Non-self race

wooden beams.

I think this family should have left long ago if they were lucky enough to escape.It was getting darker and darker, and the sky began to drizzle. I decided to stay in this dilapidated house overnight and try to find a way to rescue tomorrow.

I pushed open the wooden door of the house with difficulty, walked in while leaning on the wall.

Because there is no roof, even if there is no light, the wooden house is still bright.Almost at the same time as I entered the house, I discovered that there was another person besides me in the wooden house.

It was a man, in military uniform like me, with a disheveled head.The man sat in the shadows in the corner of the room, however, the darkness around him couldn't hide the light in his eyes.

The man has a pair of beautiful eyes, blue and clear like the surface of the sea under the sun.

But I tensed my body, quickly raised the machine gun in my hand, and aimed the gun at the man full of hatred.

I'm glad I remembered to pack my sidearm when I climbed out of the truck for my life.

Type 34 dark blue military uniform, the ribbon on the left chest, the armband of the aviation regiment on the right arm, and the inverted eagle-shaped badge on the helmet above the head...all clearly show:

——This man is an enemy of Great Britain and a German pilot.

The man was unarmed. He raised his hands and said to me in English with a strong accent: "Please don't shoot. I mean no harm. I surrender."

Although I hated the Germans for what I had just witnessed, I couldn't shoot at unarmed prisoners who surrendered voluntarily.

——It can be regarded as complying with the International Prisoners of War Convention.

I gritted my teeth to suppress the anger smoldering in my heart, and tied him up with the straw rope I found in the house.When I was standing behind the man tying the knot, the man turned his head to look at my leg and said, "You are injured."

His words aroused my anger again, I tightened the rope, and slapped him fiercely uncontrollably, he was tied to the ground by my slap, and the back of my hand was also in hot pain.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Shut up, German bastard!"

"Werner..." The man struggled against the wall and straightened his upper body. The corners of his mouth were covered with blood, and he grinned and gave me a bloody smile: "I am Lieutenant Werner."

I rubbed the back of my hand and spat on his face: "I call you what, to me, you're a goddamn German bastard!"

His eyes dimmed a little, and he didn't say anything.

It was getting darker and darker, I found half a white candle, lit it and carefully placed it on the edge of the cabinet, the wind leaking in from the roof blew the candlelight, and the shadow of me and the man swayed on the dark wall.

The wound on the side of my right leg was still oozing blood. I was exhausted, so I pulled the chair to a corner sheltered from the rain and slumped on it.I was very tired, but I didn't dare to close my eyes. I held my gun tightly and stared coldly at the rain-soaked man on the ground.

After a long time like this, when my spirit became weaker and weaker, the man said: "Your injury is serious, I am a doctor, let me stop the bleeding for you."

I cheered up and glared at him: "Nonsense! You are not a doctor, you are a damned German pilot who bombed my motherland."

The man nodded: "It's not wrong, but before the war broke out, I was a doctor, and I couldn't do nothing." He stared at me, as if he wanted me to see the sincerity in his eyes: "Please let me do my best for you." Please treat me, you are bleeding too much, it will be dangerous if you go on like this." Hey, 覫闁苐

I mocked in my heart: Does this German think I'm an idiot?This must be a trap.

So, I sneered and sarcastically said: "It's really nice to say, you can't do nothing? Then, when you drove a bomber to drop bombs on innocent people, did you think that it was murder? When your German army massacred When killing Jews, Poles, and other tens of thousands of innocent people in Europe, did you ever think that it was an act of the devil?" I thought of the charred corpses of my comrades in arms again, and suddenly the overwhelming anger flooded my heart, choked up and almost said I couldn't go on anymore, so I could only cry in a suppressed voice: "I really fucking want to kill you right now!"

I think I must have looked scary and embarrassed at the time.

The man lowered his eyes, and in the dim candlelight, I couldn't see his expression clearly.I let out a bad breath, and felt a little more comfortable.

There was another suffocating silence in the room.

After a long time, the man lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I killed someone. On the battlefield, it was an enemy soldier. My bullet went into his head."

I was on the verge of coma after losing too much blood. Holding the gun, I snorted.

