Wild grow

【The water of the Ganges River comes from the sky and removes all the sins of the world. 】

[You will eventually return to darkness. 】

[If you insist on going your own way, facing the wrath of the Great Freedom, you will usher in perdition. 】

[But love is invisible. 】

【But love is eternal life. 】

Love is invisible.

... Am I dead?

...It should be, dead.

The decision made from the moment I made up my mind to destroy all the bodies, the greatest and probably the most cowardly choice made in countless struggles is - if every choice of Frigga is doomed to be wrong All of them will lead to a bad ending, so at the last time, Fushen decided to end his death as a "bad ending"... It sounds like there is nothing wrong.

This is the second time Chu Mobai has experienced death after that... It was more calm than expected.

It's just that compared to Chu Mobai's life, Le Fushen saw much more before he died. Except for what Chu Mobai could see, most of the scenes that belonged to Le Fushen seemed to be They are all occupied by another test subject——

Test body number six.

austin.

Enoch.

The kid in the wheelchair turned around and called him "brother" with a smile;

The experimental subject who woke up with the world mutation said to him, "We are the same kind";

The red crow that fell from the sky on the campus to save him from danger, and the white-haired boy who came out of the bathroom, the water drops slipped down his firm belly and disappeared behind the towel, and he asked him with a cold face, "what are you looking at?" He called him the "God of Plague", and without any shyness or consideration for other people's feelings, he said with a smile, "I'm looking at you, God of Plague."

He smiled and teased him to call him Dr. Chu, narrowed his red eyes slightly with a smile, and asked him with a smile like a fox: "Could it be that you have the ability to go back in time?"...

He pulled his sleeves out of his hands impatiently, muttering something "don't make another example" and summoned two crows to destroy the No. [-] test subject.

In the empty lounge, his red eyes turned red like blood, his hoarse voice rang in his ears, he bit and licked his lips lightly, put his hand into his shirt, An organ thought to be incapable of responding perfectly was attached to his thigh vividly and "lively"...

The final picture was fixed on the two riding on the back of the crow, in the strong wind, the two looked at each other, Fushen held his face in the cold hands deep in Fushen, and kissed his lips under the stunned eyes of the young man , Fushen's last words to him were——

"And you won't remember."

A few seconds later, I no longer remember this kiss because of time reversal; a few years later, I no longer remember this person because of the passage of time.

I can't tell if I still have some regrets in my heart, or more unwillingness, just like the last kiss that was left to test subject No. After all, what is left in the world——

What is the meaning of my existence?

Fu Shen was lost in thought.

After thinking for a long time, as if a century had passed, Fushen found that he hadn't got an answer. At the same time, he finally had a new confusion: Hey, why am I thinking?

…After the revolving door of life, shouldn’t the normal procedure be to turn off the computer with a black screen?

Why am I here with a sober mind and started to think about such a valuable high-end issue of the meaning of my own existence?

why?

When Fushen realized this problem, Fushen suddenly felt a very bad pain. This pain came from a part of his brain that should not have existed—this feeling was strange and familiar to Fushen. "No, no, no, no" like a bullet screen floating in my mind one by one, and the font size is getting bigger and bigger, and finally it becomes a red font of the big one...

Fu Shen opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the dark ceiling, which seems to have been burned by a fire. With the strong wind blowing, the ceiling fan swayed and made an unbearable sound of "squeak". A red silk printed with bright yellow fonts The belt fell from the sky and landed on Fushen's face. Fushen grabbed it from his face, shook it off and looked at it, and found a few huge words written on it: 193 days left before the college entrance examination! ! !

Fu Shen: "..."

Fu Shen let go of his hand, and the banner immediately flew out of the broken wall with the wind and disappeared into the night.

This is the ruins of a classroom, empty, surrounded by broken wooden tables and chairs piled up together, with half of the podium missing, and Fushen lying in the middle of the classroom in large characters.

Frost is frozen on the blackboard in front of the podium, the student on duty for that day is written in the lower right corner, there is a person named Li Xiaoming in this class; the English homework, math homework and chemistry homework are in the upper right corner, the English homework is the English weekly report, and the three math homework are exercises The ten-page chemistry homework in the book consists of three test papers; under the homework notice, a scumbag left a comment in scribbled chalk: write about your sister, fuck off.

Fu Shen: "...?"

All real is not like an illusion.

So, he's alive again?

No, aren't all the bodies destroyed?

Where is he now?

Maintaining a trace of confusion, Fushen slowly got up from the ground - but almost at the first second of making a certain movement, he subconsciously found that this body seemed not suitable for him: it didn't seem like a heavy body. After becoming a Le Fu God, he can jump up from the table and beat Xiaopang. At this moment, the whole body seems to be completely disobedient to him...

His pale hands grabbed the legs of a tattered table beside him, the joints were clearly paled due to the exertion of force, Fushen supported the table and stood up slowly, and this movement alone had already made him feel the tension of his legs. Trembling, struggling like hell...

