Just as Stanger, the one-eyed dragon, picked up the rope from the table and was about to tie up Cheng Mo, a muffled voice came from the room, "Wait a minute, Stanger. ”

Cheng Mo only understood the name of the person, but he could guess the meaning from Stanger's reaction, but this was not the point, the point was that he felt that the voice was familiar, but from his recent memory, he could not find the corresponding person. This made him wonder who was speaking, and he looked at the door of the room with the curtain.

At this moment, Khalid with a complicated expression was standing by the door staring at him, and Cheng Mo could read a lot on that distorted face, pain, resentment, worry, and confusion...... These contents are presented on the facial muscles with a delicate and complex texture, which makes it easy for Cheng Mo to interpret but difficult to understand in depth.

From his own standpoint, Cheng Mo just felt regretful, and he didn't think he was wrong at all. Therefore, he did not intend to back down, and calmly stared at the door in the face of Khaled's gaze.

After a few slight footsteps, the oil-stained flower-colored curtain was lifted by a large calloused hand, and a thin black Albanian man with a forehead full of forehead lines walked lightly past Khaled's side against the door frame.

After seeing the other party's face clearly, Cheng Mo's pupils dilated slightly, but he had always been good at hiding his emotions, the expression of surprise was fleeting on his face, and he deliberately lowered his body line, so that his surprise was not exposed at all, "Ovis?"

Mohammed al-Oweis, who was like a rock, said in his accented English: "Mr. Selen, I didn't expect us to meet here. ”

Unexpected characters appeared, but Cheng Mo said very calmly: "The interesting thing about life is that no one knows what will happen in the next second." As he spoke, he took a quick look at Mohammed Oweis, and found that the big-eyed sniper was still wearing the same camouflage uniform that he wore during the breakout of the Hydra Building, and he didn't know how he managed to wear the same suit for so long and still be clean and tidy.

Heller's face was shocked by the conversation between the two, and she looked back at Orvis and asked in an incredulous tone, "Uncle Mueller, do you know each other?"

Muhammad Al-Ovis nodded and said, "Yes, it was Mr. Sailon who saved me in Athens, if it weren't for him, maybe I would have died in Athens." ”

Cheng Mo said lightly: "There is no such thing as anyone saving whom, last time we were all prisoners, and we escaped from prison together, just fate." He shrugged his shoulders, "But today doesn't seem like a good time to catch up, and I'm going to be a prisoner again." ”

Mohammed Alves looked down at Cheng Mo's hands gathered in mid-air, then at the rope that Stanger was holding in his hand, and shook his head, "There is no need for Mr. Selen to say such a joke, even if it is hell, I believe there is no way to imprison you." ”

Hearing the sincerity and admiration in Mohammed Ovis's words, Heller raised her eyebrows, and said excitedly: "Uncle Mueller, do you know the current situation...... "He ...... It's the enemy of our queer Germans. ”

Mohammed Al-Owis probably didn't have much of an interest in Heller, so he didn't even look at Heller, and said coldly: "Enemy?

Cheng Mo keenly heard a hint of something wrong from the tone of the conversation between the two, and the name "Muller", he remembered as the name of the sharpshooter who once shook the world in the "Battle of Deezor", he once stood alone in the ruins of Deezor, killed 278 ISIS terrorists with sniper rifles, and was regarded as a queer holy warrior, a national hero, and more famous than Dr. Hazard. But in the rumors he has hung up, why did he appear in Hydra?

Thoughts flashed through Cheng Mo's mind, and he realized that for him, the appearance of Mohammed Al-Ovis had made things uncertain, and perhaps he could change his plan to "sacrifice" himself and seek another solution. But even if Muhammad Al-Owis is on his side, it will still be more difficult to achieve his goal, and if there is no consensus among the queer people, then there is no point in struggling, it is better to sacrifice himself directly.

While Cheng was thinking about it, there was already a dispute among queer people.

Seeing Heller's face change, the one-eyed dragon Stange hurriedly said, "Muller, you are our queer holy warrior, how can you say such a thing?"

"What do you mean, Uncle Muller!" Heller's face sank, her already unsightly face was even more sad and gloomy, and she raised her gun to Cheng Mo, "Are you planning to betray us queer Germans and help this stranger?"

Cheng Mo was a little speechless, thinking that Mohammed Owis betrayed you, why are you pointing a gun at me? Is it because I don't have fans to bully?

Seeing the famous holy warrior Mueller and the leader's daughter have a beef, the other queer Germans standing in the room did not dare to breathe, and looked at each other, a little overwhelmed.

