East of Eden

Reflecting the glare of artificial sunlight, the soda can stands alone on a rock 50 meters away, its outline blurred by the heat wave and distorted.Siswell held the gun in his right hand, and tried not to tremble while holding his right hand in his left hand. He squinted his eyes and aimed and fired three shots in succession.

Bang bang bang.

It's a pity that the can was missed. The cute smiling face of the virtual diva on the outer packaging seems to be mocking her, and the bright red skirt is even more provocative.Siswell refused to accept it, she fought it, wiped off her sweat, and reloaded and aimed again.She wants to become independent, she doesn't want to be a drag on everyone, and she doesn't want others to get hurt because of protecting her.

"She practiced spear practice very seriously." Long came out of the hut, stretching his back that was sore from sleeping curled up all night.His words were addressed to the stars, and beyond the hut stretched a canvas awning, under whose shadow the stars and dragons were alike.Despite the high desert temperatures, once you find shade, you can cool off in no time.

Xing raised his head and glanced, and hummed "um" in his nasal cavity, then bowed his head and went to do his own thing.In front of him is a small shrine built by Honghe with rammed sand. The clay idol is quietly placed there, with some soot scattered underneath.Xing used charcoal to draw the appearance of the statue, and recorded it in the parchment left by Terok.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to be able to sketch." Long bent down with interest, pinched his chin and looked at it for a while: "This is Zhu Siliang Shiheng."

"you know too?"

"Of course, everything we're going through now is the mess left by this old god." The man smiled, sat down against the shell of the hut, fumbled for a cigarette in his pocket but found nothing, and had no choice but to wipe his pants, "If Had it not been for him to disappear suddenly with Yin Qi Wenming, there would not be the Weaver Party that is hunted down by the Su Huang government today, and there would be no us."

Xing sat up straight, interested in this topic: "My common sense has no knowledge about how the Weaver Party was established."

Long finally found a cigarette from his jacket pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it, and chewed habitually: "That's for sure, after all, common sense memory is a batch plug-in, which is based on the knowledge system of ordinary residents. A lot of robots are implanted with the same system as you."

"...but I'm not a robot."

"Don't mind. At that time, the experts were just looking for convenience. After all, customized memory is too expensive and the price is not high. I will tell you what you want to know." Long handed him a cigarette: "Come on One?"

Star refused.

"Just tell me about the Weaver Party, keep it simple." He put his arms on his knees, his black hair was blown away by the sandy wind, and his sentences were as short as ever.

Long felt that Xing might be displeased with the "robot"'s remarks, so he patted him on the shoulder out of friendship, Xing just stared at the statue with a gloomy gaze that no one could understand.

"Okay, okay." Long coughed twice, exhaled with the sound of gunshots from Siswell in the distance, and began to narrate the distant story about the establishment of the Weaver Party.

"Half a century ago, some scholars who studied the mystery of the disappearance of the Yin-Qi civilization made a bold hypothesis——the Yin-Qi civilization was not 'disappeared' in the true sense, but escaped to a certain place collectively.

"The powerful Zhu Siliang Shiheng is undoubtedly the leader of this 'escape from civilization' incident. The clay tablet unearthed from the Jinshacheng library site says that he spent ten years building four holy objects and buried them deep in the earth. The sacred object can be used to restart the Yin-Qi technology, so scholars think that it may also be used for communication-such as sending signals to the escaped Yin-Qi civilization.

"Originally, this was just an academic discussion event, but they searched deeper and deeper, trying to contact the Yin Qi people and let them come back to replace Su Huang, which affected the stability of the regime. Su Huang began to hunt and kill scholars wantonly. Afterwards, exiled scholars who were dissatisfied with the government established Weaver party, and track down the whereabouts of the relic.

"The team gradually grew, but they still found nothing for a long time. Finally, someone found clues in the snow mountain. After decades, researchers changed batches after batches, and people finally found holy objects, temples, and you. To be honest, we It was both exciting and disappointing to see the relic, because we couldn't activate it at all, and the patterns on the relic were completely undecipherable."

