"...So, you are neither friends, but you are not enemies either?"
The white steam from a large cup of hot tea blurred the face opposite, and even his voice sounded as if it was steamed and ethereal. For the first time, Lin Sanjiu knew that Hu Changzai liked drinking tea so much - it was them
There were too few opportunities to get along with each other in the past, or has she forgotten it after so many years?
"I don't know what the relationship is," she smiled bitterly, "Anyway, he probably won't kill me."
Hu Changzai held the tea cup and nodded thoughtfully.
After God's love said goodbye in a hurry, his appearance changed again: the little extra meat on his body when he was raised as a "livestock" disappeared again at some point, and his skin was worn away by the wind, sand and sunlight.
Fine lines. Although he is no longer short-sighted, he still habitually wears a pair of glasses, even though one lens is empty; only the sunken eye sockets due to thinness still shine with the same gentleness and kindness.
Slightly stubborn eyes.
When I think about the adventurous time in the extremely hot hell, I still remember it as brightly as the sunshine at noon yesterday. Seeing Hu Changzai again is like re-encountering that period of my life - suddenly, all the memories from that time are gone.
Come alive, fighting, blood, dependence, talking and laughing, smell and starry sky...
"And you?"
After being silent for a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu raised his head and glanced at the group of silent puppets behind Hu Changzai. "You...what's going on? How did you get here all these years?"
of?"
Hu Changzai responded with the same wry smile as she did just now.
"I don't know if I'm lucky or not." He sighed and turned the teacup in his hand. "The third apocalyptic world I experienced was the Central Twelve Worlds. At that time, I was treated as a rare item.
Caught...I still remember when I was first sold, it was at an auction. From then on, I rarely left the Twelve Realms."
Lin Sanjiu pursed her lips tightly and listened without saying a word.
"I have been turned around four or five times. Although I have resisted fiercely and knocked down more than one person...but my basic evolution is really holding me back - besides, I don't have special items, and they don't allow me to
Yes. In fact, to this day, I don’t know what kind of relationship I have with those buyers... They know that I am different from the goods, and they want to use me, but they also have to be wary of me; some people are also careful.
He is particularly nice to me, better than ordinary people, probably because he hopes that I can obey him wholeheartedly. However, most buyers are still unwilling to let me follow suit. I think it is because they do not want others to know what they say all the time.
Are you telling the truth?"
Hu Changzai didn't seem to care much about the days when he was constantly changing hands. He looked calm on his face and just took another shallow sip of tea. He exhaled a burst of warm white breath with satisfaction and said softly: "If you have to define it,
, to buyers I should be a mixture of items, slaves and employees.”
Lin Sanjiu lowered his head and took a deep breath.
"You suffered a lot, right?"
"Suffering is out of the question," Hu Changzai said slowly and in a low voice: "After all, you don't have to take risks yourself, and the resources in life are abundant. But for so many years, I have never been able to take a look at what I want to see.
Scenery, walking to the place I want to go once - although the days pass day by day, it doesn't feel like my own life."
He raised his eyes in the hot steam, and seemed to be confused. In the process of being treated as an object and constantly changing hands, there must have been more painful and unbearable experiences; but he didn't mention a word. What he cared about most was,
It seems like it’s still a journey I missed along the way.
She couldn't imagine a life tied to a rope.
"Do you want to get rid of the puppet master?" Lin Sanjiu raised his head abruptly and asked a little eagerly: "If you want, I will definitely help you -"
"Ah, it doesn't matter." Unexpectedly, Hu Changzai waved his hand, "The puppet master...he is different from other buyers."
Lin Sanjiu raised an eyebrow in confusion, but Hu Changzai did not continue to explain why the puppet master was "different"; he put down the teacup, did not change the topic intentionally, but honestly admitted: "I
I think he definitely doesn’t want me to talk about him like this behind his back, so I won’t tell you.”
This kind of stunned attitude that was revealed inadvertently seemed to remind people of the shadow of Hu Changzai from the extremely hot hell.
"Okay," Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but smile, "I have a friend named Bohemia, who is currently looking after the puppet master in the medical room. So you don't have to rush there, just eat something and rest first...
...If you need anything, just tell Saras."
Hu Changzai blushed slightly and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Okay... you are still the same as before, not much has changed."
There's none?
Lin Sanjiu suddenly fell into a trance. She vaguely felt that something about herself had changed quietly, but she couldn't explain why - she simply gave up the idea and sighed: "There is one more thing... about
Doomsday world order. But it’s a long story.” She raised her head and glanced at the color of the sky exposed through the skylight on the top of the tea room, “I’m going out soon, and we’ll talk about it in detail when I get back.”
Hu Changzai nodded, carefully held the tea cup, and left following Saras's guidance.
Even though there are now seven living people and a large group of dolls living in the spaceship, exodus still looks so empty and vast, without adding a hint of popularity. Lin Sanjiu did not call a single-person suspension cabin, but just followed the long,
She walked slowly forward in the silent corridor; she frowned along the way, and only her thoughts and footsteps drifted out emptyly, as if she was the only one left in the entire spacecraft.
After returning to the room, she put on an all-black combat uniform - this seemed to be a gift package based on the uniform of a certain country's field team. The thick rubber soles of the short boots were both light and strong, making a sound when they landed.
It was almost inaudible; after tightening her belt, counting her special belongings, and checking the black backpack left for her by Sibaan, Lin Sanjiu called out to Saras.
"Sbaan hasn't woken up yet?"
"No," Salas replied softly. "Do I need to wake him up?"
It seemed that he was not just "tired" - Lin Sanjiu thought of the lingering smell of blood on his body.
"No, no need. Let him continue to sleep,"
Lin Sanjiu swung the black bag on her back and tied the laces tightly on her chest. The gun was hard and heavy against her back, and the coolness of the bullet clip penetrated the fabric and clung to her waist.
"I had no intention of going with him from the beginning."
