Above the gray fog

In a room filled with various biological organs, a doctor in a white gown held a rag in his hands and carefully wiped each collection.

Each collection is carefully taken care of, as if they are not cold specimens, but precious artworks.

After carefully cleaned the collection room, which was not dreamed, the doctor gently pushed away a small door next to it and entered the lobby where the dissection platform was.

The doctor walked to the anatomical table and picked up a transparent jar placed on the stage, and there was a withered purple flower in the jar.

He wiped the jar gently with a cloth in his hand, and then hugged the jar into the small door again.

Place the jar in the most prominent position in the collection room.

Looking up at the other shore flower in the jar, there was a trace of mercy in his eyes.

"It's hard, you just enter the eternal Shen sleep here."

He whispered and looked around for a lap. After looking at a few laps, he slowly walked out of the collection room and closed the small door.

The last trace of light in the door seam was blocked outside, and the collection room completely fell into darkness.

I don't know how many years have passed, the small door was opened again.

After the doctor entered the house, he took a collection of collections. It didn't take long for another new collection.

In such a cycle, in endless time, you can only see that the small door is constantly opened and closed, and the collections are constantly replacing.

One day, the doctor came in and hugged the jar containing the blossom.

The anatomical room is still as usual without any change.

In front of the dissection, standing with a scarecrow.

The buttons look around at will. It is wearing a golden robe with a lighter golden luster. There are several straws out of the clothes, which looks a little messy but full of mystery.

"Is this this?" The doctor looked at the Scarecrow.

The Scarecrow stared at the jar in the doctor's hands and nodded gently, "It's it."

"You're here very coincidentally. This thing has been in my hand. It has been just one billion years. If you come later, it will become a containment. It may be a 4S -level containment."

The scarecrow was not speechless, but slowly took off the robe, revealing the straw body entangled by white cloth.

He unbuttoned the white cloth wrapped on his body. The more blood on the white cloth, the more blood on the white cloth. In the end, the last part has been immersed in bright red.

The scarecrow put the cloth on the dissection table and re -put on a golden robe with light golden luster.

The doctor put the jar on the dissection table, and pushed it gently to the scarecrow, "Do you want to save him?"

"He is dead." The Scarecrow shook his head slowly.

"Since you know, what else do you want to do? I don't remember you have a hobby of collection, and it is difficult for it to become a containment if you leave me." The doctor takes out a certain corner of a corner. The tray stack the white cloth and put it on it.

"It was let me come." The Scarecrow pointed at the jar and said calmly.

The doctor pushed single -shelf glasses, obviously did not believe in the words of the scarecrow, but did not ask much. He picked up the tray and walked towards the collection room behind.

The scarecrow picked up the jar and disappeared from the original land.

The scarecrow holding the jar appeared next to a tranquil river.

The river was clear, and the early morning sun was sprinkled on the water surface, sparkling.

The wild flowers on the shore were swaying in the breeze, and the birds whispered cheerfully on the branches. The mountains in the distance were shrouded in mist, adding a hint of mystery to the quiet world.

The scarecrow slowly squatted down, opened the jar, and took out the withered side flower from it.

Put his flowers in a slightly shallow river, and the flowers swayed slightly under the flow of the water.

The scarecrow stretched out his palm again, and a rice -size light spot slowly emerged.

It stared at this rice grain, and the buttons flashed with complex emotions.

... ...

On the eve of the destruction of the gray mist universe.

The sky is gray, everything is shrouded in the shadow of the doomsday.

The huge world tree burned in the sky, and the flames redd the entire universe.

In the gray space, Lin Shan's quiet voice is echoing.

"You used to be the God of Void, the master of the Garden of Eden, must you master the extremely powerful laws of life? Can I ask you one thing? Mr. Scarecrow."

Opposite Lin Shan, standing in a scarecrow in the old coat.

The Scarecrow was silent for two seconds, and a trace of thinking revealed, "You say."

