【Summer Five】Iron City Wall

"Be honest!" The police officer opened the iron door and pushed the handcuffed people into the cell one by one, ignoring the dripping blood on their bodies. Just wait and die."

Xia You hit the wall, her spine went numb, and she couldn't feel her legs for a full two seconds.Even though he gritted his teeth tightly, a half panting still slipped out between his teeth, and smashed to pieces on the cold iron fence.

The belated pain invaded his whole body, and every nerve was roasted on the fire. The pain and helplessness were about to completely crush him and make him lose consciousness.The ten or so adjacent cells were filled with wounded people, and the revolutionary army who had been enjoying great glory just a few hours ago was not spared. After the main force came to support them, they were all detained.

Up to now, they can only curl up in a dark and cramped corner, moaning and going crazy, facing several jailers with fierce faces who are ready to eat their flesh at any time.No grass grows anywhere in the night owl - all the people who come here are scarred, most of them are missing arms and legs, and the light loss of blood can paint the cell floor red.

Xia You's mind was full of strange things, and he was still immersed in a bottomless nightmare.The moisture sticking to the cage is like gangrene attached to the bone, and the eerie feeling entangles the back and bone marrow, as if the whole person has been smashed into the deep sea, and then thrown ashore wet.

Until someone gently held his blood-stained left hand, and the fingers were tightly pressed together so that he would not surrender.

Wujo sat next to Xia You, bent his knees against the wall, and folded his hands.The sunglasses had been lost for a long time, but a pair of blue eyes were still as clear as water, burning with a flame of hope in the dark and gloomy cell.

But there is obviously only a dead end in front of him, and there is no miracle to save the dying person.

"Listen, when the director comes, you will be brought in for interrogation one by one!" The prison guard slammed on the fence hard, and the batons made the eardrums hum along with it, causing a splitting headache. "Don't think about playing tricks, you know how much you can say, maybe you can die easier for the sake of intelligence; if you dare to lie..."

He deliberately paused, admiring the faces of the prisoners shivering in fear, and said with satisfaction: "Understood? Stop farting, stop complaining, aren't you asking for trouble!"

In the corridor, the jailer was speaking impassionedly and threateningly, Xia You leaned against the corner and fell asleep.

He was supposed to be highly nervous, but he was delirious due to the severity of his injuries, and his eyelids kept falling.Thanks to Wutiao's constant whispering in his ear, he was able to avoid falling into a drowsy sleep—after all, no one knows whether he will wake up from this sleep or not.

"Jie," Wutiao asked in a low voice, seemingly puzzled for a long time, "Why did you protect me then?"

After thinking for a long time, Xia You realized that this was the bombing before asking.

It turns out that Wujo's confusion at that time came from this.

He barely turned around 45 degrees, and pulled out a wretched smile: "There is only so much I can protect, just stretching out my arms."

But the five are still looking at him, the light fluctuates and sinks, like a fish longing for the sea.His eyes were too bright, and Xia You suddenly thought of Johnny who had the same gaze—even though he exploded in front of him half an hour ago, his head was like a rotten balloon.

The sticky and disgusting touch came back again, wrapping around the palms, clinging to the face, invading the heart in every possible way.The words that were once difficult to express are about to burst, and the bright red blood is spreading in the mind, like the fire of karma, and the pain is deep.

The dry and painful eyes gradually filled with moisture, Xia You let the mist accumulate, and looked back at Wu Tiao: "I love you, I am willing to do anything for you."

"Wu, the answer is very simple." He didn't expect to get a response, but poured out his heart at the end of his life desperately: "I am willing to do anything for you and pay any price. This is what people call love, maybe despicable, maybe Selfishness can always shine in the end of insignificance and despair, and it is heavier, stronger, and more decisive than all noble and great characters."

Black eyes look at blue eyes, and the night sky embraces the sea like a tern to its nest.

There are uncontrollable noises everywhere, but the small world of the two of them is alone in peace.Wutiao listened to Xia You's almost venting answer, lowered his eyes to think, and seemed incomprehensible.Xia You didn't intend to explain, and let go of her hand as if she was out of strength, her five fingers curled up, and she could still feel the warm blood soaking into the palm lines.

It was Johnny's blood.Fresh, hot, bright and pure, just like his person.

The revolutionary army may be guilty, but do they deserve to be sentenced to death in this way?Xia You asked herself.

In Ye Xiao's devastating one-sided slaughter, the firm nail in his heart began to loosen.Johnny died, died in front of him, and ended abruptly in an ugly gesture, as if some god was mocking his cowardice.

"It's useless to escape shame." The voice said, cold and rational, "You can't save anyone, not even your own life."

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the prison guard led a group of people in, and said excitedly, "Get ready, let's start from Room [-]."

And that was the cell where Xia You was.

