Blade and Swift

Three days later, the watchmen officially launched an investigation into the Basilica Theater.At the same time, since three days ago, the opera "Moses" was being performed over and over again in the never-empty Grand Theater.

There are more and more people at the entrance of the theater. They all have weapons in their hands and look resolute.

Even so, facing the crowded theater with weapons in hand, they were still confused and looked at each other in blank dismay.

The people in the theater looked like ordinary people who were unarmed and without fighting power, even many children and old people.

"Has the watchman's evacuation not been completed?"

"What if I get hurt by mistake?"

"Where are the enemies? They represent world forces?"

"Even if they represent the world's power, they are still ordinary people..."

As the number of people increased, so did the voices of whispering.

At the entrance of the Basilica Grand Theater, 50 people have gathered, and they are all watching the crowd inside.

Yan Xichen was standing at the back door with a submachine gun and a combat uniform. He was prone to nervousness in crowded places, which was a bad habit he had developed before.

Du Yachen was still discussing matters with the watchmen, standing a dozen meters away.Several watchmen around him who were capable of fighting also picked up their guns and spoke to him solemnly.

However, it took him a long time to discuss. Yan Xichen wanted to go around to the back of the church to smoke a cigarette, but just as he turned the corner, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Yan."

Yan Xichen turned around in surprise, he was familiar with this voice.

It was none other than Fang Shuo who came.

He was dressed in combat equipment, with a flak jacket on his thin body, two pistols in his belt, and black short boots. He looked energetic and capable, completely different from his usual appearance.

Yan Xichen had a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and switched the gun from one hand to another.

Fang Shuo shrank his neck when he saw him, and took half a step back in fear: "Brother Yan, why do you look at me like that?"

"What did you go to Area A for?"

"It's my own initiative, and I also want to go to the chaotic area." Fang Shuo looked away, "I'm sorry. I also know that I can't fight like this."

"Don't try to lie to me." Yan Xichen remained unmoved.

Fang Shuo still lowered his head: "Did I say something wrong again?"

"Before I left Area C, I already felt that something was wrong with you, Fang Shuo. Now that you came back with me, I was terrified. What are you hiding?" Yan Xichen lowered his voice, approached Fang Shuo, and used his shadow Covering Fang Shuo.

Fang Shuo took two steps forward, and just as he was about to speak, he sensed a dangerous aura approaching.

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw Du Yachen squinting, approaching quickly with a gun in his hand.

Yan Xichen also realized it very quickly. The moment he saw Du Yachen, he wondered, "Why—"

Du Yachen didn't give him a chance to speak. He glanced at Fang Shuo next to him unkindly, and dragged Yan Xichen to the main entrance of the theater: "It has already started, the matter here has begun to change, his will is everywhere, you should always be careful. "

"Wait, I'm still asking him..."

"There's no time." Du Yachen turned his head and silenced him, without stopping.

Du Yachen's attitude is very tough, Yan Xichen can only follow suit.

He subconsciously looked back at Fang Shuo who was still standing there.

Fang Shuo looked lonely, and there seemed to be some gushing emotion in his eyes, which had already broken through the covering fog, and directed towards Yan Xichen.

Lonely, sad, resentful, obsessed, and even a little heartbroken.

Yan Xichen was stunned. He remembered that he had seen this look before.

That was not the normal gaze of a teenager.

"Hold your gun, you won't let me down, right?" Du Yachen let go of Yan Xichen, and opened the door of the theater first.

Daylight flooded into the darkened space, illuminating the blood-red curtains and seats.

The opera singers on the stage stopped singing, and the audience looked in their direction in unison.

Those people's gazes were straight and cold, so that even Xichen Yan, who was standing in the sun, could feel the chill seeping out of the theater.

He had heard many times about the ability to materialize this space of will, either from Du Yachen or from Duan Mingyi, but Yan Xichen had never seen the terrifying side of this world with his own eyes.

At first glance, the inside of the theater is normal, but if you look closely with the light, you will find that the boundary of the material inside has changed, just like walking into a distorted illusion.

The air was steaming and twisting, it was obviously in a cold place, but it was like the heat steaming on the asphalt road under the scorching sun.

This theater is like an ice cube melting at high temperature. Every inch of the curtain and wooden boards are twisted and swayed in different forms. The solid matter seems to flow in the form of liquid and gas.

