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Lin Yu hadn't eaten for three days.

Originally he didn't drink water, but if he refused to drink water stubbornly, the colonel would feed him himself, so he simply gave up struggling.

He was locked in this room, with only a single shirt on his body, and there were blue and red marks all over his body-of course, he was not completely beaten.The colonel would come over every day and humiliate him as best he could, using the most humiliating gestures he could find.

The proud and self-respecting Dr. Lin Yu was torn apart bit by bit like a doll.The colonel is indeed "gentle and considerate", but he uses the most gentle voice and does the most cruel things, just like the devil who killed people with a smile on his face in the past.

Lin Yu didn't know how many more days he could hold on, his spirit had already reached the brink of collapse.He was very worried about whether he would tell the location of the institute or the method of communication with Luo Shang'an when he was in a trance.But fortunately for him, when he went out, he didn't bring the controller of the institute's current position.

"Squeak-"

The door opened.

Lin Yu had already heard the sound of military boots coming from the corridor, so he was not at all surprised when the door opened to reveal that familiar face.

The colonel walked in with a small piece of fluffy strawberry cake, sized Lin Yu up, his eyes fell on Lin Yu's pale lips, and he said with a smile.

"It's made of pure wheat flour. Would Dr. Lin Yu want some?"

Lin Yu looked at him, but didn't respond.

The colonel then took a bite himself, approached Lin Yu, raised his chin with his hands, forced him to open his mouth, and then fed the cake into his mouth.In order to prevent Lin Yu from spitting out, the colonel gagged his mouth until he swallowed.

"This way of eating is a bit tiring, but as long as Dr. Lin Yu is willing, I can insist on feeding you." The colonel said.

Lin Yu and the colonel looked at each other, and there was a dead silence in his eyes.

"Look at this look, like a young deer being chased by a leopard, how helpless." The colonel stroked his lips, "Come on, learn to be more fierce, for example, with killing intent."

But Lin Yu still didn't respond.

The colonel poked his hand through Lin Yu's thin unlined jacket, touching his skin, both sides were icy cold.

A new round of torture begins.

Lin Yu suppressed his emotions—the cold hands moved over his body, touching him inch by inch, causing his whole body to tremble.

That's Luo Xingu's trick, Lin Yu said to himself.He forced himself absolutely not to have any reaction.

But the colonel didn't give him a chance, he pulled his chin and kissed him, and pressed him down on the bed with such force that he seemed to absorb all his soul.

While struggling, Lin Yu groped for the saber pinned to the colonel's waist. The knife was loose but not locked, so it was easier for him to pull out the knife.But he was too weak, had no military training, and hadn't eaten for three days.As soon as the knife approached the colonel's side, he was pinched by the wrist.

The colonel was not angry, but raised his body, took Lin Yu's hand and pressed the knife point against his chest.

"Strike here. Lin Yu, although countless people died indirectly under your hands, you haven't killed anyone yourself. Come on, I'll give you a chance to kill the demon in front of you, kill this trampled Your self-respect!"

Lin Yu gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead popped out.

The knife sliced ​​into the uniform, slowly, until the red liquid slid from the point of the knife.

The colonel smiled and said, "Yes, that's it, just use a little more force."

Lin Yu's right hand trembled because of being too nervous, and more blood flowed out.His left hand was firmly clasped by the colonel, through the skin, he could feel the colonel's steady and strong pulse, one after another, different from his chaotic heartbeat.

Sweat flowed down his forehead, and the sum of his sweat in the past few days was not as much as in the few minutes now.

Lin Yu felt that his heart was about to explode. When red and white appeared alternately, his eyes were in a trance, as if he had returned to many years ago.

That was the first time he went to Luo's house with his teacher. The young man in a small military uniform stood in the yard, dazzling so that people couldn't ignore it.As a result, the boy walked towards him, with a beautiful smile on his face, and handed him a white paper booklet. "I heard that you are about to become the youngest doctor in the academy, so am I lucky enough to ask for an autograph of Dr. Lin Yu?"

Lin Yu let go, and the knife fell on the soft bed. The blood stained the white sheets, just like the night he was locked in this room.

"Luo Xingu, are you in such a hurry to die?" Lin Yu whispered as if all the strength in his body had been taken away.

The colonel picked up the knife and stabbed it at the pillow next to Lin Yu's face. With a swipe, the feather flew out of the pillow and covered Lin Yu.

Lin Yu closed his eyes.

The colonel looked at Lin Yu silently for a while, then gathered his clothes, got off the bed, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I will take you to the dungeon, you have to accompany me to hell."

Wangcheng of the West District, above the tower.

Bei Qiao stayed up all night.

There is too much work waiting for him to complete.

He needs to repair Xiyou's body non-stop, and he also needs to help the North Fourth District strengthen the defense of Watch Point, and moreover, he needs to monitor the dynamics of Lan Hai all the time to prevent sudden attacks from the outside world.

At this time, Luo Shang'an was not by his side - his Luo Luo had a long talk with the young "brother", and after walking for about two hours, Su Qi was also with them.