The key was inserted into the lock, the gears snapped together, and the stench of death spread slowly as the iron door was opened. He could see his own miserable state 10 minutes later—even if it was just a "interrogation" in name, these people would definitely use it as a trick. The low-value rebels who are insignificant are happy, and the end may not be easier than death.

The police officer stepped into the cell with a grinning grin, and glanced around, sweeping over all the trembling prisoners begging for mercy, like gloomy, wet vipers.Xia You shrank instinctively, refusing to show her timidity, so she endured the pain and straightened her back, her knuckles were so hard that she smeared a piece of innocence.

The warm wind suddenly swept across my ears, like fallen leaves soaked in sunshine.

Wutiao whispered to him, "Don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He seemed to have made some kind of determination, his eyes were still soft and light, but there was a bit of inexplicable undercurrent.The wet kiss was lingering and lingering, and amidst the tenderness and tenderness, Xia You suddenly tasted a bit of determination.

His mind was empty, Wutiao had stood up and walked towards the police officer.The man didn't expect that there would be a prisoner throwing himself into the trap, and he stretched out his hand to grab him, but he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, instead there was a sudden light on his waist.

The prison workers watched vigilantly, and heard a cold "don't move".

The silver-haired boy was pinching the blade issued by the police officer, his eyes were full of coldness, and he actually stunned the prison guards.Before everyone else, he swiped the knife horizontally, as fast as lightning, and when the "ding bell" sounded, the thin blade was already stained with blood.

"Enlightenment!" Xia You roared, jumped up from the ground in a hurry, but collapsed due to the sudden severe pain.He watched helplessly as a finger-deep gash opened on Wutiao's forehead, and blood flowed out, staining half of his face red.

The air was almost frozen, and all the prison guards froze in place. No one expected to see this scene.

Gojo smiled with blood on his face.

He laughed wildly and arrogantly, with the corners of his mouth raised, and the laughter rolling down from the depths of his throat was full of sarcasm, like a double-edged sword that kills a thousand enemies and hurts eight hundred.Facing all the horrified eyes inside and outside the cell, Wutiao opened the wound and rummaged through the flesh as if he couldn't feel the pain; Pick out a small chip as thin as a cicada's wing.

"—Be respectful, do you hear me?" Wujo raised his hand with a smile, pinched the chip with his thumb and index finger, and slowly exerted force.

Within a few seconds of almost freezing, the chip gradually deformed, cracked, and finally shattered.Gojo let go of his hand, allowing the prison guards to swarm him up and subdue him, and the debris scattered on the ground like powder.

He was crushed to the ground, his joints screamed unbearably, but the smile on his face remained undiminished, which was creepy to watch.The policeman cursed "crazy" again and again, pulled out the electric baton and swung it down, but was restrained by Xia You who pounced on him with all his strength, and couldn't pull it away for a while.

Xia You looked at Wutiao almost in despair, the other's fair face was almost completely dyed red, but when he looked at him, he restrained his publicity and madness, leaving only the clear sky as usual.

With his lips parted, he was still saying to Jay:

"Don't be afraid."

The chip shattered, and a signal rushed into Walden Lake like a flame, and spread across the iron city wall through high-speed optical cables.The highest level of authority covers all procedures, and Walden Lake has priority in executing the order to grab and throw this flame into the mobile terminals of all the high priests of the Torch Society.

At the same time, dozens of mobile phones lit up one after another, and a totem that occupied the entire window popped up on the screen.

——It is a blazing, noble, thorn bird reborn from the ashes.

The gate of the prison was hurriedly opened, and an adjutant came rushing in, panting in front of the director and said, "Report sir, Bishop Nelson is here!"

The Director frowned, and waved his hands to let the prison guards let go of five, leaving only one twisting his arm to prevent him from getting up.Xia You was also thrown away heavily by the electric baton, and the wound collided, causing a suppressed muffled groan.

"So sudden?" The director hastily straightened his clothes, "Ask people to wait in the VIP room, here first..."

"No need." From the entrance of the corridor came a graceful and melodious female voice like a silver bell, and a man and a woman walked slowly, their divine robes tumbling with their steps.

The director and the police officers immediately took off their hats and saluted. There was no sound in the cell, and everyone was secretly looking at the two uninvited guests.

The male facial features are deep and delicate, and the long hair is loose, which complements the divine robe. He really has the demeanor of an ancient priest.There is a monocle on the bridge of the nose, a thin red gold chain goes into the black hair, and a beautifully crafted power ring is worn on the index finger.

Xia You had never seen them before, but she knew this face in a popular science book introducing the composition of the Torch Club.

Lucian Nelson, the youngest bishop of the Torch Society, is also the head of the thirteen bishops and the second in command under the Pope.It was his existence that triggered the political differences between John and the mayor, and indirectly led to the fall of the Revolutionary Army.That John Manderson had been arrested, and the sudden presence of such important figures in the Three District Prison would only make Xia You, who was already on fire, panic even more.

