old cosmic particle

The pool of blood on the curb teeth was bright red, and the viscous liquid flowed all the way to the center of the street.Nian Sinian saw a few severed fingers, a clump of dry hair, a red high-heeled shoe with a broken heel, and an open, crumpled book beside the pool of blood.Nian Sinian picked up the book, patted the dust and blood on it, and sat beside Mo Shiguang.Mo Shiguang sat blankly on the toothbrush near the red high-heeled shoe. The toothbrush was clean, without any bloody things, only a few fallen leaves.The cigarette between his fingers was more than half burnt, and he didn't see him take a puff. The long butt of the cigarette floated wisps of white mist, and the scarlet flame became wilted under the dazzling sunlight, like a moldy strange thing.

There were a few panting sounds coming from the entrance of the side alley, the voice was very quiet and restrained at first, and then it became more and more unrestrained, but no one around paid attention to that place, because they were all doing what they once wanted to do Don't dare to do things.Everyone is immersed in their own world, and they don't care about their surroundings. There is nothing more worthy of concern than themselves, just like young men and women in the alley.

Only Nian Sinian became concerned. He closed the book first, and followed Mo Shiguang's messy hair to his slender eyelashes. trace.The cigarette was almost burnt to Mo Shiguang's finger, Nian Sinian put his hand on it, gently pushed away the cigarette with only a yellow butt, and then retracted his hand.Nian Sinian looked at the alley again. He wanted to stop the two people in the alley and make them keep their voices down. He felt that their voices and actions were a kind of profanity to Mo Shiguang at the moment.Mo Shiguang is so quiet, sitting under the shade of a tree, bathed in sunlight, even though he looks so sad, there are still bits and pieces of light, like a sad pilgrim.A pilgrim, but I am his believer, Nian Si Nian thought so.

Then the sound at the entrance of the alley stopped abruptly, like a TV set suddenly cut off.Nian Sinian turned his head and only had time to see Ou Huiye's back. His hands were stained with blood, and he held a slender stick knife in his right hand. The tip of the knife glistened in the sunlight. The temperature was 29 degrees Celsius, and he was still wearing a black jacket, like a sinister god of death, carrying a heavy black scythe, and slowly left from the entrance of the alley.

Nian Sinian turned around and spread out the book he had picked up. On the title page was written——

It is she who guides me to write this clumsy poem, and it is she who laughs like a silver bell between the lines of my words.

He turned two more pages, and there was an illustration of a skinny old man with the words pilgrim underneath, he suddenly smiled, and he glanced at Mo Shiguang, you are younger than the pilgrim, he said in his heart.

Mo Shiguang suddenly stood up and strode towards his motorcycle. Nian Sinian ignored the book and threw it on the ground. He chased after him and asked Mo Shiguang, where are you going?It's dangerous now and you're not safe on your own.

Mo Shiguang grabbed the pistol from the motorcycle seat suddenly, and pressed the cold muzzle of the gun against Nian Sinian's eyebrows.Nian Sinian looked through Mo Shiguang's arm and looked at the latter's hair. He smiled and said, you have grown taller, and you are as tall as me.

Mo Shiguang tightly held the handle of the gun, moved a few fingers, and suddenly there was a bang, Mo Shiguang pulled the trigger, and the high-speed spinning bullet grazed Nian Sinian's ear tip and hit a criminal behind him.Nian Sinian pressed Mo Shiguang's trembling arm, looked him in the eyes, and said, I don't want you to die.

It was the most violent moment of the sun, but Nian Sinian felt a little cold. He watched Mo Shiguang leave without saying a word, riding a motorcycle that was no longer bright, and shuttled through the plasma, corpses and ruins with difficulty.Then he heard music playing, it was the cosmic particle band in the center of the crossroads, the lead singer with blond hair, Alu, was singing "Don't Break My Heart" with a guitar in his arms.

Nian Sinian found an abandoned car, dragged out the driver's body and threw it on the side of the street, stepped on the accelerator to follow Mo Shiguang's route.He ran over the shattered corpses, making them even more shattered, and he showed no mercy to the revelers blocking the main road, directly hitting them into the air.Mo Shiguang was driving north, and Nian Sinian guessed that he must be looking for his parents.

Nian Sinian guessed right, Mo Shiguang's motorcycle was parked at the gate of the county government building, Nian Sinian didn't go in, he sat in the car, waiting for Mo Shiguang to come out.

The smell of the government building is a bit different from the usual one. It is weird and too quiet.Behind the government building is a low hill with shaky foliage.There are many vehicles parked on both sides of the gate, but there is no sign of anyone coming in or out. The point below the gate is the government square, where there are always people sitting in the shade of the trees to enjoy the cool on weekdays, or playing badminton when the sun is not so basking. , cycling.But now there is no one, like a holiday campus, lifeless, only one or two birds, pecking on the ground.

When Mo Shiguang came out, it was almost dusk, and Nian Sinian was sitting on the steps, blowing the air and smoking a cigarette.Mo Shiguang looked very tired, Nian Sinian said, come and sit down.Mo Shiguang glanced at him, and after sitting down, Nian Sinian said again, do you know why this universe is incomplete?You sure don't know.This universe belongs to your sister. Only the places she has been to will have life. She likes to surf the Internet, so the Internet is alive, but it is not certain whether there are living people behind the Internet.Yuanci is her home, where she was born and lived, where the vitality is the most vivid.

She died, Mo Shiguang suddenly spoke up, and my parents died too.

Everyone will die, Nian Sinian said.

you have not.

I will die, but the death period is relatively long.

After a while, Nian Sinian began to repeat that sentence again. He said to Mo Shiguang, I ask you, will you come with me?I don't want you to die.

Mo Shiguang said, I want to die.

Note: that Pilgrim's book is "Leibowitz's Hymn"