【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

Someone is crying.

who is it?

The girl suddenly opened her eyes——

The familiar ceiling, the wooden frame on the side is printed with gorgeous and complex patterns.

Feeling the weight on her body, the girl moved her body slightly, and the weight suddenly lightened, followed by an urgent voice:

"pregnancy!"

It's "death".

The girl's consciousness has not yet completely withdrawn from the tragic war, but she subconsciously raised her hand to touch the head of "Death" and comforted it gently.

Looking around the room, Duoyun was obviously trying hard to keep himself up, his body was almost in a puddle, but he still tried his best to rub the girl's arm.

Looking up again, he saw the "rich man" leaning against the door.

"It seems that I have a good relationship with the lady. The lady woke up just after I arrived."

"Death" turned around suddenly and hesitated to speak to the face of the "rich man".

It was true when he first came, but this is the twelfth time he has come tonight.

"......How long?"

The "rich man" seemed to think for a moment, then pretended to take out his pocket watch and took a look:

"It's half past three in the morning."

"It has been more than ten hours since I found you fainted."

The girl turned her gaze back and nodded.

Did the months I experienced there turn out to be only a dozen hours?

wrong.

Did she really go through that?

Or was it just a long dream?

The girl looked at her hands——

The hands that should have been covered with wounds and new calluses are now white and delicate, with only some marks left on the fingertips from holding the pen.

No part of my body—except my head—feels pain.

The only thing that could be called a scar was a bruise on her elbow, which was left when she fainted. It was easy to guess.

It seems that everything, except her memory, has no evidence to prove that she actually experienced all that.

The "rich man" yawned without leaving a trace, and waved to the person behind him:

"Young lady has slept for so long. She must have enough energy to handle some basic examinations, right?"

"There is also a private room downstairs with food, and the waiters are there. If it gets cold, let them warm it up."

"I'm going to bed, good night, miss."

The girl nodded, said "Thank you" with a clear smile, and watched the "rich man" leave.

Gently patting away "Death"'s hand tightly clenched on his waist, "Death" shook his head like a rattle.

Don't let go.

Before, it was because I let go that I fainted at the door.

The girl sighed helplessly:

"Then just watch me from the side, okay?"

"Death" nodded heavily.

Seeing a large group of white coats surrounding the girl, doing this and that, "death" was squeezed out little by little. Although it was not a pleasant feeling, she still sat aside obediently.

"生" has a long-lasting smell.

"Death" hesitated outside the crowd, but ultimately did not say these words.

The girl numbly cooperated with the examination, her mind in confusion.

The huge and complex information in the earth's veins all poured in the moment she opened her eyes, leaving her unable to find a clue.

It seems that I forgot a very important thing.

Until the girl sat at the dining table, stirring the clear soup in the bowl, she still couldn't recall it.

"Not to your liking?"

The "rich man" pushed open the door and walked in. The girl looked at the sky that was not yet fully lit in surprise.

Capitalists, are they actually exchanging their lives for money?

"Just getting used to getting up early."

The "rich man" naturally sat across from the girl and picked up another set of unopened tableware:

"Your inspection report is all normal," the "rich man" scooped up a spoonful of clear soup gracefully, "Perhaps there is another hidden secret?"

The girl's movements paused——

Even she herself didn't know if she had gone back to the past.

So she had to say:

"I don't know, I just had a long dream."

The "rich man" raised his eyebrows:

"What about the content?"

The clear soup that the girl had been stirring for a long time finally entered her mouth. She swallowed it and cleared her throat gently:

"You should know that more than half of the content in dreams will be forgotten after waking up."

"And your question is a bit over the line."

"Really?" This clear soup probably didn't suit the "rich man's" taste, so he pushed it aside, "I'm sorry, I'm just a little worried about the lady."

Is it concern? Or have ulterior motives?

The girl obviously did not have enough trust in the capitalists, and she had no intention of hiding the sneer that flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The "rich man" changed the dish to the next dish indifferently and said:

"After all, the lady calls me 'Your Excellency' on the surface, but she calls me 'Pantarone' in private."

"I thought we were already considered 'friends'."

?

How did he know.

It’s just a name——

name?

In a flash of lightning, the girl grasped this key point in the chaos.

name--

Amos.

Thinking of that night, the boy looked thoughtful when he heard her "name".

Thinking of Diego Lapian's silent mouth during the confrontation.

I think of every moment that Dickapian whispered this name.

This name is real.

"Excuse me."

The girl stood up very quickly without controlling her strength, causing the dining table to vibrate.

But she had no time to care about the etiquette at this time. She didn't even care about "death" who stood up after half a beat. She only searched for this familiar and unfamiliar word in her mind as she walked.

"Amos, Amos..."

The information in her mind seemed to be projected on a screen in front of her eyes, and the bow of Amos was displayed in front of her eyes——

It is just like in the memory. Although its origin is not specifically marked, in history, its owner is indeed a girl who participated in the resistance.

However, this is not what the girl is looking for.

"found it."

"In Mondrian (Hebrew), Amos——"

The girl suddenly lost her voice.

It means "God bless".

What do you mean?

The only thing above the devil is the throne in the sky.

Probably worthy of the identity of "God".

and so.

When He chose this name for her—

What's your mood?

Diehlappian often sneered at the frailty of her mortal body, insinuating her short and fragile life span.

But in fact, was He praying for her every time He whispered this name?

He is clearly such a proud god——

Are you begging for the throne in heaven for her?

and so.

Even at the moment he was targeted by her arrow, at the moment he was destined to perish under her hands——

Was He praying for her all the time?

Does this mean that he can obviously resist and kill her with his own hands, but -

He finally chose to surrender in front of his lover.

His turning back on the tower was not to kill her.

But I want to take one last look at my lover's eyes, even if they are full of hate.

His life has long been buried in a thousand winds, and His love may have been erased in the rushing history.

No one knows now whether He ever regretted it even a little bit at a certain moment.

I regret that I didn't realize earlier that the power that makes people feel soft is called "love".