"So we resurrected you." Long pressed the cigarette butt out on the sand: "That's all I know."

Xing listened to a long narration, and there were many questions he wanted to ask but he didn't know where to start.But in short, he has a clearer understanding of his situation and the history of this new world.

"I thought you were a scientific organization," he said after a moment.

"Is there anything unscientific about what I just said?"

"What if the original assumption is wrong? What if the sacred object is actually useless? You don't pay attention to the development of industry at all, and try to change the future through a method of going back to the past."

Long laughed and didn't care: "Probably this is the so-called 'faith'. Once you decide to dedicate yourself to a certain cause, there is no way out in this world, and there are not so many eventualities. You can only keep going and go. From black to dead to the end of the road."

"Belief?"

"I guess you don't now."

Xing lowered his eyes, his eyes lingered on a page of the notebook, and his thumb caressed the charcoal traces on that page imperceptibly.

Long leaned over: "You still drew it?"

On the left side of the statue of Liang Shiheng, there is a slender figure in a wheat field. The charcoal pencil cannot express the dazzling golden color, but it conveys a vigorous dream-like mottled light and shadow.

Star nods.

"Someone I knew before?"

"Yes."

"I heard from the doctor that you still remember your lover."

"Yeah." The fine sand fell on the paper softly, and the star brushed them away: "But 3000 years have passed."

In 3000, people have already turned into ashes.

Long couldn't bear to see it: "I know a lot of good girls in Haven City, and I will introduce one to you later. You will find happiness with a new love."

Star smiled and closed the notebook.

good girl riding a mare

good girl with dark eyes

long white skirt

i have a little lamb

wandering with a rope

jingle ding ding ding ding

Be the king of wind and light

They rolled out the jeep in the bunker and were ready to go again.Dr. Sugi's right leg has basically recovered its functions after repairs, but the damage to a few nerve parts made his movements more rigid than before, and he could hardly get out of the crutches.

"Yun An, call Terok's student back, don't let her continue wasting bullets." Shan Mu patted the boy on the back of the head, like letting go of a pony.

Siswell was still shooting, Yun An put his hands in his pockets and said, "How are you doing?"

"One hit out of ten." She lowered her aching arm.

"Did you hit that soda can?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it very simple?" Yun An took her pistol|gun, straightened her back and stood sideways, squinting her right eye and aiming with her left eye.With a crisp sound, the pot fell on its back from the stone and landed in a pile of pots she had smashed.

"This gun is not suitable for girls. The recoil is too strong, so you can't hold it steadily." He put his finger through the trigger ring and turned it around before throwing it back: "Also, when aiming, the muzzle of the gun is pressed down. A little, so that when you shoot|fire you can hit the bull's-eye. Let's go, we're going."

Siswell managed to catch the gun, and the boy in front of her was obviously a few years younger than her, but he behaved much more mature than her, and repeatedly pouted to express his dissatisfaction with her, which made people a little annoyed but had to be convinced.

"I...I also want to learn how to shoot...and fight." She wiped the sweat from her forehead, and her thin shirt was tightly stuck to her body with sweat, and then was blown by a gust of hot wind Drums, the skin on both cheeks was scorched and painful.

"You want me to teach you?"

Siswell didn't say that, but since Yun'an mentioned it, she nodded smoothly.

Unexpectedly, the boy gave a "cut" very unbearably, and said with a grimace: "I don't teach women, women are the most troublesome."

Siswell didn't speak, picked up the last soda can at his feet and threw it at his back, Yun'an quickly jumped away, his short chestnut hair was shining in the sun, still with his hands in his pockets, grinning at her Smiled, then ran to Dr. Shanmu and their jeep.

Shan Mu was sitting on the hood of the car looking at the map, zooming in on the area around the skeleton of the dragon: "The satellite image of an area east of the keel is blurry."

"That's the City of Scorched Earth, where the Sakuwa you're looking for lives." Hong He pointed out: "That area has a signal shielding the magnetic field, and no radio waves can reach it."

