I stand under a billion lives

Chapter 35 Memories Are Not Always Good

After Chen Fan revealed that Wei Yanwu was related to the mysterious serial killer who appeared in the capital of Holy Rome eight years ago, the room suddenly fell into silence, even the husky stopped screaming happily, closed his mouth and crawled down nervously.

And Wei Yanwu, who was the center of the incident, silently took out a cigarette case and took out a cigarette, lit it and took a deep breath: "Xiao Chen, where did you know about this?"

Chen Fan frowned slightly when he heard this, and then took out two paper documents from his arms and threw them to Wu Xiu and Wei Yanwu respectively: "The woman who wrapped me up is actually Black Rose, and her real purpose is to peel me and use this He pretended to sneak in, so he directly named me. But after all, he is a first-level floating spirit of the investigative type, so even if he has been famous for a long time, it is easy to overturn."

Flipping through a large stack of papers, Wei Yanwu helplessly exhaled a smoke ring, and then slowly said: "I didn't expect that Black Rose is so good at digging up other people's past, and you, Xiao Chen, are even more outrageous. The bloodthirsty spies who disguised their identities and went back and forth in various countries were captured... What about that person? Could it have been sent to the Administration?"

Shaking his head regretfully, Chen Fan said that was not the case: "No, I originally wanted to ask for more information in two days, but unfortunately when I went back today, I found that Black Rose had been killed, so I came to ask Uncle Wei directly. of."

Realizing that Chen Fan's regret was genuine, Wei Yanwu squinted his eyes unconsciously, and continued after a moment of silence: "In this case, why don't you just ask Xiao Jiu? It's not because I have an affair with Jack the Ripper. Even the administration doesn’t trust the connection? Xiao Chen, don’t you worry that this is a trick of the mastermind behind the scenes to sow discord?”

Chen Fan rolled his eyes directly at this: "Pull it down, Uncle Wei, since I didn't hand over the black rose to the management office in the first place, why don't you ask me why I didn't ask Miss Jiu for advice? It's a bit boring."

As soon as these words came out, the room fell into silence again. Wei Yanwu and Chen Fan stared wide-eyed, and neither of them had the intention to continue speaking.

And at this moment, Wu Xiu finally finished reading the materials Chen Fan threw to him, and looked at Wei Yanwu in astonishment after saying I went, with an expression of "I don't believe this is actually true": "Uncle Wei, It said that you were young and promising, and you performed violin performances at the Vienna Theater in Holy Rome in your 20s. These are all true? Then you, a world-class violinist, why don’t you continue to develop in Vienna, the capital of music? Instead, he went to work in the management bureau of Los Angeles, a small second-tier city???"

Wu Xiu's exclamation not only instantly dissipated the gradually tense silence in the room, but even the husky, who had finally calmed down, continued to bark.

Angrily, he threw a dog chew toy at Husky to make his voice quieter. Chen Fan immediately glared at Wu Xiu, and looked at Wei Yanwu again, but he couldn't regain the momentum just now, so he sighed and decided to let it go.

However, after looking at Wu Xiu helplessly and dumbfounded, Wei Yanwu suddenly said by himself: "Xiao Wu, haven't you seen my spirit deed yet? It's just a violin."

As he said that, Wei Yanwu put his hands in the posture of playing the violin, and an antique illusory violin appeared in his hands in the next second, and Wei Yanwu easily and skillfully caught it and gently pulled the strings.

The melodious music sounded, making the suspicious Wu Xiu and the husky biting the toy immediately calm down, immersed in the beautiful music, and Wu Xiu even stretched out her arms and swayed to the rhythm.

As for Chen Fan, he sat quietly on the bed, watching Wu Xiu and Huskies dancing, and the emotions in his eyes gradually eased.

At the end of the song, Wei Yanwu put away his spirit deed with a light smile, and enjoyed Wu Xiu and Husky with Chen Fan and continued to twirl in the music, and it took a while to regain his senses.

The first thing Wu Xiu did after waking up was to clap and clap, and the husky followed suit. He stood up and imitated Wu Xiu and swayed his front paws from side to side, making Wei Yanwu and Chen Fan feel that something was wrong.

