"Click".

Bering's hand pressed on the table, and it took almost all his strength to control his body and not fall backwards.

At this moment, he felt a whirlwind of the world, as if he was being placed in a high-speed blender, next to the colorful filler and the sound of the bellows were as noisy as a crow, and his spirit was scattered into pieces.

"Ahem......"

Bering coughed twice, although his physical state was very different from "alive", but the habits left over from his life still allowed him to use this way to relieve his "pain" when he was uncomfortable.

This pain is not physical, Bering's body has been cold for an unknown amount of time, and it is unlikely that he will regain the weight of life in this way.

In fact, at the moment this perception is entirely acting on his spirit.

Grabbing his scarf, Bering coughed again: "Ahem...... Even with Zou Ye, this kind of prediction of the future spanning hundreds of years is still very difficult......"

The effects of the sedatives are fading, and the same heavy pain that has been spent countless times is coming in little by little.

"Hiss......"

Bering stumbled and fell straight into the chair next to him.

His pale face turned even paler.

But fortunately, this feeling comes and goes quickly.

After ten minutes, Bering had gradually regained his calm.

"Hoo ......"

He struggled to get up from his chair while propping his hands on the table and focusing on the big screen in front of him.

Right now, it's overwhelmingly dark on this big screen.

Everything he had experienced before, and at the end of the memory, Wu Da's hoarse howl was like an abrupt and strange dream. Bering was the "Alice" who broke into the dream, and when the sun hung on the branches again, he also escaped from that dream.

But what was in the dream was deeply imprinted in his heart.

Looking at his palm, Bering muttered to himself: "Time, and...... I? ”

It's hard to describe how Bering is feeling right now.

On the one hand, it was because so many things were rudely poured into his head, which made Bering's brain a little confused; On the other hand, it is also because he has not yet recovered from the vicissitudes and heaviness brought by the spanning of time, and he sees many things as if he is ghosted.

But he already has a certain ability to organize his thoughts: 'Is the personality of time me?' No, he can't technically be me anymore. He is actually the real Bering - I don't know how many Berings are all gathered in Him, and there is nothing more representative of Bering itself than Him. ’

And at the moment, Bai Ling himself looks like a false phantom, like a "sub-personality" split from that Bering, and it is a very strange kind.

That's true.

Bai Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Indeed, as Wu Dayou said, this world is too absurd.

Evaders and losers like Wu Dayou have brought a lot of progress to saving the world. And those who use their foreknowledge to force themselves to death are instead packed into the grandeur of contradictions like fillers.

If there is a script in this world, then the screenwriter must be the worst fatalist.

Rubbing his head, Bering's thoughts were recovering little by little: 'Now the question is, what do I need to rely on to stop the self-destruction of time?' ’

If He had to destroy himself because of his ambivalence, was it true that after I resolved His contradictions, He would be able to live together? Should the law of time be stripped from that Bering, or should the law of time be formed into a white personality...... Give it a solution? ’

Both approaches feel reasonable, and the commonalities are obvious.

That is, Bering didn't even know how to start.

Whether it was to kill time or "Bering", he was at a loss and had no clue at all.

Perhaps the only thing that can be called a breakthrough is the "heart" that Wu Dayou left for himself.

Thinking of this, Bering bent down and leaned into the chassis underneath.

It didn't take long for him to carry a box with many lines attached to the back and put it on the table.

Knocking on the box, Bering thoughtfully said, 'What's in this thing...... Is it Wu Dayou's heart? ’

That guy is crazy.

Bering kind of understood why that guy could live for hundreds of years, you know, even freezing can't do this. At least with current technology, there is simply no way to guarantee that the human body will thaw after six hundred years without a complete collapse.

I'm afraid that by the time he "plucked" his heart, he was no longer an ordinary human being.

Then Wu Dayou's crazy performance can be understood.

Xenomorphs are all neurotics, and this is the conclusion that Bering came to after dealing with many xenotypes.

Even if it seems normal, it is definitely a recessive neuropathy.

And Wu Dayou estimated that after becoming a different species, his spirit was completely alienated, so that people were not ghosts and ghosts, just like crazy demons.

He may have had similar signs a long time ago.

