Sitting in a closed prison, his vision was shrouded in darkness.
He will go to the execution ground tomorrow.
Feng Qi found that his heart was very peaceful, neither happy nor sad.
The tight string in my mind finally got a breather at this moment.
At this time, the lights suddenly turned on, and the prison supervisor accompanied a beautiful figure as he walked to the cell and stood in front of the special glass window.
"Director Wei, he is Feng Qi." The supervisor looked at Wei Wei respectfully and introduced.
"Is your joint military interrogation ineffective against him?"
"Every method has been tried. His vitality has been exhausted and he cannot withstand the torture. The superiors have also given up on interrogating him and decided to send him to the execution ground tomorrow to give an explanation to the outside world through a live broadcast of his execution."
"Our Scarlet Research Institute has reserved his body. We may be able to find some secrets from him."
"We have submitted your application to the higher authorities, and the approval should come soon." The supervisor responded immediately.
"Can you let me go in and take a look at the scars on his body? It seems to be caused by biochemical modification. Maybe I can get him to talk."
"This... I can only give you half an hour. He is too important to die."
"Then give it half an hour. If you die, I will be responsible for opening the door." Wei Wei said immediately.
After hearing this, the supervisor immediately pressed the switch he carried with him, and the iron door on one side slowly opened.
"Director Wei, please go in and study it carefully. You can do whatever you want as long as you don't die. If you need anything else, let me know at any time."
Wei Wei nodded immediately and walked into the cell.
At this time, the iron door slowly closed, and the supervisor standing outside walked to the bench in the distance and sat down.
Arriving at Feng Qi, Wei Wei first took out an instrument for detecting monitors from her pocket. After confirming that there were no monitors around, she looked at Feng Qi carefully.
"Do you regret it?"
Facing the question, Feng Qi slowly raised his head and looked at Wei Wei, a smile appeared on his face.
"You will be cast aside by history and bear the charge of being a traitor to mankind until the end of human civilization. Do you regret it?"
"I only regret not being able to go further."
Upon hearing these words, Wei Wei's eyes flashed, and she knelt down and reached out to touch the scabbed wounds on his body.
"You are so ugly now."
"I'm not in love, so why should I look so good, and who should I show it to?" Feng Qi said with a smile.
"It's a pity that you will die tomorrow, otherwise we might be able to make do. I don't mind your ugliness, and I haven't been in love before."
Hearing these words, Feng Qi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"Forget it, you are too old to be an old cow eating young grass."
"It hurts, it hurts."
At this time, Feng Qi suddenly cried out in pain, because Wei Wei's hand touching his wound was obviously too hard.
Although the supervisor sitting outside could not hear the sounds in the cell through the glass, he was shocked when he saw Feng Qi's distorted face.
Fortunately, Feng Qi returned to normal quickly, otherwise he would have been really worried that Wei Wei would kill Feng Qi, who was in critical condition, during the research.
"Do you have any last words?" Wei Wei asked at this time.
"I can only accompany you until this point. I can't walk with you on the next road. Come on."
Looking at the smile on Feng Qi's face, Wei Wei took a deep breath:
"That's it?"
"Then... burn an inflatable doll for me after you die. I'm afraid I won't find a partner because it's too ugly."
Hearing these words, Wei Wei's heart trembled, and then she said with a smile:
"I'll burn two for you so you can experience a threesome."
As soon as the words fell, they laughed out loud at the same time.
During the conversation, Wei Wei was smiling, but Feng Qi still noticed that her body was shaking from time to time.
"Okay, let's go back. Let me have a good sleep before I die, otherwise I will look very lackluster tomorrow with hundreds of millions of people watching my live broadcast."
"Then you have a good sleep and I won't disturb you."
"Don't watch the live broadcast tomorrow. It's too ugly. If you can, find a way to block this video and don't let me in the future see it."
"I'll stay up late tonight doing research and go to bed tomorrow morning. I don't have time to watch it. As for blocking this video...are you afraid that the other person will make you sad?"
"He is just a 17-year-old kid. He can't bear too much pressure in his heart. I might make him cry. Let's give him a little more hope."
"I try my best."
"So, goodbye."
"Good night."
After taking a closer look at Feng Qi again, Wei Wei turned around and came to the iron gate.
As the iron door slowly opened, she walked out without looking back.
After leaving the joint military base, Wei Wei drove on the road around the mountains, and her emotions finally couldn't be restrained.
Stopping the car, she looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, her eyes sparkling.
When she saw Feng Qi's body covered with scars, what she saw was not ugliness, but a shining sun.
"You live for the rise of mankind in this timeline, and we at the Scarlet Research Institute will also live for you in the future."
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At noon the next day, Feng Qi was taken to the execution ground of the United Military Headquarters.
Hundreds of cameras were pointed at him, and the number of people in the joint military headquarters' online live broadcast room continued to increase. The barrage was undoubtedly full of curses and scorn.
Dragging the chains, he arrived at the center of the execution ground and was pushed to his knees.
The execution has not started directly. The joint military department obviously needs to let netizens vent for a while and wait for the number of live broadcast viewers to continue to rise before executing the execution.
Now he is an object of collective anger.
Being pushed to his knees on the ground, Feng Qi looked up at the sky. The scorching sun was in the sky, burning his wounds.
