[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

But what happened in reality is not so romantic. Outside the collapsed wall is still a billowing smoke of war that has just experienced war. Although Yimulian can't hear it, Huang can clearly hear the sound effect of the automatic defense robot restarting.

Everyone can tell that the person lying on the hospital bed is lifeless, not to mention the slight swelling caused by the infusion tubes inserted into his body, his eyes are closed tightly, and there is a layer of sickly gray ash underneath, which is shockingly white. The contrast of his face was sharp, and the dose of anesthesia was really effective, it could make such a half-awake person in pain unconscious.

The treatment given by the military is very good, with comfortable and quiet wards, a complete range of nutrient solutions, and high-quality medicines, but there is one most important thing missing.

——The sentinel's reassurance.

No one has touched the well, and no one knows whether the well, like "Chaos", can be freed under the appeasement of the bound sentinel --- most of them don't have this opportunity, you must know that the spiritual power of the guide will greatly affect the sentinel His emotions are stable, and no one is willing to stand up and face the guide when he is overwhelmed by emotions, which almost means suicide.

The gunfire continued, and there was no place to sit and talk.

Huang quickly walked into the ward, patted Yilian's pale cheeks: "Hey, can you hear me?"

Yimulian stood a few steps away from him, thinking he could hear it, of course he could hear it, but what he heard was the soul out of his body, and he couldn't respond at all.If Yimulian was awake at this time, he might be able to perform a live performance of sitting up in a dying illness, but he had no choice but to watch the robot go out with the rocket launcher in vain and fight another three hundred with the robot that detected the invasion of outsiders round.

He wanted to chase it out, but a person fell from the sky and blocked it between the cracks in the wall.

"Mr. Lian, it's been a long time." The woman still looked like she was chasing after her all over the Marshal's Mansion. She carelessly combed her long hair like a waterfall, and her flat tone seemed to have been waiting for a rabbit for a long time.

Yimulian's first reaction was not why this woman could still appear here despite being caught, but why could she see herself?He wanted to resist reflexively, but there was still no mental tentacles in the cloud of consciousness to support him and provide the power to resist.

The woman was not hostile: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to fight today. I want to talk to you."

"No need." It's stupid to chat with the enemy without any purpose.

"Generally, you can call me Hongye, you can take it as my name, or as my code name, I don't mind." The woman was not obedient, and introduced herself: "We are also destined, I have met so many times without fighting to the death...Mr. Lian, you are indeed the most powerful guide I have ever seen."

These words sound ironic. Yimulian was praised by her just after she and the owner of the black cat made a fool of her.But Hongye didn't seem to be joking, she turned a deaf ear to the chaos outside the wall: "I think we are very similar, you love him, he doesn't love you, I love someone, and that person doesn't love me either. But you are happy, at least He is willing to combine with you, and you will live and die together. And what about me? After all, I have to wait for him on Huangquan Road first."

Yimulian felt very uncomfortable and interrupted her thoughts: "What are you doing here?"

"I said, chat with you. Since you don't want me to chat, then I'll chat with a purpose - are you doubting Marshal Huang's relationship with the Federation?"

Hongye saw his astonishment with satisfaction, and didn't bother to tease people's appetites, and said directly: "If I said...he was the first batch of undercover agents sent by the Federation more than ten years ago, would you believe it?"

Yimulian didn't seem to hear clearly: "What?"

Although he had already speculated about the relationship between Huang and the Federation, he never thought about this possibility.Impossible, he has no reason to listen to the one-sided words of a federal person.After all, Yimulian is also from the outpost department. He has never seen such a big storm, so of course he understands this truth.

Hongye didn't explain much: "Mr. Lian is very smart and understands what I mean."

Yimulian hesitated.He is a very rational person, and he has always separated public affairs and private affairs, but he has not yet reached the point where he can fully trust his intuition and judgment.

But he didn't believe it.First of all, Marshal Huang has never been tainted in official affairs. Secondly, when making decisions, Huang will never leave a signal for the Federation or make an allowance for it. He even adopts more ruthless methods than others. Such a person, Could it be undercover?

"Enough, don't confuse the public," he said.

"Otherwise, do you think that why Marshal Huang doesn't want to marry you, is it just because he has a crush on a sentinel? Mr. Lian, you should have thought of this possibility long ago. Why didn't he want to give himself an excuse? Why didn't he want to Combined with the guide of the empire, because he really belongs to the federal military, how can he bind his life to the empire?"

Hongye smiled softly with a crimson face, Yimulian felt as if something exploded next to her ear.

By the way, his brain was blown to pieces.

Yimulian wanted to touch the gun, but after touching the waistband of his trousers for a long time, he remembered that he was still in a spirit state at this time, and the modified 92 was still in Huang's hand.He didn't want to know whether he could fight with someone in this state, so he had to take a step back: "You are not her, who are you?"

How could Hongye know that he and Huang are not combined?How could he know Huang's secret?

Hongye smiled: "That's why I hate you sharp guides."

In an instant, she changed her face, which was very familiar at a glance, and it was "he" to be precise.He no longer pretended to be Hongye and talked, but walked to the window, Shi Shiran lit a cigarette, with the same indifference in his eyes as Hongye: "Aren't you tired?" sigh.

The words came out of nowhere, but Yimulian understood what he was asking.

