pure white believer

For the first time Nan Ting thought he was still dreaming, but soon he remembered that there would be no Wen Zhen in his dream.He slowly lifted his head from the palm of his hand, pulled it on his face almost dully, and then grabbed nothing.

There was no camouflage on him.

But his lower body is indeed a pair of human legs.

Nan Ting's hand was hanging in the air, and he froze up and down. For a long time, he carefully poked the unreal looking legs with his fingertips.

Strange and strange touches came, as if they belonged to him and did not belong to him, making him unable to restrain Nan Ting bounced up awkwardly like a cat tripped by his own tail, took two steps back, and hit the glass again In the compartment, the protruding armrest hit his waist, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.

The person at the door didn't knock on the door again, and didn't speak. Instead, he laughed, as if he could imagine what the situation in the room was like.

Nan Ting: "..."

He was not happy at once, always feeling that everything about him was firmly in the hands of the other party, so he stood up again, walked to the door in two or three steps, and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, the other party stood at the door impartially, Nan Ting stopped his movements and almost bumped into the other party.

He stopped quickly, stepped back a little, then raised his eyes and asked, "What's going on?"

Wen Zhen held the door frame with his hand, looked at him thoughtfully, as if he didn't hear him speak.

Nan Ting asked with his eyes: "?"

"Your voice……"

It took a long time for Wen Zhen to speak slowly.Nan Ting thought he would say some adjectives, but he heard: "... very familiar."

Nan Ting wanted to tense his body almost reflexively.

He puzzled: "What?"

"Your voice sounds very familiar." Wen Zhen repeated, without seeming to be joking, "I began to wonder if we've met before."

"No." Nan Ting retorted almost subconsciously, "Mermaids have the same voice."

The structure of the mermaid's vocal cords is indeed very different from that of humans. The pitch is higher than that of humans, soft and thin, and at the same time paradoxically full of power and resonance.

As far as being special, there is nothing special about his speaking voice.But when Wen Zhen mentioned familiarity, Nan Ting really felt that his original voice gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

It took him a while to realize that it was the same as the voice speaking in his dream.

It was not so much a dream as it was his memory.

So the voice in the dream...was his own.

Nanting suddenly hesitated.

"Where did you live before?" he asked.

Wen Zhen answered irrelevantly: "I was with my mother when I was young."

After he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand, turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Nan Ting alone.

Nan Ting lowered his eyes, hesitated for a second, then raised his legs to catch up.

"Then you used to live by the sea?" he asked after him. "When I was a child... I didn't live in Beaune. Maybe it's true...?"

Nan Ting actually didn't quite understand why he would ask such a thing.He used to pay attention to a "meaning" in everything he did, such as eating, sleeping, practicing, and expressing, which made him feel that he held his life tightly in his hands.

But now he suddenly realizes that all the things in the past are actually ridiculous lies, extremely ridiculous, so ridiculous that he has been thinking about it in his dreams for so many days, but he can't convince himself to accept that he has lived in an elaborate deception for ten years. , to convince you that you used to be able to talk, cry and laugh, you also have a family who loves you, you are an ordinary life that cannot be more ordinary, and you have never lived to murder anyone - he suddenly does not want to pursue those illusory meanings up.

Compared with the meaning, Nan Ting found that he was actually looking forward to it.

As for what he was looking forward to, even he himself didn't know clearly.

Wen Zhen didn't stop.

He walked all the way to the living room, stopped in front of the window sill, and opened the heavy curtains.

Nan Ting stopped behind him, looked out the window, and realized that he was actually standing in Mr. Consultant's clinic.

"He was very kind." Wen Zhen said, "You woke up in the White Tower for a while and then passed out. He said that you might fall asleep for a long time, so he let you rest here."

"..." Nan Ting was silent for a moment, "Did he see you?"

"Yeah." Wen Zhen was indifferent.

"He's on the committee."

"It's not me who is unlucky, but Yao Fan." Wen Zhen said.

Nan Ting: "..."

Nan Ting: "Did he tell you how...he cured me?"

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhen shook his head.

"Aren't you curious?" Nan Ting asked.

He instinctively felt a little strange.This is not like Wen Zhen's style. He is not someone who can be indifferent to such things. After all, from the first day they met, Wen Zhen has been constantly paying attention to his genetic defects.

It's not like the style of a consultant.Judging from the consultant's actions, he had reached the "time to leave" as he said, but he didn't leave any news for himself.

Both of them gave him a feeling.

They are deliberately avoiding something.

"He told me that he saw you in the White Tower." Wen Zhen changed the subject, "What are you doing there?"

Nan Ting was taken aback, he didn't expect him to suddenly pick up the topic, and his heart suddenly became tense.

——That day, before arriving at the destination, he had imagined thousands of possibilities in his mind, and was even ready to show his cards to the other party and everyone, to kill the person in front of him, or to die in front of him. In the hands——but I didn’t expect that everything turned out to be an oolong, and the person who entered the Garden of Eden was actually a consultant, and for some reason, the consultant actually left the door for them, as if he knew Someone will follow.

Nan Ting didn't know when Wen Zhen finally arrived at the scene, but only knew that after he woke up, Wen Zhen was already standing in front of the fallen angel statue.

Dramatically, Wen Zhen still knew nothing about him.