—Damn German dog, I'm not your priest, don't confess to me.Otherwise, I might really be tempted to let you taste the bullet too.

But the man continued: "But I didn't come to the UK to drop bombs on your cities... I am a military doctor, and I came to find and rescue those comrades who were shot down by you. They may also be affected by you just like me and you." Injured and living in the wild without medical treatment...Unfortunately, my own plane also crashed. I came here after skydiving and met you...Maybe this is God's arrangement, I failed to save my compatriots as I wished, at least, Please let me help you..."

I frowned, with a little hesitation, of course, I would never believe this man just because he said sincerity.At that time, I firmly believed that all German soldiers were cunning bastards like foxes.However, I do worry that if this continues, I may not be able to survive rescue and turn the man over to my superiors.

—I cannot let a prisoner escape in my hands.

Aware of my doubts, the man persuaded me: "Anyway, the gun is in your hand, please rest assured, I will not resist. If you still don't want to believe me, please put a gun to my head, if that can make me If you feel safer..."

I was eventually convinced by this man.I rummaged through the room and found a coil of fishing line and a hook in the corner of the closet.The man's eyes lit up, he nodded and said, "These are exactly what we need."

I let go of the rope on his body, dragged the butt of the gun against his head as he said, and threatened: "Hurry up, don't play tricks." In fact, when I said these words, I was already close to the limit. The arm of the gun was shaking, and he could hardly hold the gun.

The man raised his head and smiled at me in relief, I couldn't ignore his beautiful eyes from being so close.There is a gentle look flashing inside, like the sun shining on the sea, the blue is peaceful, it seems to bring people a sense of stability.

But I quickly waved away the warmth in my heart, it must be just the seriously injured patient's instinctive trust in the doctor.But although this person is a doctor, he is also an enemy. I... must not take it lightly!

The man took out a squarely folded handkerchief from his jacket pocket and handed it to me: "It may hurt, if you can't take it, please bite this tightly."

I turned my head, disdaining to accept his kindness.

The man smiled and put the handkerchief beside me.Then he tore open the army trousers on the injured part of my right leg.He held a candle and checked my injury by the candlelight, with a serious expression, he really looked like a dedicated doctor.

After cleaning the edge of the wound slightly, the man said to me apologetically, "I'm going to start stitching up your wound, because there is no anesthesia, it may be very painful..." I pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, impatiently Said: "Stop talking nonsense, I am also a soldier after all... Hurry up!"

After hearing this, the man smiled, nodded and said, "Okay...please hold back."

The stitching process was very painful, and I don't want to recall it for the rest of my life.I just remember biting the man's handkerchief afterwards, and more than that, I don't even remember holding the gun to his head anymore, but grabbing his arm and holding it very tightly.

It was finally over, the man and I both breathed a sigh of relief, he gave me a thumbs up: "You are really amazing, you didn't say a word...you are the bravest soldier I have ever seen!"

I blushed a little, and pointed the gun at him again: "Stop talking, go get the rope."

The man was tied up by me again, this time I didn't let him get wet again, I dragged him to the wall to lean against.The man's eyes were shining brightly, as if he wanted to thank him, I hurriedly turned my head away.

——It's not because you healed me just now, it's just...

——It's just that the International Prisoners of War Regulations say: Prisoners of war must not be abused!

Neither of us spoke afterward, and I leaned back on the wooden chair and closed my eyes tiredly.

54. Battle for the Crystal Skull - The Fourth Battle

The night was very quiet, amidst the pattering rain, I seemed to be able to hear the breathing in the man's nasal cavity, slow and unhurried.

After a long time like this, he spoke again, very lightly, like talking in sleep: "Are you asleep?"

I immediately replied: "No, what? Want to escape while I'm asleep? Or kill me?"

The man smiled and said, "Of course not. Please don't forget that I'm still tied up by you. I just can't sleep and want to talk to you. I wonder if it will disturb you?"

I ignored him.The man said to himself: "Maybe it's very abrupt, I really want to know your name?" Seeing that I didn't answer, he asked again: "What did you do before the war? I was a doctor. Of course, this You already know."

