Always wear fast until after the death of the original master

You still don't want to believe he's dead.

After three years, Schneider saw Manuel again.

He sat behind the glass, and as he lowered his head, his slender hair hung down to one side, not knowing what he was looking at.

He still has the same figure, not as strong as a general, nor does he have the smooth or mature temperament like ordinary high-ranking people because of entertainment.

It should be the same as before, Schneider thought, after such a long time, he even doubted who gave him the courage to treat Manuel like that.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a slight push behind him, only to hear the prison guard's voice behind him: "The leader has an explanation, this is the first request from the mermaid direction, can you please restore it?" It depends on your negotiation."

He said, pressing Schneider's buttocks, and gently pushing him in: "If necessary, you can be informal."

He was pushed and staggered, and the cheap prosthetics didn't even provide the most basic support.Fortunately, Schneider was used to this kind of pushing and shoving, so he got used to supporting the only table beside him.

The table was of excellent quality, even if Schneider put all his strength on it, it didn't vibrate at all, but Schneider realized that he was pressed behind whose table, like a frightened bird.

A few steps back, dragging the prosthesis, followed by a series of apologies.

At this time, Manuel slowly raised his head, his pale pupils well concealed his expression.

In front of him was a stack of paper materials, very thick, describing Schneider's confession and the crimes he committed in words.

Schneider only now remembered that Manuel's light-colored pupils could not hide anything in the first place. If he likes it, he likes it, and if he hates it, he hates it. At that time, his criteria for judging things seemed to be only right and wrong. .

At that time, it was he who thought highly of himself and disdained to see the emotions expressed by Manuel, but now, no matter how much he speculated, he couldn't get a glimpse of Manuel's emotions.

He had flipped through the paper in front of him. Schneider lowered his eyes and saw that Manuel's fingertips hidden in the paper were slightly withdrawn, and the paper hanging on the fingertips fell gently with his movements. .

Apparently fingers have lost their usefulness as bookmarks.

"Where's Nolan?" Manuel said softly, his voice in this room was completely inferior to Schneider's apologetic voice, but it made Schneider hold back the bluntness that was about to come out as if someone had choked his throat.

It took a while to even breathe freely: "Isn't Nolan dead?" He asked cautiously.

"Do you think I'll believe it?" He didn't say this too quickly, and said every word as if he had carefully considered it: "Where did you hide him?"

Schneider had already retreated to the bottom of the wall. He felt that although the person in front of him spoke slowly and thoughtfully, the oppression he felt was unprecedented.

"I'm telling the truth." Schneider hurriedly said in order to save his life: "The records of the original interrogation are all in front of you. If it's not possible, there are also the original videos."

Manuel pursed his lips very slightly, but this was caught by Schneider who was already living by observing words and expressions.

"I want to listen to the truth." He pushed away the interrogation record on the table, only looking at Schneider.

"I really didn't lie to you!" He said hastily, "If you don't believe the interrogation records, I remember there are videotapes. You say I don't have to make myself like this to hide a Nolan."

"I didn't watch the video." Manuel interrupted his defense, stood up and stared at him with slightly lowered eyes: "I want to listen to you."

He just said the second half of the sentence, when he waved his hand lightly, the sharp nails that Schneider was familiar with popped out of his round fingertips, and with a slight stroke of it-the table at hand that was just praised by Schneider was of excellent quality. Cut in half, the cut is smooth, that's how it seems to be produced.

When half of the table fell, it happened to press against the wall Schneider was leaning against, leaving only a gap where he could move freely, and he couldn't stretch it.

"I want to hear you tell the truth." Manuel approached him, and the icy nails brought him back to that day.

The deep memory about the pain came back to his mind.

Before that day, he was a high-spirited general.Compared with the bone-piercing pain, what he remembered deeply was the life of being a prisoner.

Even the groveling that he has become accustomed to in order to get a little survival, has become accustomed to the life of being a useless person, such familiar coldness seems to make him realize that he once had such a high-spirited life, and he was once envied by everyone Object.

And the person who ruined him stood in front of him.

What's even more ridiculous is that in order to survive, he still groveled.But...he looked at his right side, the cheap prosthetics couldn't support his daily life at all, and it was very difficult to lift his hands, not to mention that the lost limbs were bursting out day and night. Tolerable pain.

What's the point of living like this?Why is he still groveling because of such a mutilated body?He looked up, and after three years, he looked into Manuel's eyes again. He was so close that he saw his own reflection. The entire right side of his face seemed to be melted by magma, leaving pits and holes black carbonization.

Not to mention others, even he sometimes finds it disgusting when he looks in the mirror.

