Two hours ago, on a mountain road outside Beijing.

Hogg yawned, touched his red and swollen nose, and walked forward listlessly, his back swaying like a bear about to hibernate.

Where is he going to sleep this time, Siberia? North pole? Or Antarctica...... Or the waters off Norway. In any case, because the mythical will of the Frost Giant prefers places with cold climates, Hogg will either sleep on the ice field, or he will choose to dive into the deep sea, sleeping at tens of thousands of miles under the sea, the extreme cold and low temperature on the surface of the Frost Giant's body will drive away the surrounding sea creatures, and it does not have to worry about being woken up.

Just as Hogg was about to stop a truck on the side of the road and beg the owner to give him a ride, the pocket of his tweed coat suddenly vibrated and a text message sounded.

Hogg withdrew his outstretched arm, raised his brow, and propped up his drooping eyelids, his deep, divine eyes with undisguised surprise.

He couldn't figure out who would text him, he had no relatives in this world, his last family had died two hundred years ago, and most of his friends had either died of old age or had been cut off. Every time he woke up from his slumber, years or decades had passed, and when he opened his eyes, the whole world had changed, from the age of steam, to the age of electricity, to the age of information.

This lone giant is always startled every time he leaves the deep sea, leaving the glacier.

At first, when Hogg saw the cars appearing on the street, he even thought it was some kind of monster, and was so frightened that he built an iceberg in front of him, and the mythical effect that spread at that time almost led to him being captured by the Sequencer organization on the streets of London.

Hogg stopped making such a fuss, and every time he fell asleep at the bottom of the sea or in the ice field, he always comforted himself.

"No matter how bad the world gets, I'm sure I'll be able to adapt to it."

But on the day he woke up eight years ago, he swam from the Atlantic Ocean to New York in the form of a mythical body of the Frost Giant, and then took on a human form, and when he hitchhiked into the city center, he looked up and saw the high-rise buildings towering like steel giants, their surfaces embedded with huge LED displays, the screen showing the news of the election of the new president, he walked in the middle of the bustling crowd in a daze, the citizens of New York looked down and played with their mobile phones, and there were airplanes flying overhead with the roar, leaving only a spiral cloud across the sky.

At that time, he was still wearing a tweed coat left over from the Soviet era, standing in the heart of this steel jungle, listening to the noise of the information age, feeling as if he was drowning in the flood of the changing times, and he was about to suffocate. For some reason, he suddenly raised a revolver in the crowd and aimed it at his head, ready to end his life.

With the cold muzzle of the gun against his head, Hogg thought back to his dead parents, to his wife two hundred years ago, who was his only wife, and he watched her grow from young to old, the corners of her beautiful eyes gradually creeping into wrinkles, and finally turned into a skeleton and buried in the ground.

But he remains the same, and the Frost Giant's power will stop his body from aging.

The rain in Moscow was so cold that Hogg would go to Moscow every time he woke up, until this time he returned to find that the tombstones of his wife and family were gone. Because that mountain land now belongs to someone else, the cemetery he built with his own hands has been destroyed.

At this time, passers-by quickly noticed Hogg's strange appearance, but they all just took out their mobile phones and "clicked" to take pictures of his desperate and solemn face.

It was as if no one could see the loneliness and sadness in his eyes.

Hogg lowered his head, hundreds of years of memories flashing back to him, and he was soon surrounded by a crowd, his phone's flash on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Is this some kind of street reality show?"

"This shape is too funny, like a primitive person, but this is almost two meters tall."

"Hahaha, the number of views on YouTube must be high, is that thing in his hand a toy gun?"

"This is the kind of whole person show that is used to scare people, is there someone around us filming our reaction?"

Just as Hogg was about to pull the trigger, a casually dressed Chinese man wearing reading glasses came from the crowd.

The Chinese man patted Hogg on the shoulder and said in a bird language that Hogg didn't understand, "Hey, you're dressed in such an interesting outfit." "He spoke as if in English.

"Do you know Russian?" Hogg resisted the urge to punch him.

"Yes." The Chinese man picked up a cigarette and said in Russian, "What are you doing here?" ”

Hogg's rugged face had a complicated look on his face, and he wanted to say a lot of things, wanting to say that he had been sleeping in the North Pole, and when he woke up, someone would shoot at him with a bazooka, saying that he was an enemy of humanity. I want to say that his family is all dead, and the last bloodline of the family has been cut off decades ago, and he is already alone in this world.

