"Boom ——!!"

The roar shook the earth!

Yellow sand raged in the sky, mixed with contempt for ants.

The pupils that were completely covered by red light became hideous and terrifying, like the deepest resentment and disgust of a person who is extremely resentful for a jealous person.

The figure of the chestnut-haired boy was reflected in the brown pupils, and the blood-red light appeared in front of the retina, and it seemed that only three words were engraved on it, like the devil of hell constantly muttering in his head, full of the words "kill him, kill him".

The heart of the second generation is extremely distorted.

His brain, his thinking, only revolves around one person, the only softness has been branded, and everywhere else, it is instilled with anger and viciousness.

Even if you don't accept brainwashing, your already formed character can't be changed in any way.

Once the person around him has more tenderness in his heart and no longer belongs to himself, the young man's emotions will become more violent and impermanent.

His anger is very heavy, and the belligerent factor and the bloodthirsty factor are stacked in his body, which is the biggest difference between him and the generation.

Because—he's a madman to the extreme.

*

Ling Qi held the gun tightly, and the two miniature guns changed shape in the boy's hands, reorganizing the required functions with the controller's mind, which was much more flexible than the weapons fixed in the laboratory.

The chestnut-haired young man stared vigilantly at the blue-clothed young man in front of him.

The pupils that were completely engulfed by the red light made the second generation look extremely terrifying.

The sneer on the corner of his lips seemed to give people a feeling of extreme suffocation as if death had descended.

"Zero Seven, you know what?" The second generation smiled: "There are too many things in this world that I hate. ”

"You're one of them."

Ling Qi pursed her lips, snorted suddenly, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Coincidentally, there aren't many things that No. 11 hates, but you are among them, do you feel honored?" ”

"Bang!"

Bullets are fired in an instant!

The chestnut-haired boy rolled sideways to the other side of the dune to dodge that blow!

However, the dense ammunition still made it difficult for him to get out completely, and a bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody streak.

The converted gun is the Charge one, which has a rate of fire comparable to that of light.

When he dodged, Ling Qi shot back with the two guns in his hand and shot through the palm of the second generation!

But these wounds were just painless for the teenager.

The blue-clothed young man stared at Ling Qi, who was slightly embarrassed in front of him, and said coldly: "You who don't have direct attack power are not my opponent. ”

The second generation didn't want to waste any more time, the bloody palm tore open the crack, and the rocket artillery shot out in an instant!

Bombarded the sand dunes where Ling Qi was located into a basin!

There are no mechs, and the Zero Seven, which is biased towards auxiliary abilities, has no force to match it.

The chestnut-haired young man's eyes were slightly dull and his breathing was short.

The gun can shoot a protective shield to help him fend off this attack!

But the huge impact of the rocket artillery explosion still made Ling Qi fall backwards!

's hands were shocked by the powerful force, and he didn't have the strength to hold the gun again, and the whole person was thrown away, and then fell heavily in the sand!

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the boy prostrate on the ground, trembling his arms, slowly supporting his body.

The two guns flew to the other side, far away from him, and it was difficult for Ling Qi to crawl over and pick them up, because the young man in blue had already walked up to him, grabbed his collar, and smashed it to the ground!

"Bang!"

The second generation has a very arrogant smile on his face, although his well-behaved and good-looking appearance dyes this smile a little well-behaved, but there is more anger between his eyebrows.

"Goodbye, Zero Seven."

The young man squinted, and the killing intent in his pupils was so cold that he couldn't move.

A gap was torn between the palms of Ling Qi's head, and the second generation knew that this time, it was to say goodbye to No. 07.

His face finally returned to his original innocence and cuteness at this time, but his brown pupils still had a violent force that could not be concealed.

*

Vast desert.

Everything was extremely quiet after the gunshots.

The billowing dust and smoke obscured the sunset and the sky ahead.

It's quiet, but it's noisy.

Silence is heavenly, hustle and bustle is earthly.

The wind was piercing, and the sharp pin-like pain made the eardrum of the ear seem to be punctured.

The blood flowed down from the head, and it flowed very fast, as if a torrent was pouring out, breaking through the embankment, surging towards the end of life, and there was no possibility of recovery.

Ling Qi felt his consciousness very vague, but he could still think.

The hand pressed against the head seemed to loosen its strength.

He barely raised his head and glanced at the boy who was crouching beside him and sneering at his weakness.

At this glance, he paused.

Flowing blood poured out from the top of the boy's head.

Soak your hair, your cheeks, your collar, and gradually spread to every corner of your body.

The young man in blue was pale and incredulous.

He looked sadly at the girl who picked up two lonely guns not far away, his red lips moved slightly, and he asked silently, "Why?" ”

- Why?

The girl not far away did not answer him.

The gun aimed at his head fired again.

This time, it didn't miss and hit him right in the center of the eyebrow.

The boy with a severe brain wound instantly lay on his back on the ground, the powerful impact of the bullet causing him to fall backwards, and the long-dried desert devoured the boy's blood with hunger.