"That's right, it's the same as my guess." Shan Mu pushed his glasses and shook hands with Hong He: "Thank you for your help. We have the burden on this motorcycle, and I will leave it to you now."

Yun An, who just ran over, happened to see this scene: "Isn't this my motorcycle! How can I give it away?"

Shan Mu pushed his head down: "Don't make trouble, please ask someone if you have business."

Hong He held up the note between his fingers: "Riding a motorcycle to Akondo before the day, and handing this note to your partner, right?"

"Yes. From what I know of them, they will dress up as wandering merchants, with a copy of "Messiah" in a golden cover."

"I see, I will help you. But—" Hong He put the note into his pocket, raised his head, and looked at them with curiosity and doubts: "Who are you?"

Shan Mu Zhelang didn't answer immediately, he lowered his head and laughed softly, calling Yun'an and Siswell to get in the car.

"Hey, let's go, all the way east!"

Xing was smoking a cigarette, and at this moment, he stubbed out the cigarette butt, picked up the black gun | barrel, and helped the thin middle-aged man open the car door.Long sat in the driver's seat and turned the volume knob to play a rock song. There was a stack of herring cans and Marlboro piled up in front of the steering wheel, and the trunk was filled with beer, guns and bullets.

The moment Shan Mu stepped on the accelerator, she turned her head and waved goodbye to Hong He.Siswell also turned her head, her blond hair brushed across her eyes, and the scarf on her head was blown off suddenly by the wind, like a red bird hovering in the sky.

Scorched City.

A burning ruin, a forgotten city.Originally, it was the same as the other relics left by the Yin Qi civilization. It was pure and white, like a ring left by God on the earth.After the explosion|explosion and fire, it turned into the current scorched yellow color, the stone pillars were broken, the walls were cracked, the ancient characters were blurred, and weeds sprang up among the ruins.A labyrinth is formed between the six layers of surrounding walls, and arches are nested one after another, surrounding an ancient tree painted white in the center.

The white-haired and black-clothed Sakuwas lived in this huge labyrinth. They lost their houses, built beds and frames in the precarious walls, and watched the outside world through the cracks in the walls, just like being locked in the Colosseum Gladiator in the cell.

Is the sky seen here the same as the sky 3000 years ago?The birds flew by without leaving a trace.The sky is as rough and clean as sand.

"You are still the same as before. You are writing a diary again, Su An." The silver-gray eyes turned back from the sky, and the man's eyes fell on a short-haired woman in the dimly lit room.

Su An raised her head and smiled, her skin was snow-white, her eyebrows and eyelashes were also white and clear.Sakuwas are born with a stern temperament, and Su An is the same. She is a mature and beautiful Sakuwa. Like everyone else, she doesn't like to laugh. Only when she faces Shano will she raise the corners of her lips like this .

She wore a pair of black lace gloves and recorded the week with a pen that didn't flow smoothly.All her diaries were written on waste newspapers, cut and bound into volumes, and she carried them with her to every battle.

The diary reads:

We killed people in Dohadun and took back the relic.

In Akondo, Shano invited everyone to drink, and Tetsuro Sugigi's team caught up the next day.

I pretended to be a government agent and hired a few thugs to chase them down, but failed.Shano didn't listen to dissuasion, and fought against a black-eyed fighter. Fortunately, he was not injured, and then we went home together.

The house is still the same as before. Although the sacred object is not the one we want, it can be regarded as guarding the legacy of Zhu Si.

I miss the wine I drank that day.

A few words are enough to make her recall what happened that day.She likes to keep a diary, because no one in this world will remember them, and only writing on paper can leave people with thoughts.

The man named Shano stood up, the ceiling was so low that he had to bow his body, his silver hair slipped through the black clothes and fell down the sides of his back.He helped Su An light the oil lamp, then picked up the long | knife engraved with silver flowers and placed it on his waist.

"You want to go out?" Su An put down his pen.

"Go and take a look at the holy relic." The man opened the door a crack and sighed a long time: "I feel that 'they' are coming soon. "

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*Updated the world view about "Holy Object".