more than 10 medical staff with varying degrees of mental damage, if you encounter any abnormalities, please press the emergency button under the table immediately!) ）”

Brünnhilde nodded, and the alloy door opened along the slide rail with the sound of the motor, and the singing in the room continued:

“_，

ty_zh_i……”

A woman tightly bound by a psychiatric restraint suit, sitting with her back in the thick glass compartment that separates visitors and patients, humming the song alone. She had the same blonde hair as Brunhilde, but the blinding white light in the visitation room made her blonde hair look pale and disheveled and so sparse that she could even see her scalp.

Hearing Brunhilde walk in, the woman stopped chanting, her taut back trembling slightly.

"My little tulip ~ Kesi Gardak," the woman called out an unfamiliar name in Yaning, "here you are." ”

Kosgardak... Brunhilde reappeared in front of his childhood garden, and behind the delicate tulip flowers in the sun, there was a sparkling blue sea.

"Yes, I'm here." The sliding door closed heavily, and Brunhilde's voice echoed in a low voice through the room: "Mrs. Sauerhuan." ”

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When he saw that the attic under the broken intercity train tracks on Chunzhilan Street was still alive again, Hong Yuesheng couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. Hurriedly rushed to the former residence of the phoenix butterfly, but the Lionheart King Mecha had just stepped into the attic, and the already decaying steps were overwhelmed and turned to ashes. Hong Yuesheng stumbled, but immediately activated the thruster behind him to help the mecha land smoothly.

However, the steps leading to the second floor in front of him were like lit leads, turning into smoke from bottom to top, and eventually the entire building melted into the smoke of incense.

Hong Yuesheng was stunned, raised his hand, and the ashes slid down from the fingers of the manipulator. He looked gloomy and sighed.

When~when~when~

Suddenly there was a bell in the distance, and that direction was far from the range of the AR rays, which was real.

"White Tiger! Let's check it out! Hong Yuesheng immediately manipulated the mecha to turn around and run in the direction of the bell like the wind, and the white tiger behind him also hurriedly followed.

Passing through the flower street lined with yellow, yellow, red and red broken ribbons, you will see a temple full of scaffolding that is being rebuilt: this is the place where Hong Yuesheng, Feng Die and Lingzi come to worship the Buddha during the New Year's holidays.

Passing through the white sand courtyard that looks like a sea of clouds and the outer hall that is full of incense pagodas, the bell of Dangdang is getting closer and closer. Hong Yuesheng seemed to be able to hear the ode of Buddhist scriptures in the past, smell the smell of incense, and the sound of the wooden tube containing hundreds of bamboo sticks swaying.

"What if the bamboo skewer is vicious?" Hong Yuesheng, who was still immature in the past, echoed in his ears.

Hong Yuesheng manipulated the mecha and pushed open the tall wooden door of the main hall in front of him! In the empty main hall square, the blood-red streamer connected to the pendulum above fluttered in the breeze, and it was the butterfly holding the streamer below, she turned her head, the breeze blew her beautiful face, and the smile she showed was like a peach blossom bathing in the rain:

Then keep shaking it until it reaches "Yoshi". ”

。。。。。。

"Do you remember? When you were a child, your father and I used to sing this lullaby to you. ”

Sitting across from Brunhilde, the female patient who had always called her "Kosgardak" wriggled her body and the swivel chair "creaked" and carried her around. Her cheeks were extremely emaciated, her lips were shriveled, and there was barely flesh. The long-term painful torture made it difficult to tell her actual age, and the skin of her dull face drooped down, looking very horrible. Only the large, emerald-colored eyes stared nervously at Brunhilde, with a faint green light shining inside.

Brünnhilde nodded.

"You don't talk much today... The woman, who was called Madame Sauerwan, said, "But I dreamed of you last night, and in my dreams you talked a lot. ”

"I..."

I met a guy that Brünnhilde wanted to say.

But she stopped talking, swallowed back the words that had already come to her lips, and said, "I'm fine, but I'm finally free to come and see you." ”

"Really?" Mrs. Sauerwan stiffened her head, and the bones of her neck made a screeching voice of Grara, "Don't you want me to know more?" ”

She gently lifted the only half of her right hand that emerged from the bondage cloak, towards the glass compartment, her pale fingers swaying in front of Brünnhilde like butterfly wings, as if there was a kind of soul magic...

Brunhilde was momentarily attracted by the fluctuation of the magic, but she reacted quickly, leaned back in her chair, and floated on the isolation glass in front of her as if it were under the water:

!!! (Warning!!) Stay away from the glass! ）

When she came to her senses, she not only did not raise her hand, but involuntarily reached out to the emergency rescue button under the table.

Mrs. Sauerhuan's lips were slightly raised after her long hair was scattered, and she laughed:

"Hehehe, would you rather believe the words of your enemy than your own mother?"

She pretended to be sad: "This is really sad." Are you afraid that I will take your soul? Don't be afraid~ How could I take my daughter's soul? ”

Brünnhilde shook his head and stood up, and Mrs. Sauerwan continued: "Are you going to leave so soon? ”

"I just hope you're well, and I'm relieved to see you're okay." Brunhilde pretended to be calm and replied, in fact, when Mrs. Sauerhuan's hand approached her just now, even though there was a thick glass through it, she still felt as if her heart was about to be hollowed out for a moment, and now she still had a sense of emptiness.

"It's getting late, I still have a task to do." She said, turned and left.

"Hey, the man you want to ask... Mrs. Sauerwan suddenly uttered a thoughtless remark, and Brünnhilde turned his head and looked at his mother with wide eyes.

"It's fruitless love, forget about him." She said.

"Two masters! Dangerous!!! ”

The white tiger shouted, and actually raised the machine gun in his hand and fired at the phoenix butterfly in front of Hong Yuesheng! The gunfire pierced the clothes on the face, neck, and chest of the phoenix. . .

"White Tiger, what are you doing!!" Hong Yuesheng shouted hysterically, but instead raised his gun towards the white tiger, and with the other hand wanted to help the battered phoenix butterfly, but he didn't expect a dry corpse with a scorched black body, muscles and bones that had been adhered to each other suddenly pounced on him through the phoenix butterfly's body, and the big mouth like a black hole bit Hong Yuesheng's face!!

Bang! Just when the dried corpse was close to Hong Yuesheng's face, the white tiger's firepower bullet pierced through the chest of the dried corpse, and its entire body shattered in the air like black ore, shattering and scattering to the ground. The head roller was on the ground, turned a few times, and finally stopped looking at Hong Yuesheng with half a face, and it could be vaguely seen that it was the abbot who used to distribute food to Hong Yuesheng, but his bloodless face was full of hideousness.

Only then did Hong Yuesheng realize that it was because he was too focused just now, and he didn't even recognize that it was the virtual image of the phoenix butterfly superimposed on the dry corpse under the pendulum.

He glanced bitterly at the abbot's corpse, then turned back to the white tiger and nodded in apology. The white tiger smiled stupidly, not minding being pointed at by Hong just now.

"But..." The white tiger looked at the remains of the dried corpse and asked, "What the hell is this??" ”

Before the words were finished, I heard the terrible screams and noisy stomping sounds outside the temple.

"It's the bell!" Hong Yuesheng suddenly realized: "The bell has attracted "them"!! ”

Sure enough, the originally empty street was suddenly filled with hundreds of black dried corpses that suddenly came out of nowhere, rushing towards the temple from all directions like waves rushing towards the center of the whirlpool!

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