"I hope that you can divide my first half of my life and the second half of my life, and only let me keep the existence and consciousness after the gray mist universe." Lin Shan's voice was firm and with a hint of pleasure.

"Why do you do this? After such divisions, your existence and consciousness will become incomplete, and there will never be recovery. This will affect your future promotion, and there is a high probability that the disorderly level cannot be achieved."

Scarecrow's button reflects Lin Shan's calm face.

"I'm slowly becoming him, I hope ... to keep a pure self. If one day, I will become him. I hope you can wake up that me and let him choose his destiny again."

Lin Shan said with his thoughts.

The Scarecrow nodded with some thoughts. "I understand, you think I divide your memory without affecting existence, and give a complete life with memory."

"The first half of your life you are referring to is twenty-one years? Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to give a memory an independent life. This is not allowed by the laws of nature." The scarecrow shook his head slowly, "Unless you can split the existence together, but once the existence is split, it can only become a situation where there are two independent consciousnesses in one existence. These two independent consciousnesses will merge with each other one day. There is no real independence in this situation."

"Mr. Scarecrow, you should understand what I mean. Is there any way to do it?" Lin Shan looked at the scarecrow.

"Unless... you are willing to become a memory life form." The scarecrow said softly, "Except for some special life forms, only memory life forms can obtain independent life on the premise of getting rid of existence, but memory life forms have many disadvantages..."

"Moreover, the normal memory life conversion needs to be converted together with existence. If you want to abandon existence and only use an ordinary memory as the foundation, the probability of failure is as high as 99%. Even if you succeed by chance, you are just a group of memories that can float at will, and cannot be regarded as a real life. Even if you are a little more lucky and really become a memory life, you can't get any extraordinary Power, the power of memory life forms needs to be inherited to exist. "

"Is there a way to increase the probability of success? It doesn't matter whether you have extraordinary power or not. "Lin Shan said faintly, "I just want to experience a life that is not controlled by any external force."

"The longer the memory contained in the existence, the greater the success rate of converting it into a memory life form. If you really want to do this, I can copy a part of your memory."

"But if you do this, theoretically, you are already dead. You are just a memory, not even a ghost."

"That's it, thank you for your help all the time." Without waiting for the scarecrow to finish, Lin Shan nodded in agreement.

The scarecrow looked at Lin Shan, and after two seconds of silence, he said, "I will extract a trace of 'existence' from your existence as a trace of 'hope', but you have to think clearly. If you do this, a crack will appear in your existence, which is difficult to repair by conventional means. Once this crack is repaired, the extracted trace of existence will be independent, but it will no longer belong to anyone."

"The relationship between this trace of existence and your memory is equivalent to the relationship between the urn and the soul in some horror stories."

"It is hope, but also a weakness."

"Take this." A flame fell from the burning flame of the World Tree and appeared in the scarecrow's hand.

"What is this?" Lin Shan looked at the blue-green flame.

"Its name is-the beginning of life." said the scarecrow.

"Take it with you, it will record your memory."

"Try not to let it go out. Once it goes out, you can only use the intercepted part to convert it, and the failure rate is 99%."

"I will also intercept the memory of our meeting and the wisp of existence attached to the memory as 'hope'. You will not remember this incident, and he will not remember it either. Doing so can avoid unnecessary causal entanglement."

"Well, thank you." Lin Shan thanked again.

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The scarecrow looked at Lin Shan deeply, "Do you know I will help you?"

"Yes." Lin Shan nodded gently.

Seeing Lin Shan so sure, the scarecrow stared into his eyes and continued to ask, "Are you not afraid? Am I also a part of fate?"

"You are not."

"Why?"

"Feelings, feelings that belong only to me."

"You will help me, and you have nothing to do with Yuhuo or even the human race."

......

Riverside.

The tranquil water reflects the blue sky, and the breeze blows by, bringing a hint of coolness.

The scarecrow squats by the river.

He gently touches the withered red spider lily with his rough fingertips.

