First Player

   Chapter 65 Chapter 64 "My name is Alyssa, a free and independent Alyssa."

  —On that day, the inner city ignited an inextinguishable fire, and the sky was scorched red.

  —On that day, people stood up in the wind of freedom and opened a new dawn.

  The sun cleared the thick fog at night, the day-long rainstorm stopped, and the sky seemed to be dyed golden red.

  People seem to be walking into the bright spring sunshine in an instant, ending the long winter.

The rebels roared and fought - Bai Xiong was dead, they rushed through the dormant mechanical army, broke into the pure white land of the inner city, and climbed this insurmountable holy mountain, as if overthrowing a era.

   The core energy, like a beating heart, was picked up by the strongest melee warrior, the clone.

   In the palm of his hand, the core energy looks like a bright red heart.

   symbolizes the dawn of dawn, which falls in his palm and shines brightly.

   All darkness will perish.

  People cheered and put the blood-red and white "Flame" flag on the top of Baixiong's mechanical floating city, like an inextinguishable torch.

  Between the steel torrents, people's bodies are like the star river guarding them.

  —there was only one figure, a figure lying in the wilderness, she closed her eyes and no one cared.

   "huh...huh..."

  Su Ming'an's vision became more and more upside down, and violent hallucinations and auditory hallucinations interfered with his brain.

The   biting wind swept over him with the smell of blood, and he stumbled towards the direction of the sun, with blood splattered all the way behind him.

   Dawn broke.

  Through the bright dawn, he seemed to hear distant sounds of joy and see the flag waving in the sun. It was dazzling, and the countless blood on the flag evaporated.

  Not far away is the residential area of ​​the outer city. People wear thick cotton clothes, hold bowls and chopsticks, stick their heads out, and look towards the inner city. Smoke from fireworks came from every house, and the aroma of sweet potatoes and potatoes floated in the streets.

   On the TV screen, it is no longer the **** and cruel executions and human howls, but people dancing on the ruins with the victory flag.

  —they won.

  The sound of the guitar was transmitted to thousands of households through the wind, and some people picked up the traveler's music score and played beautiful tunes.

   "huh...huh..."

  Su Mingan moved forward - forward - stumbled, facing the rising sun.

The    jacket was damaged by the bullet and hung wetly on his body. The golden emblem representing the leader on his shoulders shone in the sun.

   He was still wearing the old cloak she had given him, which was stained with her blue blood.

  Under the extreme disorder of his mind, the pollution of his body continued to spread, interfering with his brain. The memory fragments that did not belong to him swept through his mind. They were the memory fragments of the original Elaine.

   He saw—years ago, a young Elaine wearing a mask, walking down the alley.

  Eleven met a girl who was covered in scars from domestic violence.

   "Loss of money! Loss of money!"

   "Hey, my sister is a money loser!"

  The children's voices were malicious, they pushed the girl down, and the girl fell into the water. She endured silently.

   However, Elaine took the girl's hand, and he said to her gently:

   "—you're not a resource, what's your name?"

   "Alyssa." The girl raised her head, her expression was calm.

   "—Very well, you have to remember that you are a free and independent Alyssa." Eleven urged.

   He taught her how to use a gun and how to fold paper roses, and later, due to changes in the war situation, he left there.

   Before leaving, he left a dark costume for the girl and told her that if she wanted to escape one day, she would disguise herself as an adult man.

   Later, the girl's father wanted to hand her over to the inner city, she desperately ran away, and someone rescued her. He was the leader of the resistance army, and he said his name was Su Mingan.

   She fought for him using the marksmanship that Eleven taught her.

   She used the technique taught by Eleven to fold paper roses.

   She gave him the black suit of the rebel army, and let it return to its original owner.

   It turned out that Elaine had rescued a girl earlier.

   She grew into an independent and autonomous soul, her name is Alyssa.

  …

  【"My name is Alyssa, a free and independent Alyssa."

   "Big brother, you feel so familiar to me, did we... know each other before?"]

  …

   Countless memory fragments passed through Su Ming'an's mind. His body seemed to be empty, containing only the cold rain.

With a    "pop", he fell to the ground.

He could no longer see the dense barrage of bullets flying past in the upper right corner. The severe pain and cold stimulated his brain. He dragged his body. It seemed that every movement affected the nerves, muscles and blood vessels. almost cracked.

   He heard **** screams from every corner of his body.

   In the blurred ghosts,

   He saw countless Alysas.

   He saw Alyssa practicing shooting in the underground camp, her eyes were bright,

   Seeing her folded rose paper flowers with a focused look,

   Seeing her praising the sun in the passage, innocent like a child,

   I saw her under the old villa, her blonde hair moving with the wind, her sweet and bright smile, and her longing for a better future.