Mueller glanced at Heller and said coldly, "Stanger, you know me, I have always only told the truth. ”

Stanger looked at Heller, who was frosty, and then at Mohammed Al-Ovis, and said with a wry smile: "Muller, even if this gentleman is your friend, now we can't do anything, the fate of the leader and our queer Germans is in the hands of the lighthousemen, and now the lighthouse people must catch him, so don't mix it blindly, for the sake of the Creator......"

Muhammad al-Oveis shook his head and said, "I have no intention of getting involved, I just want to remind you as a compatriot that all of you here should be glad that you have not yet entered the grave. You don't have to thank the Creator, you should thank Mr. Syren for his kindness!"

"What are you talking about?" Stanger waved his hand, his face full of incomprehension.

That's what it means literally. You don't know much about the outside world, probably because there is a transcendent existence in this world. Muhammad Al-Owis paused, "The Chosen One ......"

The vast majority of queer Germans are in their own information cocoon, not so aware of the outside world. However, queer Germans who work as spies in refugee camps will have access to more information, but the Chosen One is so far away from them that they don't react much when they hear the word "Chosen One".

Heller is different, she understands English, and she has always paid attention to foreign information, plus she just had a personal experience of Cheng Mo's powerful ability, and her face turned pale. This ensuing change overwhelmed her, probably unable to bear such a lot of pressure anymore, she pointed a gun at Cheng Mo and shouted excitedly: "I don't care what he is, I have to arrest him." Uncle Stanger hurry up and do it....."

"Heller, it seems that your father has been a little negligent in disciplining you. Muhammad Al-Ovis said coldly, "It's not your turn to call the shots here......"

Stanger is not Heller, he can't take the words of Mueller, who is second only to the doctor Eden Hazard, the prestige of queer Germans, wrong, and as a secret agent, he still pays attention to the international situation, and when he hears the familiar and unfamiliar word "The Chosen One", his eyes show a huge shock, "What..... What's going on?"

Muhammad Owis opened his mouth and did not know how to explain, and said impatiently: "In short, put the gun down! ”

The queer Germans in the room obviously didn't believe it, but the idol holy warrior Mueller himself said it, and they couldn't help but believe it. Sandwiched between the holy warrior and the leader's daughter, everyone didn't know whether to put down their guns or not, and the atmosphere in the living room was tense and awkward.

Cheng Mo knew that the problems between Mohammed Owis and Heller, perhaps with the queer people in whole or even the Saint Laurent sect, could be exploited, and he was not one who would not sow discord. Even if he wants to do good things, he doesn't mind using "unseemly" means to achieve good results. But for now, stirring up a gap between Mohammed al-Ovis and Heller will not achieve the goal.

Instead, if he wants to save the Khalid family, save the queer people, and even stop the war, he must bridge the rift between Heller and himself if he wants to save the Khalid family, save the queer people, and even stop the war.

After all, he first had to learn the other party's information from Heller, and if Heller deliberately concealed something, then the originally small chance of winning would become slim.

So Cheng Mo thought for a while, and then continued: "It doesn't matter what identity is, the 'Chosen One' is just a human being who has mastered a powerful humanoid weapon, so there is no need to make a fuss. Since I took the initiative to come here, I took the initiative to tie my hands and arrest it, there is really no malice, and I really want to help you. ”

Heller remembered the miraculous performance of Cheng Mo fleeing all the way, although he didn't want to believe it, he also understood that Mueller should not be lying, and Cheng Mo was the "chosen one". But knowing Cheng Mo's true identity, Heller resented Cheng Mo even more, and she snorted coldly and said: "What about the Chosen One? If you have a powerful ability, you will only run for your life! I started begging you like that, you are not willing to help us queer people, what do you want to do here now?"

Cheng Mo said calmly: "Even if the Chosen One has strong strength, he is just a mortal. I didn't help you because I didn't have the obligation to do so, and I didn't think I had the ability. ”

Heller held her head high and sneered, "Then what is it now that our Lord Chosen One has figured it out and intends to do justice?"

Cheng Mo was silent for a moment and said softly, "Because of my wife." ”

"Your wife?" Heller sneered, as if she had heard a stupid joke, "your wife, what kind of lie are you going to make up by a ruthless cold-blooded animal? Isn't it enough that you cheated Khalid out of his phone?

In the face of Heller's ridicule, Cheng Mo calmly, "I'll explain the matter about Khalid first. He looked at Khalid and whispered, "Khalid, I admit that I have selfish intentions in this matter, and the way I chose is not so above board, but I don't think you have a reason to hate me, remember what I said when I handed you the watch?"

