[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

He couldn't help but think of the pictures in the science fiction novels on his father's bookshelf when he was a child, many of which were for minors to read.The protagonist stands at an objective observation point, watching one era fall, and another era rises. Become a Wang Qingquan.

A small river comes from the universe, and it pulls the water into this barren land with the stars and the moon.This picture is so beautiful, the hot yellow sand is so hot that the sea water is emitting green smoke, and the water vapor emits a dense mist, which is breathtaking.The horizon that was originally covered by yellow sand disappeared after the fog, and the end could not be seen at a glance, only the subtle flicking of large ripples on the flowing water due to the vibration of the ground.

He recognized it here, it was clearly his mental image, but where did the sea come from?

Soon he had the answer in his mind.All the senses in his body, sight, hearing, touch, taste and smell, are not from himself - he stands taller, sees farther, everything that was once blurred to him is like It has been artificially added a layer of sharpening, and even the sound of the wind is within reach.

Yimulian once "borrowed" Huang's vision in this way, and he had already cheated when he killed the gunman who attacked with a machine gun.

There is someone else's mental picture coming in.

They exchanged senses.

Seeing yourself through someone else's eyes is an amazing experience.

He could see Yimulian standing not far away, staring straight at the galaxy.He also wanted to see the stream falling from the sky, but no matter how much he turned his head, he couldn't see the star river. In his vision, there was only an intertwined cloud and mist, a pool of lake water, and a Yimulian.

"Admiral."

He heard the voice, which was quite magnetic, and made him shudder.It was Huang calling him, but the voice was very near, as if it came from his voice.

The vocal cords vibrated slightly, the Adam's apple rolled, everything was so clear and real, as if the person who made the sound was himself.The voice lingered behind his ears and struck overwhelmingly, trampling all the complaints he had just a few minutes ago under his feet.Yimulian felt as if a cold wind was blowing in his heart, and forced himself to put down the shocking scene in front of him—three hours, this is definitely not a joke!

Does Huang understand what he is facing?

A charge of treason!It is irrefutable notoriety!It is a prison that will never see the light of day!

The entire empire will cast aside this ungrateful and traitorous Marshal, who obviously occupies a high position and holds the most important military power in the entire empire, but at this juncture, he betrays the empire that raised him!

Yes……

Yimulian suddenly ran out of words, and couldn't think of anything else to comment on.That meant the sky was falling for him.Even if the empire would save the sentinel's life for his sake, he couldn't allow this to happen.He had already prepared a lot of arguments in his stomach, and he couldn't agree with Huang giving up the time to talk to the defense lawyer at the end to do this kind of... something that can be postponed until the future.

If he had known that Miss Jiaotu was not a witness, he might as well have cut off the way out from the start.

He heard Yimulian standing in the distance muttering to the sea: "Huang, listen to me. You are not a traitor, and you cannot be sentenced. You can turn around this kind of thing..."

His voice was trembling, and he wanted to say: It's still too late, go back and explain clearly to the lawyer. Although we don't know what "evidence" the military department has investigated, but we are prepared to refute it in advance, and the balance is not necessarily sure. The military is down there!

But this statement is really untenable.

——Sensible people know that in criminal proceedings directly initiated by the military, the probability of the defendant winning the case has been artificially reduced to the lowest.

The military is bearing the face of the empire, and no one wants the country to be embarrassed.

If Yimulian had the time to investigate the court's dusty files, he would find that the defendant's winning rate was only 7%.What is more frightening is not the 7%, but the 0% appeal rate.

—they all pleaded guilty in the end, and none appealed.

what does this mean?

Huang laughed twice: "General Lian, you are an optimist."

Yeah?seems like it.Yimulian always thinks about things from an optimistic point of view, and feeling depressed is probably the first and last time for him to deal with the world with a collapsed mentality.But this has nothing to do with optimism.

Yimulian didn't know that Huang took several risks for the empire. Although he signed the "2098 Treaty", the harassment of the empire by the Federation has never stopped over the years. What's more, there were a series of smuggling cases and kidnapping cases later - and those lives recovered from the front line were definitely not for their own people to fight for power and use!