49 days of vigil, aren't you tired?Aren't you tired after working so hard to maintain a marriage for a year?Aren't you tired of hiding these falsehoods?

Tired, of course tired.

The mourning hall is underground, and it is perennially damp and creepy.Yimulian still hasn't forgotten the cold wind blowing in in the winter, and he almost blew out the oil lamp hanging on the cairn several times. He still remembers staying up in the middle of the night and wearing a coat, nervously protecting the flickering lamp, Feudal superstition is a complete mess.

In that mourning hall, he wondered more than once whether he had a mental problem, but fortunately, he was a guide, and once his emotions became extreme, he could use spiritual hints to save himself.If it doesn't work, there is also the Peach Blossom Demon, she comes here every three to five times, and casually chats with him about the latest new things outside, so that he has the real feeling that he is still living in this world.

But being able to hypnotize himself doesn't mean he won't be tired. Those days were undoubtedly the most gloomy and depressing time in his life so far.

That was the first time his strength was crushed by fate, although he finally buried his head and gritted his teeth to bear it.

The man was smoking a cigarette, and his always forbearing expression gradually solidified in the lingering smoke. He seemed to have been disguising himself in front of others like this, neither crying nor laughing, but just standing there could feel the engraving on his back. The deep sadness of the book is thick and real.

It's only been a few days, and I have forgotten that period of time.

The one standing in front of him was himself.

Yimulian doesn't want to deny the dark side in his heart, it's a small piece, but everyone has it.

Yimulian asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

"You should be very clear about your own affairs. This is your 'well', what you are trapped here, can't you guess it by touching your conscience?"

He who was smoking a cigarette did not show a good face, as if he dismissed himself who forced himself to stand up like this.He paused for a while, then slowly said: "I know you won't stay here for too long, but I will keep you for your own good. It's carefree here, and you'll like it. Yes, again A cliche dialogue, but the fact that it can confuse so many people means it's worth it."

"You're quite social." Yimulian commented.

"... Has anyone ever cared about your feelings? Married you out on your own initiative, decided to bind your lifelong marriage, married for a year and still haven't married, how can you be satisfied with your current life. You are frightened, obviously in At home, you need to be careful everywhere, be tired, be tired. Treating each other like a guest is not the result you hope for, but that is the only best result you can achieve. You don’t say it, but I know it, because I am you.”

The man exhaled a big cloud of smoke, which curled upwards. It was the most refreshing smell of nicotine.

Cigarettes have always been a pastime to relieve stress, Yimulian forcibly quit it, but the idea will always come back for a moment, wanting to smoke one to have a good time.

Like now.

The wars and strife outside were getting far away from him, and he didn't know why he started to waver after hearing this short speech.That's not right, he should break away from "myself" and rush out now, as long as he thinks, this well should not be able to stop him...

If it doesn't work, just try it, he won't allow himself to fall here.

Really?But he is tired.really tired.

The gun battle outside the wall finally came to an end. Huang ran out of bullets and was used to squandering, but now one day he can save bullets like this, and the country is crying.Huang threw the empty RPG-7 at the door, and said hastily, "General, wake up, it's time to go."

The man laughed hoarsely: "Look, he is still calling you general at this time."

He glanced at the past.

"Don't deceive yourself, 0107 is just a password, it may not be what you think. Why bother to be so pretentious, in the end it turns out to be wishful thinking, isn't it more hurtful?" The man continued to laugh, but that was him, all of which were suppressed at the bottom of his heart. The deepest words that no one can find.

The dark side in his heart actually wanted to stay.

There is no worries in the well, no birth, old age, sickness and death, and you can look at the people around you from a bystander's perspective, just like God, no wonder so many people choose to stay.

Yimulian wanted to say no in a cold voice, and wanted to take advantage of the problem to smash something to strengthen his courage, but he couldn't touch anything.

The man's smile was dazzling, and he had clearly never smiled like this before.

No... that's not him, he wouldn't think so.

While he was still doing thought work on himself, Huang beside him suddenly had an idea again.Marshal Huang was as immature as a child. He dug out the encyclopedia and searched for information on the "well" - that was the place where the mind-wandering sentinel and the emotionally overwhelmed guide disappeared.

"Oh." Huang seemed to understand.

Yimulian has no mental tentacles anymore, but he can understand what Huang is thinking—hey, it’s just a fugue. Compared with the harsh conditions of the guide, the sentinel can even choose to enter the well.As long as you concentrate your attention to a certain level, immerse yourself in the mental picture and fall into a fugue, you can enter the well, it's that simple.

madman!

The marshal didn't realize that he was being stared at and scolded, and his expression was as sincere as if he was confessing his true feelings: "If you don't come out again, I will go find you."

The smoke in the hand of the person standing by the window was instantly shortened.

Yimulian smiled from the bottom of his heart, Huang is not such a complicated person at all, it is better not to misinterpret his straight-ball thinking with insidious and cunning thoughts.

He felt that there was nothing to think about, so he turned around and said to himself by the window: "I'm leaving, someone is waiting for me."

The man extinguished the cigarette in his hand, but at the last moment he didn't even say a word of convincing.

tbc

Preview:

He bit his lip, his voice trembling, as if he had heard a big joke: "Where is my...spiritual connection?"