With a sigh, Bering refocused his gaze on the box in front of him.

Next to the box was a label with an unusually scribbled handwriting. However, the scribbling is a little sloppy, but it can be seen that the writer has a certain calligraphy skills.

This allowed Bering to find a common ground between himself and Wu Dayou.

Their handwriting is pretty good.

Holding this label and glancing at the words on the label, Bering couldn't help but fall silent.

The label reads: "Emergency Food - Pig Heart (Garbage)]

There are still some blood stains next to the label, which can probably be inferred that the person who wrote at the time still had some blood on his body.

I don't know what kind of mood Wu Dayou used to dig out his heart from his chest and write this line of words......

After a moment's hesitation, Bering pressed a button on the box.

After a while, a soft white shimmer suddenly lit up inside the box.

Through these soft lights, Bering could see at a glance the crimson heart that was still pulsating slightly inside the box.

The heart in the box was beating extremely powerfully, not at all like an organ that had been separated from the human body, but was still drawing blood from Wu Dayou's body and feeding all parts of the body.

Must be chewy.

Looking at this heart, Bering's mind couldn't help but flash this absurd thought.

He quickly shook his head and shook the thought out of his head.

It must have been influenced by Wu Dayou, and even his thinking had such an inexplicable change......

After a few seconds of pause, Bering stuffed the box back underneath.

Just like Wu Dayou said, at present, this heart has not yet reached the time when it needs to be opened.

When everything was cleaned up, Bering opened the door to the room.

Then he dodged and dodged a drink bottle thrown by the Red Spider.

"It's been too long!" "There's nothing here, not even webs!" ”

Looking at the red spider shouting loudly, I don't know why, Bering actually felt a trace of kindness.

Maybe it's because in that future, the spider mite hasn't appeared for a long time. Now as soon as it appeared, it really gave Bering a sense of down-to-earth heaviness.

He picked up the bottle on the floor and put it in the display case next to it: "Sorry, but it's fine." ”

Oh?

Hearing this, the witch turned her head and glanced at Bering.

"Done?" She asked.

Bering bowed slightly: "Almost." ”

At least for now, he's figured out most of the stuff, and only a few things are still undecided.

And from Wu Dayou, Bering also got a key factor.

That is the existence of the madman ferryman in the narrow space of time, and it is not completely manipulated by the oathbreaker.

That woman had time to deal with herself, which meant that the oathbreaker couldn't completely manipulate her. As a "Bering" who has betrayed his duties, and has transformed himself into a xenomorph, the oath breaker has basically nothing to do with time.

Therefore, even if he wants to make Bering through the ferryman, I am afraid it will take a lot of effort.

In that case, then I can temporarily contact those people tomorrow.

Originally, he was worried that the alien species distorted as a "prophet", that is, Nostradamus, would be omniscient.

Looking at Wu Da like that now, I'm afraid Nostradamus is also a crazy critic with mental problems.

After groaning, Bai Ling looked at Yang Qianxi next to him.

"Thank you very much," Bering said, "and I know a lot from here, and it helps me a lot." ”

Yang Qianxi also looked at him with a smile.

She said slowly, "If you can find it useful, that's great." Although Lao Wu sometimes speaks with his brain, he does know a lot of things. And he often worries that there is no way to pass on the things he knows. ”

"I actually always knew that we weren't the same kind of person as him," Yang Qianxi walked to the side and gently stroked the mottled wall, "He should be a more special and strange guy." It's like a wolf, always licking its wounds where we can't see it. Sometimes I'm anxious and distressed, but I can't help it. Because I couldn't see what he saw, I couldn't understand what he knew. ”

As she spoke, Yang Qianxi turned her head to look at Bai Ling: "This is information that only you can understand, and it is also a meaningful inheritance that can only be in your hands." None of us can do it, neither can anyone else, but you can. ”

"So it should be me thank you," Yang Qianxi said, bending slightly towards Bering, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid he wouldn't have died in peace." ”

Bering helped her up: "You are serious." ”

From Wu Dayou, Bering really knows a lot, although the most important thing has not been solved, but at least it has given him a great harvest.

Then the next step is to go to another "loser".

Thinking so, Bering glanced up at the ceiling.