Heller gritted his teeth and said, "You can't hide your dirty and selfish heart by saying anything! A watch wants to buy the life of someone else's family!"

Khalid didn't answer, just took out the expensive "Vacheron Constantin" from his pocket and threw it at Cheng Mo's feet, the silver watch smashed on the concrete floor, making a dull sound, splashing a puddle of cement powder, and the silver diamond-encrusted watch smashed a shallow pit in the ground, and then flicked weakly at Cheng Mo's feet. Anyone would have thought that the watch would fall apart, but it was as clean as new, undamaged, and shone in the whitening emergency light.

Cheng Mo looked down at "Vacheron Constantin" lying on the ground, and said expressionlessly: "I don't tell lies, I took your mobile phone, just to prevent you from betraying me." Say I'll buy your family's life with it...... You can think of it that way, no problem. But think about it, if I didn't take your phone and you learn that your family has been kidnapped, what can you do? What will you do if they threaten you to come to me? You should know that if you do come to me and try to tell them where I am, you can only die. Of course, this is only the most extreme case, I just don't want you to be able to use that phone to contact the other person, it does only that, anyway, that phone is in your hands, and you can't save your family......"

Khalid looked extremely aggrieved and said in a trembling voice: "Even so, how can you exchange my mobile phone for a watch, I regard you as a friend!"

"Khalid, though I said I took away an opportunity that you might have to save your mother and sister, but..... I have also given you a chance to save your mother and sister. Cheng Mo bent down and picked up the "Vacheron Constantin" lying on the concrete floor, "When I gave you the watch, I said that you should put it away, and when you encounter difficulties, put it on, maybe you can find a way out.....

Heller scoffed, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's just a broken watch! You're not even as useful as giving Khalid a Barrett M82 sniper rifle!"

Cheng Mo ignored Heller, still looked at Khalid and said, "I don't know if it can be compared to human life, but there are really many people who die to get it." ”

Heller sneered, "Are you still making it up? Don't you know this as Vacheron Constantin?"

Cheng Mo raised the watch, pulled out the button, and spun it around, and a green blank light curtain suddenly popped out on the smooth face of the watch, "It's called 'Ulopolos', it is the activation device of the Chosen One, and the owner can use powerful and unparalleled power." It's worth a billion dollars, and it's still worth a lot of money......"

Khalid stared at the blank green curtain of light, and his whole body froze.

The queer Germans in the living room who could understand English were all shocked, and when they heard the large unit of measurement "billion dollars", everyone's breath stopped, and they all looked at the watch in Cheng Mo's hand intently.

Even Heller closed his mouth and stared incredulously at "Vacheron Constantin" in Cheng Mo's hand.

This effect was exactly what Cheng Mo wanted, he pressed the green light curtain in the silence where he could hear his breath, threw the watch at Khalid, and whispered, "If you think I don't treat you as a friend here, then I have nothing to say!"

Khalid subconsciously took the watch with both hands and stood still holding it.

The others looked at Khalid with envy and longing in their eyes, but only Mohammed Al-Owis looked indifferently and was not moved in the slightest.

Heller said incredulously, "Impossible, impossible." How could you put such an important ......" Heller shut up in frustration at the thought that he had subconsciously acquiesced that the watch was more precious than Khalid's family.

Cheng Mo didn't mean to go toe-to-toe with Heller, and said lightly: "I admit that I'm not a good person, but I've always been fair." He tilted his head to look at Heller, who was already stunned, "And you can't get more help from me because I didn't go to you queer Germans of my own free will, and I saved your father...... Heller, please understand that. ”

Heller gritted his teeth and tried to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, and stood in the middle of the living room with his head hung like a wounded child.

"Also, you can question me, but don't question my wife. Cheng Mo said solemnly, "This refugee camp, as well as the school in Duma Town, were built by her."

Stanger was stunned, he was even more shocked than he knew what kind of "Chosen One" Cheng Mo was, and he also threw a piece of "Ulopolos" to an ordinary young man, and asked without thinking: "You..... You mean..... Ms Tse Man-wan..... Is it your wife?"

Hearing Stanger say a strangely pronounced Huaxia name and say that she was Cheng Mo's wife, the queer Germans in the living room seemed to have fallen under some spell, and they all put down their guns and looked away from Uloporos in Khaled's hand to Cheng Mo, as if they had discovered some new world.

The curly hair that had pressed Cheng Mo in just now even shouted in disappointment, "How is it possible! How can you be the husband of Miss Xie Minyun like an angel!"

"Yes, you must be lying! How can an ordinary person like you be worthy of our beautiful, kind, and great Ms. Xie Minyun!" said the one-eyed dragon Stanger dissatisfied, "Even if you are some kind of bullshit chosen one!"

