Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

In the dark of night, the horse farm, which has been closed and closed, is unique. The lights are bright, the waiters are shuttled, and the ladies and gentlemen in brocade clothes are sitting at separate tables. Everyone has an extraordinary temperament and an elegant manner. It looks like a banquet in the upper class. and dance.

Soft and bright lamps illuminate the stage.

The handsome man was like a dancer, walking lightly on the stage.

His body is straight, his steps are beautiful, his tuxedo is elegant and gorgeous, and his face is handsome. There is no doubt that this is a rare beautiful man, handsome and handsome, with aristocratic temperament and a gentleman's demeanor, even in the world, it is also in the mainstream aesthetics. Very tasty kind of person.

For this type of people, the emotional life is usually smooth sailing, and there is no trouble in life about "how to get rid of the single" and "how to chase girls". Meaning, with just one face, can be central and open.

And at this time, he showed a handsome and bright smile, held his hands empty, and pointed at the woman who fell on the ground, as if to introduce his dance partner to the entire audience.

The woman on the ground doesn't look like him.

Even more incompatible with this underground theater.

The ladies here are dressed in expensive evening dresses, radiant with dazzling light, jewels refracting intoxicating brilliance, and fair and delicate skin, which is the result of time, beauticians, money and cosmetics.

And the woman sitting on the ground, her hair is yellow, her eyes are dull, her face is wrinkled, she is still young, she looks much older than the ladies here, not to mention the clothes she is wearing. , low-level sportswear that looks like newspapers are sold on the street.

The ladies looked at the woman in the mud curiously and reservedly. They maintained their courtesy and self-cultivation, and did not ridicule or question, but their smiles contained a touch of disdain.

The handsome man announced the special repertoire to the guests.

"Caged bird!"

He looked at the customers around him and chuckled: "This is a story spanning twenty years, ladies and gentlemen, this struggling bird has been flying for twenty years. "

Sarana looked blank, as if she was unaware of everything.

"Oh, bird, bird, how can I get your pain and despair?"

The man bent down, stroked the other's thin face, and smiled.

"Just today, just today."

Behind the curtain of the stage, three figures walked out, all wrapped in dark robes and wearing black masks, covering their faces and figures, and they could not even distinguish between men and women.

One of them presented the robe and mask respectfully, and the handsome man took it and put it on.

"The actors are in place, and the show is about to begin. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the fruit of twenty years of watering. It is worth savoring carefully."

After he finished speaking, he gave Sarana a high five with a smile: "Now, wake up."

With a crisp sound, Sarana's eyes suddenly solidified, she seemed to wake up from a long nightmare, she took a deep breath, and then she realized where she was.

Unfamiliar place, bright hall, central stage, surrounded by well-dressed men and women, people sitting gracefully, looking at her, their eyes made her a little instinctive fear and anxiety.

Where am I?

What is this place?

I…

Painful memories flooded in like the sea, and she gradually recalled what happened before, she received news from a secret informant, she went to find the Chinese girl who was kidnapped last night, she saw the brutal murder scene, she passed out , appeared at the police station after waking up, she...

"Long time no see, Sarana."

A laughing voice came from behind.

The voice was unfamiliar and familiar.

The woman turned her head subconsciously, and from bottom to top, she saw the four men in black robes behind her. Their figures were even more eerie under the shining lights, and Sarana was startled.

She shouted subconsciously, using her hands and feet to step back: "Who are you? Where is this?"

"We? We are the four most important people in your life."

"And here? Here's the stage, the finish line, the table... We can't wait."

The low voice seemed to sound from all directions. It was a terrifying whisper, which made one feel the trembling of the soul. The man said: "Now, let's meet the first old friend again."

Sarana saw the black-robed man on the far left and took a step forward.

He took off his hood and mask.

A face with a scar and a beard was revealed, and the smile was cruel and hideous.

Sarana was stunned, and then, her eyes were violently turbulent, her wrinkled, old-fashioned face was violently distorted, and she suddenly let out a roar that was not like a human: "Ahhhhhh!"

