Chapter 52: 52

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Where are you from?
Uncle Mad did not answer this question. +++ Ranking of the latest Danmei novels: www.sto123.cc
No one has asked him this question for a long time, starting when he began to deliberately stay away from the crowd.
But when did he deliberately stay away from the crowd, he could not remember.
He didn't lie to Ning Gu. He couldn't remember how old he was, what he had experienced, how he started and how he ended it.
So he couldn't remember where he came from.
Capacity is limited, space is limited, time is limited, and memory is limited. They overlap, interlace, squeeze, and finally disappear. What I remembered before, disappeared, what I remember now, and will disappear later.
The aboriginal gray ball wrapped in the old ghost keeps rolling on the ground, and the outer aborigines will soon be cut by the ground. Once the unbearable, the aborigines will be removed from the big ball (off tuo) fall, there will be new aborigines rushing out of the black mist and filling it up.
Ning Gu did not know how the old ghost did it, and reached such a close relationship with these aborigines.
And his name for the "children" of the aborigines also reveals a strange sense of intimacy.
"There is a crack in front, be careful." Uncle Madden confessed to Ning Gu.
Lianchuan can see the electric light soaring in the distance. This crack should be the biggest one coming from Tongwan all the way.
After running closer, this crack can be found to be a canyon compared to the previous crack.
Ning Gu glanced at Lian Chuan. Even with no electricity, this width might not be able to jump over even with such skill as Lian Chuan.
"Huh?" Lianchuan found his gaze.
"Can you jump over?" Ning Gu asked.
"It's almost the same for one person," Lianchuan said. "After the deputy bones are left in the past, Jiuyi is happy and can be directly modified."
Ning Gu laughed, and said after a while: "You're not hyena will be more interesting in the future."
"How did it go?" Lian Chuan glanced at Uncle Madness without answering him.
"The aborigines built a bridge over the area where the electricity was lower," Uncle Mad said. "It can be turned over there. This crack is too long, and neither side knows where the head is."
The adaptability of the aborigines seems to be very strong (qiang). Travellers will immediately turn the light into black and gray, but the aborigines who rescued the old ghosts will pass through the light and only burn the skin. They can also be used on the light. Pieces of black iron piled up a bridge.
The bridge is made of large pieces of black iron, which is continuously inclined from the two sides of the crack to the middle, and finally closes at the top. Although the upper and lower slopes are very steep, it is still strong. Even if he is carrying the uncle, Ning Gu climbed over it is very easy. .
But when climbing to the top of the bridge, Ning Gu had a faint worry.
This crack has been extending, and I can't see where it came from, and where it has been going, like it has divided the ghost city into two.
Now the Aboriginal people found this place where the electro-optical channel was not high, and built a bridge, but if the electro-optical changes, the bridge here will be immediately submerged.
If there is any exit that can escape is on the side of the electric light...
The old ghost and the aborigines placed the travelers in the basement in a huge shallow pit on the side of the crack, neatly filling the bottom of the pit.
When Ning Gu saw the people, he immediately backed up. Uncle Crazy slipped from his back. He rushed into the shallow pit in the next second and rushed to the travelers, looking for nails.
"Nail!" he shouted, "old maniac, you say the nail is here!"
"The innermost," Uncle Madness sat on the ground, "the innermost row."
"Nails!" Ning Gu rushed from the rows of travelers (body Shen) to the innermost row, and then knelt on the ground.
"Can they still wake up?" Lianchuan glanced at Ning Gu's back and squatted down to Uncle Mad.
"No," said Uncle Mad, "they are already experimental materials."
"How can you maintain the state of the material without eating or drinking?" Lian Chuan asked again.
Uncle Mad looked at him: "They are different from the empty shells on the border. They are controlled by consciousness. They stop forever in that second. There is no need to eat or drink in that second."
Lian Chuan didn't speak, turned to look at Ning Gu.
"I guess," Uncle Mad said, "I'm not sure...but..."
"But this kind of control is Qi Hang's ability," Lian Chuan said. "They have debris, it's not impossible."
"Yes." Uncle Mad said.
"Ninggu can save them." Lianchuan stood up and walked over there.
"The fragments are just on him," Uncle Mad said behind him, "he may not be able to use these abilities."
"In the basement," Lianchuan looked back at Uncle Crazy. "Are you trying to say,'Are you still integrated?'"
"People like you," Uncle Mad was a little surprised, but then smiled again, "Why would you be with a silly kid like Ning Gu?"
"You don't have contact with people when you are out of the group, why do you always let him go to you?" Lian Chuan asked.
"I won't talk to you anymore," Uncle Mad lay on the ground. "It's easy to talk to Ning Gu."
"He will ask you in a moment, why do you look like Fan Lu," Lianchuan said, "how do you want to answer."