After seeing the interior of the Basilica Theater clearly, Xichen Yan almost gasped.

He felt that the watchmen and the assembled fighting force ran into the theater from the two of them. They performed their duties and kept their positions, and they stood on both sides of the corridor throughout the amphitheater.

The crowd became restless.

First came the young girls, then the children, and the elderly. They took out guns, daggers, and even explosive weapons from under their seats.

Their gaze changed completely, from a threatening posture to the gaze when they were actually looking at the enemy.

Yan Xichen is too familiar with this kind of gaze, which is desperate and full of hatred.

Du Yachen raised his gun.

His concentrated and ready-to-go appearance is completely different from usual.At this time, every inch of his body is condensed with strength, so that his body's sharp coordination and attack power can be at its best when he launches an attack.

At this moment, he is the sharpest knife, with the aura of blood coming out of the sheath.

Yan Xichen raised his eyes in bewilderment, and he saw the soldiers walking back to back cautiously, their necks were cut open with a dagger by the little boy who jumped up from the chair suddenly, and there were also soldiers guarding their positions cautiously, who were cut by a hanging man not far away. The elder suddenly took out a gun and shot his head.

Everyone who looks weak, in this crazy and twisted moment, in this space, is showing the fangs of the weak.

A soldier holding a heavy machine, holding a gun, was in a stalemate with a little girl in front of him. At his feet lay the killed teammate. The little girl's fair cheeks were splashed with the blood of the dead.Her eyes were empty, she was holding a dagger in her hand, and her face had a look of determination that saw death as home.Even so, the warrior couldn't do anything to this girl, she looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old...

With the high-level auditorium as the center, the boundaries of this world began to blur, and everything in sight began to twist, turn, flow crazily, and finally rise and spread to the surroundings.

The world is like crazy.

Du Yachen's hand holding the gun was very steady, and his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly and sharply.Every bullet of his will hit the target, and without exception, he avoids the vital points, and mainly only removes the combat power of the opponent.His gaze just swept across them without stopping, and everyone who passed his gaze fell down.

This is the first time Du Yachen has shown his real fighting strength in front of Yan Xichen.Yan Xichen felt that the most powerful thing was his determination to fight, he was like a natural barrier paved in front of him, indestructible.

He looked at the scene of the theater in front of him, and understood why Du Yachen told him that the "key" to open the door to reality was hidden here.

He had never seen with his own eyes what would happen to the world when Cain's bones were blown up.

It's just that Du Yachen described it to him.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, I realize that no matter how detailed the language is, it is impossible to fully describe the scene presented in front of me.If the inner world has always been stable and looks like the real world, then the chaos in the Basilica Theater is the beginning of the collapse of the world.

What is there in the theater, can affect this space, can affect Cain.

"Take up your weapon and fight, or you choose to give up." Du Yachen said calmly, without looking back, he raised his hand and shot the people behind Yan Xichen, "There is no time to hesitate now."

This is the status quo of this world, floating on an order and rules that will never be stable.

Withdrawing his mind from the shock, Yan Xichen picked up his knife and gun.Du Yachen shot every shot by his side at a leisurely pace, because the marksmanship was very accurate, so it was difficult to get close to them, but soon more and more people flocked to this side, after Yan Xichen raised the gun, they gasped The space is bigger.

"Go, go to the second floor." Du Yachen said to him.

The theater has four floors. The second floor has stepped stands on the front and side, which are more spacious than the third and fourth floors.

It took them nearly 10 minutes to reach the second floor just by solving obstacles all the way and moving forward with difficulty.

Du Yachen told him that there are too many people here, and most of the combat power is left below, and they need to be cleaned separately.Du Yachen was in charge of removing the combat power from the stands on both sides, and Yan Xichen was in charge of the center.

In the darkness, Du Yachen threw away his gun, drew out the short knife beside his boots, and rushed to the left side of the road.

Yan Xichen saw him short, swung his knife, and leaped over, but wherever he passed, a road was cut, and people on the side of the road fell down.A part of the crowd screamed and dropped their weapons in fear, while the remaining part still held the knife unwillingly. The number was reduced by half, and Du Yachen was much more relaxed.His close combat made it difficult to see his figure and movements. There were too many obstacles in the seat, but the bullets had little effect on him. The dagger in his hand was clanging.

He is like a sharp blade, splitting the turbid darkness.