But what can he take revenge on the person in front of him?He is someone that even the entire Federation needs to lick their faces to please.

Just as he was thinking for so long, Manuel pulled him out of his memory with another sentence: "Where is Nolan?"

His repetition over and over again seemed to make Schneider understand something, and he asked a little cautiously: "Don't you believe that Nolan...is dead?"

His light words caused Manuel's fingertips to scratch hard on the wall behind him: he easily scratched a deep line on the wall specially used to hold important prisoners, and he squinted. You can even see the iron plates and layers of solid building materials inside.

It was so easily scratched, just like his arm.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a cold shiver on the left side of his neck, and the chill that made him hate to the bone filled his blood along his neck: "I want to listen to your truth, not nonsense."

Schneider laughed. After getting used to the pain, it made his brain clearer. Looking at Manuel in front of him, he suddenly understood that what the person in front of him wanted to hear was not the truth at all. It's just that he doesn't want to believe that Nolan is really dead.

"Hahaha..." He suddenly covered his stomach and laughed, what could make him happier than seeing him tearing his heart apart?

"I'm telling the truth, my lord." He said mockingly: "It's you, what you want to hear is nonsense."

"Nolan is dead!" He looked into Manuel's eyes without any fear, and watched with satisfaction that his pale pupils burst out like a fire that could not be extinguished.It turns out that the emotion that Manuel was hiding was already at the critical value.

Only a slight igniting of his words can cause his whole body to collapse.

"You just killed me, that's what I said." Schneider even felt that Manuel's revenge on his wound made him more refreshed, because he knew that the pain he was hurt at this time was far less than Manuel's. What I am now enduring.

Most of all people leave their own despair.

"He's dead! He died in front of you, didn't he?" Schneider smiled: "I remember the bomb planted back then, the lethality should not be small, what about Nolan? There won't be even bones left. Oh... Then speaking of it, it’s not without reason that you don’t believe he’s dead.”

He said so many words at once, which caused the corners of his already scabbed lips to crack again, but so what, Schneider felt very happy: "In order to save you, he directly used his tricks in my plan, Dude, fooled us all."

"Couldn't have fooled you too." Schneider looked at Manuel in front of him with satisfaction and finally revealed all his hidden emotions: "It's ridiculous when you think about it."

"Nolan finally knew that he loved you, and was about to rescue you, but you actually mistakenly thought he was working with me."

"Hahaha, if he finds out that you don't trust him before he dies, do you think Nolan will die with regret."

"Shut up." Manuel said these two words, as if he could no longer speak, and squeezed out from between his teeth, his voice trembling, like a glass of water after an earthquake.

Dangling, the sentences that can be said are already broken.

"I won't shut up." Schneider said: "Nolan has shut up forever, what's wrong, as his ex-husband, can't I even say a few words for him?"

This is the last sentence of Schneider's life.

After he finished speaking, he only heard a muffled "boom", and Schneider's eyes saw his toes inexplicably, and there was a patch of dark red, which was dripping on his face like rain.

Then he felt himself rolling a few times, his sight was farther and farther away from his toes, and then gradually blurred, and his thoughts stopped running, but fortunately, the pain that had tortured him for three years finally ignored him at this time went.

"You're talking nonsense, Nolan isn't dead." Manuel looked at Schneider's rolled head, which bounced on the table, leaving a pool of blood red on the white wall before rolling to the ground again.

It seems that what Schneider said just now is not true.

Manuel stood very straight, and his graceful lines made him still the master of the mermaid, the Manuel that Nolan liked.

He turned around straight, wanted to walk back, and then sat down on his seat, suddenly he felt as if all the strength had been pumped out of his body, and he collapsed against the wall.

Manuel closed his eyes, all he could think about was the last cloud of blood. That muffled sound was too insignificant in space, but it made the person he loved the most, the person who was willing to give everything, disappear.

Manuel slowly opened his eyes, looked at his fingers, his nails slowly retracted, and it was the round and slender fingertips again, suddenly his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

The cool smell of the blood mist that day, and the moisture contained in it, hung on his fingertips so lightly, until today, he can smell the unique smell of blood.

"You won't die." Manuel repeated these words countless times, like a lunatic.

"How could you die?" Manuel's nose was slightly sour, and he looked at his fingertips, as if it was Nolan: "I've already thought about it, we will be in the land of inheritance by then, where it is safe That's right, we don't need to worry about anything, just live our lives well, and I will wake them up before we die."

"I want you to give me a baby." After he finished speaking, he hurriedly added, "If you don't want to, I can give you a baby." Manny smiled slightly, as if standing in front of her. A cute kid, with Nolan's eyes, Nolan's lips, brown hair, and blue fishtail, just like him.

