Lin Sanjiu's gaze cast along the tall iron gate, until it was swallowed up by the mist in the distance, and then it fell back on Siba'an.
"People who are not familiar with the Twelve Organizations often have a misunderstanding."
The blond man standing with the backlight seemed to smile at her in the dim night. He raised his finger and pointed at the tall iron door, and whispered: "...Each organization occupies a place, and each has its own building, so outsiders
You always think that they are adjacent to each other but have nothing to do with each other as they appear on the surface."
"Isn't that true?" Lin Sanjiu tilted her head and looked at him.
The force field's influence on him seemed to be blocked by something, and it could only push forward inch by inch; his voice was a little rushed, but it was much more stable than her previous state.
"That's because they want the rest of the world to misunderstand it."
Obviously it is not his mother tongue, but Sibaan's deep and melodious voice carries a strange and natural rhythm, as if it can attract and disturb people's minds, dragging them deep into the smoke in that voice.
"What's the meaning?"
"……Do you like music?"
Lin Sanjiu was stunned: "I-I quite like it."
Sibaan smiled softly, as if a hand suddenly grasped the person's heart and then gently released it.
"I have always been grateful for the existence of music. The notes emitted by various instruments form what seem to be several different parts, but they respond to each other, intertwine with each other, and ultimately resonate into beautiful music."
Lin Sanjiu couldn't figure out what this had to do with the Twelve Organizations or the current way out, so she could only look at him in confusion.
Sibaan didn't explain, he just turned around and gestured to her - she understood when he put his finger on the high-wall-like iron door.
Before taking action, she took one last look at the long feet on the ground not far away.
She would never see it again, and she didn't have to worry about it attacking her. The shop selling milk cakes might be empty for a few days, and then another degenerate one would be replaced. That one would take the initiative to serve her.
The guide, a fallen species who only cares about saving money for a goal, has ebbed from the universe like countless other lost lives. Even if it leaves any mark, it will be like a footprint on the beach, swept away by the wind in a blink of an eye.
The waves are wiped from this world.
Not just it, Lin Sanjiu glanced at Sibaan, lowered his gaze and took two steps back.
We will all face the day when no one will remember our existence, our lives, our joys and sorrows.
She lowered her body and rushed towards the iron door. With the strength of her leap, she raised her hand and threw out a force of consciousness to hang on the edge of the iron door. She turned over and climbed to the top.
Starlight fell into her field of vision like a wave suddenly rushing over the cliff.
When she was on the ground, it was difficult to accurately judge how wide such a tall door was. It wasn't until she turned it over that Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that the door was wide enough to accommodate a car passing by. She
She walked back and forth for a few steps, then stopped and looked into the distance. The long city wall standing high in the air stretched forward into the night, as if she could just run along it, into the sky, into the sky.
The unknown end of the world.
Sibaan's shadow fell silently at her feet.
"Have you seen the arsenal in the distance?" His low, soft voice was like a wave rising from the depths of a dream. "Do you know why I want it?"
Lin Sanjiu shook his head. The lines that formed the shadow of the steel factory were emotionless, connecting to each other straight and reliably, forming a vague, hard shadow in the distance.
"It's because I have the ability to get it."
Sibaan lowered his head on her shoulder, his voice and warm breath touching the skin of her neck. "It is one of the few things in this world that can belong to me... Although there were a lot of things that happened in the process of getting it.
A little twists and turns, it's still mine. I pity those who try to stand between me and it."
Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat and she endured no response.
Had he already guessed—had guessed why he came alone?
When she was silent, Sibaan sighed softly. She felt that he seemed to turn his head and glance in the direction of the corpse.
"I hope you can appreciate the music played by the Twelve Organizations tonight as much as I do." He whispered, "What I will demonstrate to you next is only known to a few people in the apocalyptic world."
Before Lin Sanjiu could react, she suddenly felt a slight tremor under her feet.
It is unimaginable that such a heavy, wide, and tall steel door can be so quiet when moving - the slight friction sound is blown by the wind and scattered into the night. Only the long iron door under the feet, the gears
, under the operation of the hinge, sections were opened in units of ten meters, slowly spreading out like countless giant building blocks, scattered under the night sky.
"What you see, the towering Biluo District," Siba'an's voice floated gently in the hazy light, "are all woven together piece by piece like this. For each unit, I call it '
notes'. If you find the right conductor, you can play the music you want."
Lin Sanjiu stared at everything in front of her in shock: giant iron gates were arranged in two rows, and the ground seemed to be folded layer by layer by invisible forces, rolling forward and crawling under the feet of the two of them. She could see
The paths, walls, and courtyards that I was trapped in just now were surrounded by black shadows of different shapes inside, and were washed away under the night - this space seemed to suddenly come to life, with muscles, blood vessels, and heartbeats.
Amid the pulsation, a new appearance was gradually reshaped.
In its new appearance, the "Rare Animal Sanctuary" dispersed like quicksand, and the arsenal gradually changed from a steel silhouette in the distance to the ground - this feeling was very strange and unreasonable, but Lin Sanjiu
But I really felt that this familiar city of steel seemed to be rising from the ground little by little.
"What...what's going on?" She suspected that she was dreaming. "Where are the people and monsters in the protection park?"
"There is no one who protects the garden at all." He smiled affectionately, "Did you see anyone behind the door?"
No.
"That's right." Lin Sanjiu listened blankly as he continued: "After countless years of cooperation, the Twelve Organizations... have achieved symbiosis by taking root in each other. The Twelve
The organization is one, although it still retains twelve faces. The protection park you see here is actually just another part woven out of the arsenal by taking some of the 'notes'. In order to have a symbiotic relationship with the arsenal
, it can change its appearance at any time and exert different functions, and the special creatures it cultivates can become the defense line of the arsenal."
"And it just so happens that I have a baton in my hand that can control this part of the voice."