"...teacher," I answered after thinking for a while, "I teach literature to children at school..."

——I don't know why I told this man, maybe it's just because this rainy night is too quiet, so quiet that it makes people lonely.

"Ah... great job," the man smiled, then asked, "Do you miss being a teacher?"

I was silent, the sound of children reading aloud, the smell of ink in the books in their hands, fingers covered with chalk dust... How could I not miss the short period of peace before the war?And because of this, I hate the hateful Germans and their allies.

I clenched my fists and asked the man with a sneer: "What about you? Do you miss the time when you were a doctor and saved people instead of killing them?"

The man was stunned, then sighed, and changed the topic: "You teach literature, so do you love poetry?" He began to read softly:

"Onwings of song—ah, lightly,

Heart's dearest, I bear thee away:

Anookis beckoning brightly

Where Ganges' watersplay.

……

……

......"

The man's voice is low and with a heavy accent, but it doesn't prevent him from uttering the emotion that this poem should have.

I listened quietly and laughed: "Riding on the wings of singing... Heine is indeed an outstanding poet. It's just," I teased, "that an SS officer would openly read a poem composed by a Jew, What about your so-called German national self-esteem? Hehe..."

"He is one of the most outstanding people in Germany!" The man interrupted my taunt, this is the first time he said excitedly this night, even when I pointed the gun at him, this man has always been calm and calm .Surprised, I turned my head to look at him.

The man looked into my eyes: "The love of beautiful things is regardless of race, nationality, or origin... Literature and art should not be overshadowed by war and hatred," he sighed: "I don't think war is Right, but my country needs me, so I go to war...I think, you must do the same."

In the darkness, the man's eyes were burning and deep, like poetry, containing too many things.

We didn't talk anymore, each thinking of our own thoughts until the first light of dawn leaked through the roof.

After a night of rest, coupled with the man's superb technique, my injured leg can barely move again.I untied the man and raised my gun: "Let's go, let's go back to the city."

On the muddy country road, I limped and escorted the man towards the town.On the way, the man asked me: "What is waiting for me ahead?"

I was silent for a moment, then replied, "A fair trial."

The man nodded and said nothing more.

When it was about to approach the urban area, the air defense siren sounded again, and this battered city was once again under enemy air attack.

An airborne bomb fell not far from us.At the moment of the explosion, the man threw me down and used his body to block the sudden impact for me.

I struggled to get up from the dust, and with an anxiety that I didn't even understand, I pushed away the broken bricks and tiles that were pressing on the man: "Hey! Are you okay?!"

The man opened his eyes and smiled at me.

Once again, relieved for some unknown reason, I smiled at him.

The man's expression was a little dazed, and then he raised his hand to hook my neck, raised his face and kissed my lips...

The air defense sirens were still honking, and loud explosions could be heard from time to time.But at that moment, I felt that the world became quiet, so quiet that only our heartbeats could be heard.

When I finally regained my senses and pushed him away, the man licked the corner of his lips that was bitten by me, and there was a smile in his blue eyes: "I knew it when I saw you...you have the same taste as me... ..."

I was annoyed: "You!"

The man was still smiling, but his voice became lower and lower: "I'm sorry... I'm worried that if I don't kiss you now... I won't have another chance..." After the words fell, he closed his eyes and fell into my arms inside.

I froze, looking down at my hands holding his body.

In the palm of his hand, there is a large piece of dazzling scarlet...

***

The doctor from the nursing home came in, and the handsome man in the white coat crossed his arms and asked the old man by the balcony, "Tang Sen, how do you feel today?"

The old man turned his head, pointed at the Asian young man and said with a smile, "Very well, thank you. Mo read me poetry for an afternoon, and in return, I am telling him stories."

The doctor glanced at the young man, blinked, and said with a smile: "That's great, do you mind if I come to listen to the story?"

Both the old man and the young man expressed their welcome, and the doctor moved a chair and sat beside the young man.

The Asian youth asked, "Tang Sen, what happened next? Did the German soldier named Werner survive?"