Fortunately, Wu Xiu didn't clap her hands for too long, and she realized after a while: "No, it stands to reason that the spirit deed is a manifestation of the negative memory in Piaoling's heart, but aren't you a world-class violinist, Uncle Wei? Then why?" But the spirit deed is a violin?"

Wei Yanwu first glanced at Chen Fan when he heard the words, and after signaling him to learn with his eyes, he slowly said, "Xiao Wu, are you curious? Then I can tell you, but this story will be longer, fortunately We don't need to ring the clock tomorrow, so let's give you two a good talk."

Saying that, Wei Yanwu crossed his legs, revealing a look of nostalgia:

"That was a winter more than ten years ago..."

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15 years ago, in the middle of a winter night.

In a private orphanage in Friedrichstadt, the capital of Holy Rome, several Caucasian children who looked no older than 12 years old were lying quietly on the bed and sleeping soundly. After seeing the situation, he nodded reassuringly, turned and walked towards his own lounge.

As the dim candlelight gradually faded away and completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, the sleeping children got up from the bed one after another, each took out a small round stone from the hiding place, and poured a fine powder into it. After spiritual power, it began to emit a faint blue fluorescence.

After climbing down from the bed and gathering together, the children all looked at the older child who took the lead: "What about Andre? The exchange students from the Central Plains are staying with us today, although we won't be able to meet until tomorrow morning." , but in this way, will the chance of being adopted be divided away? After all, we exchange with the Central Plains for the sake of novelty, and I heard that the children in the Central Plains have the potential to awaken spiritual power Higher."

The blond-haired little boy who was regarded as the little leader of the group frowned unhappily, and said viciously: "It's okay! Isn't it just the Central Plains who is showing off his power because he has two heroic spirits? Everyone is looking at it because of this." I'm curious about their race, so let's take advantage of the first arrival tonight to teach this group of people a lesson, let them realize that we are the boss here, okay?"

Hearing what Andre said, the Caucasian children immediately agreed with his point of view happily, and then sneaked out of the room one by one, sneaked along the wall, and finally came to the room where the Central Plains exchanged orphans.

After sending children to investigate, Andre reached out to open the doorknob after confirming that there was no old mother disturbing the situation, and slipped into the room first, and the friends behind him closed the door and locked the door behind him up.

After finishing all this, Andre just turned around and wanted to show his fiercest side to the new Central Plains orphans, but unexpectedly found that these black-haired children were all curled up in the innermost corner of the room , looking tremblingly at the direction of his group of people.

Some were surprised that the newcomers admitted their counsel too quickly, and Andre shook his head to dispel the sense of gap, then took a step forward triumphantly, and opened his mouth slightly to establish his authority in the future: "Yo——"

At this moment, the thin figure suddenly fell from the beam, and hit Andre on the back of the head with an elbow, causing him to fall to the ground without saying a word. His body twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

Frightened by this sudden change, the children who followed Andre were about to cry out when they were suffocated by a fierce stare from the skinny boy who knocked Andre down.

After scaring all the white children so that they dare not make a sound, the thin figure slowly stood up from Andre's body, walked up to the group of aborigines who were paralyzed in fright, and looked down at them condescendingly.

After a while, the thin figure suddenly grinned and asked in stumbling Anglo-Saxon, "You guys, who know the way out?"

Hearing this sentence, the white children looked at each other, and finally focused their eyes on a little girl who was desperately shrinking back: "Yes...it's Lisa, she is the most flexible body here. Yes, so I know a lot of routes that can avoid adults."

Nodding in satisfaction, the thin figure immediately took a step forward and grabbed Lisa's arm, grabbed her delicate chin when she subconsciously wanted to scream, leaned forward viciously and said, "Quiet! You, take me out, otherwise, you will die, understand?"

Seeing Lisa nodding desperately while crying, the thin figure let go of her chin. When she coughed softly, she roughly pulled her small wrist to the door, stuck out half of her head, looked left and right, and made sure she was nearby. After no nanny passed by, she led Lisa out: "You, lead the way, go out!"

After threatening Lisa viciously, the thin figure seemed to remember something, and then stretched his head back into the room to threaten the white children: "Lisa, be quiet until you come back, don't move, understand?"

Satisfied to see the little kids nodding their heads and covering their mouths, the thin figure exited the room, closed the door and pointed at Lisa impatiently with the shard of the glass water glass in his hand, beckoning her to lead the way.

