nightmare exec

As the saying goes, "the cunning rabbit has three caves".Although Alexander did not have three safe houses, he concealed the entrances and exits of the safe houses and refused to teleport them directly.

In this way, even if someone knew his password to open the door, or even kidnapped him, as long as he couldn't find the correct entrance, he still couldn't set foot in his small world.

Song Yin originally thought that doing so was superfluous, until he followed Alexander and witnessed the scene behind that door with his own eyes.

The temporary entrance to the safehouse today is set in a tall full-length mirror inside an unused tent in the amusement park.Alexander held Song Yin with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the mirror to slowly advance.Not long after, the two of them entered the "mirror world" just like Mithril.

No, not "in the mirror" - Song Yin quickly corrected the inaccurate wording, this is Alexander's "world".

"This...is it really a safe house?!"

No wonder Song Yin would ask such a "simple" question.Because the space behind the mirror is really puzzling.

In fact, within a few steps of stepping out of the mirror, he almost fell in the mud—partly because the ground had become unnaturally rough, and partly due to the sudden loss of vision .

It was twelve o'clock in the noon of purgatory time, and the amusement park was full of daylight, and there were almost no shadows of people or buildings.However, at this moment, Song Yin saw only complete darkness.

The ground was slippery and full of potholes.He tried to walk a few more steps, but suddenly he staggered and knelt down on the hard and squishy ground.Immediately afterwards, a gust of strong wind roared and came head-on, bringing with it a huge, noisy and frightening uproar.

"Alexander? Where are you!!"

Even if the heart is as big as Song Yin's, he can't help being vigilant.While calling out to the owner of the safe house, he groped in the dark, trying to turn his head back to the direction of the portal.

"Don't worry, I'm here." With a soothing voice, a person reached out and supported him.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yin heard a clear snap of fingers.

Without any warning, an unacceptably strong and terrifying light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes.

The strong jump from darkness to light made Song Yin close his eyes uncomfortably.But at the same time, he could still feel the strong white light shining on his body, making him slightly hot like sunbathing.

After about four or five seconds, he felt the heat on his body begin to move and disappear, so he slowly raised his head, and then he saw the spectacular scene that left him speechless——

What shone on him was a huge beam of white light projected from a high tower a hundred meters away, which solidified in the mist into a bright giant sword, which was slowly slashing from him to the ground beside him.

With that beam of light, Song Yin finally saw clearly that he was standing on a vast but rugged rocky plain.

The rocks underfoot were covered with damp moss and puddles of water to the east and west.The remains of oysters and barnacles were what had nearly tripped him just now.

Whether it's the wet fog in the air, the loud noise in the ear, or the strong wind, they all originate from the right side of Song Yin's body——

Just below the steep slope less than three meters away from him was a deep black mysterious sea far away.

"Welcome to my laboratory, which I call Ushuaia, which is the end of the world!"

It was Alexander himself who helped Song Yin up just now.In order to overwhelm the whirring wind, he seldom made a loud introduction to Song Yin.

"Is this a safe house?" Song Yin was still obsessed with the question just now, "In your safe house, can the ocean be accommodated?!"

"If you have it long enough like me, you can!"

The surroundings are dim, but Alexander's eyes are shining in the dimness: "I have spent a lot of time and effort to build this laboratory. This sea area is just a part of my plan! If I can also own and As endless as Aksha, I could even build a world in my laboratory!"

"...This is crazy!" Song Yin said out loudly his thoughts frankly: "But I like it!"

"There is something crazier than this, come with me!"

Alexander took Song Yin's hand and guided him to walk carefully over the damp and wet seaside reefs to the relatively flat grassland.Then, it took them a little more time to circle under the glowing tower.

"How tall is it?!" Song Yin felt that his head was about to turn upside down, but he still couldn't see the top of the tower.

"It's high enough to see every corner of this laboratory." As he spoke, Alexander pushed open a small door in the corner and led Song Yin in quickly.

It was only a door away, but the strong wind and the roar of the waves were completely isolated from the outside.On the contrary, the interior of the tower is extremely quiet.

Alexander snapped his fingers again, and the wall lamps on the wall lit up one by one.The space at the bottom of the circular tower, which is only thirty or forty square meters in size, is shown.

There is only a bed, a bedside table, and a spiral staircase leading to the top of the tower in the center of the space.In addition, on the circular high wall of the tower, bookcases are lined up round after round from bottom to top.Every circle is filled with books, so densely packed that it is breathless to read.

"There are several thousand... no, I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of books here?"

Song Yin suspects that he has never seen so many books in his life, and people who can read so many books are like monsters in his mind.

He turned to look at Alexander: "This is your home? How come there are so many books?"

"Because I have time to study." Alexander still smiled and explained, "I've been in purgatory for almost 30 years, so I can't hang out in the amusement park all day long."

Listening to him mention 30 years, it actually brought up the past in Song Yin's heart.

"I don't understand why you have to stay in purgatory." He took the initiative to probe, "Is it because life in the real world is not satisfactory?"

"Well. Let's find a place to talk."