Uncle Mad covered his ears.
Lianchuan crossed between the travelers and walked behind Ning Gu.
Ning Gu still knelt on the ground, and the whole body shivered.
The nails should be lying in front of him, a young boy looking at Bin Ninggu thinner.
"You said," Ning Gu's voice was also shaking, "Head of the group, when they made the nail like this, do you know he is a nail?"
Lianchuan didn't speak, crouched beside him, and pulled the clothes on the nails.
"The nail is mixed with me every day, we fight together, grab things together, and get sued together," Ning Gu said in a dumb voice, "Is it impossible for the leader to not know him?"
Lianchuan was still silent, took the nail's hand, pushed the sleeve up and looked at it.
"He made my best and best friend. He made my good friend who grew up with me into a material." Ning Gu's tears slipped and were blown by the wind and fell on the back of Lianchuan's hand.
"When the leader found the nail," Lian Chuan opened his mouth, turning his hand around the nail's head, "The nail has been attacked by the aborigines."
"What?" Ning Gu froze.
"Here," Lianchuan pointed to a dark blue (color) trace on the side of the nail's neck, "And this is not the kind of aboriginal people with the old ghost..."
Lian Chuan took the nail's hand again and pushed the sleeve up. There were also two such marks on the nail's wrist: "This is what the old ghost said, the infected indigenous people."
Ning Gu almost lay on the ground, staring at these dark blue (color) traces on the nail body: "You mean..."
"If the head of the group does not let him stay in this state," Lianchuan said, "he is dead."
"Are you lying to me?" Ning Gu turned his head suddenly and looked at him. "Are you afraid that I will find trouble with the leader? Are you afraid that I will cause you any trouble?"
"You put my words in your head," Lianchuan said. "
Ning Gu stared at him.
"I'm not afraid to cause trouble," Lianchuan said. "I can handle any trouble."
Ning Gu still glared at him and said nothing.
"Once again," Lianchuan stood up, turned around and walked over to the pit. "It's OK to go through ten times."
The old ghost's ball rolled to Uncle Crazy's side. The aborigines on the ball were disintegrating, jumping one by one from the ball and hiding into the dark mist around them.
After all the aborigines had left, the old ghost sat on the ground, with black (colored) wounds clearly visible on his body.
"How long will the injuries in these four dormitory rooms recover?" Lao Gui looked at Lianchuan.
"A few days," Lian Chuan said, "does not affect the operation."
"What do you mean?" the old ghost asked.
Lian Chuan didn't make a sound, and lifted her sleeves away, revealing a black (color) wound on her arm.
The old ghost was stunned, and suddenly laughed. The broken laughter blew far away in the wind, and finally sighed: "It is worthy of Sanju."
Ning Gu took a long time to move, took the nail out of the shallow pit, put it by the pit, and put the red-rimmed goggles on his face.
Then came to Lianchuan: "You come."
Lianchuan looked at him, but he did not look at Lianchuan and turned to the side.
Lianchuan followed.
"I couldn't say it in front of them," Ning Gu turned to look at him, and whispered, "Sorry."
"It's fine." Lianchuan said.
"I'm too anxious to say those words," Ning Gu frowned. "You have helped me so much, and I said those...too much."
"It's fine." Lianchuan said.
"Can you say something else?" Ning Gu frowned, "You embarrass me like this..."
"Well," Lianchuan was silent for a few seconds. "Did you think about these few words for so long before you understand?"
Ning Gu opened his mouth.
Lian Chuan looked at him.
"Needless to say anything else," Ning Gu turned to the beginning. "I'm afraid that my rush to attack my direct ability will break you."
Lian Chuan smiled.
Ning Gu turned back suddenly, staring at him.
This smile was quite restrained, only to provoke the corner of the right mouth.
But even Chuan's feelings changed because of this unobvious smile.
Even Lianchuan, who gives a sense of distance when joking with others, suddenly puts a sharp edge in this smile.
Although his smile closed in the next second, he returned to his usual indifference.
"Uncle Crazy, do you have anything to eat?" Ning Gu walked to Uncle Crazy.
"Yes," Uncle Mad looked at him and Lianchuan again. "Do you both want to eat?"
"Do not eat." Lianchuan said.
"He eats." Ning Gu spoke with him at the same time.
Uncle Madden sighed, slowly got up, walked to the edge of the shallow pit, moved a few small pieces of black iron, and a hole was exposed under it. He took a backpack from the hole.
"How do you hide things with the king of earth?" Ning Gu followed.
"You are sitting there." Uncle Mad quickly hugged the bag.
"Did I grab your stuff!" Ning Gu said.
"In the past." Uncle Mad said.