Stanger's complaint made a warm smile appear on Cheng Mo's face, "I also think I'm not worthy of him!" but I am......." He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of alarming some distant soul, "That's why I came here, I don't want her to be disappointed in me....."

Receiving Cheng Mo's affirmative answer, Stange sighed, and he turned his head to look at Heller, "Miss Heller, if that's the case...... I..... I kind of don't know what to do anymore. Ms. Xie Minyun is really a very respectable person, and I think you should be aware of that......"

Heller stared at Cheng Mo silently for a long time, her gray pupils full of struggle.

Cheng Mo saw Xie Minyun's appearance in the reverence of queer people, a statue that stood eternally and brightly in people's hearts.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, your choice is actually not wrong, let you fight head-on with the powerful lighthouse, there is no chance of winning at all, not to mention that the other party is still the 'chosen one', and you are just a group of ordinary people. Cheng Mo raised his hands to Stanger again, and said indifferently, "There's no need to think so much, anyway, the lighthouse people can't do anything to me......"

The living room once again fell into a suffocating silence, a silence that was pregnant with unease and guilt, and the queer Germans in it could not look directly at Cheng Mo, as if he were the midday sun.

Stanger looked at Cheng Mo's hand and didn't move. He first glanced at Muhammad Al-Ovis, but the holy warrior closed his eyes at this time, as if he was closing his eyes. Stanger, who had no choice but to look at Heller helplessly.

I don't know if it's the power of that piece of "Ulopolos" or the power of Xie Minyun. Heller clenched his fists and squeezed a voice out of his throat with all his might, asking, "You..... You.... Didn't I just say I could still work with you?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment before he said slowly and seriously: "Since you asked, I still have to make it clear." If you really choose to take risks with me, the price of failure may not be affordable to you queer Germans. For you queer people, handing me over is a safe card, and if you work with me, you face a lot of uncertainty. I know how strong your opponents are, and you are fighting against the Chosen One. The advantages and disadvantages of these two are that the former preserves itself at the expense of justice, while the latter preserves justice at the expense of security. The choice is between the immediate and future interests. The former will bring you queer Germans a temporary peace, but it is likely to lead queer Germans into a series of wars, I think you know better than I do the way the lighthouse people act, the latter is a great risky operation, as long as you win, I think, can give you queer Germans a chance to develop peacefully for a long time...."Seeing that Heller wanted to speak and stopped, Cheng Mo knew what she wanted to ask, so he said directly, " For me, there is not much difference between the two, in short, the other party is unlikely to kill me, but the latter is more difficult and more responsible..... But in order to fulfill my wife's wishes, I would prefer to try to cooperate with you....." He closed his eyes, as if offering a grand vow to the distant back, "Everyone is tired of the brutal war, and it's time to end it." ”

The last sentence made the queer Germans standing in the room feel a kind of ancient peace, like a breeze blowing through the towering mountains.

The whole world seems to be enveloped in tenderness.

But when Cheng Mo said these words, he felt that he was a little impulsive, he shouldn't be so lightly understated, he should be more righteous and awe-inspiring.

However, when he saw the anticipation in people's eyes, he suddenly felt lonely, and it was not so difficult to resist, as long as he built an altar in his heart, and exhausted everything, to offer expensive sacrifices to her fantasies, to make her statue more radiant, and to fill the deep void.

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(BGM - "1983" Zhou Jun)

The sun rose at the end of the sky, like a long-dormant volcanic eruption, and the orange-red glow flowed like lava, slowly eroding the earth shrouded in black shadows. The scarred silver Emblem 307 drove slowly on the still dark gravel floor, like a pedal ship sliding into the Sea of Destruction.

In the rearview mirror, Athena saw Cheng Mo standing in front of the tin houses, the black tin houses resembling jagged reefs under the cliffs, and the morning light was the foaming tide of the sea, and as the sign faded away, the waves of light were about to swallow him up and disappear.

Athena sensed a hazy undercurrent in the indirect eye contact with Cheng Mo, which injected a gloomy and detached emotion into her cold heart through many obstacles. It's hard for her to describe how it felt, like she was halfway through an experiment and had to stop. She held the mutilated report in her hand, not knowing what to do.

She didn't know if that feeling could be called sadness, or if it could be considered regret. She looked at Cheng Mo in the mirror, and only felt that he was not standing behind her, but standing on the other side that she would never reach, waiting in nothingness.

The world goes backwards in the mirror.

Retrograde along the course of time.

