Tyrannosaurus Rex and Xiaojiaohua [The End Times]

Reach out to hug each other during the day, compete with each other like beasts at night, day after day.The partners of the same period—or the enemy, have been changed beyond recognition, or died, or were revived after undergoing transformation.However, Qiao Muqi performed well in the initial competition, but was evaluated as a semi-finished product because he still failed to stimulate his abilities, and lost the meaning of continuing to be studied.

The doctor's interest turned to new test subjects, and his remaining mission was nothing more than waiting.

Waiting to be taken seriously again?

wait to die?

Or wait for something else?

Seconds clicked, clicked, and the persistent questions gradually became unnecessary.

Living in the white observation room every day, even the hypnotic radio disappeared without a trace.Tranquility and emptiness swayed back and forth in the cold and hard walls, the smell and color of blood gradually settled in the brain, and a faint shadow was only reflected in the midnight dream.

He has learned to dream, very rarely, but he has dreamed of the scene where the doctor smiled and praised his handwriting, and he was jostling with his partners.

After waking up, I tiptoed to look out of the small square window, and sometimes I could see the doctor playing with the new experimental product.

The doctor's playful eyes remained the same as before, and the face of the experimental product was constantly changing.

There are no springs, summers, autumns and winters underground, no flowers and trees, until one day, the sirens of the research institute were loud and bombed again and again.The door of the observation room was broken, and he looked left and right for a long time without seeing anyone, and he groped up to the ground with bare feet.

The air on the ground is different, and so are people.

Shen Dechuan is dark, not smiling, with bloody hands and fierce eyes, completely opposite to the iconic color of the Institute.Without changing his face, he killed the doctor, the researcher, and the replicas who stole the meaning of his existence.Then Qiao Muqi kept adjusting the angle of his head, watching him getting closer and closer step by step.

It seems to be over.

He thought so, and smiled habitually.Just like what the doctor taught—thinking of the soft, sweet candy-flavored nutrient solution in my mind, my two eyes looked at each other seriously, the eyelids were slightly lowered, the corners of the eyebrows, the corners of the eyes and the corners of the mouth were bent into the shape of a small moon .

As a result, the big monster-like guy stretched out his hand to him.

It's hands.

His eyes lit up, and he clapped his palms up and down, sticking them to his big warm hands.

The innocent action seemed to keep him alive, and he didn't die that day.

He didn't die on the second or third day, and he started to learn some messy things again, replacing the cold codes with words from the dictionary.

From then on, he lived a docile and quiet life, liked to read and enjoy handwriting, and gradually got used to the silent life and companionship, completely treating himself as an ordinary human being.

Two years ago, one of the researchers of the Aris project who narrowly escaped came to the door and offered the forgotten truth.The simple two-page paper broke his self-cognition. The nightmare haunted him day and night, and he was physically and mentally exhausted. In the end, Shen Dechuan chose to let him forget.

Qiao Muqi closed the diary in his hand, rubbing the rough cover back and forth with his fingertips, and the turmoil in his heart turned into a long breath.

So this is ah.

No parents, no friends and no status.

They were born out of Zhong Hong's ambition, and the only meaning of their existence is to replicate Shen Dechuan's abilities and replace them.

Can't see the light, the shadow of failure.

He is nobody.

Although he is in a complicated mood now, he will no longer cowardly deny himself.

Because he is not a flower in the greenhouse two years ago, he has experienced different kinds of death and growth, and has enough endurance.On the way here, he has already imagined various possibilities.

but--

When did you bury the diary here?

Have you ever done something like this?

Small doubts flashed through his mind, and a deep and old voice came from above his head, calling his name.

His hair stood on end, and he raised his head in shock.It is impossible to hide living people among the criss-crossing branches, only a few cats that melted into the night stood up vigilantly, and could not see anything suspicious.

"You finally came."

It was indeed the sound coming from there.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Who?"

Qiao Muxi squinted his eyes, but couldn't find the black cat with a big belly.

An old man's voice sighed, "I think you don't remember me anymore, and maybe you can't create new objects anymore. But now you should remember your past, your birth and the meaning of existence - a half-duplicate The former prophet once said that Shen Dechuan would end the old era. I searched for you and woke you up again and again, just to remind you. You are also Shen Dechuan, another possibility for him. The possibility of opening a new era It's not him, it's you."

Qiao Muqi's face changed slightly, his eyebrows and eyes sank seriously.

Who is this?

Why do you know all his secrets?

The voice changed the subject, "You've seen the consequences of hierarchy, haven't you?"

Talking to a cat might seem a little weird, but conversation is also a way to find out information.

Qiao Muxi squatted down, and answered in a low voice after deliberation: "Yes."

"Are you also aware of the contradiction between supernatural beings and ordinary people?"

"Yes."

"So what do you want to do?"

The question asked by the other party was exactly his confusion in recent days, which immediately reminded him of the unconscious Shen Dechuan and his dilapidated home on the verge of death.It's not his responsibility, he thought.

At least it shouldn't be his responsibility alone.

The phantom flickered, and a cat landed lightly.

"You're not going to do anything, are you?"

"I don't know, I have more important things to do..."

The cat took two steps back and forth, stepping on the soft pad between the sand and soil, interrupting his slightly guilty justification, "Most people lead lives of silence and despair, and the so-called resignation is deep-rooted despair. You live, Breathe in and breathe out to live, but whether you want to make a sound or not can only be decided by you, have you really decided to give up the right to speak?"

"..."

"Ok."

The cat lowered its tail in a serious manner, and sighed like a slap in the face viciously.For some reason, he felt very embarrassed and ashamed, as if he had done something shameful.

Familiar feeling.

"who are you?"

He asked persistently.

"It doesn't matter, a meddlesome person, just a dead person." The cat disappeared in twos and twos, leaving a last sentence: "If you don't reach the end, the sacrifice on the way is meaningless. Qiao Muqi, I want you to remember this."

The cold wind blew past, rustling, and there was no sound of anyone.

Is it the end...

But who knows where the end is, and how many sacrifices are left on the way?

Qiao Muxi stood there feeling lost.

Ding!

The optical brain on the left wrist emits a dazzling blue light, and a series of light bands rush out impatiently, like unstoppable waves.Within two seconds, Mu Ding's familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in front of his eyes.

Different from the three-dimensional outline composed of circles last time, it seems to have a human body, complete with limbs and heads.

It's Muding!

Mu Ding's reappearance, doesn't it mean——

"what are you doing?!"

Mu Dingzhan spoke coldly, his tone was still tough and implied meanness, as if he had never left.

Qiao Muxi reached out and grabbed his wrist.

entity? !

He looked straight at Mu Ding, his dark eyes were like burning lamps, "My ability has recovered?"

"you--"

"Answer me, won't you?!"

Mu Ding couldn't resist his commanding questioning, so he turned his head away, and the word yes popped out of his mouth.

recovered!

I don't feel anything, but the ability to create is back!

"How is your hand—"

"go!"

Qiao Muxi seemed to come alive immediately, and left everything behind, hurriedly walked, "Contact Ji Yi, let's go back to D area!"

There are still many doubts about the mystery of his life experience.

Why do semi-finished products have abilities?

Who was the man who observed him through the cat and claimed to have been looking for him?

How did the current Ph.D. escape from death and become the new Ph.D. of the research institute, and concurrently serve as the head of the underground Science and Technology Association?

He knew who to ask for answers.

The most important thing right now is: Shen Dechuan is waiting for him.

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