The shadow of the blue light screen was reflected in his pupils, lines of codes flowed down the screen, Bei Qiao moved his fingers, and opened the diary again.There are 30 seconds left in the countdown of the diary, think carefully, what will he do with this combination lock?

For "Little Red Riding Hood", towns are not cities, blue oceans are not oceans, and books are not books.So……

Bei Qiao's eyes moved to the backpack beside the bed.

—A plant is no longer a plant.

In his backpack, there is still his cherished succulent plant - "Little Red Clothes".

He once told Luo Shangan that "Little Red Clothes" was the first bug he found in the Eastern District.

For Bei Qiao, when there is a bug, it needs to be cleaned up, but he has kept this bug until now.It is destined that "Little Red Clothes" will bring him the last secret.

An inexplicable sense of tension swept over Bei Qiao's body. Bei Qiao took out the square box from his backpack and gently opened it.This strong succulent plant did not die in the rotting east area, did not wither in the harsh environment in the southern area, nor withered in the dripping ice-cold northern area. It was destined to shine like gold in the westernmost part of the world.

The slightly curly green branches and leaves are stretched out, and the red slits on the edges seem to be moist.

Bei Qiao pulled the transparent keyboard closer to her, and lightly entered the data of "Little Red Clothes".

The prompts of bugs are displayed line by line on the screen, and each code points to "Little Red Clothes".

Bei Qiao opened the diary again and turned to the sealed page.

One of the most difficult things in this world is to know yourself.

The characters of the question reappeared on the paper—"Who are you?"

Without thinking, Bei Qiao wrote two words with her finger on the book. "North Joe."

The countdown does not start.

The words melted into the paper, and after a while, the second question appeared - "Where are you from?"

Bei Qiao didn't give an answer, and the question stayed stubbornly, like a fallen leaf that refused to go with the wind.

After a stalemate for about four or five minutes, the problem disappeared.

Immediately, the third question appeared - "Where do you want to go?"

Bei Qiao still didn't give an answer.This time the question wait time was longer, about 10 minutes.In the end, the foam melted into the paper.

It seemed that the cycle started again, and three words appeared on the paper—"Who are you?"

However, Bei Qiao wrote the answer without hesitation this time - "Little Red Riding Hood".

It turned out that this was not the beginning of the problem, but the "fourth problem" that was repeated as the first problem.

——I am Bei Qiao, and I am also Little Red Riding Hood.

——I come from reality, and I also come from lies.

——I belong to everyone, and I will disappear into nothingness.

The diary emits a golden light, which is as bright as the windows of any palace in the area ruled by the Queen of Gold and Silver in the West End.

Then the countdown started, and as the number of "30s" continued to drop, the pages of the book melted like ice floes.

Memories are like golden dust, carefully drawing pictures in Bei Qiao's mind, filling in the missing parts one by one.

"I regard memory as data and copy it in this diary to prevent the original from being tampered with or maliciously deleted."

"The content about 'Luo Shang'an' has been completely removed, and it is limited to a 'read-only area', and they are not allowed to make any more filling."

"If one day it really comes in handy, please remember that I keep it here not to commemorate the past, but to let you better move towards the future."

The doorknob was turned slightly, and as the door was opened, the indigo tassels were lightly rippling, and Luo Shang'an walked into the room.

He saw Bei Qiao standing on the open-air balcony. The mist was just beginning to rise, and the sun was waning. Bei Qiao's body was shrouded in a faint light.

Bei Qiao held the pot of "Little Red Clothes" in his hand, and the branches and leaves of the plant slowly spread and rose, turning into two-dimensional "0" and "1" codes, and then recombined and entwined in the air to weave a red cloak , and then turned into the shape of a hood, which was naturally tied around Bei Qiao's neck.

Bei Qiao turned to look at Luo Shang'an, the red cloak fluttering in the wind.

At that moment, Luo Shang'an understood everything.

He was silent until Bei Qiao smiled at him.

Luo Shang looked at it quietly for a while, and said, "That day, you smiled at me that way too."

Bei Qiao nodded, "Sorry for leaving you alone for so long."

Luo Shang'an said: "I have been mentally prepared for a long time. From that day on... You have to know, what a cruel torture it is to watch someone you love die coldly in your arms."

"Well, you can punish me as much as you want, as long as you are happy. But let me finish this first."

Bei Qiao unbuttoned the cloak, and saw that the red cloak was quickly blown away by the wind from the high platform.

"'Little Red Riding Hood' has completely died, and it is Bei Qiao who is standing here now."

Bei Qiao smiled, "Then, we should use Bei Qiao's method to swear an oath of return."

He stepped on the railing of the open-air balcony with one foot, without a password, the QR code, screen, keyboard, and space, everything was spread out around him.

And behind him, the sun jumped out of the horizon, glowing with infinite power.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels for their nutrient solution: Tiandaohaosamsara 10; Hewaimu 5;

"Little Red Clothes" is a bug, see Chapter 19 "Going to the East" for details.

I have something to do at noon today, so this chapter will be posted in the morning.