Tang Rou didn't expect to hear the crazy siren sound again.
Everyone was running away, and the shouts for survival could be heard faintly.
Just like the four-level alarm heard at the Tower of Babel a few months ago.
She stood in the corridor, looking at Abel who suddenly yelled "Run away!" and then ran away with the air, and sighed.
Walked to the sofa, half-crouched in front of the man's knees, looked up at him, and said softly,
"Why did you lose your temper suddenly?"
The mermaid lowered her head, half of her face was as cold as the moon, and said warmly, "I'm not angry."
The credibility of this statement is really not high.
Tang Rou hesitated and glanced at the corridor. Those screaming alarms had nothing to do with him?
Then I heard him say, "I'm just not very happy. Do you want Rou to comfort me?"
...Don’t being unhappy and angry mean the same thing?
Tang Rou gently held his knuckled hand hanging on the sofa and gently hooked the back of his hand, "Then can you tell me why you are unhappy?"
After experiencing it once, twice, and three times, she seemed to be somewhat comfortable.
There is even a vague feeling that it will become more and more handy in the future, which is really... bad.
The cold feeling of distance on the mermaid immediately dissipated a lot, and he held her hand in his hand, wrapping it in his long, cold fingers.
"Because there are so many things distracting you, and..."
With a tightening of his wrists, Tang Rou was lifted up by him and carried to the fish's tail.
At the same time, a light blue thing was thrown out of the window in a parabola shape.
"There's something stuck to you."
The reaction speed of that thing was also very fast. The dark green tentacles expanded rapidly and hit the glass hard with a bang, as if they wanted to smash the window.
But it can't be faster than the speed at which this room goes dark.
In an instant, the world within sight was like a dark night with power paralysis, and the light and shadow suddenly dimmed.
Tang Rou raised her head and saw the black sky outside the glass window.
It's not a starry sky, not a dark night, or a haze, but a pitch-black sky with no light in it.
It was like the whole building suddenly entered another world...or maybe she entered another world.
Tang Rou turned her head and felt the merman sitting up straighter inch by inch, with his slender arms supporting both sides of her body, leaning forward slightly, adding a sense of oppression.
"Xiaorou."
The lingering voice is like a cool ice cube hitting the wall of a glass in midsummer, making the eardrums feel numb and the heartbeat speeding up.
Tang Rou felt a little overwhelmed.
Damn it, this fish exudes fragrance again.
The soft golden hair fell on her face, a little itchy, and even through the metal eye mask, she could feel his "eyes" lingering intently on her facial features.
The extremely close distance made Tang Rou a little overwhelmed. Her eyes turned around and fell on his bright red and moist lips.
This time it felt even more deadly.
It's...so damn beautiful.
Her eyes just fell on those lips, causing the other person's Adam's apple to slide slightly, and the arms on both sides of the shoulders to close, leaving less and less space for her.
It's as if the predator has control over its prey.
But in the end, those soft lips just kissed her forehead with restraint.
The mermaid pressed her forehead against hers, and said in a mute voice as the room gradually distorted and changed,
"Welcome to my world."
Tang Rou was stunned and opened her eyes wide.
This sentence overlaps with what someone said in my memory.
…
The mermaid is confident that no one can control the world better than him.
But not himself.
Therefore, it was not surprising at all when Tang Rou opened her eyes again and found herself sitting in a familiar hot pot restaurant.
The ceiling above the head disappeared, like a skylight opening, revealing a dark night sky without stars, and a pair of silver eyes that were so huge that one could not help but feel the fear of giants, with soft hands and weak feet.
It is as bright as the moonlight, but makes people feel as fearful and cold as the abyss.
The person opposite dragged his chin, his pale and slender wrist supported his smooth chin, and looked up at the billboard outside.
"look."
Tang Rou raised her head and saw the billboard, a blank, dilapidated, plain text beer advertisement that had yellowed and faded after time and vicissitudes.
Last time, "Tang Rou"'s face was on that billboard, but now, it has disappeared.
"You see, there have been some changes in the past, and changes are still useful."
He turned around and showed his delicate features with a gentle smile, "You did it."
Tang Rou also saw this person's face for the first time.
It's very familiar, I was watching it just now, but it's not the same.
He is extremely oppressive and wants to make people bow down just by looking at him. His voice is hollow and chilly, making people unable to help but believe what he says is the truth.
This is a species that even if they sit face to face, they are fully aware that they are not in the same world. It is an existence that gathers huge and vast power.
There was no reflection in his eyes, as if he didn't pay attention to anything.
After a long time, Tang Rou realized that those eyes were destined not to reflect any shadow, because he could see everything, transcend time and space, and hold everything in his eyes.
Because, in a sense, he is called God.
There was still some unfinished wine in the cup in front of Tang Rou.
She stared down and wanted to raise her hands, but she saw the unbearable existence of human flesh and blood, and she could no longer control her body.
"Sorry, I forgot."
After saying this, Tang Rou felt like she could move.
She had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask, but when it came to her lips, she blurted out, "Don't drink today. I have to attend a meeting with Noah tomorrow."
The man felt a little regretful and replaced the strong drink in front of her with water.
Tang Rou raised her head and took a sip, then lowered her eyelashes and asked, "How should I call you, mermaid, or something else?"
"Narcissus," he said quietly.
Tang Rou raised her eyes.
"You said it wasn't your name."
He shook his head, "It's just him or me who keeps using this name."
After a pause, he added, "He likes this name very much and regards it as his only nickname. He does not allow anyone except you to call it... Me too."
So does he.
Tang Rou went through these three words in her mind.
"Aren't you the same person? In my eyes, you look the same..." No, it's not the same.
The person in front of her was colder, more difficult to understand, and she didn't dare to look directly at him. Tang Rou had been avoiding looking at him.
The sense of oppression was too strong, as if I was walking on a tightrope across an abyss. It was clear that I was stepping on something, but I felt particularly insecure.
"Perhaps in your human concept, we only seem to be the difference between the past and the future." The other party was extremely patient, even gentle, as he answered Tang Rou's questions.
"But in fact, we are different. I was born in this world when he completely gave up control of his soul."
Tang Rou doesn't understand.
But her heart skipped a beat with these words.
"What do you mean...he completely gave up control of his soul?"
The other party showed a very faint smile, "You guessed it, didn't you?"
Looking at Tang Rou's face slowly losing color, he sighed without warmth, looking lonely and tired.
"He no longer wants to stay in this world. In your perception, this behavior may be called suicide."