No matter which angle he looked at, Lin Sanjiu couldn't find a reason to trust Li Zhijun.
First of all, Oasis was born from "Fushiro", right? Would Lord Li not know anything about what he did? What was his reaction when Oasis almost wiped out all the people in the group?
Secondly, isn't "Li Zhijun" a comic character? What exactly is going on is a mess... In short, how could he not know that he was actually "Fusiro" before today?
After many years, he suddenly met Kurosawa Ji again. After meeting him again, his greatest hope was to become a companion... No matter how he thought about it, he seemed to regard himself as a fool.
However, reason, reason, common sense...all kinds of solid and reliable rebuttals could never drown out another small, clear intuition in Lin Sanjiu's heart: what Li Zhijun said was indeed true.
It's strange, but not strange either.
She had seen people's faces illuminated by light and hope, and a sudden look of caution and disbelief appeared on their faces.
She has also seen the loneliness and longing when a person is floating alone in the dark waves, looking at the lights on the other side... The difference is that Sibaan has been waiting silently. At this moment, he may be just like in the past.
, curled up silently, enduring the torture of every heartbeat.
But Lord Li is tough and almost greedy: if he wants to be a companion on the ship, he will be like a hunting beast, catching the prey off guard and biting its neck. When it no longer shows signs of struggling away,
Then he slowly loosened his teeth, licked the wound he bit himself, and softly begged it to stay.
Lin Sanjiu was not stupid, she did not reveal her intuition at all.
"I don't believe it." She said coldly, "Implanting memories...is this how you treat your relatives and friends?"
"No...but I gave us a chance to become family friends."
Li Zhijun sighed and slowly slid down along the locker. It seemed that he really had no intention of doing anything; his legs stretched softly, and his posture was open and relaxed.
No matter how powerful a person is in combat, it is not easy to protect themselves in such a posture.
"What choice do I have? As soon as you found out that I was Fusiro, you already regarded me as an enemy. With the shadow of Oasis, no matter what I say, even if I have the chance to say it, you
Can he accept me without any grudges? When Kurosawa realized that his long-standing friend was actually not the person he thought he was, he...it would have been good if he didn't kill me."
He gave a wry smile and scratched his hair a few times. "I don't know how to make you believe me. Part of me hopes that Orcius is still alive... If I also participate in the battle against him, I will suffer.
If you get injured, or even lose a foot or a hand...you will believe me, right?"
"To gain my trust, maybe you can start by answering questions."
Lin Sanjiu stared at his eyes and gestured towards him from top to bottom. "You - who are you now? What happened to 'Lord of Li'? Tell me from the beginning."
Even if she wanted to ask, there were too many things that confused her, and she was afraid that the more she asked, the more confused she would become.
"It's a long story."
Li Zhijun's eyes seemed to be drawn into the depths of time and space by her words, and a bit of confusion appeared on his face. "I haven't thought of my identity as 'Fu Xilao' for a long, long time...
"I also forgot...how many years ago that was. It seemed like overnight, my home world was ended by the doomsday. Like thousands of other evolved people who survived, I was thrown into
In the doomsday world. At that time, I was still Fu Shiluo."
Lin Sanjiu remembered the graphic novel in Pina's hand and resisted interrupting him.
"I soon discovered that I seemed to be under the care of God. Whether it was the speed of evolution or the power, quantity or type of evolutionary abilities, I was far beyond ordinary people... This is not my boast, you
They have seen the products of my abilities."
"Olcius is a product of your ability?"
Li Zhijun—perhaps he should be called Fu Xiluo—shrugged his shoulders.
"In a sense, yes. But I'm going to tell you step by step in chronological order, because when I mention Oulcyus now, I'm jumping too far ahead."
Lin Sanjiu nodded. She must always remind herself not to relax too; she believed that Fu Xiluo was telling the truth, but she still had to be prepared for a military confrontation before she got the whole truth.
"I'm not the only one who is particularly affected by God for some unknown reason, right?" Fu Xiluo smiled and said, "But I can guarantee that among such people, there are people who feel the same as me.
There won’t be a single person like that.”
When he said this, he turned his head to the side, avoiding Lin Sanjiu's eyes, as if he was a little - a little ashamed.
"What kind of mood are you feeling?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but ask.
"I remember that at that time, I would not encounter any danger or difficulty in almost any post-apocalyptic world. Survival soon became no longer a problem... For me, even a visa was a matter of course.
It’s a dispensable thing. But it’s strange,” Fusiro chuckled softly, “People who don’t need it are more popular with it.”
