Chapter 3: Missing Memory

"What the hell are you going to do! I can hand over the Doge's Palace to you, but the communications must not be cut off! That's the only hope for the planet! ”

One day seven years ago, Xiang Jiuxi waded through the blood and was forced into the corner of the wall by more than a dozen guards.

Just now, the Doge's Palace has undergone a bloody coup d'Γ©tat.

The rebels were numerous, and they wiped out people with different political views, and Xiang Jiuxi was the last one to be cleaned up.

"I really envy your optimism, and I still think that there will be hope for the earth." Behind the guards stepped a man with gold-rimmed glasses.

The man pulled out a white silk handkerchief from his jacket pocket and covered his nostrils to block the smell of blood.

"How are you?!"

Xiang Jiuxi was taken aback, he couldn't imagine that the person behind everything was actually the person he believed in the most.

The man shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's not me, it's someone else, from the moment you distribute the supplies to the refugees, your end is already doomed." ”

Xiang Jiuxi sneered, and instantly lost his enthusiasm for arguing.

"What about my sister, what are you going to do with her?" Before he died, he still couldn't rest assured that his only relative.

"Don't worry, I have prepared a pure white dress for her, she will soon become my governor's wife, and she will be well taken care of."

The man turned his head sideways and whispered to the captain of the guard, "Her children will be well taken care of as well." ”

The captain's expression changed suddenly, and he immediately raised his long knife and approached Xiang Jiuxi: "Don't talk nonsense with him, let me send him on the road!" ”

"Wait!"

The man stopped the captain and stepped forward alone: "I have one last word to say to him." ”

Xiang Jiuxi was covered with knife wounds, and he couldn't even lift his arms, so he could only be slaughtered quietly.

The man lifted his glasses, walked in front of Xiang Jiuxi, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "Tell you secretly, I also killed the old governor." ”

"You brute!"

Xiang Jiuxi's dilated pupils instantly gathered, and he clenched his fists with the last bit of strength and swung towards the man.

The man deftly avoided the attack, took out a shiny revolver from his waist, and aimed it at Xiang Jiuxi's forehead: "Oh! I almost forgot, that useless old thing is your father, you two are really a stinky inheritance, even if you die! ”

"Smack!"

With a crisp gunshot, Xiang Jiuxi's last picture was frozen on a weird smile.

"Throw this garbage out."

……

Time comes back to the present.

Xiang Jiuxi stood in the middle of the refugees, touched the bullet marks on his forehead, and muttered: "Come to think of it, it turns out that I am the governor of this city......"

"Click!"

A muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and golden lightning briefly illuminated the entire city.

The gray-white steel jungle is covered with moss that grows wildly without sunlight, and the bones of animals and humans can be seen everywhere.

In front of the iron gate of the Governor's Palace, refugees from all over the city gathered.

By the light of lightning, the refugees saw that the wall was already full of guards, and they took their bows and twisted arrows, and the black arrows were aimed at the wall.

Standing in the most prominent position in the center of the guard stood a mild-mannered man, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, smiling and looking down at the people under the wall.

Suddenly, his smile froze, and his gaze was fixed on Xiang Jiuxi.

Sure enough, it's not dead......

"Lord Governor, do you want to clean it up now?" Liu Feng stood behind the man with glasses and asked respectfully.

The Governor grimaced and said, "Wait. ”

Liu Feng took three steps back and turned his ear to the governor so that he could hear the governor's order as soon as possible.

The Governor pushed his eyes down and muttered to himself, "I'm going to let you die slowly, slowly, slowly in despair, just like your useless daddy!" ”

As he spoke, he licked his lips excitedly, and the corners of his mouth raised a strange arc.

Lightning is fleeting.

Xiang Jiuxi saw the face of the governor on the city wall clearly by lightning, and for some reason, his heart was very calm now, and he couldn't even hate the enemy who killed his father.

They have spent the most precious seven years in the muddy, maybe they have missed the signal of Mars, Noah's Ark will really not return, these people will come to an end sooner or later, what's the point of worrying about the gains and losses of grievances.

But...... Is there really no hope?

Xiang Jiuxi has never been a cowardly person, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, he will not give up easily. At this moment, he has only one thought in his heart, and that is to take back control of the Doge's Mansion and re-establish a radio station to connect with Mars!

A fire burned in Xiang Jiuxi's heart, and he pushed aside the congested refugees and rushed towards the gate of the Governor's Palace.

For some reason, the refugees saw the hope of "life" in Xiang Jiuxi's eyes, so they avoided a passage one after another, allowing Xiang Jiuxi to pass smoothly.

Xiang Jiuxi quickly came to the rusty iron gate of the Governor's Palace, and reached out to brush away the dust covering the iron door, revealing a trace in the shape of a handprint.

He wiped his palm and pressed it against the mark.

"The successful palmprint recognition certificate is about to open the door for you. Welcome back, Lord Governor. A mechanical female voice greeted her through the door.

"Bang bang."

Then there was the sound of gears running, and the heavy door was slowly being opened.

"You are! You're the Governor! The person closest to Xiang Jiuxi looked at Xiang Jiuxi's side face in disbelief and shouted in a trembling voice.

The voice quickly spread among the refugees.

"Governor Xiang...... Governor Xiang is back? ”

"The door was opened by Governor Xiang! Let's rush in with Governor Xiang! ”

"That's right! Rush in! ”

……

As if they had found a savior, the refugees cheered and gathered around Xiang Jiuxi.

But Xiang Jiuxi was not happy, because when the iron door was opened, he also felt a slight vibration.

"That's ......"

A huge gap slowly opened through the door, and many of the refugees who couldn't hold it back had already rushed in.

"Wait! Can't get in yet! ”

"Boom!"

A loud bang came from behind the door with the sound of bones shattering, and then smoke and dust rose and blocked people's views.

"Ahem, ahem!"

By the time the smoke cleared, the iron gate was open, but instead of a road leading to the governor's palace, a boulder gate had fallen from the sky, blocking the doorway.

The refugees who rushed in first had been smashed to pulp, with only stumps mixed with blood exposed to the edge of the boulder.

The refugees fell back into despair, and they looked at the minced flesh under the boulder and turned their eyes back to Xiang Jiuxi.

Xiang Jiuxi was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head and looked up at the top of the city wall.

Countless pairs of hollow eyes, with nowhere to place, followed and looked at the tall city walls.

"Do you really have to do this......" Xiang Jiuxi looked at the governor on the wall and muttered.

The Governor lowered his eyes, admiring the desperation in the dim light.

Then, he waved his hand at Liu Feng.

"Yes!"

Liu Feng understood, drew his saber sharply, and pointed to the wall: "Release the arrow!" ”

Boom, boom, boom!

The guards' arrows rained down, but it was strange that there was no scream under the wall, and the person who was hit by the arrow just slowly lay on the ground, **, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The refugees who had gathered began to scatter in all directions, neither running nor dodging, but walking and walking stiffly in the rain of arrows, returning to their original places and crouching down as before, as if nothing had happened.

Xiang Jiuxi also completely lost his aura and left the Governor's Mansion with the crowd.

The riot is over.