Athena's memory goes back to the afternoon when she said goodbye to her mother, the sun was shining, and the golden sycamores were full of fireworks. Mother took her hand and walked to the door, saying that she would pick her up when she was done, just like what Cheng Mo had just said. And she sat in the back seat as she did today, without looking back.

Every time she closes her eyes and recalls this coordinate-like past, she will see in the rearview mirror the gradually accelerating bulletproof car rolling up the bright blades all over the ground, like countless flying flames. Memories are like paper smeared all over the picture, ignited by the floating golden plane leaves, burning the mother's appearance into an eternal flame.

The flames were sometimes warm, sometimes hot, making it difficult for her to sleep. She didn't know what kind of emotion it was, but every time she entered the past, she always thought about what if she spied on her mother's heart at that time......

So, in the future, will she get a long peace?

Suddenly, maybe not suddenly, but so naturally, she remembered what Cheng Mo said last night: "So you ask me if death is such a sad thing, I don't know how to say it, maybe it is, maybe not, but if, if you can say goodbye well, it won't be so regretful....."

Athena realized that she didn't say "goodbye" to Cheng Mo and got into the car. She felt that all this was a reproduction of the scene of that day, she didn't think about anything, as if she was used to obeying her mother's arrangement, and got into the car obediently and without hesitation.

But in the eyes of others, she is obviously an unruly, arrogant and conceited woman. The word "well-behaved" has never been her label. Even if it was her father's instructions, she acted completely according to her mood and ignored it if she wanted to. But why do you always follow his wishes inexplicably when you get along with Cheng Mo?

Athena was puzzled.

Sign 307 made a detour and finally drove through the bumpy gravel road and onto the flat concrete road. The car stabilized and began to pick up speed, almost instantaneously, and in the afterglow she saw the car pass by the camp gate. The passage of time seems to defy the theory of relativity, and as the speed of the car increases, the world enters a mysterious state of silence.

She felt that she was getting farther and farther away from a coordinate representing "Coke", just as she had left the coordinate representing "lemon mousse" in ignorance, and she had not seen her again to this day.

Athena felt like a mess in her head, a feeling of unease and annoyance as she tried to solve the Riemann conjecture. It all started with an 8-page paper published in 1859. For Athena, the peripheral propositions in the "Riemann conjecture" are just a piece of cake, and her eyes are focused on the majestic main peak from beginning to end.

However, she confidently stopped what she was doing and tried to climb this peak of mathematics, not trapped by the Riemann ζ function, but by the obvious zero point. But the 8-page paper is too concise to put it simply, Riemann describes many propositions about the non-trivial zero points of Riemann's ζ function (such as the three propositions mentioned in Section 5), but does not give a single non-trivial zero value!

Where are they?

Where are they?

Where are they?

This huge question lay across her mind, like an insurmountable mountain, so that she lost all the will to act, and could only stare blankly at the manuscript paper in her hand, crazy calculations, she fell into a daze, and calculated sleeplessly for a month, sitting in a chair without moving, people are getting thinner and thinner, violently consuming life, and finally when the body functions are about to stop, she sees them.

Those extraordinary zeros are obediently lying on the strange critical line drawn by Riemann one hundred and sixty years ago.

When she saw that critical line, her body couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep. When she woke up, Athena didn't touch the Riemann conjecture and left it there for the time being, feeling that she was not fully prepared.

It's like she left Cheng Mo in the refugee camp just now.

But the "Riemann conjecture" will always stay in place, but Cheng Mo will not.

She remembered what Cheng Mo had said, love is like a math problem. Why is it that when she hears this metaphor, she feels that someone is a math problem that she finds interesting?

So where is the difficulty in unlocking him?

Athena's eyes conjured up the image of Cheng Mo carefully rubbing Xie Minyun's photo, she had never seen a person looking at a photo so attentively and affectionately. It made her feel uncomfortable, like she had swallowed some poisonous food. She had experienced this feeling, and when she was in Xinxiang, her servants gave her food. Fortunately, her physique was strong and she was not fatally injured, but she was uncomfortable for a long time, and that night her whole body was empty as if she had collapsed, her throat was burning and her head was swollen between breaths, as if she had fallen into the ice and snow outside, and dense snow flakes fell from the dark sky, covering her body, and gradually swallowing her.

Why is it so uncomfortable?

Why is it so uncomfortable?

Why is it so uncomfortable?

She asked herself this repeatedly, as if she was looking for the zero point in the "Riemann conjecture". She pondered and argued carefully, wondering if it was because of some kind of emotion that was unlikely to happen to her.

This suspicion surprised and puzzled her, and she couldn't believe it.