The old man named Tang Sen nodded, once again immersed in memories:

Werner survived, but was seriously injured, having had his spleen and half of his lung removed.While taking him to the hospital, doctors found a loaded Luger pistol in his uniform.

After he woke up, I asked him why he didn't confront me even though he had a weapon.He smiled and replied: "I made you laugh. Actually, before you showed up, I was planning to commit suicide in that room. My plane crashed and I was stranded in an enemy country. When you were at the time, I changed my mind, and I thought it would be better for the soldiers of this country to execute the verdict on me... Please show me my cowardice, I am afraid that I will not be able to go to heaven because of suicide, but I have killed people, and I will not go to heaven. You really shouldn't be there..."

"However, getting along with you that night made me change my mind. You may not know that while I was healing you, you also redeemed me... You reminded me of my ideals and made me believe that as long as I work hard, even if my hands are stained with blood, maybe one day, I can help others and use my expertise to redeem my sins..."

I held Werner's hand, and at that moment, I believed an old saying:

——Perhaps in the world, there really is no absolutely evil person.

"My name is Townsend, thank you for saving me, Lieutenant Werner." I said to him with a smile.

***

The old man stopped talking and took a sip of his black tea.

The young Asian asked eagerly: "What happened next? Townsend? What happened to Lieutenant Werner?"

The old man winked mischievously at him: "Well, I'll tell you when you come to study for me next week. Mo, don't be greedy~"

The doctor also patted the young man on the shoulder: "Let's stop here today, Tang Sen needs to rest."

The young man was a little disappointed, but he still said goodbye to the old man politely.

A week later, when Zhao Xiaomo came to visit the old man Tang Sen again, he was greeted by an empty nursing home ward.

Tang Sen walked very peacefully, with a smile, without the slightest pain.

The old man left two things to the youth who accompanied him in the last days of his life:

A selection of Heine's poems, the first one is "Riding on the Wings of Singing". In the last period of time, he always asked Zhao Xiaomo to read it to him;

The other is a pendant necklace with a small crystal pendant at the front.The old man left a letter to Zhao Xiaomo. The letter said that this necklace was a gift from his favorite person, symbolizing eternal love. He has no children, so he gave it to a kind Chinese youth, wishing him happiness with the person he loves forever happy.

Zhao Xiaomo held the necklace and sat blankly on the empty hospital bed.

Tang Sen's story finally came to an end.

After his recovery, Wiener received a fair trial by a court-martial and served his sentence in Britain until the end of World War II.During this period, Tang Sen struggled for a long time, and finally decided to visit him in prison. At first, he visited him every other month, and then gradually became more frequent.

After World War II, these German prisoners of war were exchanged back to their motherland.Werner can finally return to his hometown.

Townsend did not follow.

There are too many things between these two people, such as secularism, national enmity, responsibility, etc., even though they understand that each other is the only love in their life, but in that age and in that environment, they can only let go of it helplessly. opened hands.

Before Weiner left, he gave Townsend the family's ancestral crystal pendant. His mother once told him that it was a gift to be given to a loved one.

Werner returned to Germany, became an accomplished doctor, and dedicated his life to the cause of saving lives and healing the wounded;

After Tang Sen retired from the army, he took up the teaching pole again. His students are all over the world. In his spare time, he loves to study Heine's poems most.

Werner died at the age of 50, and the injuries he suffered when he was young finally made God take him early;

Tang Sen lived for 95 years and was never married. In the last days of his life, he liked to listen to poetry and tell stories about the past.

The sunset outside the window slowly sinks, and the story of Tang Sen and Werner also comes to an end.

The doctor walked into the ward, sat down beside Zhao Xiaomo, raised his hand to embrace him, and gently stroked his head.

Zhao Xiaomo did not resist, he really needed a shoulder to lean on at this time, he leaned his head lightly on the collarbone of the other party, and sighed: "Mr., you must think that human beings are very strange. Although the body is very fragile, it will always provoke Strong emotions."

——For example, the relationship between Tang Sen and Werner in troubled times; for example, my love and reluctance for that funny old urchin...

The doctor, or Mr. X, the special commissioner, rubbed his head and said with a smile, "No, I think, it's your emotions that attracted me, and I hope that one day I can have those emotions."

