Chapter 2414

... When Nuwa sent her into Sparan's dream, did she expect what happened later?

Lin Sanjiu thought it was impossible.

Nuwa said that she is not an omniscient god; I am afraid that she thought that the eleventh dream would not be any different from the first ten, and it was just a dream that required the person to make a choice.

She probably didn't expect that when the "seed" and the "root system" finally reunited at the hands of Nvwa after several years, they stimulated their mutual integration and growth—after Fanhe, the existence and consciousness of the two Connected again.

"...Small wine?"

That voice seemed to travel through a long time tunnel, and it struck an unreal echo in my ears. The last time Lin Sanjiu heard it, it belonged to a young man; but even an evolutionary person will still be led by time, step by step towards the dark place—now even his voice is deep and low, Sha like texture.

"Why are you here?" He paused, as if he heard a silent answer, and sighed softly: "Ah... so it was a dream. You entered my dream."

Because she knew it was a dream, so he knew it too?

Consciousness gradually became clear; Lin Sanjiu lowered his eyes as if waking up from a dream, looking at his hands. It was her hand, but it was so foreign—the knuckles broadened, the knuckle folds deeply stacked, rippling light lines on the dull skin of the fingers. The skin was thin and tired, as if it was just a breath left from youth, vainly wrapped around the blue veins.

They weren't the hands of a woman in her twenties; she thought, unconsciously, touching her cheeks.

"You're old too."

She turned her head, and Sibaan stood a step or two away, smiling at her.

The fullness of his youth faded away, the lines around the corners of his mouth sank, his hair like silver snow was combed neatly behind his head; even the dark green pupils like the summer forest became lighter, covered with a layer of mist like. Sibaan, who has always reminded people of the bright and fierce sun, gradually began to have the shadow of dusk on his body.

"Spa'an?" Lin Sanjiu murmured. "How do we..."

"Have you ever heard of the concept of 'lucid dream'? Since it's my dream, I can manipulate and change it with a thought, and shape it with my memory. This is my first slice of life , It was also the beginning of my life." Sibaan replied in a low voice, "The me in that slice is what you see now... In terms of the age of ordinary people, it is probably over sixty years old."

"You still look good."

Lin Sanjiu also smiled at him; she grabbed her hair from the back of her head, looked around, and saw white hands. "In the first slice of your life... did we grow old together?"

He tilted his head and looked at Lin Sanjiu who was now old, but couldn't help smiling; it seemed that Lin Sanjiu like this was far cuter than any Lin Sanjiu he had seen before.

"No, I didn't meet you in my first slice of life."

Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"Isn't this the first slice in your memory? You haven't seen me, so why do you remember me when I was old?"

"What you look like now is what I saw from the last slice of my life. At that time, you seemed to be far more than 'sixty years old'. I just hope that I can walk with you at a similar age and appearance in my dream Let's go."

Sibaan had a look that was like a memory, but also like a trance.

"My childhood was cut out and programmed to the end of my life, becoming the last piece in a series of slices. After I experienced the last slice of childhood, there will be no more 'Sparan' in the universe. people.

"Because it was my infancy, so when I was 'sixty years old', I naturally had childhood memories; but because I hadn't experienced it yet, my memory was very vague, like an indistinct dream, a period of time. Brief outline."

As he said this, he held out his hand to her.

"Although it's an outline that hasn't filled in the plot yet, I still want you to take a look." Sibaan said with a smile, "You don't know, do you? I'm actually very worried about you. If I don't slice that Let me show you, what if you don't show up at the right place at the right time in the future?"

"It's as if you can predict the future," Lin Sanjiu couldn't help laughing, and put her hand in his; she wasn't as energetic as she was when she was young, but she didn't need anyone's support to walk—she Gently squeezed Siba'an's hand, and felt that at this moment, he seemed to be able to fight him.

"In a way, yes?"

Every step of Siba'an seems to cause the world around the two of them to fluctuate and switch, giving birth to a new layer of climate, color and environment. "Because I happened to have lived part of the future. For example, I know that in the last slice, several evolutionaries found the long-lost information about the arsenal..."

Her eyes flashed, and she realized that she was standing in front of a rolling building; although it occupied a vast area, it seemed to be very old, and it was repaired and worn out everywhere.

"Those evolutionists found the 'prototype plan' of the arsenal."

Lin Sanjiu felt that the name was familiar, thought for a while, and took a breath: "Yes—is it the plan that Fanhe and Li Wen traced the river?"

Just a few fragments of abilities taken from Fanhe have deeply affected her life; that "prototype plan" is really remarkable-unexpectedly, after many years, it will be dug out from the pile of old papers Out?

"Yes," Spartan walked towards the metal building, and said, "I don't know how they overcome the difficulty of disorderly transmission, but they decided to re-implement the 'prototype plan' to re-create a prototype based on the technology of the arsenal back then. The 'prototype'...maybe you want an army of your own? Other resources, technologies and facilities in the plan may not be easy to find, but there is one most critical raw material, but you can say how much you need."