So she asked Cheng Mo if love is more interesting than mathematics? Everything is always relative, and there is almost no doubt that the more interesting things can bring, the deeper the troubles.

"It's actually good to be alone, but when you want to find another person, you feel lonely. If one day he finds it and has to lose it, he will feel very lonely. ”

Athena didn't understand what loneliness was.

But she clearly knew that Cheng Mo was lonely.

Inexplicably, Athena began to feel uncomfortable again, she didn't know why she was uncomfortable at all, but she couldn't help but have the idea of looking for answers in Cheng Mo, she felt that she should go back and explore what Cheng Mo was thinking in his head.

This thought caused her to have a disorganized mind, a rapid heartbeat, and a rapid blood flow.

It seems that this is the emotion called "impulse", this emotion called "impulse" is stalked in her chest, like a small and small stubborn stone, quietly resting on her heart. I want to put it down, I can't put it down, I want to spit it out, but I can't spit it out.

The car is getting farther and farther away from that incomprehensible conjecture.

The traffic is fast, so hesitant and anxious to encounter regrets.

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"Ahh Nezan?"

The iceberg-like woman in the back seat suddenly spoke and startled Anezan by her sudden opening, even though her address was rather impolite and her tone was condescending, as if she were calling someone down. Anezan didn't think that this woman was rude at all, and even felt that it was a great honor for the other party to call his name.

This was not because he had met too few foreigners, but in fact he had considerable access to foreigners as an official of UNHCR. In fact, he felt from the bottom of his heart that in addition to the woman sitting behind him, there was only one other red nobleman from Huaxia.

Anezan knew that this woman's origin was unknown, and it was definitely not as simple as Interpol. But he didn't have the idea of finding out the truth, and for Anezan, his country really had nothing to plan for, just to help find a refugee. Besides, more things are better than less, don't inadvertently provoke someone who shouldn't be provoked. What's more, he rarely looks at people, and in this Ms. Wendy, he feels similar qualities to Miss Xie, even if the woman behind him looks mediocre, she can't be compared with Miss Xie who has the appearance of a celestial person.

But Anezan always had a gut feeling that this was not her true face. Because every time he casually saw her lake-like eyes in the rearview mirror, he always ...... It is daunting, like looking at the deep sea on a small sampan.

With years of experience in reading people, you can perceive that these eyes and this woman's temperament do not match her appearance at all. Therefore, he did not mind Athena's rude words at all, but said more and more respectfully, "Yes, my name is Anezan..... Miss Wendy, what's the problem?"

Athena looked out the window, the dense houses had completely expelled the Gobi, but she still felt that the world was deserted. She whispered, "What is loneliness?"

"What?" Anezan was a little confused, wondering if his English had regressed enough to mishear Miss Wendy's question, "You..... Can you ask again?"

"What is loneliness. Athena asked bluntly.

"What is loneliness?" Anezan didn't expect such an unreasonable question, and he didn't know how to answer it for a moment, so he tilted his head slightly, and stole a glance at Ms. Wendy in the rearview mirror, wanting to see what this woman with a temperament that didn't match her appearance was thinking.

"Yes. ”

Ms. Wendy was staring out the window as she spoke, seemingly unaware of Anezan's gaze, the expression on her face not as serious as when she got into the car, but a little unreal, like something between reality and illusion. Anezan still didn't have the courage to look at Lady Wendy sitting in the back seat openly, probably calmed by her noble and awe-inspiring aura, and immediately turned his head back after a peek. Not for some reason, he had always known how to deal with various problems, but he couldn't say perfunctory words, he scratched his head, and said seriously, "Let me think about ......"

It is also unknown how long Sign 307 drove until it turned onto the highway, and the traffic gradually intensified, especially on the adjacent road out of the city, where armed pickup trucks, troop carriers, and armored vehicles were in groups.

Ane sighed in admiration and said, "It looks like there is another war!"

Athena was indifferent to this, and didn't even look at it more.

After a while, Anezan finally organized the vocabulary and said: "You ask me what loneliness is, I am limited in my skills, I can't say much, I can only say that I have a thing about my wife's relatives, his name is Ibn and his wife is my wife's cousin, and his home is in Aleppo. Everyone knows Damascus, but they don't know that Aleppo, on the Syrian-Turkish border, is the largest city in Syria. But now it has been completely destroyed by the war, and it is the largest ruin in Syria....." Ané sighed, "Aleppo is also a beautiful city, and it is a pity. ”

Athena was expressionless, and she didn't mean to agree.

Sensing the other party's bland attitude, Anezan immediately skipped the regret and hatred of the war that he wanted to express, paused and continued: "Let's go back to my wife's cousin! Before the war, I was engaged in import and export trade in Aleppo, and accumulated a lot of wealth, including luxury cars, large villas, seven or eight servants, and a company of considerable size, and I also had some connections, in short, I had a very good life, even I envied it. But after the outbreak of the war, his fate took a turn for the worse, he operated his family to flee to Tuerqi, but he didn't expect that the partner who had cooperated in Tuerqi in the past actually cheated him, first kept cheating him out of his money, he was also wary, and found other channels. However, the other party seemed to know his actions very well, and when he was about to be disappointed, he said that he had settled the matter of his family's immigration, and asked him to wait at the border with his belongings. As a result, the Turqi took him across the border, and immediately turned their faces and pointed their guns at him, and told him to hand over all his money, which he had to hand over in order to save his life, and begged them to let him go. Those people were not so bad that they would kill them if they made money, but they just threw their family back to the refugee camp on the border line, waiting for their family to be repatriated. ”

Anezan peeked at Lady Wendy again, and saw that she was listening quietly, so he picked up the stainless steel water cup engraved with the words "Sino-Syrian friendship is everlasting" and took a sip of water, "Ibn still has a good brain, he didn't put all his possessions in the car and on his body, and he hid some gold nuggets in his shoes. When he was in the camp, in order not to be repatriated, he managed to get in touch with the officials of the camp, hoping to bribe them and get a place to go to Europa. He was going to succeed, but he didn't know why the military took a fancy to him, took his whole family away, took his wife, son and daughter hostage, and let him return to the Syrian Adam spy ......"

In desperation, Ibn returned to Syriah, where he stayed for six years, during which time he was unable to return to Turqi to see his wife and children once, and was threatened by Turqi to work for the robbers. Finally, in 17 he was arrested, and at first he hoped that the Turqi would save him, but during the exchange of hostages, the Turqi side only asked for the exchange of the Turqi, completely ignored his request, and even refused to admit that he was working for Turqi. Ibn was completely abandoned, and was later released because Ibn was primarily operating in queer-controlled areas, and the situation had eased. The tragedy is that Turzi can't get by, and Syria is no longer his refuge, and he is completely homeless. He came to my wife, and my wife felt sorry for him, but my status made him unable to take him in, so he could only give him a little money. I remember when he came out of prison wearing the sweater his wife knitted for him, which he said he had worn for more than a decade. When I saw him off, I asked him if he wanted me to find his wife and children for him, and to my surprise, he just shook his head. I asked him why, and he said that whatever Turzi didn't admit that he had worked for Turzi, as long as he didn't return to Turchi, his wife and children would be able to live there well, and if he had to find a way to run back to Turzi, no one knew what would happen to the family. I said, why don't you let your wife and children go back to Syria? He said that now he has no future, let his wife and children come back and suffer with him, and maybe the family thinks he is dead......

Anezan stopped, and Athena didn't seem to understand what "loneliness" was from Ibn's story, and she waited for a while, but Anezan didn't say anything more, so Athena asked, "Is the story finished?"

"Oh~!" Anezan seemed to come back to his senses, "I guess that's it, to be honest, I have a lot of stories around me about the destruction of my family, and I can grab a lot of them casually, but I can't find anything more embarrassing than the story of Iben." Now he lives in his bombed-out home in Aleppo, he can't find a serious job, and he earns a little bit of living by teaching English and Turzi..." Anezan sighed again, "In fact, he is a very talented man, not only can speak Chinese, but also write prose and poetry. I happened to be in Aleppo this year and saw him still wearing the ragged sweater his wife had knitted for him, and his dilapidated house was full of poems he had written. He solemnly told me that in case he died, he would help him send what he had written to his wife and children. ”

Anezan took a soft breath and whispered, "The one I remember the most is written like this:

The storm has come

The plague slaughters the apocalypse, and I am in it

Painful ugly

If you see too much, it doesn't matter

I've been happy too

Enough is enough.

Enough is enough.

All you need, dear you,

Give me another word of comfort,

Or, let's comfort each other......"

Anezan's voice was beautiful at all, and a little muddy, like the mumbling of a drunk, but there was a heartbreaking heaviness.

The carriage was reduced to a strange silence, and Athena seemed to understand what solitude was in Ibn poetry.

Homelessness is one kind of loneliness, and what makes home another kind of loneliness.

So where is her home?

Is it a cold and lonely Xinxiang Manor, or a deserted island far from the world?

It wasn't the Hydra Mansion, it was just her lab. If she were to compare, she might think that the cramped and humble captain's cabin on the dilapidated "Mediterranean Overture" was more like a "home" than the Hydra Building.