Zhao Xiaomo rubbed his eyes on his shoulder, stood up and forced a smile: "Let's go, we still have to figure out how to activate this skull device."

"Little Mo..." X called out to him.

Zhao Xiaomo turned his head, X took his hand, and tapped the crystal pendant in his palm: "I'll give you another gift."

After he did so, the crystal pendant was activated, showing the appearance that a crystal skull should have.

Then, two beams of light shot out from the eyes of the skull, falling on the white wall, like a slide show, and images like old photos appeared on the wall.

Zhao Xiaomo was surprised: "This?!"

X took his hand and smiled: "This skull is also called the Love Skull. It's actually a video recorder, which stores photos of every person who has ever owned him and his lover."

Zhao Xiaomo looked at the pictures that emerged on the wall one by one. In the last one, two young men in military uniform stopped each other's shoulders and looked at each other with smiles.

When Tang Sen was young, he was a small man with a round face and a dimple on his right cheek when he smiled.

The man standing beside him had a pair of beautiful eyes as blue as the sea in the sun.

Zhao Xiaomo turned around and left the ward quickly.

X chased after him: "Xiaomo, are you crying?"

"Nonsense! I don't! Let's go!"

None of them saw it. After the photo of the soldier, Zhao Xiaomo's image also appeared on the wall.

On his shoulder, put a hand.

***

X stared at the back of Zhao Xiaomo who was walking in front quickly.Zhao Xiaomo refused to use illegal means to take away the most precious things of an old man. He volunteered to be a nurse and spent his last time with the old man.

Therefore, this skull should belong to Zhao Xiaomo.

The fourth round of the Crystal Skull battle, the director——win!

The author has something to say: "Riding on the Wings of Singing"

On the wings of song,

Beloved, I will take you to fly,

towards the fields of the Ganges,

There are the most beautiful places.

A garden of red flowers,

shrouded in silent moonlight;

the lotus is there waiting

Their dear girl.

Violet chuckles and flirts,

look up to the stars;

Roses put the fragrance of fairy tales

Speak secretly in your ear.

jump over and listen secretly

Is a kind and intelligent antelope;

shouting in the distance

Waves of the holy river.

We will lie down there,

under the palm tree,

Drinking love and silence,

Sink into a dream of bliss.

This story is over, so tomorrow... O(∩_∩)O

Um, um... begging for flowers~~~ I've been feeling a little lonely recently [to finger

55. Battle for the Crystal Skull - The Fifth Battle

How long does it take to fall in love with someone?

Zhao Xiaomo, a Chinese human born on earth, finally has his own answer.

***

Zhao Xiaomo's day began on an ordinary, ordinary, busy morning as usual.

As usual, the group of alien species that are said to be adults have been settled in the office. The hardworking humans have fed the monsters, sorted out the incident records and reports, and cleaned the base. They plan to enjoy a sunny summer day and bask in the sun. Reading, maybe there is time in the afternoon to invite a few friends to BBQ?

It's a pity that there is still a director who loves to exploit the working people of the proletariat living in his body.

The evil remnant of the old society (?) Mr. Z is not very satisfied with the small sauna room in his space, so he advances the schedule of the next task: "Comrades, get ready, the next stop, we go to Japan!"

Tokyo's subways are already overcrowded, and it's even more unbearable in the hot summer.Zhao Xiaomo's distorted side face was tightly pressed against the glass of the car door, and at the same time he had to hold his breath to prevent the strong body odor from the underarms of the beer-bellied nerdy uncle who was less than 5 centimeters away from wafting into his nose.

——Hey, I will definitely ask the director for a salary increase when I go back! ! !

The situation on the Shinkansen was slightly better. These foodies from different planets satisfactorily enjoyed several boxes of Japanese-style bento with exquisite appearance and delicious taste. They came to the dense forests of Nara with this ease.

The fifth crystal skull is very easy to find. Once, the local residents who believed in the gods used it as a treasure, and it was safely enshrined in the mahogany shrine of the mountain shrine for hundreds of years.