He felt something slip from under him.

Immediately afterwards, when he tried to take a step, he was tripped by something that slipped under his feet, he staggered forward two steps and then rushed forward uncontrollably—then only heard "Boom boom boom" there was a loud noise symbolizing stupidity, and Fushen fell into the ruins of a pile of broken tables and chairs, his whole body was so sore that he almost had the urge to cry.

This body is like a rusty machine, you can hear the bones rattling and rattling as if they will fall apart at any time when you raise your hand a little bit—probably the ordinary program that once stayed in this body shut down unexpectedly for some reason , or that ordinary program is too lazy to be sick.

God Fu cursed, and didn't have time to think about why there was still such a body in the world that allowed him to be reborn again. He got up from the ruins and looked around. The overwhelming Chinese characters made him very sure that he had returned to the embrace of the motherland... When he narrowed his eyes slightly and wanted to look around more carefully, suddenly a gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew by, and a grain of snow fell on his chest, chilling him, subconsciously lowered his head, Fushen found out Another thing he overlooked: he had no clothes on.

Under the night, his new body was pale as if it had fluorescent light; the pink bulge on his flat chest stood up because of the cold stimulation; his slender waist, flat and firm belly, and further down, he was quietly dormant There are organs between the hairs, and a pair of straight and slender legs.

When he looked down, he saw a lock of soft black hair falling down to his waist.

Fushen had a bad feeling.

He bent down, and picked up the rag that slipped from his body and tripped him—the flaxen rag was really just a rag, and it could barely cover his body, Fushen took the rag casually Wrapped up, then barefooted, leaning on the ruins of tables and chairs, walked out of the classroom with extremely slow, clumsy movements of three steps.

——He hoped to meet someone, and that person had better be kind enough to explain what happened to him.

With such a simple thought in mind, Fushen walked out of the classroom - the corridor was of course empty, no teachers, no students, not even ghosts... The dilapidated ruins and frozen ground well illustrate that the end of the world is not the end of the ice peak of globalization. a nightmare.

Fushen took no surprise at the corridor wall and walked forward. After passing countless dilapidated classrooms similar to the one he saw when he woke up, Fushen still didn't see anyone until he came to the end of the corridor. Finally saw the figure shaking.

Appears to be a woman.

At a certain moment, the heart suddenly raised to the throat.

friend?enemy?stranger?Surviving humans?

All kinds of speculations rushed into his mind for a long time. After a long time, Fushen saw that the figure did not speak, he was a little confused - he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes to look carefully, and bent over only to realize that there was actually a scene at the end of the corridor. The mirror, the so-called moving figure, is nothing but his own projection.

... also "appears to be a woman".

Fushen cast aside the look in his eyes ten thousand times in his heart.

With one foot deep and one foot shallow, like a baby just learning to walk, he stretched his arms and tried to maintain his balance and threw himself towards the mirror—he just wanted to see what the new body looked like to satisfy his boring curiosity. But after looking at it, Fushen was almost scared to pee out of his own face.

... The facial features are still the ones his body is used to.

But there is a big difference.

Like the "Le Fu God" who just returned from a Korean plastic surgery hospital——

About 22 years old or so.

The bridge of the nose and forehead are higher and more three-dimensional; the eyes are black, with long eyelashes, and when it trembles slightly in astonishment, it looks like a black butterfly about to fly; the lip color is very light, like a rose soaked in water ;Black hair that reaches to the waist, the waist is very thin, the buttocks are very upturned...

Fu Shen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He propped one hand on the cold mirror, raised the trembling hand on the other hand, and gently brushed away the long hair that fell on one side of his face as if he had a premonition: Along with his movements, he felt the back of his hand touch To the cool metallic touch.

His expression suddenly became a little subtle.

When the long hair that got in the way was completely lifted up, followed by the dim light, Fushen looked at his ears...and the decorations on his ears expressionlessly.

A small aperture earring with three small delicately carved metal feathers...

It seems to be a symbol of being a "Frigg".

Fu Shen stared at himself in the mirror, silent.

He didn't even notice someone approaching behind him.

Until he accidentally saw a man in a black ancient costume approaching in the reflection of the mirror from the corner of his eye. He was tall and had the same black hair, but his eyes were red that didn't match so well, and he couldn't see it in the blurry mirror. Knowing his appearance, he stood quietly behind Fushen.

"Who?" Fu Shen asked vigilantly.

Wanting to turn around abruptly, but forgetting that his control over this body is not as good as imagined, he stepped on the edge of his robe in embarrassment and fell to the ground. He took a mouthful of snow and dirt, and coughed , I could only see the man swaying under the gold-rimmed robe——

But he didn't step forward to help Fushen.

The visitor speaks fluent Chinese——

"Number One."

"..."

"I know that you don't think about things. The body that I have worked so hard to snatch from Shiva in advance will really disappear if you destroy it. Please be sure...to respect and love yourself."