This sentence brought back countless memories to Lin Sanjiu; she silently expressed her agreement.
"Without my immediate priorities, my life becomes... very boring."
Fu Xiluo bent his legs and wrapped his arms around his knees.
From Lin Sanjiu's angle, she could see his drooped neck; it seemed to be a guarantee that if she had any doubts, she could cut it off at any time.
"Whether it is before the end of the world or after the end of the world, human life... is like a hamster in a wheel. We keep running, keep moving, and keep doing work on the universe... We work hard just to be able to
Stop where you are and maintain the status quo."
Under the pale light of the storage room, he stretched out his two palms. His hands were large, with clear and slender finger bones.
Lin Sanjiu was vaguely wary of what would appear on those hands, but Fu Xiluo seemed to just want to take a look at his empty hands after so many years.
"After eating, you will be hungry again soon. Even if you get enough sleep, you will still become tired. Even if you are an evolver and have such amazing abilities, you cannot avoid any of the things that humans cannot do.
Don’t do it, do something but feel it is meaningless.”
He said in a vague voice: "Back then, I was already a very powerful evolver...According to many people's imagination, I must have lived a life of whatever I wanted. But you know that during that period of time, most of
What is it that makes me feel ridiculous, something I am unwilling to do, but I can’t get rid of it?”
Fu Xiluo seemed to find it funny himself, snorted and said: "Wash the pot."
"Ah?" Lin Sanjiu was startled.
"As a person, I always have to eat. When I eat, I will use a pot, whether it is heating or cooking... I have to wash it after use, because it is not always possible to find a usable pot in the apocalyptic world."
He seemed to sense some kind of absurdity, and laughed with crooked eyes: "It's the end of the world! There are no wire balls, detergent, or tap water at all... But I have to find a way to wash the pot, and wash it again and again.
Sometimes food residues get squeezed into the gaps between fingernails, and greasy residues remain on the fingertips, which is disgusting and annoying. Sometimes the pot cannot be washed clean, and the pot wears out when you exert force, and you have to find another pot.
"I also used to control others later. However, this opened up a new series of troubles. Should I use my body to manage the house? Or capture ordinary evolvers? How to control it? How much damage is better? How to prevent him from resisting? How to prevent him from escaping?
If it’s gone, I have to find another one. In the end, I found that it’s not as fast as getting it myself.”
Fusila shook his head and said: "At that time, I could make people get lost in my voice, I could implant a memory that was beneficial to me, I could make a building collapse in an instant... But the so-called evolution
Ability and the apocalyptic world are all like a beautiful layer of candy wrapper. Underneath the candy wrapper, it is still human life - your hair needs to be washed when it is dirty, your nails need to be cut when they are long, but the nail clipper cannot be found. After eating something
I have to brush my teeth, do laundry, repair equipment, find shoelaces, rub the dead battery on my pants, bargain, collect flammable materials, I heard about a good place for trading, only to find that it has been deserted for a long time, kill it
A person who betrays you still has to bite the bullet and get to know the next person."
He let out a long sigh.
"Human beings... don't seem to realize that they are enduring endless, minute and minute troubles, hardness, oppression and boredom. However, people who walk barefoot on an endless gravel road seem to have only
Me alone."
"Then what?" Lin Sanjiu slowly sat down as he asked.
"Once I was walking alone on the road, holding a pointing needle in my hand. I remember that I was looking for somewhere... There was an urgent matter that needed to be dealt with, but it was not important. Anyway, I took it and walked
As I was walking, the pointer slipped and fell to the ground, where it shattered."
Fu Xilao suddenly sat up straight, threw up his head and laughed almost uncontrollably.
"What, I'm an evolver! But there are times when I can't hold things firmly. Special items also have fragile types, and no matter how powerful they are, there are destinations that can't be found. Because of such a boring reason, I couldn't catch up in time.
To accomplish that thing that I have been thinking about for a long time... wouldn’t it be ridiculous?”
Lin Sanjiu looked at him blankly.
For some reason, even though she knew that he was the one who implanted memories for his friends and gave birth to Ouxiro, she still had an urge to hold his hand and tell him that it was okay.
——People who are burdened by life must be too tired and lonely, right?
"I looked down at the fragment pointing to the needle, and felt that the world was ridiculous. I didn't know what I was doing, and what was the meaning of living like this, running desperately and staying in the same place." Fusiro calmed down and continued to tell: "Then
Soon after, I came up with a solution."
"……any solution?"
He smiled.
"I turned myself into a body butler. The personality of this body butler is the character I saw in a comic, Mr. Li."