Isn't there still 7%?

He couldn't help being agitated. Huang was different from him. He was a sentinel who shed blood and sweat for the empire. A spy war had to face assassination, and an outpost war had to guard against assassination. Never mind that the chief would not personally go to the front line. At that time, who cares whether you are an officer or not.

The strength of the sentinel pheromone is the strength of the target.Similarly, pick up a gun and stand in the crowd. When the enemy is suppressed by the pheromone, they will also be highly nervous, and they will not be able to help but bombard this live target with a single shot!

Why, why can they forget the blood shed and believe the one-sided words of the humble villain? !

There was a moment of embarrassment in Yimulian's eyes: "I'm not, go back."

"Here we come." Huang ignored him.

What is coming?

The words were endless, but he instinctively did not doubt the authenticity of the words.Through Huang's eyes, he really saw something roaring and rolling after the mist—this was not the first time he had seen it, and he had seen it once before in a dream.

sandstorm.

It is normal for a sandstorm to appear in the desert. The sand that has not been covered by the sea is swept in the wind, blowing away the mist in the morning light, and blowing towards the face bit by bit!

This is never a good sign!The last time he encountered a sandstorm was the second day after Huang's "death". He was lying on the new bed that the marshal hadn't had time to sleep in since he was replaced by the marshal. Forced himself to wake up, sweating profusely like the combination fever experienced in military school.

Yimulian didn't know what it was exactly, it was probably chaos, and it was clamoring to overwhelm him, like the second death of a well.

But this time he no longer has the ability to escape by hint.

His mind went blank, the sandstorm moved extremely fast, and it seemed that he could be swept away in the next second——

The self in front of him was almost blown away by the strong wind, he staggered a few times and still stood there, turned around and said, "Yimu Lian, you can't avoid this, you have to face it."

Is this also Abe Seimei's idea?

Yimulian felt his body move involuntarily. It was Huang's consciousness. Huang's consciousness pulled Yimulian who was standing still in a daze in the distance, and pulled him to run in the direction of the sandstorm. He could see himself He stumbled and ran while being led, and Huang was still urging him: "Even the general, you can't even solve the disaster in your own spiritual realm, can you?"

Yimulian thought: Is this strange?

"That's not chaos, it's a collection of your emotions, you have to face it." He ran too slowly, Huang pushed him again.

Seeing his short figure running fast, he sighed for a while, it turned out that from Huang's perspective, he was so small, as thin as a chopstick: "What do you mean?"

"That's the thing you're most afraid of facing."

Those emotions that Yimulian didn't dare to face directly were stagnated together, and they were not directly erased in the self-guidance of the consciousness cloud, because Yimulian's subconscious wanted them to exist.This is very contradictory, and I am most afraid of facing it, but I cannot deny their existence.

What are you most afraid of facing?Yimulian didn't think there was anything that would make him afraid, so if he insisted on saying...

He yelled to Huang, the wind was so noisy that he couldn't hear the sound without shouting: "I don't want you to have an accident!"

The storm is still blowing and shows no sign of letting up.

He fell into thinking again, is there anything he dare not face?Does such a thing really exist?

Yes, there is.

It is not easy to face his own weakness, but he has already made up his mind: "Why didn't you tell me when you didn't die?"

Huang was stunned for a while, wanting to answer, but the arrogant sandstorm still didn't stop.

There was no room for explanation at all, and fortunately Huang could still laugh at this moment: "Admiral, aren't you very versatile!"

"I can't do everything!"

Huang thought it was quite novel, seeing himself with such a frowning face from the perspective of Yimulian, such a big tall man with such a childish expression: "Who said, you are omnipotent." After finishing speaking, I felt that it was so romantic. Swallowed back the sentence "Marshal's secretaries are all omnipotent" - a certain predecessor is particularly unreliable!

This was supposed to be a joke, but Yimulian's wry smile stopped abruptly.