Under the high sun, the three people in the office passed through the painted torii gate, climbed hundreds of stone steps, and finally came to the altar out of breath.

Now no one has come to visit this dilapidated shrine in the deep mountains. The fifth crystal skull and the ancient building where it was stored have been forgotten in the corner of history.

The director was gearing up and urged Zhao Xiaomo to get the skull quickly, and they could go to Hokkaido to soak in the hot springs after business was done.

——Summer is the off-season, and there are many discounts for hot spring hotels~ hehe

Zhao Xiaomo clapped three times reverently. Although he is the god of Little Japan, he should still respect other people's culture.He stepped forward and raised his hands respectfully to hold up the skull.

Things are going so smoothly, it has to make people suspicious, such an easy-to-get crystal skull...why didn't X come to snatch it?

at the same time……

Our boss is resting in his lair with a sad face. Boss is an invincible cosmic being, but as long as he is a cosmic being, he has not broken away from the boundaries of living things. Living things must have weaknesses, so Mr. Boss is very unfortunate. Every few years, there will always be a few days... Well, I feel unwell .

Boss, who is not feeling well, just wants to take a good rest. Unexpectedly, Director Z, who is supposed to be lazier than him, suddenly has a whim to go to Japan to soak in a hot spring. By the way, grab a crystal skull and come back... =__=|||

So when X heard the report from his subordinates, he spat out a mouthful of old blood (if he had any) in shock, jumped out of bed, put his bags on his back, and rushed to the country where the national flag was painted with 'Sun'.

——This skull is a 'time bomb', he didn't dare to touch it himself, he originally wanted to save it until the end to get it, but he didn't expect...

—Z that hasty idiot!

When Mr. Special Commissioner fell from the sky, student Zhao Xiaomo was holding the skull devoutly...

No time to think about it, Mr. Commissioner rushed up and put his hands on his shoulders...

Zhao Xiaomo turned around in surprise, saw him, and nodded clearly: "Morning, are you here to supervise whether the director has embezzled public funds for travel?"

X: "..."

Then, the two guys looking at each other affectionately (?), together with that beautiful (?) blue glowing skull... disappeared flatly.

Y and Xiao J stared blankly at the airy director who was abandoned: "What?"

The director said with a dark face: "Hurry up and get the energy tank from last time, I'm about to disappear!"

So the director sadly lived in the energy tank again, and his dear host and his hateful potential mistress... eloped. >////

at the same time……

In a magical place, Zhao Xiaomo sat cross-legged, with his head tilted, his eyes glazed over, his mouth drooling, and he looked at Mr. X in a daze: "That is to say, unless the director succeeds, you and I will always be trapped in the same place." here?"

X nodded affirmatively, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, Director Z is brave and mighty, and he will definitely rescue us soon. Before that," X patted his luggage, "I knew something would happen, so With some necessities, we can solve our survival problems."

Zhao Xiaomo looked up at the sky and wailed silently: ohhhhmyladygaga! ! !

According to X's narration, the current situation of these two people is like this:

The crystal skull that Zhao Xiaomo touched was actually a pair, the Japanese got one, and the whereabouts of the other is unknown.Out of that lost civilization's love of exploiting new spaces, a space-time rift exists between the two skulls.

The place where the two are now is similar to the different-dimensional space that Zhao Xiaomo was taken away by the black box, but it seems to be more perfect than the original one. The overall appearance is the same as the earth, but there is no human existence.They are trapped in this different time and space, and the only way to escape is for the director to find another crystal skull to activate, so as to reopen the passage of the two time and space.

As for why the director was excluded from this time-traveling small group, X reasoned that it should be because part of the director's energy was stored in Y's body, so he was expelled during the process.

Zhao Xiaomo: "What? The director is on Y?"

X was surprised: "Oh, you don't know? Their relationship is so deep..."

Zhao Xiaomo: "Oh oh oh oh! Let's hear it..."

——Turn your head and slap yourself in the face, what time are you still gossiping? !

Zhao Xiaomo asked again: "But sir, I don't worry about us being trapped here at all when I look at you? You seem quite excited?"