"I will protect you with him."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a while before continuing: "So, we still have so many important things to do, how could you die?"

He smiled, as if he had heard a big joke: "Just one step away, I will be happy. Now that I know that you love me, I am even happier. I don't have to think about how to make you fall in love with me, and I don't have to go Jealous of that Schneider, everything is so perfect."

"So perfect..." Manuel repeated again, what he wanted, what he expected, what he wanted in his life, was just one step away from him.

"If..." He wanted to stand up, but his hands and feet became like someone else's, and he didn't listen to his own orders. He struggled to stand up, looked at the wall in front of Schneider's blood, and turned on the projection with trembling fingers.

What came out was Schneider's voice three years ago: "This chip can add additional positioning. I know yours. I will never let you run away with that sinister mermaid."

"However, I also know that you are a highly skilled hacker."

"If we don't locate it properly, or if we can't locate it, it will explode within three hours."

Manuel suddenly didn't dare to look at the scene.He forced himself to keep his head down.

But Schneider's voice is so clear, so clear that Nolan's neck was implanted with a positioning system.

"If..." Manuel didn't say the second half of the sentence: If I could trust you back then, if I told you about the safety of the inheritance land.

So will all my good wishes come true?

His eyes looked forward without any focal length: what appeared in his mind was Nolan's sincerity when he first entered the water prison, and how did he watch him do what he did for himself with cold eyes?

And how do you look at him indifferently, walking towards death step by step?

"Beast." He suddenly said these two words. This word was what the residents scolded him when they invaded the Federation's planet. He knew the meaning of the word animal: no human thoughts, no gratitude, Don't know lover.

"You are a beast." Manuel's voice trembled, and he said this to himself in disgust.

How did Nolan face him in the mecha at that time?

He didn't know when the video ended, and the room was empty, but Nolan's voice came to his ears: "What is loving someone?"

He closed his eyes, looked at Nolan's serious eyes at that time, and opened his mouth lightly. It seemed that the voices of the two overlapped, one was clear and the other was gentle: "To love someone is to live and die for them."

[The strategy was successful. ] The system broke Chu Heng's long-term silence, and it seems that this strategy is very good, and it is a matter of gratitude. The mental power is connected. 】

Chu Heng was a little dazed, as if he had forgotten what this meant, and asked [So what? 】

[So what. 】The system happily said: 【Obviously, doesn't this mean that the world we can choose from is bigger?And his spiritual power agrees with us, and many key figures can be controlled by us. 】

[You don't know how much easier the strategy is. 】

After the system finished speaking, seeing that Chu Heng was still in a daze, and seemed to have no reaction, he kindly asked [Are you tired?Do you want to take a break? 】

【Need not. 】Chu Heng said 【Since you said so, let's hit the next world while the iron is hot. 】

【you sure? 】The system looked at Chu Heng's rarely silent expression, and said with some concern 【Why don't you go and see Ewexiu...】

Before it could finish speaking, it was interrupted forcefully by Chu Heng [I said, go to the next world for me! 】

[I know, I know, what are you doing so fiercely. 】The system muttered.

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[…] The new world was quickly connected, and the system didn't say any irony when it was rare this time.

Chu Heng also only thought that it was because Ewexiu's mental power had accepted the main brain, leaving the system with nothing to complain about.

He is very satisfied with this.

Chu Heng turned his head and looked around. Otherwise, the main brain would have dropped down at the level it was inserted into. They didn't know which barbaric era they had regressed to.

He looked at the van that wouldn't even exist in the museum, felt the feeling that his buttocks were being bumped into two halves, and then turned his head to look around at the people with pale faces squatting on the wall of the car one after another.

I thought to myself that this might not be the fleeing team from ancient times.

At this time, he felt something hard in his hand, looked down, and saw another compressed biscuit that could only appear in Unofficial History, he rummaged through his memory, as if this thing existed as a nutrient in ancient times.

Can't help but taste it out of curiosity.

【Is it delicious? ] The system suddenly said [The target of this attack is your best friend]

[That's it, mainly because I'm hungry.Hey, didn't you just say that the general is my best friend?If you ask me to say that I’m tired of being friends all the time, there’s nothing new about mistresses, so why don’t we just be a couple next time. 】

【Oh, what you ate was just snatched from your best friend, and you pushed him into the pile of losses.Oh, you just traded the food you snatched from him for your place in the squad. 】

Chu Heng squirted out a mouthful of compressed biscuits [What did you say?How about easy? 】