black tower

Dissociative disease, Du Ruo has heard these three words a long time ago. Compared with madness, dissociative disease is certainly not serious, but it somewhat makes people feel that the mental ability of the sick sentinel is too weak to get this disease .Relying on his superior advanced rating [S3 level], and his father Du Wang's status as the leader of the tower area, Du Ruo, who has always regarded himself as the favorite of the sky in the Sentinel Academy and believes that his life has nothing to do with the word "weak" at all, After hearing Qin Yongnian's judgment on himself, he felt deeply lost and uneasy, not only because his dissociative disorder would develop into madness if it continued to worsen, but also because he realized that he might also be judged by him in the future. Others are labeled as weak.

To be honest, in fact, Du Ruo quite sympathized with Xu An who was executed by him last night. This is the fate of the weak, but unfortunately, there is nothing anyone can do.

Because of Qin Yongnian's request, Du Ruo can only temporarily recuperate in the lounge, waiting for the tower area to arrange a guide to guide him spiritually.

As a sentinel, Du Ruo understands that guides are an indispensable existence in their lives, but he just doesn't like guides very much. The feeling that he has to rely on others to make himself mentally normal really damages his status as a "strong man". ", from his master Qin Yongnian, he saw the possibility that he could also live independently and powerfully as a sentinel, but now, this possibility was about to be broken.

"The sentinel you want to guide is inside." A guide opened the door and invited Zhao Hongguang in.

In fact, Zhao Hongguang was not in the mood to guide others. After all, he just watched Han Jun being forcibly taken out of his sight by two iron guards in the tower area.

At this time, the person who needs counseling the most is Han Jun.

"It's you?" Du Ruo immediately recognized Zhao Hongguang, his number one guide, the guy who rejected his match at the first time. , the other party wanted to be matched with the brain-damaged former Chief Sentinel, not himself.

"Meow..." The snow leopard with the big tail also raised its head, and it smelled the breath of guide element in the air that made it feel at ease.

"Chirp!" Zhao Hongguang took advantage of the situation and let out Fei Chirp. The other party stood on his shoulders, and he became very interested in the snow leopard's fluffy and dense fur. His two small mung bean-like eyes suddenly widened.

"Hey, don't make trouble." Zhao Hongguang patted Fei Jiu's small brain with his backhand. He already knew what Fei Jiu wanted to do to Du Ruo's mental body, but his spiritual sea was now fully connected with Han Jun. If the products of other Sentinels' spiritual seas were allowed to enter there, it would inevitably cause him rejection and discomfort.

"Chairman Qin Yongnian asked me to conduct spiritual counseling for you. I heard that you have a slight dissociation disorder?" After Han Jun's messy spiritual sea was dredged and repaired, he guessed that for the time being, there shouldn't be any sentry in the tower area whose mental sea was as chaotic as his Uncle Han's.

"I don't know, I've never had it before." Du Ruo rubbed the center of his brows, he felt an indescribable sense of discomfort lingering in his mind.

"It's okay. Let me take a look at it for you?" Zhao Hongguang nodded. What he wanted to do now was to finish counseling the guy in front of him who looked like a stinky fart, and then go home to comfort Han Jun.

"By the way, did you stroke my snow leopard?" Du Ruo saw the spiritual tentacles protruding from Zhao Hongguang's palm, the glowing silver threads, the color is pure and beautiful, and it is also a manifestation of the guiding ability. He still vaguely remembered the sensation brought by the touch of these things on his spiritual head, and the spiritual tentacles of highly matched guides could easily enter his spiritual sea, and even bring him some strange sense of comfort.

"No." Zhao Hongguang quickly denied Du Ruo's question. He didn't even take a second look at the snow leopard before letting Fei Jiu jump into his palm, and then the other party led his spiritual tentacles into Du Ruo slowly. The spiritual sea unfolded in front of him.

Unlike Du Ruo, who seems a little domineering and arrogant, the other party's spiritual sea is a very pure and even warm beach. The colorful shells add interesting decorations to the gravel, and the hermit crabs crawling on the beach from time to time are even more so. Bringing a lovely vibe to this sea of ​​spirits, and on the far side of the beach stands a spray-painted Ferris wheel that spins lazily, some debris of the spiritual barrier slowly tumbling around it. float.

What a naive spiritual sea, this is Zhao Hongguang's first judgment on Du Ruo. Next, his spiritual tentacles flew to the Ferris wheel led by Fei Jiu, and Fei Jiu and his spiritual tentacles were careful together. He quickly collected the debris of the barrier, and sent them back to the Ferris wheel piece by piece.Fat Chirp has been tirelessly building its favorite "villa" in Zhao Hongguang's spiritual sea, so repairing this strange spiritual barrier is naturally not a problem for it.

"Hmm..." During this process, Du Ruo kept his eyes tightly closed. To be honest, he felt very comfortable, and it was an unprecedented comfort. It turned out that it was such a comfortable thing for a highly matched guide to guide him.

Zhao Hongguang then turned his spiritual tentacles into waves, and washed and cleaned the sandy beach in Du Ruo's spiritual sea.

"Okay." Zhao Hongguang patted Du Ruo's arm, indicating that the other party's spiritual counseling had been completed.

Du Ruo, who felt that his spiritual sea was completely relaxed, let out a long sigh. He tried to strengthen his mental barrier, shielding the noises that made him uneasy before without a trace.

"How do you feel?" Zhao Hongguang beckoned to the snow leopard at Du Ruo's feet, and the other party immediately walked over and rubbed Zhao Hongguang's calf with his head.