At this moment, the door to the execution ground of the United Military Headquarters was pushed open, and Mu Qing, wearing the uniform of the Dawn Chapter, stepped in.
The personnel of the United Military Headquarters immediately wanted to stop them, but when they saw the medal on Mu Qing's clothes, they quickly stopped and said:
"Captain Mu Qing, we are preparing for execution now, so it is inconvenient to enter."
Mu Qing ignored the blockers and walked straight to the execution ground. Looking at Feng Qi, whose body was covered with scars, tears shone in her eyes.
"There's a reason, right?"
Facing the inquiry, Feng Qi nodded without concealment. He didn't want Mu Qing to lose the hope in her heart.
"Follow me, and I'll find a way to explain it to you."
"It's not necessary. I don't have long to live. Even if you save me, I won't live for a few days."
"It's different. If you die here, you will always bear historical charges."
"Even if you die, does it matter?"
Looking at Mu Qing who pursed her lips tightly, a smile appeared on Feng Qi's face:
"Senior sister, I have not violated the agreement we made, and I hope you will continue to carry on my dream and don't make any mistakes here."
Hearing these words, Mu Qing did not nod, but still looked at him with stubborn eyes.
Feng Qi felt helpless and could only continue to persuade.
In fact, he can also tell Mu Qing now and ask her to contact the Scarlet Research Institute, and he can also obtain Mu Xie's contact information in the future.
But doing so is extremely risky.
It is still unclear who the werewolf next to Mu Qing is. If the secrets of the Scarlet Institute and him are exposed, perhaps history will be changed.
On the other hand, he will not be able to obtain the important information left by the Scarlet Research Institute.
Just like the original email content was exposed.
In this timeline, after the Scarlet Research Institute is exposed, it may not have time to hide in the secret base, and it will be targeted by the werewolves around Mu Qing, ushering in a disaster.
To be on the safe side, he chose to hide it.
During the conversation, he kept persuading Mu Qing.
The obsession in Mu Qing's heart was deep and could not be easily shaken.
The execution time came soon, but with Mu Qing present, the executioners could not carry out the execution at all.
Realizing that Mu Qing might rob the execution ground, even the top officials of the United Military were alerted and arrived in a hurry.
But they did not take action until Mu Qing had determined the place of execution.
Taking action at this time will undoubtedly push Mu Qing to the opposite side, at least there is room for maneuver before taking action.
The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.
Mu Qing's current identity is the leader of the "Dawn", a group of ten major domains. She has made great achievements in battle, but they don't dare to act rashly.
Time passed and Feng Qi continued to talk to Mu Qing.
Mu Qing's determination finally wavered under his persuasion.
When talking about the past of the trio working together at Star City University, Mu Qing finally shed tears.
"Do you have to die?"
"There are only a few days left to live. It's a dead end no matter what. You still have a long way to go. I have to have someone to carry my dreams, otherwise I might die with my eyes open." Feng Qi said with a smile.
Upon hearing these words, Mu Qing's body trembled slightly.
The sparkle in her eyes slipped, and she walked towards the execution ground gate without looking back.
The executioner was afraid that Mu Qing would regret it, so he immediately stepped forward and placed the bone-cold knife on the back of his neck.
About to say goodbye to this world, Feng Qi still has a smile on his face.
In this life, there will be regrets, but it is worth it.
The end is also a beginning.
This period of his life has come to an end, but it also symbolizes the arrival of a new starting point.
When the sharp sword fell, scenes from the past appeared before his eyes.
It's like walking through your life backwards against the long river of time, with countless figures appearing on the road.
Looking back on this life, Feng Qi has no regrets, he only laments that he can no longer continue to explore a future for another person.
A glorious and prosperous age is the dream in everyone's heart, and it is also his dream.
Many memory images flooded my mind.
He saw the promise he made with Mu Qing by the lakeside at night.
I saw Lao Wang talking passionately and passionately about the great achievements of historical figures in class.
I saw Wei Wei busy in the laboratory day and night.
I saw Mu Zhen standing with his gun crossed, watching the overwhelming monsters coming from a distance, holding on to the last dawn of mankind.
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Finally, he saw the oath he made with his classmates under the stars before graduation, and the cry of working hard for the rise of mankind clearly rang in his ears.
He buried each letter with a message for the future with his own hands, and secretly swore at that time:
If the future is not what I want, then let the future be what I ideally want it to be.
Countless figures interweave in my mind, composing the history of mankind's unyielding struggle.
Turning around and looking at the road ahead that was shrouded in fog, he seemed to see a brightly lit future in the fog, and in the splendid prosperous age there were all the good things he longed for, but there was no end or ending.
It's just that this timeline has come to an end.
He can't go to the beautiful future.
The moment he closed his eyes, the world was spinning, and he heard the melodious sound of the harmonica playing in his ears.
It was like Mu Qing sighing softly in my ear.
I send you a song, no matter when the song ends, you will leave.
In the end, his vision was eroded by darkness, and everything disappeared at this moment. Only the faith in his heart came to another person across the long river of history.
The stars are turning in the sky, and the curtains are hanging on the ground.
This life started with great ambition, but ended in a bloated and shameful way, and it came to a complete end.
But the splash of bright red is still hot and scorching.
Soaked in the long river of history, it illuminates a road ahead shrouded in fog.