The woman burst into flames like a female leopard, but her body was full of holes and weak, and two big hands like iron pincers overturned her to the ground, the scarred face pressed directly on it, and smiled cruelly: "Why, watch Son, do you miss the pleasure of poisoning your veins, or the anticipation of Russian roulette?"

He laughed and grabbed the woman's hair: "By the way, when you guys were playing Russian roulette for fun, I knew what you were thinking, you were thinking, 'The bullet must be my turn, Kill me", but every time it's not your turn, are you disappointed? To tell you the truth, even if you play 10,000 more times, you won't be beaten to death, because that's our fun! "

Sarana struggled violently, but the gap in physical fitness was too great. She let out an inhuman roar and roar, but she couldn't do anything, just like twenty years ago.

A bright life and a beautiful age were fixed at that moment. After graduating from nursing school, she came to London to find a job, but fell into a dark web. The man who held her down was the criminal who deceived her with the recruitment notice. , that was the beginning of a nightmare, a nightmare that could never be escaped.

The well-dressed ladies and gentlemen looked at the play with great interest. They didn't look uncomfortable, but looked forward to it. They looked at the play description in their hands, and a mere piece of paper was the summary of Sarana's nearly 40 years of life. and summary.

A caged bird, despair flying in the dark.

"Long time no reunion, you must have a lot to say, but Sarana, don't worry, you have a lot of time with Reese, but now, meet your second friend."

The second person walked up to Sarana, crouched down, and lifted the mask.

"Serana," he said. "Hello."

When the woman heard the familiar voice, she raised her head subconsciously, and then, her eyes flashed with unbelievable surprise, which even surpassed the throbbing and madness when she saw the trafficker again.

She lost her voice: "Hank!"

The handsome man acted as the commentator and said with a smile: "This is your greatest benefactor, don't you plan to smile at him? Sarana, at your most desperate and most painful time, it was this kind guest who accepted your request. , sent out your call for help, he has always kept in touch with you, caring about you, helping you, enlightening you, you regard him as your family, he is the person you trust the most in the world..."

He smiled happily: "Tell me, Sarana, have you ever, even just a little, or in a dream--you were going to marry this good-natured gentleman?"

"Oh, come on, Gerald." The man named Hank smiled, "This rotten meat that has been played so badly, every time I see her, I have to take a shower three times."

Sarana has frozen, her mouth is open, her mind is blank, she even thinks this is a nightmare that she can't wake up from, she doesn't know what expression she should show, what to say...

"Then third place."

The third person came to her and took off the mask.

It is a woman with a face as tough as a knife, her dress is neutral, her expression is firm, and her temperament is awe-inspiring. At first glance, people feel awe, and feel that this must be a great woman.

Sarana's eyes shook again, and she said hoarsely, "Yes... President..."

"A woman who was kidnapped and sold, lived a dark life in an underground prostitute, and one day she was lucky enough to be saved. What is she going to do? Did she go back to the country incognito and marry a man who didn't know her past? Still feeling dirty To the point of hopelessness, to end your own life?"

The man smiled and said, "Our Lady Sarana, decided to help those girls who are also in danger or in danger... Ah, this is really, really, great."

He exaggeratedly joked, and then said: "With such a great desire, of course we have to help, Ms. Sarana, do you feel that your life is meaningful? Do you feel that running as a feminist is very fulfilling? Do you think that helping others is equivalent to cleaning yourself?"

"Naive, really naive."

Sarana stared blankly at the president she highly respected, the leader of the organization, always full of energy, always full of love, always upright, always angry, always fighting on the front line.

She regards growing up as a benchmark and an example in life, and wants to live a meaningful life like that...

but…

She murmured: "President...President..."

"Sorry, Sarana." The woman whispered, "This is the master's task."

The man's laughter gradually became malicious.

"Do you really think you're doing something great? Do you want me to tell you where the funds for feminist organizations in the free world come from? There are rich people in the Middle East, Wall Street consortia, and even Mexican drug lords. Fuck, Mexican drug lords—so, how could it be without us?"

He crouched down and smiled sarcastically.

"In the end, you so-called feminists are just a very useful tool. After all, in this day and age, pariahs think they can make a sound, and many methods are no longer available. We must use a more sensible way to achieve it. own purpose..."

