Somewhere, there was a roar all around, and it was as noisy as a dozen rock bands turning on the stereo together. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the dark space, there are strange large instruments placed around, those instruments hidden in the dark are flashing with colorful light, all the instruments are working at high power for a goal, the man who can't see clearly sits in the middle of the instrument against the wall, a large number of pipes are inserted in his back, and the hot energy is constantly transmitted into his body, if there is a light source near it at this moment, you will see that the surface of those pipes is flushed with red color, with a hot high temperature.

The man gasped rapidly, his throat continued to emit uncomfortable wheezing as if he was about to suffocate, the muscles of his whole body were pricked, the sweat was uncontrollable, he was sweating like a spring, and from time to time he raised his hand to press his forehead, and his eyes shot into the distance in the darkness through the gap between his fingers, with an unknown sense of fierceness.

"Almost, just a little bit, I can get rid of this hellish place, and this lowly energy," he said in an anxious and irritated tone, "This disgusting smell of blood, like a rotting animal carcass, why do I have to use the things of this lowly place to buffer the loss of strength, it is because this place is not suitable for my original body and full strength, and I will only be weakened if I stay here." ”

He angrily slammed the mountain wall behind him, and with such force that he punched out the hollow of the cylinder, and in those cracked cracks, there was a strange red fire flashing. He tore his hair hard, and kept screaming from his mouth, as if to vent the humiliation and anger in his heart, and the shaking of his body caused the pipe behind him to rattle. But elsewhere, the mining was going on, and the noise of the place was well drowned out.

The pain caused by the process of transmitting the extracted energy into the body is not only the rejection of the man himself, but more importantly, the man has no tolerance that he needs such a despicable thing to maintain his strength, and every drop of energy instilled into the body is like a worm crawling out of the sewer burrowing into the body, which makes him feel sick to his stomach.

He knew that he didn't belong to this place, and he hated this wild place from the bottom of his heart that didn't deserve his identity.

"How long has it been since I was ordered to come to this savage place," the man gasped as he looked up, he couldn't remember when he had come to this place, for him the memory of his actions in this world was just a stain on his own cognition, "enough of being nested among those rats and ants. ”

He glanced at the clock hanging next to him, it was past one o'clock in the morning. The appointed time was almost up, he thought to himself.

So he grabbed the wrench on the side, gritted his teeth and hesitated for a moment, and finally with a feeling of enduring humiliation, he pulled the wrench to the bottom with a hideous face, all the instruments were fully opened, and the indicator light flashed wildly.

In the depths of the pitch darkness, the man's screams spread.

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In the open cavern, below which are a large number of staggered railroad tracks, paved with paths carved out of the surrounding walls, the rails are like snakes sticking out of the hole that leads to the mouth of the cave, and leading to another hole, and the place is more like a complex labyrinth if you leave the surface of the cave.

At the top of this space, on a not too small stand, an ancient wooden round table with carved patterns was placed near the railing, and the old man with an old face but a strong physique sat calmly at the table, dressed in a neat suit, as if any place was a banquet for him, and he needed to take out the connotation and go all out, he picked up the teacup on the tray and slowly drank the drink inside.

"Mr. Born, I don't know if you feel comfortable with the accommodation prepared for you. The old man blew the hot air in front of the cup, and he noticed the footsteps of the comer, and asked without looking back.

"It's okay, thank you Mr. Jonah for your help, I'm not picky," said the white-haired man in a white coat who walked up the stairs behind the stands, straightened his clothes, and sat down on the chair next to the old man, "Are people like you who love to drink tea?" He watched the old man pour the liquid from the cup in one go, and couldn't help but ask.

