"But I'm not Han Wensheng, we are no longer them!" Han Wensheng let go of Yang Yurong, but his hands were still firmly holding Yang Yurong's shoulders.
"Let's go! Get out of here!" Han Wensheng mustered up the courage to say seriously.
Yang Yurong's eyes widened, and she looked at the Han Wensheng in front of her in disbelief, a being who had lost his mind because of love.
"What did you say? Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know, I said let's go! Get out of here! Go to a place where no one can find us! Okay?" Han Wensheng's tone didn't sound like he was joking.
Yang Yurong suddenly smiled, a sad smile, and she struggled again, trying to get rid of Han Wensheng.
But Han Wensheng's strength was too great, and she eventually fell.
"Okay..." Yang Yurong's voice was dry. She lowered her head and stopped looking at Han Wensheng.
Han Wensheng was overjoyed when he heard this. He immediately said: "Okay, as long as you agree, I will make arrangements right away. I will come to pick you up in the evening. Let's leave Aisiwal and leave here!"
Yang Yurong didn't speak anymore. She nodded slightly and her body trembled slightly.
Han Wensheng hugged Yang Yurong again and comforted: "Don't be afraid, believe me, it's all over. We don't need to continue to torture ourselves, okay?"
Yang Yurong leaned into Han Wensheng's arms and nodded silently.
…
Onlooker Lin Sen saw clearly, especially when Han Wensheng hurriedly left the ward with a smile on his face, Yang Yurong's expression was not one of relief, but on the contrary, she looked very painful.
"Why did I come here too?" Victory stood beside Lin Sen.
Lin Sen was speechless.
"But this is better than continuing to dive aimlessly. Maybe Yang Yurong wants you to know something."
Lin Sen looked at Yang Yurong, who had her back to him on the hospital bed. This girl looked very thin and pitiful, making people involuntarily feel protective. However, in her petite body, she contained the spirit of Lian Linsen.
Courage and strength that everyone is ashamed of.
This will not be a happy ending...Lin Sen has already seen through it.
…
In the evening, Han Wensheng did come, and he was in a hurry and his expression was more nervous than when he left in the morning.
As soon as he entered the room, he came to Yang Yurong's hospital bed and said to her: "Let's go, I'm ready, we'll leave tonight."
Yang Yurong was also dressed neatly. She put on a long aqua dress and smiled at Han Wensheng.
"Um……"
Han Wensheng kissed Yang Yurong deeply on the forehead, then took out a military concealment cloak and hid Yang Yurong. After the two left the hospital, they got into a black Corina Z1, with Luo Luo driving the car.
"Sir, do you really want to leave?"
Han Wensheng replied: "Yes, I have made up my mind, take us away, Luo Luo."
"Okay sir, good luck to you."
The Yuluo vehicle started moving and moved slowly along the bustling streets of Essinvar.
On the way, Han Wensheng, who was finally free, kissed Yang Yurong passionately, but he did not notice that Yang Yurong, who was trying to respond to him, always kept her eyes open, looking at her lover silently with the pain of pity.
In the car, Lin Sen looked away and looked at this city he had never been to.
The level of prosperity here is dazzling.
After enjoying the passionate kiss, Victory asked softly: "You said that if a person dies and is resurrected with his past memories and thoughts, does it count as resurrection?"
Hearing this, Lin Sen replied without thinking: "To me, death is death and there will be no resurrection."
"Why? Isn't she/he the same after resurrection?" Victory didn't quite understand.
Lin Sen said: "It's different, so what if she has the same appearance and memory? She is already dead in my heart. This person is just a puppet, just deceiving herself and others."
"Huh..." Victory's reaction didn't seem to agree with Lin Sen's statement. She said: "Then my opinion and yours are different. Obviously she has survived, and you can continue to be happy with her, but you
To choose a sadder ending is to deceive yourself and others!"
Lin Sen shrugged noncommittally.
Different cognitive angles make it difficult to have similar opinions. At least for Lin Sen, his self-identification was very vague for a long time.
The vehicle continued to move forward. When it drove out of the metropolis and came to the Huanyu Elevated Highway, Yang Yurong suddenly asked Han Wensheng, "Where are we going?"
Han Wensheng replied: "Go to my friend's place."
"friend?"
"Well... maybe I just think of him as a friend. He doesn't like to see me every time he sees me. But the only person I can trust now, besides you, is him." Han Wensheng said and took out a card.
photo.
In the photo taken on antique film and developed, there is a carefree uncle standing by the sea.
Lin Sen was not surprised at all when he saw this photo... He was just curious as to why Han Wensheng didn't go with him.