He flicked Sarana's forehead lightly: "We really want to thank you, your actions, demonstrations, protests and riots have always helped us well suppress the government's decisions and tendencies..."

"So, Sarana, thank you."

"Thank you for making a lot of money for us, and thank you for volunteering and working hard for us after you were saved—now, I'll tell you who I am."

He took off the mask and revealed his true face.

The handsome face was not familiar to Sharana, and the man named Gerald chuckled: "I am J, your partner, your informant, your always-informed and powerful good friend."

"Otherwise, how did you find the hiding place of the Viking skeleton? I thought it was just to fatten it up, but the fruit that has been cultivated for 20 years is close to ripening within a few hours, which is a pleasant surprise."

Sarana went from anger to struggle, from struggle to consternation, from consternation to fear, from fear to despair.

Godless eyes gradually became numb, and the black despair was as deep as a pool of water.

She opened her mouth and cried silently.

An indescribable aura spread like the wind, and seemed to resonate. The lights in this underground theater were scattered and scattered, whispers were faintly heard from all directions, and an inexplicable energy field spread.

But no one was surprised. The men and women present showed surprises. People stood up in unison, their faces were pious, and their eyes looking at Sarana were full of anticipation.

Gerald murmured, "Yeah, that's it, that's it, no...nearly."

He stretched out his hand to the trafficker, the other party understood, and handed him a cold revolver. The revolver spun a few times in Gerald's hand. He smiled slightly, put the firearm on the ground, and pushed it over.

"Do you miss it?"

Gerald laughed: "Old rule, there's only one bullet, it's going to go off, and there's only one bullet, and you can decide who to shoot at - the one who ruined you, the one who cheated you, the one who took advantage of you, the one who manipulated you. people."

"or…"

He said deeply, "You yourself."

The trafficker let go of the woman, and Sarana stared blankly at the nearby firearm. It was a nightmare.

The traffickers who used to control her and force her to receive guests have lost their morals and minds, wantonly making fun of the girls, the most common method is Russian roulette, a bullet, the girls will fire at themselves one by one, they laugh at them Take pleasure in the fears of the girls.

Sarana prayed every time it was her turn, but not every time, always.

And now, it came to him again.

Sarana reached out slowly, grabbed the handle, and raised her gun sharply at Gerald.

Ready to pull the trigger.

- But at this moment, a swift black shadow rushed out from behind Gerald. Before Sarana's finger touched the trigger, her wrist was kicked with a kick. With a click, the woman's fragile arm was twisted and broken, and severe pain struck. Come, she screamed in agony, took a kick in the chest, vomited blood and fell to the sky.

The attacker stood still. It was a thin young man with messy hair and drooping face, with a gloomy expression, holding a scalpel in his hand, and walked towards Sarana.

"Okay, now is not the time."

The boy was stopped and he stepped aside.

And the woman's body twisted in pain.

"Haha, what a pity."

Gerald stood up and chuckled: "The weak always pray that the strong will tell them the rules and abide by the rules. Only humans have such ridiculous thoughts..."

"It's a pity." He looked down condescendingly, "I'm your rule, Sarana, the caged bird for twenty years, you're flying in our control after all, and now, all your information has been erased, No one in this world will know that you ever lived, and everything you do is meaningless..."

"And now, the game begins."

In the sight of the woman's pain, several men in black robes slowly walked towards her.

Just like the desperate fate she couldn't resist twenty years ago.

She closed her eyes, her heart gradually closed.

-Right, that is it.

Are you angry? Are you afraid? Stubborn flower, you always refuse to fall, always refuse to give us what we want, but when a firm and pure heart falls, the fruit of despair you release is even sweeter, so bloom...Sarah Na, bloom...

Gerald's eyes were full of anticipation.

The air seemed to be distorted, the whispers in all directions were extremely deep, and the spectators all showed joy. They closed their eyes and breathed, and their faces were intoxicated.

The source of all happiness comes from the desperate ants on the ground.

Gerald looked at the transformation in front of him with satisfaction, which was the work he was satisfied with and looked forward to.

coming soon... coming soon...