From the mouth of Wu Dayou, a "loser", he learned so many secrets. So what does he gain from another "loser" who has lived longer and is even crazier?

Can you find ...... How to crack time in the true sense of the word?

Retracting his thoughts, Bering whispered, "Okay, let's go back." ”

"When you get there, turn on your phone and dial this number," Bering said to the witch, calling a call at the same time, "and tell the person on the phone that I'm back." It's in Yanju right now. ”

"They'll know what to do."

——

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the globe, Western Europe.

The graceful and luxurious Lionheart King couldn't help but feel excited when he looked at the flickering light in front of him.

He turned his head to look at the man hidden under the cloak, and said in a tone that could not hide his excitement: "This is what you said ...... 'origin'?" ”

The cloaked man chuckled, "That's right. ”

He stretched out his hand, the skin of his hand withered to the bark of an old tree: "This is the 'Origin', the key to everything, and the key to escaping the constraints of time. ”

The cloaked man said lightly, "And now, it's yours, Your Majesty." ”

Lionheart finally couldn't help it and laughed twice: "Yes, it's mine now!" ”

"What Hermes dreamed of finding, now in the palm of my hand!" King Lionheart's heart was thrilled, "I can be like Him...... No, it is above Him! ”

Speaking of this, King Lionheart's tone was filled with a hint of gnashing of teeth: "That madman, the madman who turned me into a monster, probably never dreamed that he once had no intention of inserting willows, and now he has the treasure he dreamed of!" ”

Listening to the Lionheart's words, the man under the cloak sneered silently, as if he was mocking something.

Soon, the cloaked man reached out and pinched the ball of light and handed it to the Lionheart.

Without a moment's hesitation, the Lionheart King directly caught the ball of light.

Then, he suddenly reached out and crushed the ball of light!

In the next second, light burst out from the round sphere, as if the morning sun hit the dew drops of the leaves, refracting a colorful color.

And the greedy expression of the Lionheart King was also reflected in this light.

"Oh oh oh oh!!"

The Lionheart King looked at the golden light in front of him and said excitedly, "Power, indescribable power is pouring into my body!" ”

"They're transforming my body, they're strengthening me!" He laughed, "yes, that's the key!" I am on the verge of becoming the 'only' in this world, the real 'king'! ”

"Come on, come on! Let me ......"

Before the Lionheart could finish.

In the next second, his face suddenly changed!

"This, this?!"

The Lionheart looked at his body in disbelief: "Isn't it strengthening and improving my body?!" Why, why do I feel like my body is a little bit out of my own and something else?! ”

"What the hell is going on, Prophet?!"

Listen to his voice.

The cloaked man smiled.

"Nothing," said the man under the cloak with a smile, "just a small 'gift'." ”

"You've waited too long, too long, the ferryman of time."

Nostradamus calmly looked at the Lionheart in front of him: "This is my gift for you - a shell of deed. Put him on and get out of that room. ”

"The Enemy of Time is waiting for you to hunt down."

The voice fell.

Soon, Lionheart felt like his skin was peeling off little by little.

It's like an orange, stripped of its exterior and revealing its more tender fruit.

In the golden glow, Lionheart's skin was gradually turning white, and his proud bronzed chest was gradually shrinking and plumping.

"Uh......!"

Lionheart clutched his throat and looked at Nostradamus with resentment.

"You calculate...... I! He growled, "How dare you...... How dare you?! ”

In the face of the hatred of this top xenomorph in Western Europe, Nostradamus just smiled calmly.

"I've been waiting a long time," Nostradamus said, "and it's a long time to wait for the fruit to ripen, but fortunately, the harvest is always pleasant." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. When I look at you, I always imagine what kind of freshness is brewing beneath that exterior. Because of this obsession, I have endured it until now. And now, I finally don't have to put up with it anymore. ”

Wait until the last word falls.

The skin on Lionheart's body has finally faded completely.

A new, special being took over his body, transforming him into a softer figure.

And this person's name is the "ferryman" of the narrow time!

Glancing at his baggy clothes.

The ferryman said expressionlessly: "I'm coming, my 'only'." ”

"You have to ...... Wait for me. ”

(End of chapter)