X's smile is like a spring breeze, warm and gentle: "Well, I always feel that good things can happen here~"

Zhao Xiaomo sighed: "Oh, it seems that every time something happens, you and I are trapped together..."

X rubbed his chin and smiled: "Ape dung, ape dung..."

Zhao Xiaomo lowered his head in frustration.

X embraced Zhao Xiaomo's shoulders, affectionately: "Don't worry, Xiaomo, I will definitely take good care of you!"

Zhao Xiaomo silently looked up at the sky: Director, you made us wait too long! ! ! !

——The journey of two bachelors to a different dimension begins. O(∩_∩)O

Zhao Xiaomo sighed: "Oh, it seems that you and I are always trapped together..."

X rubbed his chin and smiled: "Ape dung, ape dung..."

Zhao Xiaomo lowered his head in frustration.

X embraced Zhao Xiaomo's shoulders, affectionately: "Don't worry, Xiaomo, I will definitely take good care of you!"

Zhao Xiaomo silently looked up at the sky: Director, you made us wait too long! ! ! !

——The long-awaited journey of two bachelors to a different dimension begins. ~O(∩_∩)O~

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!In the end, I accidentally copied it twice, and the number of words in Chapter V cannot be reduced... I'm sorry, I didn't mean TUT

Cough cough, then I have less things to do today, and I will continue tomorrow...

So maybe you guys will like this battle...【Running~

56. Battle for the Crystal Skull - The Fifth Battle

Warning: The psychological description in the first half of this chapter is boring. If you are not interested, please skip directly to the following outline [History of Straight Men Breaking Bends]

***

The female psychiatrist opened the record folder and said to the patient sitting on the opposite sofa: "Well, let's start. Tell me about your experience in the past two weeks."

The patient's face was hidden in the darkness, and he spoke slowly. His voice should be very young, but it carried the vicissitudes of life: "It's not two weeks, it's five years. There is a time difference between that space-time gap and this world. So I lived with him there for five full years."

The female psychiatrist raised her eyebrows, nodded and said, "Okay, let's start over and tell me what you have experienced in the past five years."

The young man raised his head and closed his eyes, lost in memory: "The first year is the most difficult, we don't know the difference between the two sides. Our whole year is only a few days for the director and the others, he and the deputy director and the others have just done it. Knowing the principle of the skull, I am looking for another one all over the world.

I was very desperate at the time, thinking that the director had abandoned me. After all, to them, I was just a host that could be replaced at any time.I thought that I would never return to a familiar environment, never see my relatives, and be trapped in that continent all my life. I was so desperate that I even thought of death. "

Female psychiatrist: "But you persisted."

The young man nodded: "Yes, fortunately, he was by my side at that time, helping me, enlightening me, and becoming my entire spiritual support."

Female psychiatrist: "How did he do it?"

Young man: "He made me believe in him, that he has the ability to take care of me in that different world. He did. At the very beginning, we faced a severe problem of survival, ah no, it should be said that only I might not be able to survive. That world is similar to the early Paleozoic Era of Earth, with no animals, not rich vegetation, and almost no food that can sustain my life."

"In the first year, thanks to the emergency kit he brought, which contained food and a temperature-adjustable mobile home, I escaped the severe cold and survived. Later we found an edible Of course, it was confirmed by him that there is no harm to the human body..."

Female psychiatrist: "What about him? What does he eat?"

The young man frowned: "I don't know, his energy source is different from that of human beings, it's closer to the director, poof..." The young man smiled: "He joked that he could survive as long as he absorbed the brilliance of the sun, moon and stars. "

The female psychiatrist laughed in agreement, and then asked: "The food and clothing problem has been solved, but what about the psychological aspect? Do you still have suicidal thoughts?"

The young man shook his head: "He did a math problem for me. There are 62 billion people on the earth. I am the one chosen among the 62 billion people. I should be proud of my luck. He asked me to take this experience as a Take risks, not to cringe but to enjoy."

The female psychiatrist nodded: "He's right, what did you think at the time?"

The young man scratched his nose, a little embarrassed: "I think he is pure nonsense, I am unlucky or lucky, no