As soon as the question arose, Lin Sen realized the answer.
He watched silently, watching Luoluo drive the car towards a dark tunnel.
…
When the car exited the tunnel, the people on the car changed.
Han Wensheng disappeared, and there was another Yang Yurong in the car.
But one had an expressionless face with blood stains on her face, while the other looked tired and painful, huddled in the corner sadly.
"We are very disappointed in you. You didn't control the situation well, which brought the plan to a deadlock." Yang Yurong, expressionless, threw the white handkerchief out of the car after wiping her face.
Yang Yurong in the corner cried: "I'm sorry..."
"No need. Although our plan has been disrupted, the goal has been achieved. Dealing with this aspect is still considered a variable. You can go with peace of mind and follow the established plan." Yang Yurong said with an expressionless face and opened the car door.
.
Luoluo braked quickly, but when the car stopped, she was already gone.
"Miss? Do we still want to continue to our destination?" Luoluo asked.
Yang Yurong wiped away her tears and said softly: "Let's go."
…
The memory disappears again here, and the world in front of you is still an unknown deep sea.
Victory asked: "Do you see the truth?"
Lin Sen didn't speak. He might have answers, but they were still just guesses, so Lin Sen didn't answer and continued reading.
After diving for about ten minutes, another black spot suddenly appeared on the seabed in front of me.
Lin Sen's first feeling was that he had met the same black person again.
But this time, as he got closer, Lin Sen saw clearly that those black spots were not human beings, and there was no second continental plate-level Yang Yurong.
They are the tops of tall towers, looking like black dots from a bird's eye view. When you get closer, you are in a forest of tall towers.
The spacing between these straight white towers is very uniform, and their upper and lower diameters are also exactly the same. If it weren't for the presence of window panes, Lin Sen would have thought they were just pillars.
"Where is this?" Victory asked nonsense.
How could Lin Sen know something that she didn't even know about?
The two of them continued down the tower, and this time they quickly reached the ground.
And this time the ground is no longer made up of human hands, feet, trunks and heads as before. The ground is covered with circles and regular triangles, which are distributed on the ground in a chaotic state.
"Oh, we're in trouble now. The source codes here are all tightly locked together. It doesn't look like we can use the previous method to find a way out." Victory walked to a high tower.
, she raised her hand and touched the white tower, and then the white tower actually made a faint sound.
"Huh? Interesting?" Victory touched the white tower carefully again. This time the tune was very clear. At the same time, other white towers around him seemed to be affected. They responded at first, and soon, they spread to ten people.
, spread from ten to one, an invisible ripple spreads into the distance.
Lin Sen glanced at Victory, and the two immediately formed a tacit understanding.
This time it was Lin Sen who handled the music, and Victory was responsible for adding trajectory codes to these melodies as a "little tail".
When the ripples appeared again, the trajectory code rushed into the distance at an extremely fast speed.
Soon, a panoramic depiction of the area appeared before Lin Sen's eyes again.
This time, the place where Lin Sen is located is a bit reliable!
Because after the trajectory code was transmitted for several minutes and spread to thousands of kilometers, the edge of the area was still not found.
So that means that this is the deepest part of the ocean of numbers?!
While he was thinking about it, Lin Sen suddenly heard a note that was different from what he touched. Although it was very far away, it was indeed not made by Lin Sen!
Moreover, the syllables of that tune are very familiar.
Lin Sen remembered it after thinking about it for a moment.
The syllable conveys the meaning "I am here..."
It's my sister!
The surprise came so suddenly, Lin Sen immediately followed the sound. Victory followed closely behind Lin Sen. She said a little worriedly: "Hey, what if it's a fake? It's a trap?"
Lin Sen said: "No, these syllable codes are a tacit agreement reached by my sister and I when we were young. It not only has a fixed meaning, but also a random syllable variable! Therefore, it is impossible for anyone to copy it!"
Victoria was still a little skeptical, but she had no choice but to follow Lin Sen.
The speed of the two of them was even faster than when they dived before, covering a distance of several hundred kilometers in less than five minutes.
When Lin Sen came to the area where the syllable code words were generated, he found that many of the white towers in this area had fallen to the ground. The broken ground gave people the feeling of abandoned ancient ruins.
Stepping forward, Lin Sen took a closer look and saw that there really was a lost monument deep in the endless white tower forest.
It's just that the appearance of this ancient monument looks familiar...it's not very clear from the side, but when Lin Sen came to the front, Lin Sen remembered it.
This... is actually a memorial hall to pay homage to Queen Zansbol.
Judging from its construction style, it is relatively trendy, at most the style of two hundred years ago.