Become a Two-dimensional hero

Wen Mu left again, and at the same time closed the metal door of the office. Mozart watched him leave with a sideways face. Although he had just woken up, he had already started to figure out how to sneak out.

The metal door is opened with an iris. With the tools at hand, it is impossible to crack this kind of lock. But if you break the door violently, you will not break the door yourself. The thickness of the door is estimated to be strong enough to resist machine gun bullets.

Mozart withdrew his gaze, he turned his face, and wanted to look at the window, but as soon as his face turned to the front, he met his uncle who had been staring at him.

Seeing that he found himself looking at him, Mo Kun simply stretched out his hand, and then began to pull Mozart's face, muttering while pulling: "Who the hell are you?"

Mozart's face was pulled so hard that he couldn't speak clearly. He pushed his uncle's hand away and said brazenly: "Of course I am your cute and handsome nephew Mozart!"

Mo Kun curled his lips when he heard the words, and seemed to be very disdainful of Mozart's description. He crossed his arms and looked at Mozart suspiciously: "It's exclusively organized by Yu Xi, please pay attention to what's going on with Mo Youyu for more exciting things." ?”

"Well..." Mozart paused for a moment, and it seemed that it was nothing to tell the whole story. He went back to 20 years ago and told the story of how he met his 12-year-old uncle. out.

At the beginning, Mo Kun seemed to hear the Arabian Nights, and suspected that Mozart was making up stories to deceive himself, but when Mozart told the details of his relationship with his past self, he had to believe it, and he keenly discovered an important point: "You know That was me in the past, you still bully me?"

Mozart choked, and he said with a dry smile: "It's not considered bullying, I just do what you do to me..." His voice became lower and lower, and Mo Kun's eyes almost narrowed Mozart could almost feel the anger burning inside.

He immediately changed the topic: "Go on, I only recognized you on Jupiter. Who told you that your name was Mo Er when you were young..."

Hearing this, Mo Kun glared at him again.Mozart didn't pay attention, he was immersed in memories, and his voice inevitably sank.

Mo Kun couldn't care less about getting angry, and after he heard the 20-year-long reincarnation fate, he suddenly didn't know what to say, and didn't even know whether he should be sad or angry.

Regarding Peregrine Falcon, or Mo Youyu, he never forgot about this person. He couldn't believe that Mo Youyu really did such a thing, but the facts in black and white were placed in front of him again. There was a live video from the beginning to the end, and the one who finally destroyed Star Vienna was really the former hero in his heart, Peregrine Falcon.

He believed it or not, he stuffed all the toy models he had collected in the window into the drawer, and on the day of his brother and sister-in-law's funeral, he threw all these toys at Mo Youyu who came for some reason.

It's just that this villain in the eyes of the world is full of self-blame and pain. He knelt down in front of him, returned the peregrine toy he had given him, and said an inexplicable "I'm sorry", why? ?

Shouldn't he be a murderous demon through and through? Why did he act like this again and apologize to whom?Mo Kun couldn't understand this question all the time, and because of these three words, he still couldn't hate him wholeheartedly, so even though he believed the story made up by Wen Mu, he didn't shoot in the end.

Fortunately, he didn't shoot. Mo Kun thought of this and gave Mozart a complicated look.

It's okay if you don't read it, but you get angry when you see it, and he fell asleep while digesting the story here!Mo Kun subconsciously wanted to call him up, he still had a lot of questions, but he saw Mozart's pale face again, he lost a lot of blood, and fell into a coma for four days, relying on nutritional injections to survive, in fact Mozart had already started to lose his mind No, I just insisted on finishing the story.

Mo Kun sighed, and gently covered Mozart with his shirt, while he stared at the open space in a daze.

It was in the afternoon that Mozart woke up again. Wen Mu hadn’t come back yet. His uncle was sitting on the ground with his back against the sofa and fell asleep. Mozart wanted to stand up and move around. He lay there for four days, his bones were itchy and flustered. No matter what kind of medicine I used, the wound healed pretty quickly, as long as I didn't touch the wound, it wouldn't hurt too much.

He didn't want to disturb his uncle, but his uncle pressed a corner of his clothes, Mozart twitched lightly, and Mo Kun woke up suddenly, it seems that he was not sleeping well.

He was still in shock, gasping for breath, and slowly calmed down when he saw Mozart, he patted his chest, and complained to Mozart: "I was scared to death, I thought it was Wen Mu..."

Mozart wondered: "What happened in the past four days?" How did the uncle see through Wen Mu's true face, and he fell asleep before he had time to ask.

Mo Kun has also finished digesting the story that sounded very bizarre but logical. He was immersed in the story and almost forgot about these four days. He only remembered when Mozart mentioned it. He said with a strange expression: "I also want to ask you, what is your relationship with Wen Mu?"

Mozart was puzzled: "What is the relationship?"

The storyteller changed, and Mo Kun said: "Four days ago, after you were shot, the bleeding couldn't stop. I begged him to save you, but he didn't pay any attention. Seeing you lying on the ground, I was about to give up, but he suddenly took out the emergency medical kit in the office, flash-frozen your wound, and then sewed it up and bandaged it himself."

Mozart complained: "He is quite versatile." He couldn't help but want to look at his chest, what kind of ghost Wen Mu sewed him up, a general, can he be expected to be a good doctor or even a good tailor?cannot.Mozart only hoped that there were no strange patterns sewn on his chest, how would he see people in the future!

