Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes, trying to catch the chaotic thoughts that were buzzing around in her mind; when she closed her eyes gently, something slid down her cheeks.
She raised her hand and wiped the wet and cold tears from her face.
It’s no wonder that it’s hard for her to think rationally now; after all, not long ago, as a twelve-year-old child, she experienced a life-changing violence, upheaval, and bereavement—even if it was called a “tragedy,”
Too superficial and simple.
At the same time, she still retained her identity as a bystander, as "Lin Sanjiu"; two distances, two perspectives, two answers, entangled and twisted in her mind, forming a dizzying kaleidoscope
.
What's more, she still has too many questions.
The first question, and perhaps the least important question, is that there is obviously no one behind her.
Fu Xilao was not behind her at all.
She entered his memory after opening the album; Fusilao himself was not in the memory of the album - in fact, when she opened the album, Fusilao was just a back figure in the distance.
Lin Sanjiu looked back.
The hands she saw and the body temperature she felt on her shoulders seemed to be just illusions. There was nothing on the grass behind her except a body that was no longer breathing.
The second question is that Fu Xiro's words are a bit strange.
"Let me go find the world above the universe, okay" - it sounds like a plea.
Why?
Is she qualified to decide whether Fu Xilao goes to explore?
If he wants to go, why does he need to ask for her permission?
When I think of this, more questions arise: Fu Xiro has never mentioned this matter before, so why does he suddenly want to explore the world above the world?
Could it be because he has always had this obsession, but something happened tonight that brought it out?
The reason why he begged himself was that he, like Oasis, also needed a human farm before he could explore it?
Lin Sanjiu stood there in a daze, feeling that all kinds of questions were beating against her like turbulent waves, making her mind sway; she always felt that part of the puzzle in front of her was obscured and she could not see it.
panoramic.
She is not a person who keeps things in her heart and spends a long time struggling with them. If she doesn't understand, she should just speak out.
"Fu Xiluo?" Lin Sanjiu called. "Where are you? Why can I communicate with you?"
He had said that whatever he told him would be the truth - strangely enough, Lin Sanjiu always thought that he would abide by that non-binding oath for no reason.
"The voice you heard is not me." Fusiro's voice sounded from the empty grassland again, "This is just a ray of consciousness I left behind."
"Then the hand I saw..."
"The night by the lake is too cold, but you are so warm next to you." Fusiro's voice seemed to be talking in a dream, "I have to stay as close to you as possible... Even just a ray of consciousness seems to be able to form a body."
It looks like it, absorbing some body heat."
Sure enough, it was his consciousness, not his person - there was only a ray of unrepressed consciousness left, which seemed to be far more frank and fragile than the person himself.
"Why do you want me to see your memory?" Lin Sanjiu asked softly.
Although the memory ended, everything in front of her eyes was still frozen and unchanged.
It was as if for Fusiro, that night was the finale, and what he saw in the different world above the sky was the last scene he saw.
"To be honest... I don't understand either. In fact, whether you can see it or not, whether you are willing or not, will not affect what I want to do." Fusiro murmured, "But I think you should know.
"
should know?
"I hope you can become my relative and an important person in my life, so... of course you should know, right?"
Fu Xiro's tone was as if he himself was not sure.
Lin Sanjiu sighed softly, walked to the boy by the lake, and sat down. Stretching out her hand, her fingertips penetrated through the still dazed face, and couldn't touch anything.
.
If she were asked to make a guess...
When Fusilola pulled her into her memory, did she vaguely hope that after seeing what happened back then, she would be able to wake him up and keep him?
Isn't he also unwilling to develop human farms like Orcius, at the expense of countless ordinary people, to find a world above the world?
Lin Sanjiu knew that from now on, she had to be as careful as possible with her words.
"Actually, at the beginning, you were just like most children, with common curiosity and fantasy..."
Fu Xilao didn't make a sound.
"As people grow older, they will gradually accept reality and forget that they once imagined that there was magic, giants, and doors to other worlds in the world. And your parents... under the intervention of your parents, you are better than others
People accept reality earlier and give up their fantasies, right?"
Lin Sanjiu thought of the night when he came back from the theater; Fu Xiluo, who was lying on the bed, almost calmly, as if giving up, let go of his hand, letting the "sea that is not on the map" drift away from his fingers.
"No...no. I haven't given up. I hope Ansi can see ghosts in the new school."
When Fu Xilao said this, the two of them were silent for a while, and he suddenly sighed.
"Ah, I understand what you mean. At that time, I was 'hoping' that Ansi would meet a ghost... I didn't really think that she would meet a ghost."
Lin Sanjiu was surprised that he could detect the difference so quickly.
What happens next is even more difficult.
Without any accidents, if Fusiro continues to grow up as planned, the "world above the world" will just be like the shoes he wore when he was twelve years old, discarded and forgotten because they are no longer suitable.
But...Fu Xiro's life journey was cut off by that night by the lake in the mountains. It folded up and wrapped him tightly into that night.
As an adult and a bystander, it is actually very clear what happened that night by the lake.
...I am afraid that the night has never opened at all, and there have never been white birds like lightning, blood-ruby eyes, or figures as huge as gods.
When Fushiro's mother was beaten to death one by one, her last wish was not to let her son look back at her.