"I also know an old man in the world over there, not long ago, he was my boss, the pinnacle of our position there, usually looks steady and warm, but when necessary, it is as if he has seen the Shura Rakshasa , except for important meeting occasions, most of our conversations with him are invited by him to the room, he is there to make tea and drink tea, he seems to have always been inseparable from the tea. ”

"Different people are different, older people love to drink tea, because the fragrance of tea can calm people's hearts, suitable for people to calm down, quiet down can be nostalgic and reminiscing," the old man said, "the so-called tea, in fact, is to borrow tea to re-taste their past." Because there is not much time left, I can't help but think about the past, everything I have walked and experienced. ”

"Miss," Beaune pondered, "but sometimes he doesn't feel the same way." ”

"For example?"

"Standing alone in front of the window, half hidden in the shadows, but from his side he saw the casual look in his eyes, with a ruthlessness not to match his age, like," Born thought for a moment, "like the feeling I had when I first saw Mr. Jonah, like the fire had not been extinguished, and the world was going to burn again." ”

"That's what you say," said Jonah, "knowing that you are at the end of the road, but even then you have to choose your own final path, precisely because you think about the past, and finally see through what you want, even if the oil runs out, you will at least set the earth on fire." ”

But whether it is the former or the latter, it is the person who understands that he is going to come to an end, and he is just one of the countless old things that have been eliminated by the world. ”

"Sure enough, Mr. Jonah gave me a different feeling. Bohn said again, looking at the liquid in the cup, which was pure black in color, and did not look like tea.

"Tell me about it. ”

"Mr. Jonah said that they are the kind of people who see the end of themselves, let go of everything and accept it silently, or want to be ruthless at the end, but you give me the feeling that it is not at all the end, as if it can continue to burn," Born picked up his cup and took a sip, a strong bitterness hit the coating of his tongue, he instantly wrinkled his brows, and put down the cup, "Coffee?"

"The black coffee, which I deliberately picked, retains the bitterness in the coffee beans for the maximum, and does not add a little milk and sugar, I need this bitter taste. Jonah put down his glass.

"It tastes more bitter than the most unpalatable medicine. Born watched Jonah get up and walk to the fence of the stands, the strong bitterness was too strong, just that mouthful, the bitterness still lingered in his mouth.

"I don't need tea, because I can't go to the end yet, eternity, all I need is this, so the past or memory should be the step of the future that I keep walking towards, and it can only be, and the bitter taste can make me sober my brain to look at the present, instead of immersing myself in the aftertaste of the past. With his hands behind his back, Jonah stopped at the railing and looked down at the open workspace below, as if he were standing on a high vantage point and watching everything.

Bohn felt that he and this man were completely two worlds, he understood what kind of road they had chosen, a narrow and dangerous road, a single-plank bridge that no one wanted to approach, and the consequence of accidentally stumbling was to fall into the abyss and fall to pieces, and this old man was different, everything about him seemed to be a collection of desires and ambitions, and there was no fixed goal to shake his hand, but to keep climbing the process itself, and the so-called goal was just a foothold for some auxiliary climbing in the process.

He felt that the conversation could no longer be carried out between the two of them.

"The two of you have arrived. The old man's voice was facing both of them at the same time. It just so happened that at this time, a third person arrived.

"It's finally here. Born looked at the owner of the voice, who was not the same age as Jona, who was old but still alive, but the old man Schwartz had a low body, a wrinkled face, a dark brown complexion, and sparse hair, and obviously a feeling that the candle was about to go out. He wears a white coat and serves as a scientific researcher for his own human realm forces.

"Is he back? Vaughn asked eagerly.

"I'm in a hurry, Mr. Bohn, but yes, Mr. Sora is back," said Shuwartz, "let's go, it's time, the final phase of the final plan should begin." ”

"Since it's your own business, I won't bother with you. Jonah stood aside and said politely.

"No, Mr. Jonah, I hope you can come along, Mr. Sora has something to say to you. ”

Shuhuaz didn't say much, turned around and went down the stairs, Bohn immediately followed, he sniffed his nose, there was a faint smell around him, like the smell of burnt animal carcasses, but it was only a little, and it quickly faded away, when he came up just now, was there such a smell? He thought, thinking that it might be his own delusion, the human world is different from the moonlit night world, maybe his body has not fully adapted to this place.