Yan Xichen also moved, he remembered everything Du Yachen taught him.The light on the second floor was too dark, so he drew his gun and drew his sword, and after creating chaos among the crowd in the dark, he hid behind the pillars of the stand. When the crowd dispersed, he shuttled between the gaps in the terrified bodies.Blades sliced ​​through their wrists, their shoulder bones, their limbs.

He doesn't take the hearts of innocent people, but he doesn't take the hearts of pity either. It's a small war.

Another corner of the Basilica Theatre.

A thin-looking young man walked calmly. His peaceful demeanor seemed incompatible with the killing and blood here. His clear eyes watched all the cruel scenes, but the fundus of his eyes was empty, as if all kinds of emotions had been emptied by someone. same.

Some rigid body armor looks a little funny on him, and he takes off the armor as he walks.

First he took off his bulletproof vest, then his helmet, and then his armed belt... Soon, he became an ordinary boy next door.

Bullets and knives seemed to be invisible to him, posing no threat to him.

Some of the fighting men who lost their minds saw him and shot him.

Then something weirder than this space happened.

The bullet slowed down before reaching the boy, condensed in the air, and finally melted like snow.There was no expression on the boy's face, and he didn't even care about the knives and bullets that were stabbed here and there.

No matter how powerful the attack was in front of him, it seemed to turn into spring rain.It's just that his face is getting paler and paler, and he looks like he's going to die in the next second.

The man who shot at him just now saw this scene in the chaos, and his eyes widened in disbelief and shock.

A person who can rule the world surrealally, that is...

"Should--"

The boy walked past him.

The person holding the machine gun didn't even have time to say a word, as if his throat had been cut off abruptly.His head drooped.

The young man walked calmly in this purgatory, not afraid of any sword light, just like walking in a garden.

Walking like a god in the world.

Du Yachen had already fought to the westernmost corner of the theater, and Yan Xichen had almost cleaned up the people on the grandstand.

He raised his eyes, and from the high stand, he could see more clearly the twisted and flowing space under his feet, and the falseness of this space became invisible at this moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yan Xichen suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

He turned around.

A teenager, sitting in the almost empty stands, he sat there quietly watching him.

That look, as if he has been looking at him like this for many years.

Yan Xichen put down the gun, his muscles tensed: "Fang Shuo."

"You're here, are you looking for me?" Fang Shuo smiled and held out his hand to Yan Xichen.

This feeling was so familiar that Yan Xichen approached him almost uncontrollably.

The theater stage and the blood-red curtain behind him instantly surged into a huge vortex.The Basilica Theater became a veritable palette, and the flowing lines suddenly accelerated and surged violently!

The closer Yan Xichen got to him, the more he wanted to cry, and the boy sitting in front of him gradually changed his appearance.

His face is more mature, his body is stronger, his eyes are more complex, and his skin is darker. Although he is still a familiar face, he has a completely different temperament.

This is no longer the boy who was timidly about to jump off a building in District K, nor the boy who was forced onto the window sill by a group of children, nor the boy with a happy face holding the key to the stable area, nor the boy who would give him A teenager who makes tremella lotus seeds or ribs or desserts.

Fang Shuo changed from a boy to a real man.

He held Yan Xichen's hand hanging by his leg, and looked up at him: "I thought it would be easier for you to think of me as a teenager, but unfortunately, you really forgot me completely."

Yan Xichen moved his lips.

Fang Shuo sighed: "I'm really not reconciled."

His eyes were so sad, so sad.

Once upon a time, Yan Xichen had seen such eyes countless times in his dreams.

A large amount of information and pictures poured into Yan Xichen's mind, swallowing his entire mind with a force of destruction.

Fang Shuo was still sitting on the seat in the theater, watching Yan Xichen in pity as he bent down and finally half-kneeled on the ground slowly.

His back seemed to be bent by something.

Yan Xichen raised his eyes, his eyes were confused, and his voice was hoarse: "Fang... Shuo?"

In memory, a floodgate was opened.

In a certain scene in my thousands of memories, the freckled boy in the sun stretched out his hand to the cake boy.

Yan Xichen finally saw clearly the appearance of the freckled boy, and his face gradually merged with the face of the person in front of him.

He smiled softly, his eyelashes like a smooth feather.

That was the first time they met.

"Yan Xichen? We will be friends from now on." In the memory, the little boy smiled sincerely, "My name is Fang Shuo."