"Do you really not know the way? Let me tell you. Look at the mines, they were laid out by the Accord; Those fortifications were Healy's work; Those trenches were dug by Ji Yu with brute force. Do you remember these names? ”

Master Duane Wall did not stop torturing, ruthlessly forcing Chu Ming's reason.

"Nope! Who are they? I don't know the way, I really don't know the way! ”

"Then there are some names, if you think about them, like Lieutenant Gunther, like Weckerson and Miss Raya, do you know who they are? Lieutenant Carson or Private Sinbad. ”

"Carson! Sinbad! ”

This name made Chu Ming fall into a trance again, after the huge state machine was activated, some of Chu Ming's history was gradually revealed, and when Master Grosso heard that Chu Ming had used the Sinbad name, he immediately sensed the meaning of this name. I think Chu Ming was in the law at the beginning, and he was messing around for the name.

"Remember? Don't say you forgot your name. ”

Master Duane Wall is pressing in every step. That's the treatment regimen of several masters – to make the madman even crazier. There is no way to fight poison with poison, and no one knows what the results will be.

"Who am I? Headache! Don't think about it, and don't ask me. ”

Chu Ming squatted down in pain while holding his head, and countless fragments of memories impacted his mind that was controlled by the killing.

"You're a loser! You don't even know what you're fighting for. What you do is meaningless because you have lost yourself, you have forgotten who you are. It's rare that you don't feel sad?! Master Duane Wall asked in a loud voice.

"Nope! I have a name, I have it! ”

"Then tell me, say!" Master Duane Wall's voice was like a bolt from the blue

"No!"

Chu Ming jumped up, he couldn't bear all this, he couldn't bear the torture of inner contradictions, he wanted to escape, escape from here, escape from life. The residual power of the body exploded, the life energy and spiritual energy were entangled, and it was about to reach a critical point, maybe the next moment he would blow himself to pieces, maybe this was what he hoped for.

Master Duane Wall did not catch up, the last means had been used, and he sighed, feeling helpless at the impending tragedy.

The old figure of Principal Lindeman stood alone in the distance, and Mr. Barbayaro held him up. Master Grosso stopped talking, and it was useless to say anything now, like a movie, and no one could control the fixed ending.

"Squad leader!"

A poignant voice. A thin figure stood in front of Chu Ming, as if he was about to block a derailed train.

Chu Ming instinctively raised his fist, in his eyes there was only an enemy, everyone was, including himself.

"Squad leader! Wake up! ”

The voice was crying and pleading, facing Chu Ming who was galloping, the surging killing machine made him shake a little, but the thin figure still stood there firmly.

Chu Ming saw a tearful face, a little immature and a little familiar. But Chu Ming didn't stop, he didn't want to remember those painful pasts, he wanted to erase all these things. The person in front of him is a nasty obstacle. Must be cleared!

"Squad leader! It's me, I'm Lucha! ”

The fist was still approaching, the fist wind had arrived, and blood was oozing from Lucha's nose. This punch is so powerful, with the strength of killing people and killing themselves, and with the denial of life and self-denial.

Lucha did not move, his tears were scattered by the fist wind, and the crystal sparkled in the air like dewdrops, like flowers blooming in the evening and withering in the morning, like a match about to burn out.

"Matches! I'm so tired and want to smoke a cigarette. ”

Chu Ming felt tired, and at this time he would usually smoke a cigarette, then rest for a while, and then get up again and devote himself to battle or life. For yourself and for others.

"Lucha! I seem to remember something! Chu Ming's thinking was extending, connecting some fragments of memory.

"Lucha! It's Lucha, it's Lucha. Chu Ming suddenly remembered those countless nights, quietly and busy teaching and cultivating. Although Lu Cha had never fought with Chu Ming, he had been with Chu Ming for a long time, and Chu Ming was also used to treating this future "thinker" as a student and younger brother, like an extension of his own life.

"I remember, I'm not Carson, I'm not Sinbad, I'm Chu Ming, I've always been Chu Ming, I'm living for myself, I have countless friends and relatives who are with me, and we're fighting for our dreams together. I remembered......"

The fist was already very close, and in Lucha's eyes, the fist had blocked all the light, like a weeping cloud on the horizon, rolling in with the sound of thunder.

Suddenly, the fist writhed and brushed the tip of Lucha's nose, and Lucha was unsteady on his feet as the wind was blown by the huge momentum.

The potential energy did not disappear, and after the arc movement, the fist circled in a semicircle and returned along the trajectory from which it came. The amount of force is still huge.

"Bang-"

There was a dull loud bang, and the fist landed on Chu Ming's chest.

"Poof—"

Blood spurted out of Chu Ming's mouth and sprayed Lu Cha's face. This is the blood that is condensed in Chu Ming's chest, the condensation of the blood clan.

"Ahh

Chu Ming let out a long breath and slowly fell, the sky enlarged in his eyes, and the pouring sunlight made all the gloom disappear. In the afterglow of his eyes, a rickety old man walked over with a smile, Chu Ming remembered the sour ice rose juice, which was so cool that it soaked people's hearts, and if you still wanted to drink a glass, there were many old people on the other side of the white wooden fence. What a wonderful feeling that is! It's a pleasure to beat every boring afternoon......

"Rest for a while, you'll get better."

A voice echoed in Chu Ming's ears, accompanied by tiredness. The Sleeping God takes his sledgehammer and smashes every disobedient child to sleep...... The dividing line that had to appear......

The morning sun is always annoying, and the chattering of the watch and the sound of the announcement, if you ignore these things, then the shouting of the teacher in the academic office will penetrate your eardrums, especially the loud voice of the middle-aged woman, who always vents her dissatisfied desires on the lazy students. Didn't she know that the vibration of the vocal cords of the tract could loosen the skin, making all kinds of bulges unable to resist the force of gravity. One day she will understand that inversion will not restore her immortal youth.

Teng –

Chu Ming sat up and dressed haphazardly.

"Where's my phone? And my keys? My meal card? My student ID? And my cigarettes, my lighter, my internet card. Which bastard turned over my stuff! ”

"Squad leader, what did you say?"

"Ian, it's not about you, which bastard, stand up! I'm going to abolish you! ”

"Squad leader, I don't understand."

"Ian, don't mess around. Ian! Chu Ming's eyes widened, and he looked at Ian in front of him blankly, "You!" You! You! Why are you here?! Did you cross over?! ”

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