"Meow... Meow..." The voice was lifeless, even a little cute. Zhao Hongguang gently rubbed the snow leopard's head, and at the same time began to miss Han Jun's mighty white tiger, and he didn't know. How is the other party at home now?

After Feijiu completed the task ordered by Zhao Hongguang, he sang proudly and flicked its long tail, as if asking for credit from its master. As a silver-throated long-tailed tit, it has a round body and a long tail. It can be regarded as its symbol.

"I feel much better. By the way, I heard, you, you seem to be Han Jun's guardian now?" A perfect spiritual counseling can easily make the relationship between the sentinel and the guide harmonious. Although Du Ruo didn't thank Zhao Hongguang , but he also put away his arrogance in front of the other party.

Zhao Hongguang smiled. For some reason, he found that he began to like to confirm the relationship between himself and Han Jun from other people: "Well, yes, I am currently the guardian of my uncle."

"It's quite dangerous. After all, I heard that he's not normal here." Du Ruo pointed to his head. He originally wanted to describe Han Jun directly with the word brain-dead, but now that Zhao Hongguang called him uncle, he wanted to If you want to match Han Jun, you'd better pay attention to your wording.

Zhao Hongguang, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly turned dark. No matter what, he felt that the spiritual sea was a shiny beach, and Du Ruo, whose mental barrier was actually a ferris wheel for entertainment, was much more abnormal than Han Jun. The other party was really an idiot. Super naive and self-righteous brat!

"Uncle Han is normal now."

"Really? I heard that he seems to have a bad relationship with Ling Feng's chief sentinel. Did they fight near the No. [-] White Tower just now?" Du Ruo already knew that Han Jun came to the tower area to argue with Ling Feng. , if the other party is really normal, why bother to go back to the tower area to fight with Ling Feng after healed? Is it really too long to idle in the black tower?

"He didn't come for Ling Feng. Last night, one of his former subordinates was honorably executed because of a relapse of madness. He believed that the Tower District made a wrong decision, and... Captain Ling Feng may have been sympathetic to the unfortunate What did the sentries do, so they developed from quarreling to fighting." When Han Jun decided to start a fight with Ling Feng, Zhao Hongguang also tried to dissuade him, but after seeing Han Jun's sad expression, He actually felt that it was necessary for the other party to vent his resentment. His Uncle Han had been really miserable these years.

"Sorry." Du Ruo was silent for a moment, then raised her head and stared at Zhao Hongguang seriously.

"What are you sorry for?"

"Han Jun's subordinate was executed by me."

Du Ruo slowly held his face, and let out another long sigh through his fingers. It was precisely because he killed the disabled sentinel who had lost one hand that his psychological pressure became so great. He claims to be a strong man, and he admires the strong man even more, but one day he finally made a move on the weak.

Zhao Hongguang blinked and didn't speak. He turned his head and grabbed Fei Jiu in his hands. While stroking the other's feathers, he thought that he should have let Fei Jiu leave some bird droppings on the beach just now.

Han Jun was quickly sent back to his villa complex in the A1 safety zone. When he was escorted in by the iron guards in the tower area, he glanced at the yard at the door, and at some point in the deserted flower garden began to emit a little light. Tender buds, when new life begins to conceive, Xu An's short life disappears like a meteor.

"Captain Han, I'm sorry, we are only following orders." The sentries in the tower area still respect the former chief, because Zhao Hongguang was still in the tower area to guide Du Ruo, so the two escorts Han The iron guard in the tower area that Jun returned to also has no plans to leave for the time being.

"There's food and drink in the refrigerator, you can do what you want. I'm going upstairs to sleep." Han Jun, who had a cold face from the beginning to the end, went straight upstairs. If it wasn't for Du Wang's action, he really wanted to take Qin Yongnian as well. If you beat him up hard, even if the other party will retaliate against you afterwards, but for your own brother, what does it matter? !

Han Jun returned to the room, lit a cigarette, and began to think about Xu An's death. According to the information released by the coalition government, Xu An's sudden madness was also the result of Wings of Liberty's manipulation behind the scenes, and Wings of Liberty Why move such a crippled sentinel?Is it against yourself?Or to hide something?

With a cigarette in his mouth, Han Jun turned on the electronic office equipment in the room, and he quickly called up the news about the recent cases of sentinels going berserk. It is said that what induced them to go berserk again was a kind of neurotoxin that neither the coalition government nor the tower district could decipher at present, which reminded Han Jun quickly of the time he went berserk in the black tower, even though he had lost his memory, But he watched the video that Lin Shaoan showed him after the incident. The only thing he remembered was that before he fell into madness, he felt a sharp pain in his waist.

Could it be that Wings of Liberty's hand has reached into the Black Tower?Han Jun gasped suddenly, and slowly opened his clothes to see if there was any abnormality in his body, but he only saw the bullet wound left by Ling Feng on his waist. With that tough straitjacket blocking him, his internal organs might have been shattered by the bullet at that time.Obviously, no matter whether it is Ling Feng or the black hand who deliberately made himself mad, they all have the same purpose - to let himself die.

"Heh..." Han Jun touched the wound with a wry smile. It seemed that in order to find out the truth, he had to work hard to live.

At the moment when Han Jun put down his clothes and clamped the cigarette again, there was another severe cracking pain in the depths of his mental barrier.

"Oh!" Han Jun's lips trembled, and the cigarette butt immediately fell to the ground. He held his head tightly in both hands, and many fragmentary memories began to pour out from his mental barrier again. It belonged to his and Wei Chen's memories, and there were even some unbelievable pictures in the fragments of these memories.