"what?"

The next moment, he showed a look of surprise, because in Sarana's desperate soul, a stubborn light shined, dazzling and hot, protecting the painful heart.

It was a remnant of some kind of power.

but…

"What is this? What's going on? Where did this come from?"

Gerald was taken aback, and he grabbed the woman: "No, it wasn't there when we set off... Could it be... Hey! What did you see before you passed out? What did you see in the hiding place?"

"I…"

A smile appeared on Sarana's painful and numb face: "I dreamed of an angel..."

"The light is soft, warm and calm, and that voice resounds in my heart, so I don't have to worry or worry. It's the best sleep I've had in the past twenty years."

Chinese Embassy.

The curtains were tightly covered, and medical equipment monitored various physiological data. In the guest room on the third floor of the embassy, ​​An Youyi was lying on the bed, and her sleeping face flashed painful colors from time to time.

Outside the door, Kant shook hands with a gray-haired, spirited gentleman.

"Mr. Ambassador, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Where, it should be."

The ambassador to the UK looked at the young man in front of him curiously. He had already heard a little about this person's origin and name. Although his superiors didn't make it clear, he had already vaguely guessed something - the U.S. Embassy today Most of the bad things that happened have nothing to do with the person in front of him.

- Well, the little comrade is very aggressive.

Kant pointed to the room: "How is she?"

The ambassador sighed: "It's not very good. The British side was in a coma when they handed the person over to us. The result of the preliminary examination was that more anesthetics were injected, but the body was fine and there was no injury."

"This is the strangest thing - all her indicators are normal, but she is inexplicably having a high fever and talking nonsense. We have taken certain mitigation measures, but the embassy has limited medical capacity, and it is not easy to send her to the British. This is not the case with Miss You, who was also injected with anesthesia."

The ambassador to the UK paused: "...the country said that waiting for you to come, so we don't have to rush to take medicine."

Kant nodded: "Understood."

He pushed open the door and entered, there was a pleasant fragrance in the tidy room, An Youyi's eyes were closed, her body kept twisting, and her mouth was chanting words, all of which were fast and fast nonsense.

The eyes of the phoenix were covered in flames, and Kant frowned: "The energy level is increasing..."

The ambassador behind stunned: "What?"

Kant came to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the quilt away, and caught An Youyi's hand.

The little hand was hot and wet, and it clenched Kant's palm like a conditioned reflex, very hard.

Kant looked up and said, "Mr. Ambassador, would you mind avoiding it? It's not very convenient."

The ambassador was stunned for a moment, then patted his forehead, and said with a smile: "I'm taking the liberty to call me if you have something."

He exited the room and closed the door. Kant retracted his gaze and frowned slightly: "An Youyi is also awakening... The situation is very similar to Ian."

Iron Son said, "Oh, it's going to explode."

"It doesn't mean that... Her situation is different from Ian's. The specific transformation is the sudden increase in mental power."

"—Her perception ability is doubling, and it has been going on for a long time, including when she is in a coma. That is to say, during her coma, her mental power continues to soar, and she passively and completely accepts a lot of information around her. This information has not been processed in time, and it is accumulated in the sea of ​​​​spirits..."

"You really understand."

"You can understand when you extract it."

The more you use the extraction ability of the fire thief, the stronger it is. When used together with suction, the spiritual power will rise. So far, Kant has swallowed and stripped a lot of life, and even faced the impact of the sound of doom, and made a contract with the dragon girl. This is the truth, and you can understand it by thinking about it.

Kant closed his eyes, and the soul touched the communication: "I'll just help her shield and clean it up... Well, all these messes are cleaned up, this idea is very persistent, let me see..."

At this moment, An Youyi, who had been in a coma and twisted all the time, closed her mouth and pressed the pause button for her babbling nonsense. The next moment, she stood up abruptly and shouted, "The horse farm!"

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PS1: Update... ah, long time to write.

PS2: Also, I know what you are eager to see, and I am eager to write that paragraph, but there is still some foreshadowing, foreshadowing and logic... So, I will try my best to start the next chapter.