In this way, under the guidance of Lisa, the thin figure smoothly came to a window for ventilation on the first floor. After gesturing at his height, he shook the broken glass in his hand, indicating that Lisa, who was half a head taller than himself, Come here, stepping on her shoulders and flipping out the window.

On that cold winter night, the thin little boy who didn't have the name Wei Yanwu managed to escape from the orphanage. While feeling the joy of freedom, he ran and disappeared deep into the streets and alleys of Friedrichshaw. place.

Before leaving, the thin figure did not forget to snatch Lisa's coat, so as to prevent herself from being frozen to death on the street after leaving the orphanage heated by the fire.

Speaking of this, Wu Xiu and Husky were so enthralled that they didn't dare to breathe, but Chen Fan finally couldn't help raising his right hand: "That...although you can't extricate yourself from being immersed in it, I still want to Ask two questions.

First of all, Uncle Wei, have you checked what happened to that kid named Andre after he was knocked down by you?Is it dead or alive?
Secondly, why did you think about escaping after being sent to Holy Rome instead of taking the opportunity to run away before being sent away from the familiar Central Plains? "

He stared helplessly at Chen Fan. Wei Yanwu was telling the truth. He didn't expect Chen Fan to have a lot of questions after hearing this story, but since they decided to tell the past, Wei Yanwu had no choice but to explain to him patiently:
"First of all, I didn't go back to see Andre's life and death, but it shouldn't be too fatal (probably) for a white child, so this topic ends here.

Secondly, I was originally fostered in the Zhongyuan Public Orphanage, because my mother appeared at the gate of the orphanage on a rainy night. After giving birth, I only had time to say that my surname should be Wei before she passed away. So before I was ten years old, I They were all called by Xiaowei Xiaowei.But when I was ten years old, I was detected to have the potential to become a floating spirit, so I was taken away from the orphanage where I grew up, and came to a research institute that specializes in cultivating children with potential.There, we were all under strict surveillance, so we couldn't escape if we wanted to. "

Seemingly aware of Wu Xiu's disbelief, Wei Yanwu sneered: "Why, Xiao Wu, where do you think so many floating spirits who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield against the abyss came from? Everyone is so tall If they were enlightened, humans would have counterattacked to the ground long ago.”

After saying these harsh words to Wu Xiu, Wei Yanwu, who had vented his emotions, immediately realized that he had gone too far: "Uh... sorry, Xiao Wu, I was a little too serious."

She waved her hand to show that she could accept it, and Wu Xiu paid more attention to the follow-up of Wei Yanwu's story: "It's okay, Uncle Wei, I also know that I grew up in a hotbed, so I don't know much about many things...Compared to this, you How did you spend your days after the Institute?"

Scratching his head dumbfoundingly, Wei Yanwu continued to talk: "However, I have been more cautious since I was a child. After I found out that many people still failed to become Piaoling when they were around 12 years old, they were taken out of the research institute and assigned to various departments. After waiting for adoption in the city's orphanage, I made up my mind - I must hide my abilities, and when I am 12 years old, I will take advantage of being assigned to the orphanage to escape from the control of these people."

Taking a dull puff of cigarette, Wei Yanwu said darkly while slowly enjoying the breath-taking feeling: "After all, those children who were taken away at the beginning will eventually be trained to become extremely brave fighters, and they will fight against the abyss." I don’t want to end up like them when I’m under 12 years old.”

After saying this, Wei Yanwu suddenly sneered like a self-deprecating: "But now it seems that it is better to become a Piaoling at the age of 12... I have not become a Piaoling at the age of 12. The Central Plains and Holy Rome commemorate the 200th anniversary of the friendship between the Central Plains and Holy Rome. Our group of children has been carefully selected to have certain potential, but they have not been able to become floating individuals. They exchanged with Holy Rome to show friendship. However, Holy Rome Is it more...benevolent? Obviously, the Central Plains has explained that we, special individuals scattered in various orphanages, should be strictly guarded just in case, but I still think that children should not be too oppressive, so I ran out in the end."

After indifferently evaluating the kindness of Holy Rome, Wei Yanwu spit out a mutilated smoke ring: "Otherwise, I might not be Jack the Ripper."

(End of this chapter)