World Code 427

In the quiet alley, only a man stood there.

His outline was not clear, the man turned his back to the light behind him, and only his tall and straight figure and some ordinary clothes were vaguely visible.

So ordinary and so extraordinary.

The man raised his arm, and he lowered his head as if staring at his fingers. The five fingers kept opening and closing in the dark, but the environment was too dark for him to even understand these fingers. .

It was a moonless night, and there was no pale light that shone on the ground, pouring down from the sky, just like those lonely and helpless people in prison looking up at the window with iron bars, so cruel.

Maybe there will be a few street lamps in the distance, standing alone by the street, everything around is full of fuzzy and illusory colors, everything hides its subtleties, so unreal.

The man was stunned, then raised his legs and walked a few steps towards the side, until his open palm touched the cold concrete, and just caressed it vaguely, maybe with a little trembling.

"I'm glad you came."

A clear voice sounded behind the man. He seemed to be taken aback, his heart was pounding violently. The man quickly turned around and took a step back subconsciously. His solid shoulders leaned against the wall behind him. superior.

"Who are you—" the man dragged his low voice and tried to lower his voice as much as possible. At this moment, his face was full of vigilance. Visible, "No, wait...where am I?"

"My name is Bill, and you should find a way to deal with it now. It's not me who should solve it." The man in front of him stood in the backlight, only the light used his silhouette to trace his shape, and the slight evening wind played with his hair, "It's not just who I am, what my name is, or who you are, what you're going to do. It's important to you, and it's not just you, there are thousands of people It's all looking forward to it, and there's still a lot you need to know, but not right now."

The man could clearly feel his body trembling uncontrollably, maybe he was really afraid. He couldn't deny that he couldn't search his own memory, as if it was a memory between one point in time and another point in time. As if completely hollowed out, completely blank: "What do you mean..."

"Good luck."

As soon as the voice fell, the person in front of him slowly disappeared. The man Yingguang's face was full of astonishment and a bit of unbelievable fear. Just a few seconds after he held his breath, he heard something The noisy footsteps became more and more clear.

——Obviously that group of people came here.

The man really began to become confused uncontrollably. He tried hard to recall those things and the things before he was in the alley now, but he found nothing. He locked the alley tightly, his eyes were widened, almost With stiff legs, he couldn't take a step forward. The speed of his heart and the gradual loss of complexion could easily express this absurd reality.

Soon, the source of the sound approached. They held small pistols or iron bars in their hands, but the shining blade in one of them made people's eyes hurt.

Who is he, who are they, why are they in this place, why are they chasing—

"Why don't you run away? I thought you would still run into your dark, damp and shady cave?" The man in the lead approached slowly with absolute sarcastic words, and the weapon in his hand was played by him After a few laps, it lay firmly in the palm of my hand again.

The man was startled, he took a step back subconsciously, but the closed back route did not give him any chance, he even began to feel fine beads of sweat oozing from the corners of his forehead and the tip of his nose, even the palms of his hands were no exception: "You What are you talking about, who are you...why?"

"Heh," the person on the opposite side began to hum softly, with a thick voice like a lead weight hitting his heart, "If you don't even know who we are, then why run away, or is it that you have a soft spot for this, It's a new experience to be kissed skin to skin by a blade, and you know we've never liked using guns, Mister Stark."

The tall nose bridge was still handsome, the man froze for a second, the dim light shone on his brown pupils, reflecting the withered, yellow and withered autumn color, he felt his brain froze for a moment.

His name isn't Stark, he doesn't know what his name is, but the only thing he knows is that Stark isn't his name.

"Hey buddy, you must have made a mistake," the man's fingers spasmed slightly, and he tried hard to clenched them, so that he began to feel that everything was an illusion, "let's talk, you must have made a mistake People, trust me."

"Maybe I did find the wrong person, but I found the right person for my weapon." The person approaching on the opposite side raised his head sideways, leaving a side face covered by the light, which was drawn with beautiful curves, but cruel words But it made his expression look like a wild monster, "It recognizes your blood and your heat, and it remembers the madness when it completely entered your body."

Stunned by the man named Stark, if he wasn't dreaming or deluding himself that he didn't remember the face - so familiar.

The man felt the temperature of the ice cellar emanating from his back, which made him almost collapse. The few strands of hair on his forehead were soaked in cold sweat. It's like he is in such a strange place at this moment, with blank memories and all doubts.

"Iwasstark...Stark...Thisisimpossible..." he said to himself, his soft voice seemed to be mocking himself, after that he took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look at the person not far away, There was a bit of relief on the tense face, the man tried his best to calm himself, and tried his best not to tremble in his voice, as if he was learning something, he said, "Stop joking, then you really You've found the wrong person, I don't think our relationship is so bad that you need to tear me apart with a weapon in your face."

"Oh, are you telling me a bad joke? Well, I've understood your kindness, and it doesn't hurt at all."

"..."

Stark was stuck again, he stared at this familiar face for a while and couldn't refute, he tried hard to chase the disappeared memories in his brain, but fortunately he hadn't forgotten all the important things, at least for the front For this person, there may be some ways for him to find the weakness of the other party and save himself.

But what the hell is wrong with the world.

The man with short brown hair lowered his eyelids, and then adjusted the focus of those brown eyes to stare at the opposite person again. He clenched the whitened fingertips that were pinched.

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