But eventually, he slowly lowered the pistol against his head.

Hogg found himself as if he wanted to live. He just hopes that he can be seen by the world, even if it is just one person, so that he will not be so lonely.

"I ...... I want that tin thing, can you take me to buy it? Hogg held out his thick fingers and pointed to the cell phone that the bystander was holding.

"You don't have a phone?" The Huaxia people looked at him strangely.

Hogg was silent for a long time and nodded: "You call this thing a 'mobile phone'?" ”

"Yes."

"I don't have a cell phone, but I want one."

"Okay, I'll take you to buy it, do you have any money?"

"I don't have any money," Hogg said slowly, "but I have a bottle of wine from 1888, and I think it's worth a little bit?" He pulled out a bottle of beer wrapped in thick paper from his tweed coat, the label on which had been eroded by time and made it impossible to read.

"Really, 1888?" The Huaxia people were a little surprised.

"yes, it's always been in my hole." Hogg grinned and said triumphantly, but he quickly realized he had said the wrong thing, "Uh...... Left by my ancestors. ”

"Let's go talk to the toast shop over there, and I'll treat you to something to eat."

"Okay."

When they arrived at the toast shop, the two sat down facing each other, and the Huaxia man said, "You can call me 'boss', my friends all jokingly call me that." ”

"Why?"

"Because I want to open a coffee shop."

"Coffee?" Hogg stammered, "I'm really not used to drinking that thing, it's too bitter." ”

"It's true that not everyone is used to drinking." The boss shrugged his shoulders and asked, "You're a myth carrier, right?" ”

Hogg froze in place, he looked at the Huaxia man blankly: "How do you know?" ”

"Surtr told me." The boss said, "I am also a myth carrier, and my mythological sequence is the flame giant of Norse mythology. ”

"So coincidentally?" Hogg lowered his voice, "Then there is a lot of connection between our mythological sequences, mine is Ymir the Frost Giant, but Ymir never talks to me...... Looks like you have a good relationship with Mythical Will? The implication of his words is: Your mythical sequence level should not be high, at least it has not reached the fourth order, otherwise how can the mythical will after being corrupted by the self-destructive consciousness communicate with the master in a friendly manner?

"There's something wrong with my mythological sequence, it's suppressed in a wonderful position, not up or down......"

The boss laughed self-deprecatingly: "All in all, I can't transform into a mythical body again, but Surtr's mythical will is also stable, and it won't want to invade my body." ”

"So you don't get out of control?" Hogg asked, surprised.

"yes."

"Isn't that just like a normal person?" Hogg's tone was a little envious.

"yes, I wish I could live like this." The boss whispered, "But this kind of life is built on the sacrifice of others." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I got out of control a few months ago, I ruined a child's hometown and killed many innocent people."

Hogg was stunned, this was obviously the last thing he wanted to see, it was precisely to prevent the frost giants from going berserk, he would often sleep at the bottom of the sea and on the glacier.

"That's when your mythological sequence was damaged?" He asked.

"Yes," said the boss, "I destroyed the village and town, and only one child survived, and that child was a sequencer." He has a wonderful sequence, and is even able to create mythological vectors. ”

"Creating a myth carrier?" Hogg squeezed his eyebrows.

"He created a dragon with rainbow-colored scales, and I tied with the dragon, and we ended up falling into the sea together, and when I came back to my senses, I landed on an island, and by that time, my mythological sequence had been broken."

"That's."

"That's," said the boss, "so as you can see, I'm looking for that rainbow dragon, and I want to find out some secrets about that kid." ”

"Even if that's true, it's hard to find, like looking for a needle in a haystack." Hogg said disdainfully.

"If it weren't for Surtr's Mythical Will being able to smell other mythological sequences, and it was willing to tell me, I wouldn't have come so stupidly to find it." The boss smiled.

"Did you find it?"

"No," the boss shook his head helplessly, "I'm already about to give up, but I heard rumors that he saw a dancing rainbow in Tokyo at night, so I ran to Japan." I came to New York this time because there are similar rumors here, but I still can't find the rainbow dragon, it seems to have become more and more adapted to human society, so it is less and less discovered by others, maybe it has learned to live as a normal person. ”

"The more I listen to it, the more nonsense it becomes, a child of a sequencer creates a mythical carrier, and this mythical carrier is also transformed into adult life?" Hogg took the bacon toast handed over by the waiter.