At this moment, the famous bishop didn't even say a ceremonial greeting, his eyes scanned the cell anxiously, as if he was looking for something.Behind him, the accompanying nun also showed a strange expression, and the hem of her skirt was crumpled by her fingers.

It's hard to describe their looks.

It was as if fanaticism and fear were compressed and blended, boiled in a crucible, made bitter, and then fully contained, exuding trembling viciousness inside and out.It was the instinct to indulge in memories, the hatred was hard to suppress, but it was unable to get out of the predicament due to the lofty and unparalleled respect, leaving only a few turbulent undercurrents in the eyes.

The group of people who came to greet them looked at each other, not knowing how to react.Nelson frowned and said nothing, and they remained silent. No one wanted to offend this powerful man.

Dead silence spread until the cell locks clicked lightly.A young man who was restrained turned around and opened his mouth lazily.

"Lucha, where's your politeness?" Gojo narrowed his eyes, and smiled cruelly and sweetly, "How many times have I said that what should be done must be done."

Shocked, Nelson suddenly raised his head and looked at him for a few seconds.The air seemed to be split by ice, the stars fell to the ground with a bang, and the dusty blood and secrets roared.

The earth is about to wake up, and the bird of Nirvana broke through the shackles and went straight to the final karmic fire that burned the age of gods.

The noble bishop lifted his divine robe and knelt down.

His posture is so low, as if his body has fallen into the dust, don't dare to let half a speck of dust stain the soles of that person's shoes.Everything is in one hand, if he wants to live, he will live; if he wants to die, he will die.

Nelson put his right hand on his left chest devoutly and earnestly, and his tone was extremely respectful.

He said: "Meet the Holy Son, Your Majesty. It is my subordinate who has no talent, please punish me."

In just a few seconds, the nun also knelt down without hesitation, her forehead was pressed against the ground, and her voice trembled: "Your Majesty, calm down."

The director was stunned, the police were stunned, and the prisoner and Xia You were also completely stunned.

In the prison, the silver-haired boy sighed softly, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

He said frivolously: "Forget it, I will forgive you this time."

Wujo easily shook off the jailer who was holding him down, walked up to Nelson, and stretched out his right hand.The latter immediately took the hand, kissed the back of the hand regardless of the blood stains, then took off the power ring and put the ring on the five palms.

The young man was playing with the priceless ring, and his smile was very weak: "I haven't seen you for many years. You are doing well, but my friend and I were framed here. Did you say anything?"

"This subordinate understands that this will destroy the records of you and your friends." Nelson agreed with a low eyebrow.The nun glared at the director, and the other party reacted profusely with sweat, took out the terminal to enter the password, and pressed the delete key with her fingers, before asking tremblingly, "... respect, what is your name?"

Wutiao wiped the blood with the handkerchief Nelson handed over, and said casually: "Number *** Xia Youjie and ID *** Andre Enzolas. As for me..."

Pausing for a moment, he seemed to tilt his head in Xia You's direction, and his tone became more serious: "The Wutiao family is the master of the House of Lords, and Wutiao Wu."

In front of Nelson, the director deleted the files of the three and promised to send them away at dawn.After the matter was settled, Nelson turned to Wutiao, and said with a smile: "Since you have appeared in person, please return to the temple with us, Your Majesty."

Wujo looked at the hand hanging in the air and nodded: "Of course, I've had enough."

He strode out of the cell, followed by the bishop and the nun.Dozens of prison guards made way for them, and the director respectfully sent them to the prison gate before turning back with a sense of relief.

When passing by the boy, Xia You was sure that he heard a soft whisper.

"Me too."

The white shadow that was dyed red gradually drifted away, taking away the lights, sensuality and wanton arrogance.He walked calmly, the incandescent lamp illuminated the top of his head, but his feet gradually became dizzy.In the intertwined dream and slumber, five bare feet are walking through the flames and karmic fire, the white clothes are better than the snow, and the eyebrows are cold and cold.

The distinguished guests left slowly, the prison gates were opened, and the sun flooded in.

No one turned back, no one stopped.

The hem of the robe billows and engulfs the light until it is gone.

The interrogation room continued to emit shrill screams, and the sound of whipping and heavy objects falling could be heard endlessly.These things rushed towards Xia You like a dense sea tide, no longer blocked, but gradually flooded the top of his head, wrapping him airtight.

The black-haired boy's eyes were always on the virtual screen that popped up from the ring.The five pieces of implanted biological information began to refresh rapidly, and all the contents were constantly flashing and changing, including the number in the middle.

"92" - the single digits are constantly scrolling, the codes and imaginary numbers are rearranged, and the data is obtained from the Walden Lake information base.Xia You didn't blink, and didn't even realize that the corners of his eyes were stained red with blood, he just stared deeply at the value that had finally stabilized.

"Gene Sequence - Value: 99"

The overhead light flickered several times on and off, and finally went out with a "snap".