After all, I have been with Mozart for 18 years. If you add the two years of Mo Youyu, it will be 20 years. When Mozart opened his mouth, Mo Kun knew what he was going to fart. He glared at him angrily: "What are you thinking? , General Wen..." He almost said General Wen again, the image of General Wen Mu is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, until now he still can't get over it, Wen Mu turned out to be a lunatic.

Mo Kun paused, and corrected his address: "Wen Mu, his suturing techniques are very professional, and the series of actions to help you stop the bleeding and bandage are very standardized. He is the one who has experienced many battles. Doesn't your military academy have battlefields? Rescue treatment class?"

Mozart was surprised: "Is there?" After asking, he vaguely remembered, it seems that there really are, but it was a senior course, and he was expelled before he could take it.

Mo Kun glared at him again, and continued: "Anyway, you were saved by him, he shot you, and saved you himself, and..." He looked at Mozart meaningfully: "You know you What were you shouting when you were unconscious?"

Mozart was taken aback, what did he shout when he was unconscious?He just remembered that he seemed to shout... wait, could it be that...

Mo Kun concluded for him: "That's right, you call the thief your father, yet you call him 'Father'!" He looked very angry, which is no wonder, after all, Mozart's biological father is his brother, even though Mo Jun has already left 18 years, but not everyone can take the position of nephew's father, especially Wen Mu is not a good person.

Mozart couldn't believe it, he actually called Wen Mu "Father"...

Mo Kun went on to make up the knife: "Not only did you yell, you always yelled, basically every time you moved around, you would yell."

Mozart: "..." He said anxiously, "Then how did he do it?"

"This is the most puzzling thing for me. He is very patient with you, a reckless son. Every time you move around, he will go to hug you and grab your hand. If you call him father, he will agree. One sound, and then you will stop moving around, be as obedient as a little white rabbit." Mo Kun said bitterly: "I made me think you were actually his illegitimate child!"

Mozart: "...how is that possible! Don't you know how I was born?"

That's right, Mo Kun and his brother waited the whole time for Mozart's mother, Anna, from entering the delivery room to leaving, and there was no mistake.Mo Kun rolled his eyes, and concluded: "That is because he is old and has no children, so he is lonely and cold. Let's show fatherly love to your son who was picked up for nothing!"

Mozart: "..." He frowned and thought, why is Wen Mu so patient with himself?Even he didn't really kill himself, Mozart didn't really believe that the big show of revenge needed an audience. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration. He remembered that when he played against Wen Mu before, he seemed to say that he was very similar to Rosen. .....

There can only be this explanation. Wen Mu's methods are cruel enough to describe. He launched a war with hundreds of millions of casualties without batting an eyelid. Why would he let such a threatening enemy like himself go?

So what kind of feelings does he have for Rosen?The more Mozart thought about it, the more he devoted himself, his brain began to hurt again, and fragments of memory flashed like snowflakes.

In a trance, he saw a scene. In the orphanage, a man who looked like the director was taking care of a group of children who had lost their relatives. This man was known to Mozart, and it was the person he and Qin Tian were looking for, Wu Zheng.

A group of ten-year-old children were playing around in the yard, and Rowling was among them. The girl with braids was very popular and got along well with everyone, while the owner of the memory was the other extreme. Not gregarious, sitting outside the crowd like a lone wolf, dismissive of these peers who play together.

He looked up to the direction outside the yard, looking forward to the man who didn't know when he would come.

He seemed to maintain this position for a long time, the sun was starting to sink, and the other children were tired of playing and went into the house to rest, but he was still waiting outside, just like the countless days of waiting before, the boy started to fight little by little. He fell asleep, wait, he seemed to see a familiar figure, the boy's eyes lit up, he saw that person!Wen Mu stood outside the courtyard wall and gave him a "shh", signaling him not to disturb others.

Rosen nodded. He looked around and avoided the crowd. With a run-up, he jumped over the wall nimbly. When he landed, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Wen Mu caught him, and he smiled: "Be careful."

Rosen rubbed his nose in embarrassment, he looked at Wen Mu with bright eyes, at the god in his mind.There is a star medal on Wen Mu's chest, which is particularly dazzling under the setting sun. He has just been awarded the Star of the Galaxy. After attending the award ceremony, he came over before he had time to change his formal clothes. He took out a gift box from his pocket and gave it to to Rosen.

Rosen took it with both hands solemnly, opened it and saw that it was a pair of children's wristwatches, Galaxy Star Commemorative Edition, one blue and one pink.In fact, Rosen didn't like this kind of gift. He was young and mature, so he couldn't like such childish and cute things.

But the person who sent it was Wen Mu, so he raised a big smile, showing the joy from the heart.

The memory is frozen here. What impressed Mozart the most was the shining star badge on Wen Mu's chest. In a trance, it overlapped with Qin Tian's. It was difficult for him to tell who he met when he was five years old. .

The author has something to say: a little later, I just finished my work and didn't have time to write, sorry

ps. Yes, that’s right, I changed the name of the article, and even the copywriting and cover.

One pass operation was as fierce as a tiger, but in the end he found that he was a two hundred and five.

If I change it back, I can’t change it back. Before the editor forgets about my name change, I really don’t have the face to say I want to change it back.

Therefore, please accept this reality with me. Although I have changed my face, the text is still the original text. You can just think that I have failed the plastic surgery!