Alexander signaled Song Yin to follow him up the spiral staircase to a cast iron platform about ten meters above the ground.Here is a reading area that looks comfortable.A low white sofa set sits on a beautiful Persian-inspired rug.As long as you walk to the edge of the platform, you can reach out and get all kinds of books on the bookshelf.

What's even more amazing is that there is a large curved observation window on the wall on one side of the platform.The silver window frame turns the endless black ocean into a kaleidoscopic and mysterious oil painting.

The two of them sat down next to each other on the white sofa by the window.There was a coffee machine beside the sofa. Alexander poured two cups of clear coffee, and handed one of them with sugar and milk to Song Yin.

"You're right. I'm deliberately avoiding the real world. Because there's something I don't want to face—my native family."

The aroma of coffee slowly diffuses on the platform, like an invisible ballet dancer, or an inaudible jazz piece.

According to Alexander, this is the first time he has talked about his family and parents in front of others.After all, those were not pleasant past events for him.

"My father and my mother used to be a teacher-student relationship. My father was a young teacher who was caught in a large number of colleges, and he would secretly write love letters to female students. My mother is beautiful and has good academic performance, but it's nothing Love experience is the kind of "silly white sweet" that people often say. How they got together, I don't know. But counting the time, my mother was pregnant the year she graduated from university. In fact, my dad didn't I don’t want to be responsible, and my mother also thought about falling for me, but my mother’s family went to school to make trouble, forcing my father and my mother to get a marriage certificate.”

What an unhappy beginning——Song Yin thought to himself, but it can't be regarded as tragic.There are too many such messy feelings in the world, and they are nothing more than a pebble in a shoe.

He continued to listen to Alexander go on.

"In the year after we got married, my mother gave birth to me. And my father, in fact, had already cheated on my mother when she was pregnant, with another female college student. Isn't it scumbag? My mother is going to divorce, but at this time On the contrary, my mother’s natal family persuaded her to maintain the family for my son’s sake—to push her daughter into the fire pit and not allow her to jump out. What kind of family is this? Are you kidding me?”

"It's really helpless, but this kind of thing happens a lot. Getting married is like selling yourself as a slave." Song Yin was a little fascinated: "Then what happened next?"

"Later, my mother suddenly became enlightened, and felt that instead of pinning her hopes on others, she should work harder. She was originally a student, but she was admitted to a graduate student in the second year after giving birth to me, and she followed a good supervisor. I started learning all the way. And it was quite successful. Within a few years, my dad’s academic achievements overwhelmed my dad. Hehe, my dad has a pink eye disease, and he can’t handle her professionally. I blame her for neglecting her family and seeing her every day. It's just flying around. My mother just moved to the laboratory, where is my father? Continue looking for little girls."

When mentioning this past event, Alexander just downplayed it, but when he heard Song Yin's ears, he felt sympathy and compassion: "It must have been difficult for you at that time..."

"Me? It's okay. When I was young, I lived with my grandparents, and they spoiled me so much. They dare not say anything if I say one thing. I am the little emperor of the family, the third spoiled generation."

When he was talking about this, Alexander let out a series of giggles instead: "But, being king is only limited to the family. When I hang out with other children outside, my life is more difficult."

In his subsequent memories, he mentioned a group of children who lived in the family compound of the campus as he did.Like him, most of their parents are school teachers.But in Alexander's view, it is more appropriate to call them "teacher's children" than to call them a bit of evil condensation in the hearts of their pious parents.

Chasing and running around these childish things, as "Kochi children", they don't bother to do them. What they are most happy and good at is eavesdropping on private conversations between adults, and then embellishing them into one by one. Hard stones, throwing each other to attack.

And at times like this, Alexander would always be the focus of the siege—in fact, Alexander had heard more than half of the misdeeds about his biological father in those years from these evil little mouths.

"It was very early back then, and there was no such thing as bullying. But looking back, I know that was real bullying. They were oppressing me, trying to control me. The snacks, pocket money my grandparents gave me. , the toys and comics bought for me, everything will fall into their hands."

"How can a child be so bad?!"

Song Yinguang felt suffocated at the sound, and then thought of those middle school classmates who liked to pinch his cheeks back then.If it weren't for Qi Zhengnan's three punches and two kicks to break the siege for him, he would be regarded as a person who has been bullied.

He asked: "...then what do you do?"

"Cold mix."

Alexander took a sip of the hot coffee in his cup, and showed a smile that might be called "nostalgia", "I secretly recorded all the words that those children scolded my parents, and then found a noon to sneak to the school to broadcast Station, the whole school broadcasted it again."

The author has something to say: Ushuaia has always been a small city in Argentina, South America, and it is also the southernmost city on earth (but it was not a few days after I finished writing this chapter. It is said that it was changed to Puerto Rico William Si... there is no way, the text is all written...)

The lighthouse of Ushuaia has a very special connection to Chinese people, that is Leslie Cheung's movie "Happy Together".In the play, this is the lighthouse that Leslie Cheung wants to see very much, and it is also the lighthouse that collects the sadness and tears of the lovelorn.

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Would love to live in a lighthouse like this...