Faced with the question of the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him and could barely see his cheeks, Lu Hui felt very suspicious for a while, secretly thinking that since everyone was a stranger, how could he not be so surprised.

However, judging from the exaggerated performance of the people around him, it seems that the identity of this chosen person is different from that of ordinary aliens, and it is not a small difference. At the same time, Lu Hui noticed that there was a "also" in the old man's words, which showed that he knew at least one so-called chosen person.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Hui said, "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

When the people around heard this, they were actually silenced at the same time, and then they were driven down by Dong Cheng, who turned back, and finally dispersed like birds and beasts.

After all, when the Chosen One is closest to them, apart from the physical factors just now, I'm afraid it can only be just a conversation before and after dinner.

The little girl held her forehead, feeling how there was a clear stupidity in this person's eyes, giving people a feeling of darkness in front of them.

Dong Cheng, who rushed after receiving the old man's transmission, finally showed obvious emotions in his eyes when he heard this, three points of surprise, three points of questioning, and a few points of coldness, it seemed that he ...... And a bit of jealousy.

He raised his wrist to inform the deputy captain to carry out confidentiality-related work, and then took Lu Hui outside his temporary office, and took off the communicator pinned to his wrist and handed it to the little girl, the three of them entered the room, he closed the door with his backhand, and asked with a cold face: "When did you wake up?" ”

After thinking for a while, Lu Hui answered truthfully yesterday afternoon, and noticed that there was not a single electronic device in this single room of less than 20 square meters, and a simple and bright horn light was suspended from the top. The only simple wooden table under the lamp was a collection of dark red hedrons.

"That's not right." The long-haired old man shook his head and said in a deep voice, "The last time I was exact was on the same day that the Iron City was destroyed, not yesterday afternoon. ”

Suddenly, Dong Cheng realized a problem, and said quietly: "How did you know the Chosen One?" ”

The old man also realized that the kid in front of him was too calm, whether it was talking about the word "Chosen One", or when he suddenly appeared in front of him, he didn't even have a trace of the reaction that ordinary people should have.

Lu Hui was stunned for a moment, and said with a heart: "I have a showdown...... I have someone behind me. ”

Hearing this, the two glanced at each other, and their hearts were quite shocked, and then they looked at Lu Hui's proud and degraded hateful face, I don't know who it is, but he can be one step faster than Dugu Minglei, who has inductions between the same kind!

"Who is it?" The white-headed old man, who was also the chosen one, asked.

Lu Hui sensed the warning in the other party's tone, and pretended to be profound: "Don't say it." ”

Unexpectedly, Dong Cheng, who was extremely indifferent, slammed the table, like a volcano erupting under the depths of the sea, his eyes were filled with anger that was almost substantial, and he reprimanded: "You! ”

Realizing his gaffe, knowing that he couldn't listen to this conversation anyway, after suppressing his rapid breathing and saluting Dugu Minglei hastily goodbye, he slammed the door and walked out.

Lu Hui knew the emotion in Dong Cheng's eyes, he had seen it in the mirror in the dead of night, it was a hysterical but helpless entanglement struggle, it was the conflict and pain of anger and reason to tear the brain in half, and he couldn't help but empathize for a while: "He ...... You okay? ”

Dugu Minglei sighed and said sadly: "Little friend, don't take it to heart, this child, like you, is also a survivor of a disaster." ”

"It's just that he's worse than you, and he's the only survivor of their family." The old man shook his head and changed the subject: "Since Xiaoyou refuses to say, I won't ask." ”

Suddenly, he changed his words and said in a deep voice: "However, you really don't remember when you woke up?" ”

At that moment, Lu Hui seemed to feel that the old man's thick eyebrows suddenly became sharp and calm, and pierced straight into the deepest part of people's hearts like a knight's sword, making his brain blank and speechless, and he was stunned in place again.

Seeing Lu Hui behaving like this, the old man laughed incomprehensibly and said, "Okay, little friend, you can go." ”

As he spoke, he pulled the door open with his own hands and made a gesture of please.

……

……

No one accompanied him on the return trip, and no one wanted to accompany him.

It is worth mentioning that when the plane flew over the city ruins again, Lu Hui subconsciously closed his eyes, as if there was something invisible in his heart that was afraid of those things.

"It's just some iron and stone mixed with corpses......"

Lu Hui comforted himself like this, after the plane crossed that sad place, he began to recall the details after he entered that base, from getting off the plane to getting on the plane and leaving, he didn't have a chance to go to anyone and say anything.

For a long time, he focused his thoughts on the strange array of stones in the room, all of which showed signs of melting sand on the surface.

Thinking of this, he had no clues, in addition to knowing that the short-haired girl had a lion, the strong man was called Wang Dazhuang, and Dong Cheng was very sad, he also knew that the old man with a beard and hair thicker than a white lion.

Land, go home.

Quietly basking in the sun in the yard, his bald head is already about to dominate, extremely dazzling.

Sensing Lu Hui's breath, he smiled quietly and said leisurely: "Since you are here, what are you still hiding?" ”

Of course, it wasn't said to Lu Hui, and Lu Hui also knew that it wasn't said to himself, so he turned his head and glanced around, and sure enough, he saw an old man in plain clothes and white hair appearing behind him.

Dugu Minglei saw the quietness in the courtyard, walked to Lu Hui's side, and asked, "He is the person behind Xiaoyou?" ”

"Exactly." Quietly answered from afar: "Elder Dugu, the two of us are almost two hundred years old together." ”

Looking at the quietly bald head, and then at the white hair on his side, Lu Hui suddenly felt that he was so young, and he almost laughed out loud, so he laughed out loud.

Dugu Minglei nodded in agreement and said, "Let's talk in another place." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he scattered into countless points of light and disappeared, and quietly left, leaving behind the rattan chairs that swayed by themselves in the courtyard. The corners of Lu Hui's mouth suddenly stiffened, and it seemed that a giant beast in his mind began to destroy it wantonly, and his laughter turned into a strange gurgling sound, like a fish in his throat.

A cloud of dust rolled up from the dry intersection, swept over the locked doors and windows, and swept over the rattan chairs that no one shook, adding a bit of desolation and loneliness for no reason.

He suddenly felt that he had nothing, others said to leave when they wanted, they left when they wanted, they came and went in a hurry, they could do whatever they wanted, how capricious.

Suddenly, a dreamlike cry came from his ears: "Lu Hui-"

"Who!"

The strong sunlight at the intersection gradually distorted, and the boy seemed to hear an extremely pleasant voice, and when he turned around, tears had grown all over his vision, and the countless losses that had accumulated in his heart drowned him like a flood of beasts, driving him crazy.

He wailed out loudly in grief, as if the devil had lost his mind, and he no longer had any scruples, nor did he need any scruples.

"Come back!"

"Don't go!"

"I don't want this life!"

In the dark, it was as if a pair of invisible hands hugged him tightly from behind, and the screams of pain suddenly went out, as if the green-shirted guest from another world appeared on the opposite side of the intersection with a gust of wind. The chirping of unknown insects became more and more irritating and more and more dead.

Compared with the old man's breath, under the illumination of the incandescent sun, the orange bamboo umbrella looks more dazzling and more beautiful.

But he knew that the voice was not coming from there, even though the man's face was submerged under an umbrella. A gust of wind whipped up a handful of dust, crossed the intersection, and the umbrella went.

The reflection in the young man's eyes was nothing more than an empty space without people.