A truck came rumbling from the distant night, its tires smashed the sand, billowing thick smoke under the night, and whizzed past the two of them—the truck seemed to be used for transporting livestock, because its compartment was a large one. The iron cage, behind the iron railings, was full of black shadows.

The truck scurried through the gate; scattered, child-crying sounds, scattered by the wind, were quickly swept away and vanished.

Lin Sanjiu suddenly stopped.

She stared at the truck that was no longer visible, understood, turned her head, and glanced at Sparan.

Almost gently and quietly, he looked at the building in front of him. Under the moonlight, a circle of silver appeared on his silhouette.

"They took a lot of kids of all ages, from teens to pre-babies ... I was one of them."

"How old were you then?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice.

"Two or three years old?" Sibaan guessed, "I don't know either."

Lin Sanjiu picked up his steps again and walked slowly towards the building.

"I can't remember the slice when I was younger, maybe I have already experienced it. Just like you don't remember what happened when you were just born, right?"

Siba'an's tone was still very calm—he knew that at the end of his life, he would become a two or three-year-old child who could not protect himself, and would be taken away as experimental materials together with countless other children; but he seemed He wasn't worried at all, and even had a kind of...satisfaction faintly.

"I only know that if my life, which has been disrupted by slices, is arranged according to the normal time flow, then the first picture I remember in my life is blood and fire."

As his words fell, the building in front of him suddenly burst into flames; half of the building became a fuel sacrificed to the night sky, the ceiling and beams collapsed one after another, and the figures screamed and ran—— Someone shouted angrily: "What are you afraid of! Take out a special item...that's just an old woman!"

As if deterred by some kind of spell, Lin Sanjiu walked into the trembling and swaying fire scene step by step in a trance.

She didn't even pay attention to whether Sparan was still around; because she already knew what the next scene would be in his memory as brief as an outline and as vague as a dream.

"The second picture I remember in my life is you in your old age."

Among the smashed beams and debris, the flames flickered and churned, swayed by the sharp wind aroused by the evolutionary ability, and flew into a rage. A blond child sat quietly in a pool of blood, his leg seemed to have been injured, and half of his body was soaked in blood. He didn't cry a word, and looked peaceful; as if he was waiting for something, even the pain could not be endured.

Lin Sanjiu bent down and hugged him in a daze.

The child raised his head, his bright green eyes did not blink, he looked straight at Lin Sanjiu; after two seconds, he smiled softly.

She hugged the child tightly into her arms, the blood soaked into her clothes, and she couldn't tell whose it was.

The blood on his blond hair stained her white hair too.

"Your life ends, and mine begins. But when your life ends, mine ends too... that's fine. Than I know you've finished your life, and I have to live alone in the future Going down, it's much better. For that, I'm grateful for my sliced ​​life."

Siba'an's voice resounded from not far away again, like sunlight floating in the summer wind, swaying in the shadow of clouds.

"Why did you fight them? Did you go to save me? How long did I stay there? I don't know the answers to these questions... When we get the answers, your life and mine will also step into the It's the end."

Lin Sanjiu was listening to his voice in a daze, and when she lowered her head at some point, she found that her arms were empty; she had returned to her youthful appearance again, with moist and plump skin and firm and strong muscles.

"And then?" She looked around blankly, unable to see where she was, "After I picked him up... what happened?"

She asked as she walked, and before she knew it, she stopped on a piece of maroon ground. A mountain hangs upside down in the sky; clumps of wild flowers and grass grow sparsely on the gravel ground in the distance.

Siba'an crossed his long legs and was sitting on the surface of the mother king planet, and he also returned to his youthful appearance. He raised his head, looked at Lin Sanjiu, and smiled softly.

"Let me keep it for the time being." He whispered, "I can only tell you that the last slice of my life lasted for more than ten years... From how old I was to when I became a teenager , During that period of time, there was no moment that could be exchanged, no matter what was exchanged.

"From the time I experienced the first slice of life, I knew it. I will sink and float in the dark sea all my life, and I will not be able to go to the shore; but at the end of my life, I will be rescued... What awaits me is hope, It's the light, it's you."

He lowered his head and pulled out a black communication device out of nowhere - the exact one in the Exodus cockpit.

Lin Sanjiu sat down slowly.

"Xiaojiu," Sibaan said softly, "I know why you came to my dream. The connection between us is beyond human...so you know it, and I know it too.

"My choice has already been made. A child who was saved by you, a person who was shaped by you for the first and last ten years of life, what choice do you think I will make at this moment?"

He pushed the contact device towards Lin Sanjiu, his expression calmed down.

"I've been waiting for your contact signal. It's time for you to act, Xiaojiu."

As we get closer to the finale, I occasionally saw people who couldn’t understand why the XX plot appeared. In fact, it was all for the finale. If you follow it in real time, you may feel unclear, because the subsequent plot has not yet come out, so you can’t connect. I hope that those who read the book in one breath after the end of the book will feel smooth. In short, the pit of Sparan has been filled, a great achievement (.