long night fire

"Dad, I'm back." She smiled relaxedly into the microphone.

Jiang Wenfeng was pleasantly surprised:

"It's finally worth coming back!

"I heard that you have done a great job in the original city?"

"We're just soldiers..." Jiang Baimian coquettishly complained, "I'll tell you in detail when the level of secrecy is determined."

She looked away from the landline, looked at the opposite wall, and said in silence for a while:

"Dad, I want to have cochlear implant surgery."

"Huh?" Jiang Wenfeng felt that the sun must be rising from the west today.

Jiang Baimian muttered:

"There are too many dangers outside, I don't think I can let this weakness continue, and I can't let my fear affect the safety of the whole group. Oh, if you don't agree, I will retreat. Hurry up and stop my thought think!"

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." Jiang Wenfeng had a sense of urgency.

Jiang Baimian gritted his teeth lightly, and his voice became softer unconsciously:

"Also, I want to participate in experiments on awakening."

Jiang Wenfeng was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Are you sure? This is not a small risk."

Looking at the opposite wall, Jiang Baimian exhaled and said:

"determine."

Without giving Jiang Wenfeng a chance to speak again, she smiled and said:

"Dad, do you remember my childhood dream?"

Jiang Wenfeng recalled it for a while, and smiled wryly:

"Remember... At that time, you were only in your early ten years old, and you heard me talk about the destruction of the old world, the horror of 'Wuxin disease' and the tragedy of the past, and what it looks like now, clamoring to investigate the reasons for the destruction of the old world and ' No heart disease' the source of the onset, has been yelling until graduation, into the laboratory.

"I was really relieved at that time, who knows that after going round and round, you still set foot on this road."

The smile on Jiang Baimian's face became more and more obvious:

"You said you would support me in pursuing my dreams."

Jiang Wenfeng was silent for a while and said:

"Ok."

Only then did Jiang Baimian hang up the phone.

She then clicked on the music player in the computer and found a song that suited her current mood—one of which she copied from Shang Jianyao.

The beautiful singing sounded soon:

"Do you remember the dream when you were young?

"Like a flower that never fades

"Accompany me through the wind and rain

"Looking at the impermanence of the world

"Look at the vicissitudes of life

"The price paid for love..." (Note 1)

Hearing this, Jiang Baimian frowned, and after some operations, only the first five lines of the song were played, repeating the cycle:

"Do you remember the dream when you were young?

"Like a flower that never fades

"Accompany me through the wind and rain

"Looking at the impermanence of the world

"Look at the vicissitudes of life..."

……

Somewhere in the corridor on the 647th floor, Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen walked side by side.

At the corner, Bai Chen pointed to the other side and said:

"I'm home."

She lives on the 622nd floor, which is not in the same area as the elevator used by Shang Jianyao and the others.

Before Shangjian Yao and Long Yuehong could respond, Bai Chen pursed his lips and said again:

"After the rewards are issued, I plan to apply for biological prosthetics and genetic modification."

"It's very dangerous." Long Yuehong frowned.

He was referring primarily to genetic modification.

Bai Chen said calmly:

"I have decided."

I don't want to give up on my companions and leave by myself... She added silently in her heart.

"Okay." Long Yuehong never thought that she could persuade Bai Chen, and only hoped that the team leader could do it.

When the petite companion walked out of their sight, Long Yuehong and Shang Jianyao went to another area and got into the correct elevator.

Looking at his own figure reflected on the metal box wall, he asked a little uneasily:

"Does my face look all right?"

Of course, it is impossible for such a serious injury to heal completely in a few days or a few weeks. It was only recently that Long Yuehong got rid of all kinds of sequelae and was completely cured. However, his body is still relatively weak and needs to be exercised to recover later.

He is now mainly worried that his family will find out that he has been seriously injured, and he will be sad for no reason.

As for the mechanical arm that cannot be concealed, he has already thought of an excuse, and Shang Jianyao helped him think:

"It's so cool, too strong, even a man can't stand its temptation!"

Shang Jianyao looked Long Yuehong up and down:

"As long as you don't fight with people, you won't be seen as a problem."

"I'm not stupid." Long Yuehong muttered.

With my current physical condition, how can I fight with others?

Besides, for so many years before, I, Long Yuehong, have always abided by various regulations and never violated them!

Shang Jianyao added seriously:

"I mean, people will see how strong this mechanical arm is."

"..." Long Yuehong exhaled slowly.

Soon, the elevator arrived at the 495th floor. Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong waved each other in disgust, and each walked on the way home.

Shang Jianyao shook the brass-colored key, walked slowly on the "street", and greeted the passing neighbors from time to time.

They were all very interested in this young man who had returned from duty, but they could tell that the other party had just returned, so they were sorry to bother him now.

Not long after, Shang Jianyao returned to Room 196 where he lived.

He pushed the door open and entered, and the narrow and cramped room was reflected in his eyes.

The horizontal bed in the deepest part, the red lacquered wooden table and chairs on the left, the stove and sink on the right are all squeezed into a space of only six square meters.

Seeing that Yao didn't clean up immediately, Shang entered the room and closed the door, walked to the bed, and lay down on the bed.

The room was unusually quiet, and he was alone again.

Shang Jianyao immediately raised his right hand and squeezed his temples on both sides.