  Her eyes and his eyes looked at each other for a long time, like the eyes of an organism and a human, and it was like a communication between a human and a human.

   "If, I mean if, if one day we really won peace, can I keep listening to you play the piano?"

   "Big brother, will you save us?"

"Big brother…"

   "Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha..." He laughed, and inexplicably, he laughed.

   Too embarrassed, too embarrassed.

  Dignified first player, why are you so embarrassed.

  You saved a world and won a war, but couldn't save yourself?

   He continued, dragging his body with all his strength, Alyssa's blue blood covered his palms, and he could hardly distinguish between fantasy and reality.

   Suddenly, he saw a young man with a black cape and a black top hat crawling in front of him.

This young man was pierced by a high-explosive bullet, his left chest became pitted, his face and body were covered with wet blood, and the young man's despairing eyes, which had been corroded to the point of shattering, were staring at him unblinkingly. .

  …Who is this young man?

   "Help me." The young man hit the ground with his head, and the sound of bang bang bang kept ringing.

   The young man stretched out his hand and reached out to Su Mingan tremblingly:

   "Save me...help me...so painful, so painful, so painful..."

   There seemed to be some transparent barrier between Su Mingan and the young man. The young man just stretched out his hand and looked at him, but his hand couldn't get through. He just lay on the ground twisted in pain and despair, his body covered with erosion marks.

   "Save me..." the young man said, his mouth opened and closed.

  Su Ming'an also stretched out his hand and pressed it against the young man's outstretched hand, touching a piece of glassy coldness.

…what is this? Why is there a glass barrier in front of him?

   They moved in unison, and when Su Mingan retracted his hand, the young man also retracted his hand in pain.

  Su Mingan opened his mouth, and the young man also opened his mouth.

…So this is ah.

  Su Mingan understood.

   The glassy barrier that suddenly appeared in front of him,

   turns out to be,

  A mirror.

   "Ha." He laughed, blood gushing out of his left arm.

   mentally disturbed to this point.

   He really is,

too tired.

  …

  【Perfect clearance progress: 95%】

  …

   He stretched out his hand and removed the broken glass mirror in the ground. The mirror was lying in the ruins and seemed to belong to someone.

   "Da, da, da." In the distance, a sound of footsteps came, like a drum to end the war.

   He saw, in the distance, Dingyue was walking towards him, she was bathed in bright sunlight, her black hair rose up, and the broken gold she brought up was bright and beautiful, she was like a Greek goddess declaring victory.

The   Rebels have won, and she is in charge of their greatest leader.

   "Chief!"

   Dingyue's pace quickened, and she approached him step by step. The new dawn sprinkled on her hair, and it instantly turned into a beautiful golden color.

   At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly wanted to ask—

   "Dingyue, who am I?"

   Dingyue walked faster and faster, she quickened her pace, gradually ran up, and ran in front of him, as if she was over a mountain and over a ridge.

   Her facial features full of post-war scars and burnt are no longer good-looking, but that smile is the most beautiful smile.

   "—You are Eleven, the leader of our resistance army, the hero who killed Hakuho." Dingyue said.

   "Who am I?" Su Mingan asked again.

   Dingyue ran close to him, she smiled:

   "—You are the founder of the new century, our most respected great man."

  Su Mingan blinked.

   His thoughts became more and more hazy, and everything in front of him was upside down—

   Dingyue walked in front of him.

   She supported his blood-stained body, stretched out her hand, and gently closed his eyes.

   "Who am I?" Su Mingan asked again.

   "—You are the one who came to save us, the one who came to save Alyssa." Dingyue looked at him sincerely, she had learned Su Mingan's true identity through Nuoer:

   "You are, Su Mingan."

   She bent down and bowed deeply, deeply to him.

   Dawn sprinkled her clothes, and she seemed to be wearing a golden cassock.

   "It's so cold." Su Mingan muttered to himself:

   "This rain is too much."

   At this moment, he could no longer support his body, his body shook and fell forward, his consciousness fell into silence.

   Dingyue caught him, his hands covered in his blood.

"have a rest."

   "You're exhausted, you've… done your best."

   She saw that the entire face of the young man was bathed in sunlight, and even the closed eyelids were white and moist, as if dyed with brilliance.

   His palms loosened. Inside, there was an ugly rose paper flower, the blood-red paint faded a little, revealing the original pure white, like a clean wedding dress.

   It fell to the ground with a soft sound.

   is like a broken soul.

  …

  【Give it to you. 】

【be happy. 】

  …

   (end of this chapter)