"It's Zhou Yu." He said in a low voice, "He said he found a clue about my sister and wanted to go there to see."

"Then why didn't you tell me immediately?"

Wen Zhen seemed to be smiling, and it seemed that the corners of his mouth were just raised when he spoke.

The sharp question made it difficult for Nan Ting to answer for a while: "I'm too anxious..."

"You almost died."

Wen Zhen interrupted him mercilessly.

He suddenly took two steps forward, grabbed Nan Ting's wrist, and led him towards the door.Nan Ting was a little at a loss, and stumbled towards the door.Wen Zhen walked very fast, he could only try to keep up with his footsteps.They walked through the familiar roads in Siren Town, but Nan Ting did not see any familiar people. Every house had its doors and windows closed, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

Nan Ting couldn't help asking: "Where are we going?"

no answer.

But after walking for a while, there were gradually human voices around. Nan Ting listened carefully and found that it was a human cry.

At the same time, he also recognized this road - a few days ago, they received a new investigation mission after completing the investigation mission.At that time, the couple who needed to be investigated behaved very strangely. All the people in the town who approached the White Tower had amnesia to varying degrees, but they had redundant memories, insisting that they had lost a nine-year-old child.

They were getting closer and closer to the couple's residence, and at the same time, Nan Ting could clearly hear an old and hoarse cry that belonged to a woman coming from there.

After turning the last corner, Nan Ting first saw a huge, rectangular wooden box.

"What is this?" he asked.

"The coffin." Wen Zhen said, "People will be locked in after they die."

Nan Ting nodded half-understanding, thinking that the relatives of the couple had passed away, but when his eyes touched the huge black-and-white photo on the side, he was suddenly speechless——

That's Sheng Bin.

Sheng Bin, who sneaked into the White Tower after them, wanted to bring him and Zhou Yu back to the Control Bureau.

"The one who guards the White Tower is a monster." Wen Zhen said softly, "It is Zhou Shuining, and it is also a monster. It can only maintain its rationality in a very small amount of time, and most of the time it is a monster that can kill people with its thoughts .”

He finally stopped, turned around, grabbed Nan Ting's shoulders with both hands, and forced Nan Ting to look at him: "You know? You almost died."

The strength in Wen Zhen's hands was so heavy that Nan Ting was a little out of breath.Nan Ting felt that he was probably angry again, this time because of his near death.

But within a short time his brain couldn't accept any more information, he opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."

Wen Zhen's expression finally relaxed a little.

Nan Ting looked away again, looking at the large black and white photo not far away, his voice trembled for some reason: "Sheng Bin..."

he died?

he died.The monster in the White Tower murdered him mercilessly.But why does his photo appear here.

Here... extra memories... non-existent children... the truth...

When I was nine, nine years old...

Heavy memories came up again.

The hoarse cry in the ears seemed to coincide with a certain point in memory.That blood-soaked night, the coast that should have been silent, human remains all over the ground, and the cries and screams of someone in pain...

Nan Ting looked at the elderly woman almost numbly, seeing her lying on the long cold wooden box, holding a photo frame in her hand, and in the photo frame was a man with closed eyes... Sheng Bin's posthumous photo is the real one. photos of the deceased.Here is a photo of his dead body.

Presumably he didn't leave any more pictures of his parents when he was alive.

"His parents' gene level is both D. The lowest people, right? But they gave birth to a child with a gene level of A." Wen Zhen's tone was very calm, as if the scene in front of him could not bring him any emotions Fluctuation, "The committee needed to bring someone like him in, but his parents were reluctant, and he was nine years old at the time, and they couldn't persuade him to leave here."

"So they changed their memory a little bit so that they could be more loyal to the committee."

Nan Ting looked at the front blankly.

"How do you know?" he heard himself ask.

"The last time Zhou Shuining came here was to do this. She told me before coming here." Wen Zhen was almost laughing, and Nan Ting didn't understand why he was laughing, "She can only control other people's thoughts, but not herself, so Only then will she be shaken, her conscience will be disturbed, and she will want to resist."

"Chi realized it early and killed her."

And now Zhou Shuining's last life has died together with the huge statue, and all the memories lost in time have been returned to their original owners.

Nan Ting stared blankly at the woman in front of him.The mother's face in memory gradually overlapped with her.Mother, what a strange word, so strange that he could only touch her face in his memory.He thought of his mother's tears again, but the mermaid sank in the deep sea, and no one could see her tears.

He was sad and at a loss, and his whole body was almost squeezed into a crumpled ball by an invisible force.

"...I want to go home." After a long time, Nan Ting said almost unconsciously.

Will Wen Zhen be angry again?He didn't know because he said he wanted to leave.

But he really just wanted to go home.

To his surprise, Wen Zhen did not show any anger.

"You guessed it, I used to live by the sea." He just said, "I've been living on the island with her, two of us. She's a cool guy and likes extreme sports, so when I think about her, there's Sometimes I do things that she likes to do.”

"—I'll take you to dive, okay?"

The author has something to say:

I’m sorry………………… I didn’t expect the class this semester to be so difficult, and I do my homework until late every day……… It’s been so long since I stopped updating… I apologize on my knees orz

Think about how to manage time in the future, and then give a stable update time... I'm sorry for slipping on my knees again.

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