The last time she told Fu Xiluo not to look, he couldn't help but look. His eyes fell into the half-exposed hall inside the door, and his mother pushed her away in panic.
This time, when the mother understood that her life was about to end, she picked up the things that she had never allowed Fusiro to have - she hoped that this kind of daydreaming fantasy that she usually hated could capture her son's love for her.
Attention can keep him from looking back.
That night, Fusila was only a few dozen steps away from the most desperate and terrifying place; she couldn't let him escape far away, she had no other choice.
But she still hopes that she can provide him with a little, even weak, shield, apologize to him in this way, and return the world above the world to him.
Lin Sanjiu didn't even know how much of Fu Xiluo's mother's words in his memory were actually spoken by her, and how much were hallucinations he had under the extreme shock.
Didn't Fusiro realize it at all?
Didn't he know what was going on while his mother was talking intermittently?
He knows.
But as a child who was severely suppressed and controlled by his parents, a child who was deprived of fantasy, fun and sense of meaning early on, during this night gripped by violence and terror, he still habitually obeyed his mother's orders.
A man stumbled towards the lake...
There, he grabbed what his mother handed him back at the last moment, a life board.
It is yours. Mother said, hold on to it so that you will not be swallowed up by the night here.
He hugged the lifeguard board tightly - the fantasy of the past came back; then, in front of Fusiro, whose spirit, body and mind were on the verge of collapse, the night sky opened and he saw the world above the world.
After that, he never let go.
"...'The world above the world' should not be the only meaning in your life."
When Lin Sanjiu spoke, she also surprised herself.
"You have never given up, right? The reason why Oasis had the same idea and created a human farm is precisely because he came from you and inherited your obsession, right?"
"Yes." Fu Xilao replied in a low voice. "...I'm sorry. I never told you after I woke up."
"Your mother is an ordinary person." Lin Sanjiu tried her best to speak calmly, "Her last words... were to protect you. There is no reason for her to know that there is a world above the world, and that ordinary people still have
Can’t see.”
What's more, there are thousands of apocalyptic worlds; if the powder scattered from the "world above the world" really causes the copies and abilities, then among the thousands of worlds, Fuxi will not be the only one who sees it.
Luo Yiyi—but Lin Sanjiu and her friends had never heard of it before.
"When you say this, are you worried that I will continue the human farm?" Fusiro suddenly asked.
Lin Sanjiu did have this concern and nodded.
"Don't worry. As long as you say that you don't want the human farm to continue to exist, I can erase it for you." Fucillo said calmly: "I have no interest in it.
Power is probably just a reflection of me, and his knowledge only scratches the surface of mine. He believes that he must use the so-called 'power of faith' to leave this world and go up... But I know that to
There is no need for vaccines or the power of faith to go to the world above the world."
"Then what method?"
"Before I answer, let me ask you a question."
"what is the problem?"
“Do you believe in ‘a world above worlds’?”
Lin Sanjiu replied without hesitation: "Of course."
There is no doubt about this.
Even if she saw through Batou De's broadcast, even if she thought that what Fu Shiluo saw that night was just an illusion, she still believed that there was still a world above the world - not the same strong persistence and fanatical belief as Fu Shiluo, but something like...
…an acceptance filled with hope and expectation.
...when did it start?
Doubts emerged from my mind and passed by without leaving any trace.
"That's good..." Fushiro said in a low voice, "Then I can tell you everything. If you want to get out of your memories, please turn around and keep walking forward."
Lin Sanjiu turned around and walked forward step by step; the lake and mountain forest gradually faded, the grassland was replaced by another grassland, and the stars gave way to the dim white moon.
The huge, wonderful and vast alien world in the cracks in the night sky finally retreated into the album and disappeared.
She found herself back on the grass where Exodus was. Not far in front of her was Fusiro's back still standing there - it seemed like there was another person standing next to him.
"...Ba Toude?" Lin Sanjiu called out and stepped a few steps faster.
Fu Xiluo turned around and smiled crookedly at her eyes, which seemed to still contain the lake in the dark night - at this moment, he almost looked like a child full of expectations.
"Why is he here-" Lin Sanjiu stopped abruptly before she could finish her sentence. "...Hello, Badou De?"
The man with a strong, broad build and brown braided hair had empty eyes at the moment, as if he was unaware of external affairs, and had no reaction to her arrival.
"He is already my 'identity'," Fusiro said softly, "I strengthened his abilities as much as possible and used him to make broadcasts."
Lin Sanjiu slowly turned her head towards him.
"The broadcast on Exodus...was it from you?"
"Well," Fusiro said, almost a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry. In order to debug the effect, the broadcast lasted around you for a long time."
Countdown to energy delivery—03:03.
Maybe because the plot is all in my mind, I thought that after I finished writing the story of Fusiro's childhood, everything should be clear. But after reading the comments, I found that many people still didn't understand. Well, I think
It should be fine in the future. Many of the questions you raised are actually Lin Sanjiu's doubts because of incomplete information.
PS: I think there are always a lot of people who criticize Doomsday. It’s just constructive and well-founded criticism, or it’s an attack with ugly words. I’m not stupid, I can tell the difference. I deleted the comment in the previous chapter.