The red sand and mud gradually became soft and warm, but the boy's body slowly stiffened and cold.

The effect of repair medicine does not include the head, the weakness of the second generation, is the brain, once damaged, the whole person will become weak, must be treated in time.

But the girl, apparently, will not give him any room for restorative treatment.

Because the third bullet interrupted his hand, which was about to be repaired, erasing any traces of the presence of the repair fluid.

The boy struggled, trying his best to look at the girl who walked up to him, and in his brown eyes were sad and sad tears.

I wanted to speak calmly, but tears poured out with blood at that moment.

"You're just in time." The chestnut-haired boy, who barely sat up, said, "One step too late, and I'll die." ”

The girl smiled and said, "I sent you a message, you don't read it yourself." But you're also lucky enough to be able to drag it out until this time. It's hard to attract the attention of the second generation. ”

Short conversations.

But there's so much to come.

Those hidden information fell into their ears, and at this moment, the second generation seemed to finally understand something.

He looked at Jingshu with all his might.

He saw the two guns that had been thrown aside in his hand, and he also saw the girl who had been smiling at him before and doting on him, staring at him with absolute cold and disgusted eyes, which were like a sharp blade, constantly slashing at his body.

The knife is so deep that it suffocates.

This look he will never forget.

Because it was something that brought him millions of times more pain than any physical pain.

It was the rotten root system that wanted to stubbornly stay in the soil, but in the end, it was found that it had been completely rejected by the soil from the beginning.

Jingshu did not have amnesia.

Not from the beginning.

She's just in disguise, waiting for an opportunity.

An opportunity to get rid of yourself.

Without too many words, the cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at the young man's forehead again.

There was not the slightest warmth in the girl's dark pupils.

At least, to yourself, no.

The index finger is flexed, as if to pull the trigger.

The dead eyes of the young man did not show a trace of fear of death.

He just asked sadly, "Eleven...... Have you ever truly loved number twelve? ”

The girl's voice was faint - "Yes." ”

This seems to light a light.

"......," he asked, almost cautiously, "have you ever truly loved me?" ”

*

In the dark pupils, there is a rational indifference that does not allow any emotion.

Looking at those eyes, the second generation didn't dare to ask for an answer.

“…… Really? The young man said in a hoarse voice and asked himself, "I understand." ”

My heart hurts so much that I want to die quickly.

But if you close your eyes so quickly, you can't look at her any longer.

The girl's face was reflected in the brown pupils, and the more I thought about it, the more sad I became, but I couldn't help it.

He wanted to tell Jing Shu all the sweet memories.

Wish she could look at herself more.

The fine eyelashes were stained with bloody droplets, and they trembled slightly, and along with the cry, there was a trembling question: "Eleven...... Playground, will you still take me there? ”

"As you said, I'll take the twelveth with you, and I'll never forget it."

He wept sadly.

As if the child had finally torn off all the disguises of the adults, he grabbed the last straw and asked the girl about the promise.

Perhaps he would be comforted, he begged.

But in the end, what fell into my ears was a cold sentence - "But you are not him." ”

You're not.

Even if they look the same, have the same brain, and think the same, they can imitate their behaviors and personalities without the slightest mistake.

But you're still not him.

"Duplicate stuff."

"It's an inferior product that will never be on the table."

"It is a counterfeit that cannot replace the original man in any way."

His everything.

From the very beginning, it was a mistake.

He wasn't supposed to come into the world.

His existence is illegal.

Maybe in the eyes of a girl, looking at herself more often means that it is an insult to the deceased.

Maybe Eleven thinks about how to kill himself every day, how to erase this extreme shame for a generation, and let the child who has long died rest in peace.

I'm so jealous.

He cried and said, "Eleven, I can't bear you. ”

"If you die like this, I'll never see you again."

It's a pity that the cold muzzle won't give him any chance.

The fourth bullet completely cut off all his words.

The hand that stretched out hard grabbed the girl's trouser leg tightly, wanting to hug her, crying and apologizing-

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so bad, I always you off."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you, I always wanted to get all your eyes."

"But even a little bit is fine...... Eleven, did you care about me? ”

"I care, in life...... Is there only Eleven for me? ”

But the young man in blue couldn't wait for an answer, because he couldn't ask.

The last bullet deprived him of all words.

No sound.

He could only crawl alone on the edge of the silent sand dunes, struggling to reach out and crawl towards the girl who was getting farther and farther away from him.

But the scarred body was too heavy, and the blood was about to run dry.

Relying on the repair liquid, he barely had the last trace of will, and then the trace of will also dissipated with the next north wind.

In front of him, it was the back of Jing Shu carrying Ling Qi on his back and walking slowly towards the south.

He really wanted to keep up, he didn't want to leave Eleven.

But the boy couldn't keep up.

"Will you remember me?" His lips moved slightly, and he asked almost silently, "...... Even if it's just a little memory? ”

- Just a little bit, will you remember him?

He didn't hate Jingshu for killing him.

and neither is he afraid of death.

He's just like a kid who can't get anything he loves.

Death sorrowful.