He came to the empty soul room and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he divided it into three parts and began to transform the place with his thoughts.

He separated two rooms, one large and one small, and made a very narrow bathroom.

Then, he brought out the red lacquered wooden table and other furniture from memory one by one, including the clothes that he could no longer wear.

At the end of the renovation, Shang Jianyao fixed the cloud representing the "Sea of ​​Origin" on one of the walls in the small room, turning it into an "LCD TV".

After finishing all this, he sat down and looked at the room silently.

(End of the fourth part)

Note 1: "The Price of Love", Li Zongsheng.

Summary of part four

I haven't written a summary for a long time, my hands are a little raw, laughing.

The fourth part "Emperor" has two main meanings. One is to represent the last words of the former "Original City" Emperor Olei, which is also the main task of the "Old Tune Group". City" rights change.

In addition, I am also trying to use different characters to represent different musical instruments. They come from all directions, converge into the most intense movement, and then go away one by one, leaving only the instrument representing the protagonist to pull out the lingering sound and render feeling lonely.

This way of writing inevitably requires new characters, good shaping, and a progression of characters from the original characters.

For this reason, I wrote the arrogant "priest", the general Phocas with the appearance of a lion and the heart of a fox, the merciful Zenaga, the easy-going Galoran, the ambitious Gaius, and the Assus who was addicted to desire. Zeng Duo, the selfless Zeng Duo who runs around in his hometown, wait, wait, wait.

At the same time, Xiaohong ignited her courage, Lao Han understood the meaning of love, Xiaobai's complete presentation of the past and present determination, Dabai began to face his own fears, and Shang Jianyao took another step on the road to mental illness. After taking a solid step, Lao Ge gradually grasped the meaning of the word emotional intelligence. These all belong to the development trajectory of the characters, which makes their images more layered.

At this point, I feel that I have achieved my intended purpose.

The main problem lies in six points:

First, when I first arrived in a big place, and it will be a place where I will be active for a long time, I am always used to cutting in from some corners and corners to show the characters here, the cultural customs here, and then bring out the characters little by little. Outline events bit by bit, which leads to a slow pace in the early stage. For some friends, the reading experience may not be very good.

The second is also the problem of rhythm. As I said in this book, there are upgrades, but I will try to weaken the help of upgrades to the rhythm. Therefore, in the whole book, Shang Jianyao only upgraded once. From expecting him to become stronger, expecting some From the perspective of readers with more changes, such a rhythm is indeed not very friendly.For this reason, when I first made the settings, I made "props" similar to magical items, hoping to reflect changes through the acquisition and consumption of props, so that the focus of the story can be more focused on the advancement of the plot.

The third is fighting, how should I put it, every fight involving the awakened consumes my brainpower, and it is more difficult than writing boxing, martial arts, magic, etc., so it is easy to be polarized: when certain abilities first When it appears once, in order not to confuse everyone, I will definitely explain it completely. Fighting will appear long-winded, which is suitable for reading in one breath, and I don’t have the ability to write so much in one breath; The second or even third time, when the focus is on the battle of wits, the effect is not bad, it is both interesting and intense.

The fourth is the lack of tension. When no one of the main characters dies, the tension of the story is indeed a bit difficult to create. Without tension, it will not be exciting enough, and there will be no big climax.The solution to this problem is not to die for the sake of the dead. When it is time to die, it will naturally die. I will try to use "failure" to create a corresponding atmosphere. That is to say, not every task can be successful.

The fifth is the change of power in the "Original City" because the protagonist group is only playing soy sauce on the edge, so I use it more as a stage to draw out more settings and deeper secrets, and to shape the characters, rather than a climax trigger point, which has formed a certain dislocation with the readers' expectations.

Sixth, some suspense settings were dragged on for too long, resulting in a lack of shocking feeling when deciphering.

The above is the summary of the fourth part. The fifth part is "Heroes", which is named after Beethoven's Third Symphony. From the name, you should be able to guess that the fifth part will have related content about "The Salvation Army".

fifth hero

Chapter 1 "The Corridor of the Mind"

Floor 495, Block C, No. 11.

When Long Yuehong arrived home, not long after dinner, two siblings, Long Zhigu and Long Aihong, were clearing the table and cleaning the dishes under the supervision of their mother, Gu Hong.

Their father, Long Dayong, was of course not idle, cleaning the room very skillfully.

Long Yuehong saw all this through the half-open door, hesitated for a few seconds, and walked in.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Subconsciously, he wanted to scratch his hair with his right hand, but he saw five iron-black metal fingers.

Long Yuehong was stunned for a second, in order to cover up the complex emotions in her heart, she flicked a stainless steel comb out, and carefully straightened her thick to messy black hair.

Hearing his voice, Gu Hong suddenly turned around and looked towards the door.

"You're back, it's been several months!" the middle-aged woman chattered in surprise, joy and excitement.

In the next second, her follow-up words froze in her mouth, because she saw that Long Yuehong's palms and wrists were obviously different from normal.

It no longer has a physical feeling, but it has a metallic cold light.

"This is?" Gu Hong asked hesitantly.

Her attitude affected Long Dayong, Long Zhigu, and Long Aihong, making their joyful expressions a little bit puzzled.

Long Yuehong laughed, waved her right arm, moved five fingers and said: