The rectangular space is poured into a whole with metal. The silver-white walls made of special alloy shine with a cold light. Only two giant metal gates four to five meters high are dark in color, like gates to other worlds, connecting everything here.

Everything, including the air, is separated from the outside world.

In a completely enclosed space, hundreds of people are debugging precision instruments around an experimental bench.

There was a pale-faced young man on the experimental table. He was lying quietly on the alloy experimental table, curling up slightly to warm up his cold body, but his eyes were staring at one place silently.

It was an old man who looked like a skeleton. He stood quietly on the steps. His body was extremely thin. At first glance, it was impossible to tell whether he was a human or a ghost. His two chaotic eyeballs stared blankly at the young man, like

It is admiring a beautiful piece of art.

The bright space made everything look like an illusion. The cold young man and the lifeless old man looked at each other like solid ice, using cold eyes to cover up the deep pain.

The old man who had never backed down was the first to give in. He looked away, without the coldness and madness before, and walked over tremblingly like an ordinary old man.

It can be seen that he is very old, so old that he looks like a mummy and has been dead for a long time.

His eyes looked at the boy blankly, but the boy didn't know what he was looking at.

"Go away, you monster." The young man was a little scared.

"Can you call me grandpa again?" The old man opened his mouth weakly, showing a flattering expression.

All the researchers stopped what they were doing, their military-like and capable movements became slow, and they looked at the old man with dumbfounded but utter admiration.

No one wanted to believe that the pleading just now came from the mouth of this cold-blooded and crazy scientific madman, even though this scene really appeared in front of them.

The old man who has always been feared by others for his harshness and ruthlessness, at this moment, is like an old man who dotes on his grandson, humbly and pitifully trying to please the young man.

Hoarse pleading sounds floated like the wind, and faces appeared in front of the young man's eyes. With shy smiles on their young faces, they playfully surrounded the old man with silver hair like snow, asking him to play games with them.

, tell them interesting stories.

Everything is like a plum tree with bright red flowers. Although it survives in the cold wind, it has simple happiness. Then the first petals were torn off by the wind, fell to the ground and withered, but some were

They were crushed directly. Everyone had no choice but to embark on their own fate and wither away in the imposed mission, leaving only empty rooms.

For some reason, the corners of the young man's eyes became wet.

The old man stretched out his hand like a dead branch and stroked the young man's hair, and said hoarsely, "Do you hate me?"

"Have you heard their cries?" The young man raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and said helplessly: "Every time in the dead of night, they will come to me and ask me to hold on, hold on. But

Grandpa, what exactly do I want to insist on?"

"Alive." The old man whispered, "You should go to see them often, go to the underground cold storage, look at their pale appearance, and talk to them. They didn't hold on, so they are dead. But they don't want to die.

It's so meaningless, they want someone to survive and live for them. They chose you, and this plan also chose you, and all of this is to let you live."

"You are a liar." The young man raised his head suddenly, with grievance and anger intertwined in his eyes, "I am the only child left, and you said these words just to let me live to continue the experiment. None of us should die, damn it

That person is you."

He clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands jumped up, struggling like a madman. He regretted showing his cowardly side and saying what was in his heart so easily. But he couldn't help it, the loneliness had made him extremely

You are fragile, as long as someone gives you a little kindness, all your strength will fall apart.

"I will die, but not now." The old man shook his head, "I am already dying, or in other words, I should have died a long time ago. But I can't, I can't die before this plan is over."

The old man's eyes became extremely sharp, and the flickering candle was like the sun at this moment. The flame and light made him full of power like a god.

"The world is too stupid, so stupid that it has lost its awe. Now, the distant Death Star is about to reach the earth, and they will make us live in fear again. This is the punishment given to us by God. Our future has no chance,

But the past still exists, and as long as we are given enough time, the moment of destruction will be rewritten. So we have to borrow time from our ancestors, and borrow enough time for us to rewrite everything. And this is your mission, whether you are willing

Even if you don’t want to, you can’t get rid of it.”

The young man was silent for a while, then turned his head, "But how do you know that I will do things according to your orders? I hate you, and I hate all of this even more. Maybe I am the Death Star, causing destruction to arrive early."

"You won't!" The old man's eyes became sharp, "We never ordered you to do anything, we just gave you power. When you need the power we give you, that's when you start your mission."

The young man bit his lip and said stubbornly: "I won't use it. Even if I use it, it will be to destroy everything you want to protect."

"Childish." The old man sneered, his voice aggressive, "You can use it. When you meet certain people, you will know that you are never as strong as you think."

There was a ray of light in his narrowed chaotic eyes, just like the first ray of light when Pangu opened the world, full of hope and relief. The flame of aging burned in his flesh and blood, and he seemed to have seen the birth of hope.

"Child, when you feel that when you meet someone you can't let go of, your life will no longer continue for you. They will make you have no hesitation, reveal your sharp teeth and claws, and turn into a cold and cruel monster.

Even if you are against everyone, you must make them feel happy."

The young man suddenly raised his head and felt that the blood all over his body was rushing. Countless slender needles were pierced into his body. The huge pain made him roar crazily, like a black dragon in the abyss of hell about to rise into the sky, endless.

Darkness swarmed in, and he sank into the cold darkness. Feelings of helplessness and sadness washed away over and over again. Each of his companions turned into cold corpses one after another. The dark flames of hell surged and jumped, illuminating their expressions in the deepest part of their memories.

Inside, a gentle woman was looking at him lovingly.

The boy stretched out his hands, the woman's face became increasingly blurred, the pain gradually subsided, and the feeling of loneliness enveloped him. In the quiet and distant warmth, he was filled with the exhaustion of loneliness.

"Mother……"
Chapter completed!