The silver eyes in the sky are cold and inhumane, looking at the sentient beings walking in the many worlds.
The world is filthy, only the moonlight is bright.
Tang Rou was so sleepy that she was pulled to a bus stop that looked like it was covered in filthy mucus. She couldn't help but ask, "Where is this?"
"A world that is with you." He stopped and asked considerately, "Are you tired?"
"What do you mean?" With them? Could it be the real world?
How can it be.
"People will see places here that they could not see before." His voice was calm and emotionless, "Some people will see nightmares, and some people will see what the master of the world wants them to see."
Tang Rou couldn't help but ask, "What is it that the master of the world wants them to see?"
The man stopped, raised his head, and looked at Tang Rou.
Her scalp was numb, and when she looked back, there was nothing behind her.
But the look on that man clearly showed what he had seen.
Although she couldn't see clearly, Tang Rou felt that his eyes became compassionate.
In a different space in the same place, Atherland was also standing next to this bus stop.
She was trembling all over, tapping the light screen of her watch, trying to contact Tang Rou through electrical signals, but she didn't know that her position at this time overlapped with Tang Rou.
They can't see each other.
Atherland was frightened by this ghost place. Horror movies couldn't produce such an effect. There were things everywhere that she thought should be soaked in formalin and used as specimens.
She tapped her wrist-worn cell phone hard, but there was no signal.
The bus stop sign was covered in blue-gray sticky substance, and light shone faintly under the billboard.
Aslan was very anxious. She turned around twice and suddenly saw a slender figure under the streetlight not far away. It didn't look like those weird things.
She mustered up the courage to walk over and said, "Hello, may I ask..."
As the distance got closer, the figure of that person became clearer and clearer.
He has a slim and slender figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and half of his face is illuminated by a weak streetlight.
He was looking at her, seemingly quietly for a long time.
The silent thoughts flowing in the eyes.
Athelan stopped.
The atmosphere seemed to have frozen, falling into a stalemate of silence.
In the end, that person took the lead to take a step forward, and Qing Jun's face was exposed to the light.
"You've lost weight." He spoke softly, with disapproval in his eyes, "Have you not eaten well recently?"
Aslan's eyes were red and he stared at him, his lips pursed into a thin line.
Xiao Ning will always be like this.
There is an air of air-conditioning around him, and he seems to keep away from strangers. Only when he faces Aslan, he suddenly becomes more patient, and keeps nagging about little things.
Atherlan once said with a smile that he was a boy's mother, but Xiao Ning laughed it off.
At this moment, people whom I haven't seen for a month are still as beautiful as before. Just standing under the street lamp, they look like a painting.
"Don't be picky about food." He carefully selected his words, like coaxing a disobedient child, "Alan, you are very good. You don't need to lose weight. Eat more to have balanced nutrition..."
"You have to say it!" Aslan couldn't hold it back and choked back.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Ning actually laughed after saying these vicious words.
A person who is already cold and cold smiles like snow, and his face is full of smiles, which is particularly eye-catching.
"Finally willing to talk to me."
It was obvious that the other party was very cruel and interrupted him, but instead of being angry, Xiao Ning felt a little happier because of it.
The brows that hide the melancholy spread out, which is particularly touching.
Atherland cursed in a low voice, "Crazy." He turned around and left, not wanting to tangle with him any more.
Now she would rather wander around the horror movie scene alone than see her ex-boyfriend Xiao Ning leave without saying goodbye.
Unexpectedly, he called her softly from behind, "Lan."
Atherlan didn't want to pay attention to him.
But he actually asked, "How are you... doing lately?"
The voice was full of caution, not at all like a gesture that a proud man like him would display.
Aslan gritted his teeth several times, and the tears in his eyes burst out.
"You have the nerve to ask me? You bastard, such a scumbag, you didn't even have a reason to break up, and now you have the nerve to ask me in a hypocritical manner? You are still not a human being!"
She was wronged, she was very wronged.
Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Why did you break up with her?
Why do you still care about her after she's gone? Aslan's tears fell quickly and fiercely.
Xiao Ning stood in the shadow, his face half bright and half gray.
After a long time, he said, "I'm sorry."
…
The blond young man slowly looked away, lowered his eyes and asked Tang Rou, "Sometimes, I don't understand you humans very well."
Why is it that what you say is different from what you think in your heart?
He is disappointed with most of humanity.
But one or two here and there would give him the idea that humans might be trustworthy.
And those one or two clean souls will also make him feel pity and regret.
Tang Rou asked, "You were looking behind me just now. What did you see?"
"A sad soul." He said calmly, "This is a world of inspiration."
Tang Rou's back felt cold.
"Is this world fake?"
"No, it is real." The clear voice had no warmth or ups and downs. It was like a narration reading a script, so calm and cruel, "In this world, people may meet people they have missed."
Tang Rou didn't understand, "The person you missed?"
"For example, a person who has died but is unwilling to do so will have a stronger will and a more realistic form."
He suddenly pointed to the billboard, "For example, this one has very weak ideas."
Tang Rou followed the direction he pointed and saw a person embedded in a plane that looked like a two-dimensional painting.
He was wrapped in a white coat, his face was slightly elongated and twisted, and his proportions were weird.
Tang Rou was startled.
Later I discovered, why does this man... look so much like Abel?
Then I saw the white coat on the figure in the mural.
…Isn’t this the experimental coat from the Tower of Babel base?
Tang Rou looked at the young man with an unclear face in front of her and asked doubtfully, "The clothes you are wearing...could they be taken off from him?"
He smirked, "How could that be?"
"..." How does it feel?
Abel in the mural seems to be moving, his body is elongated and deformed, and his distorted face has a pair of absent-minded eyes, making him look delirious.
Tang Rou shook her groggy head and asked, "How can I get him to come out?"
The young man stretched out his hand, and with a tug, Abel's deformed head stretched out from the mural.
"..." It looks a little disgusting.
Tang Rou asked again, "How can I make him wake up?"
"Painful stimulation, such as beating him..."
Tang Rou slapped him without saying a word.
The young man continued to finish his words slowly, "...or you can just wake him up, just like you would wake someone up."
"..." Why didn't you tell me earlier?
The man covered his face that had been slapped in vain, woke up with blurred eyes, glanced at Tang Rou, then turned around and saw the young man, his eyes widened for an instant.
The next second, a sharp and shrill scream came out.
The young man stuffed him back into the mural with an expressionless expression.
Tang Rou watched silently and asked, "Is he dead?"
The young man looked regretful and said, "No."
"..." Tang Rou asked again, "What about you? Your form is also very clear. Are you a revenant?"
The man smiled, "Except me."
He is the master of this world and is not bounded by the boundaries of life and death.