Athena stared at the back of the car in distraction, her mind full of memories of the past. To her surprise, she recalled over and over again, after leaving her mother, the fragments worth remembering seemed to have happened after she met Cheng Mo.

Before meeting Cheng Mo, her life was as calm as an ancient well, and almost every day was a step-by-step life, boring to the point of lacklustreness. For her, neither the adventurous life of the inner world nor the aristocratic life of the table world is fun.

Therefore, she did not feel that she was so displaced, and it was impossible to predict how exciting her life would be in the future. This kind of stimulation was too pediatric for her, and she thought that even if death came, she would not frown.

Her memory point is never the dangerous moment brought to her by Cheng Mo, but every ordinary moment, such as they quarreled in a café in Athens, bought Coke in the supermarket, secretly ran to the kitchen to cook on the boat, rock-burned in the barren Gobi, and made Coke on the territory of queer Germans......

These mundane details are like dew that nourishes her parched heart, like blooming wildflowers that enrich her barren memories. Even she didn't expect that she would remember every minute and second of this bland so clearly.

Athena was puzzled by this, and she didn't know what role Cheng Mo played in this.

I don't know how long it took, but in the middle of the traffic, sign 307 suddenly stopped suddenly, resting on his lap, and there was a crisp crashing sound in his backpack. The voice woke Athena from her long thoughts.

"It's almost there. Anezan said.

Athena looked up at the window, and not far away was the faint city of Damascus, its sinuous curves gray in the sun, as if it had never broken free from the smoke of gunfire. She touched the backpack on her lap and unzipped it to see that there were two glass bottles full of Coke, as well as a note.

There is no doubt that Coke was made for her by Cheng Mo at Fayer's house just now. Her heart trembled slightly, and she immediately reached out and picked up the squarely folded note from her bag, and opened it to see that there were no sensational words or any parting verses written on it, but about the recipe and detailed method of Coke.

"This is the perfect recipe for my special cola: the first step: mix 1.3 grams of coriander seed and orange oil, 0.94 grams of orange oil, 1.79 grams of lemon oil, 0.14 grams of cardamom oil, 0.41 grams of cinnamon bark oil, 9.42 grams of alcohol and 5.5 grams of water. If possible, let it stand for 24 hours, then separate the mixture and remove the upper transparent yellow liquid. If you don't have the conditions, you can use it directly. Athena wondered how long Cheng Mo had been thinking about it at this time to find such a detailed ratio and method of taking the liquid, and she knew how big the project was.

"Step 2: Dissolve 4.88 grams of sugar in the minimum amount of boiling water, cool it and add 73 grams of caramel, 6.3 grams of caffeine, 22.4 grams of pentavalent phosphoric acid and a small amount of kola nut powder, and stir it into a viscous syrup (remind me that theobromine, like caffeine, is a xanthine derivative and a competitive antagonist of AMP receptors, if you Tianlong people don't mind this, please ignore it) ......."

Seeing the "Dragon Man" Athena, she couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth, she didn't know why she felt funny, maybe it was because of Cheng Mo's clumsy flattery. But when I thought of her, her heart fell silent again.

Step 3: Add 61 grams of lime juice, 38.7 grams of glycerin and 3.07 grams of vanilla extract to the syrup, mix with the secret fragrance of "Seven Flavors" obtained in the first step, and stir well...... The last step: mix 5.5 times of aerated cold water (pure carbonated water), the most important thing is to remember to add ice cubes, Coke without ice cubes is just sugar water, and ice cubes are filtered with distilled water and frozen for 48 hours of pure water ice is the best, with skills to make by hand, you can adjust the ice cubes to -7 degrees Celsius. ”

"Special Coke is a monster, and pure water ice is moonshine. That's why the name of the drink is 'Monster & Moonshine'. The letters formed into words became colorful spices, they were put into the electronic scale one by one, put into the crucible to melt into viscous syrup, Athena seemed to smell the distant strange fragrance, she closed her eyes, and returned to that night, the two of them stood in the moonlight, surrounded by the old town, a few warm lights hidden in the vast black, and a few wisps of foreign songs wafting in the silent and cold night. Cheng Mo tirelessly tried the recipe of Coke over and over again, recording the ingredients and data on paper again and again. The letters and numbers now make up a long drink that makes for a heart, and the man doesn't know where he is.

Suddenly, Athena realized what Coke tasted like.

It's the smell of monsters.

It is the taste of Cheng Mo.

It was the smell of that kiss he was cramping the bilge of the ship.

It was the last consolation for her lonely soul who didn't know what to call home.