He stopped suddenly, and didn't bother to run away, his expression was so fierce that he seemed to be going to die on the battlefield.

"Marshal Huang, I have always been to you..."

Yimu didn't even finish talking.He saw Huang turning his head back, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, it was fleeting, and he had no time to confirm it, Huang stopped his consciousness in his body, walked back quickly, and pulled it with all his strength. Grab his tie and drag him down—the sandstorm is less than a few tens of meters behind them.

Sure enough, there are not many normal people in the military!I don’t know if it’s because some country has watched too many blockbuster movies, jumping from high-rise buildings and blowing up bridges is easy to come by, what’s the matter with the sandstorm rushing towards you?

They are kissing.Don't talk about a bullshit military court, even if the sky is falling outside, it's not worth mentioning.

— This is what he fears most.

He used to be so humble, worried that his little thoughts would be discovered by Huang, and shrunk into a hedgehog alive, not even daring to quarrel with the other party.He was afraid of being deprived of knowing that he liked him, and he had liked him since before they met at the engagement ceremony, and even waited for him in the sanctuary for three years.

Yimulian doesn't want to be alienated because of this, respecting each other as a guest has always been the most suitable distance for them, any change may break this painstakingly maintained balance.

He kept it a secret until now.

The sandstorm stopped, and the yellow sand scattered in the air and landed on his head, choking him to cough.He got out of the embrace in a panic, and found that his senses had returned to his body.He turned his head to look at the lake that was messed up by the sandstorm.Sure enough, this method of forcibly irrigating the desert was wrong. After such a mess, only the traces of potholes and an oasis were left.A newborn oasis.

Huang poked him with his elbow, only then did he realize that there was a creature covered in golden scales shuttling in the cloud.Yimulian opened his eyes wide in surprise, he hadn't seen the golden dragon for a long time, every day seemed like three autumns, the golden dragon's figure was slender and tall, but he didn't seem to miss his master at all, he circled in the air, but didn't intend to come down .

Why is this dragon so familiar?

It should be familiar, this is a dragon with one eye, he has seen many opportunities, but it seems to be different.

I am not afraid of being angry at a glance when I say it, Jinlong is indeed much better looking from a distance than up close.It is not as imposing as it looks up close. It has been sunburned several degrees and coated with a metallic luster.He stood far away, couldn't see the whole thing, looked at it from a distance, and suddenly felt that he had definitely seen this golden dragon somewhere else.

seen?where?

There are only a few dragon-shaped spiritual bodies he has seen, and he can count them on one hand. If it is not Yimulian, it can only be...

The golden dragon raised its head, and its tail twitched in the air—a golden thing fell off, with a large piece of dragon scales on it.The old skin of the dragon's body has just fallen off, and the new skin has not yet grown. At this time, the dragon's body is pink and tender, a tender pink that is rosy in white.

Before Yimulian could see clearly, his eyes went black, as if the TV had been unplugged suddenly.The Huang behind him disappeared, and he was worried for a moment, thinking that he had come to the illusion again, thinking that three hours might not be enough.Just as the phrase "Where is this" came to his lips, the power outage suddenly resumed, and the solemn court in front of him stopped him quickly.

Fortunately, the response was timely!

"Defendant, Huang, as the marshal of the current empire, what else do you want to say in the face of the military's well-founded accusation?"

Huang remained silent and did not answer.

Holding the gavel, the judge read calmly and solemnly: "You are charged with treason, collaborating with the enemy, and leaking information. Do you plead guilty?"

Yimulian could clearly feel the Sentinel's strong dissatisfaction.

If it were any sentinel, he should have a manic attack at this time, jumping up and down on the court, but Huang didn't.

He put the handcuffs on the wooden fence and said calmly, "I plead not guilty."

The white dragon circled around him and let out a deafening roar, in which anger accounted for the majority, while the rest was sadness.

The familiar trust came from the spiritual connection, and a sentence came to mind for no reason at a glance - if you want to kill a beast, you can only kill it when you have absolute certainty, and you must not let it live. Otherwise you will die uglier than it is.

tbc