"yes, I don't have to lie to you." The owner sighed, "I just wanted to say, if you see it when, please contact me." ”

"How do I have to contact you?"

"Mobile phone, I'll take you to buy it later."

"Oh, that little tin thing used to do that."

"Why don't you know your phone?" The boss asked.

"Hey, every time my mythological sequence gets out of hand, I transform into a frost giant, go to the bottom of the sea or the North Pole to sleep, and wake up and it's normal."

"You sleep for years at a time?" The boss was stunned for a moment.

"It's a lot of years." Hogg nibbled on his toast, "I'm more curious than that, what happened to the kid you were talking about?" ”

"He's in a mental sanatorium." The boss said, "The serialists covered up what I had done, they didn't want the public to know about the existence of the myth carrier, so the only one who knew the truth was thought to be mentally ill, and I went to the hospital to see him once, but I didn't talk to him." ”

"Hey, this kid is so pitiful."

"I brought him this disaster." The boss said slowly, "So I'll go to him and do my best to compensate him,"

"Haha, it's okay if people don't kill you, do you still need your compensation?"

"No," the boss's tone was categorical, "I won't be Surter anymore, I'll just be the owner of a coffee shop." ”

Hogg stared at him for a moment before he said, "Whatever you want." ”

"By the way, don't sell that bottle of wine."

"Why?" Hogg looked out, and almost every pedestrian had a cell phone, "If I don't sell it, I won't have the money to buy it." ”

"I'll buy it for you." The boss smiled, "And then the old bottle of 1888 wine, we drank it separately, what do you think of this idea?" ”

"Okay, I hope you drink enough."

Hogg recovered from his memories and found himself still standing on the road that sits on the mountainside, he wiped his pants with his hands, wiped the oil off the stains, and then took his phone out of the pocket of his tweed coat, he looked down at the screen, it was a message from the "boss".

"Has the old thing finally changed his mind......" Hogg smiled, he was somehow a little happy, Surtr was his last friend in this world, and if even Surtr died, how lonely he would be the next time he woke up from a decade-long slumber.

"I said before that if Mingwei is in danger in the future, I hope you can help him." Boss.

Hogg scratched the stubble on his chin, and said in his heart that Surtr had not changed his mind, but was explaining what had happened.

He sighed lightly, stretched out his thick fingers, pressed them one key at a time, and then sent a message: "What danger can this kid have?" "He didn't know how to use a mobile phone, but his boss taught him eight years ago.

"He was taken away by the Sequencer Order, and he's over there in the UK, but I'll be able to see him when he's back from leave for the past two days." Boss.

Hogg was stunned for a long time before he typed and sent it: "You can really do it, the child who has been raised for so long has become a serializer." ”

"Protect him for me, count me on please, since he is a sequencer, he will always have to fight against the mythical carrier in the future, he has no idea how powerful those monsters are." Boss.

"Okay, I'll wake up later, and I'll go and see how this kid is doing." Hogg shrugged.

"Well, that sounds unreliable...... This is Mingwei's current photo, you remember what he looks like, don't forget it when you wake up. "Boss.

Hogg raised his eyebrows, looked at the photo sent by the boss, and couldn't help but murmur: "Why does this kid look exactly like the 'Black Wukong' in the afterlife?" ”

The truck he had wanted to stop was gone.

Hogg put away his phone and stopped alone on the empty mountain road for a long time, the scorching winter sun illuminated his figure a little lonely, and there were no more cars passing by on the road.

It took him a long time to scratch his messy hair, sigh and turn around, and walk down the hill the same way.

"Sure enough......"

"I still don't want you dead, Surtr."

Back in time, above the ruined old Jingmai neighborhood.

Xia Mingwei raised his head and stared at the huge shadow that stretched across the sky, the arrival of the frost giant made the torrential rain condense into hail and fall, the whole world seemed to return to the ice age, the extremely cold wind roared hoarsely, and blew across everyone's cheeks.

Zeus, who was covered in thunder, also slowly raised his head, stared at the frost giant with day-like eyes, and said in a cold accent: "It's you, Ymir." Its voice was majestic, like the ringing of a church bell, echoing round and round through the ruins.

The frost giant Ymir condescended and roared unquestioningly, "Do you hear, Zeus, if you dare to touch this boy, then I will definitely slaughter you——!!! ”

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