"Jing Xing Xing," Ning Gu turned back to Lianchuan and sat down, "If you don't look at your stuff, there are many good things. There is nothing in the ghost town, there is nothing in the main city, and you can't find the lost valley. "
Uncle Mad ignored him, took out two small bags from the bag, put the bag back into the pit, and pressed it with black iron.
"What tea..." Ning Gu said, "Tea, tea."
Uncle Mad looked at him and handed two small bags to Lianchuan: "Both for you!"
Lianchuan took the bag: "I will give him."
"I know!" Uncle Mad said, "I just don't want to give him."
Ning Gu laughed: "Like a child."
"Old and young," Uncle Madness sat down. "Old is like a child."
Ning Gu took a bag of food from Lianchuan's hand and stuffed it all in his mouth.
"What did he eat with the aborigines?" He glanced at the old ghost.
"Indigenous people can make things out of black iron, and they can eat," said Uncle Mad. "Old ghosts can also eat when they are fused."
"What can be made?" Ning Gu thought about it. When the shelter built something that needed a solid structure, it would treat the black iron with high temperature, and there would be a bunch of things like muddy, "Can that be eaten?"
"They can eat." Uncle Mad said.
"What the are they?" Ning Gu could not imagine.
The old ghost turned his head.
Ning Gu looked at him.
"It's a man." said the old ghost.
When Ning Gu heard the old ghost say these two words in a sound that seemed to be deeply scratched, he only felt a sweat on his back.
"People who survived in the previous generation," said the old ghost.
"In doubt." Uncle Mad added.
"The previous generation... is this?" Ning Gu turned to look at Lianchuan in shock.
"It became like this in order to survive," the old ghost said, "the survival of the fittest."
Ning Gu finally understood where the heads of their differences were.
Lao Gui and Lin Fan believe that collapse is not a dead end. After the destruction, some people will still be able to adapt and survive, like these aborigines, and the regimental leader and Li Xiang believe that there is an export and there can be another new world.
It may also be unwilling to live like an aborigine.
"Is that true?" Ning Gu asked Uncle Mad.
"Why do you keep staring at me and ask?" Uncle Mad said, "Why should I know."
"You are a prophet," Ning Gu looked at him. "You look exactly like Fan Lu. You have something that is only in the legend. You ran ahead of time. You didn't choose to find the mouth with the head Li Xiang. , You chose to be with the suspicious Aborigines."
"I chose to save those materials." Uncle Mad said.
"Then there are the previous problems." Ning Gu said.
Uncle Mad did not speak, and looked at him.
I have to say that Ning Gu has never seen Crazy Uncle so clearly, without a beard, and Crazy Uncle does not even look like an old lunatic.
"I can't remember it," said Uncle Crazy. "I sometimes have dreams. I feel like a huge screw when the lamp is running (tuo). It fell here for a while, and rolled there there for a while. It seems that I saw a lot. , But don’t know anything."
"What is the horse lantern?" Ning Gu asked.
"You really are..." Uncle Mad laughed. "Every time I focus on the key is so strange."
"What is the horse lantern?" Lianchuan asked again.
"Isn't there this thing?" Uncle Mad thought for a while and sighed. "It would be nice if I had a pen. Can you draw it for you."
"Forget it," Ning Gu said. "You might as well paint."
Uncle Crazy did not work, but Ning Gu didn't expect that he said that too.
Anyway, after listening to it for a long time, he can only roughly understand that walking the lantern is a painting in a circle.
But every painting is a world.
"Turn and turn, I guess that's how it turns," Uncle Mad raised a finger and circled in the air, "Turn and turn, where to start, I don't know, where is the end, I don't know... "
Ning Gu looked at him.
Uncle Madness has always spoken like this, and can't hear the true and false, because it is too empty to judge.
"Who is holding the running lights?" Lianchuan said suddenly.
"Who is turning?" Lian Chuan asked again.
"I don't know," said Uncle Mad, "but broken things are always going to be repaired, and I'm tired, so I want to stay here to end."
Ning Gu glanced at the place where Crazy Uncle kept his bags.
The bag was empty when it came out, and there was nothing in it.
Lianchuan looked at Uncle Crazy.
I don't know why I suddenly remembered the bug.
The cleanup team has done countless routine tasks to clean up bugs.
Those who should not appear.
He had never thought about who these people were, and the internal defense department that issued the mission judged the mission target based on what.
Is it...the administrator's judgment?
"What are you thinking?" Ning Gu asked.
"I don't know yet," Lian Chuan looked at him. "What we think now is based on'heard the truth.' If all is false, all thinking is meaningless."
Real and fake.
It seems to have become chaotic, and everything has lost its basis.
All the cognition began to be eaten up little by little after the collapse.
Lianchuan never cared about "Who am I", but at this moment he suddenly remembered what Ning Gu said.
But where did the wind come from? Where did it blow?
What are we? Why are we here? What are we going to do?