A wisp of blue-purple flame appears at the scarecrow's fingertips.

The scarecrow slowly raises his hand and gently lifts the blue-purple flame. As the scarecrow moves, the flame begins to merge with the light of the rice grain.

The two gradually merge into one, turning into a bright ball of light.

The scarecrow injects the fused ball of light into the withered red spider lily.

The petals of the red spider lily tremble slightly, and the withered yellow color is gradually replaced by bright red.

The scarecrow reaches out his hand again, and the lotus roots hidden under the lotus in the distance break free from the connected roots and slowly fly into the scarecrow's hand.

The scarecrow uses his rough but dexterous fingers to constantly pinch the lotus roots, and the lotus roots in his hands transform into a human figure, with exquisite details and lifelike.

Then, the scarecrow leaned over and carved a complex ritual formation on the ground with his fingers.

The formation had complex lines, emitting a faint light, and contained ancient power.

The scarecrow finally placed the human body made of lotus root in the center of the formation and connected it to the revived red spider lily.

"I can only do this step."

The scarecrow stared at the red spider lily, "If you really have the instinct, you should be able to succeed.

"I don't know where this is. In order to avoid being contaminated by cause and effect, I found this place in the turbulence of infinite time and space. I have explored that there is no extraordinary power in this world. If you succeed, you can spend the time you want here as an ordinary person."

"Without inheritance, you should...can't take the extraordinary path again."

"This place is just right for you. ”

After completing all this, the scarecrow by the river stood quietly.

The surrounding air began to tremble slightly, as if an invisible force was surging.

The scarecrow standing in place began to change. Its dim button eyes suddenly ignited golden flames, and the flames revealed infinite power.

The body of the scarecrow was gradually wrapped in a layer of golden light, and the ordinary straw became shining under the shining of the golden light.

The next moment, a pair of huge wings began to stretch out from the golden light - it was a pair of wings woven from straw, and each straw was shining with golden light. The wings flapped gently, bringing a breeze and blowing the surrounding flowers and plants.

The wings continued to stretch, getting bigger and bigger, and finally covered the sky and the earth.

As the wings unfolded, the body of the scarecrow completely turned into a ball of golden light, and its shape could be vaguely seen in the light becoming more sacred and solemn.

The wings fluttered gently in the golden light, leaving only a faint golden track in the sky.

......

Sunrise and sunset, in countless cycles, the red shore flowers in the river gradually Gradually taking root and sprouting.

The originally purple petals gradually turned bright red under the flow of time, as if stained with blood.

As time continued to pass, the bright red petals slowly turned into deep black.

One day, the petals of the red spider lily suddenly withered one by one. When the last petal fell, the whole red spider lily completely died. With the fluctuations of the river, it was washed to the depths of the river and disappeared in the darkness under the water.

On the shore, a figure that could not be detected by ordinary people stood quietly.

Lin Shan was sorting out the memories in his mind.

He remembered everything, including what he asked the scarecrow to do.

Is he successful now?

Is he still alive?

These questions echoed in his heart.

"It shouldn't be considered alive..."

"I am just a memory now, without inherited existence, and not even a memory life. Compared with ordinary memories, there is an extra wisp of ownerless existence as a sustenance. If I can find a way to restore this wisp of existence, maybe I can become a real memory life and complete the resurrection. Is this the "hope" that the scarecrow said? "

Lin Shan whispered to himself.

His eyes fell on his hand.

The outline of his hand was blurred, as if it would dissipate into the air at any time.

He turned his head and looked at a body lying by the river.

"Scarecrow, as considerate as ever."

Lin Shan smiled easily, walked slowly to the side of the body, and gently lay on it.

The body seemed to have a magnet, sucking the memory in.

After several years, the body on the ground opened its eyes, with a hint of confusion and confusion in its eyes.

It took several days to regain clarity.

Lin Shan moved his fingers tentatively.

"Is this body... made of lotus root? "

He murmured to himself, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"With my current form of existence, I should be able to replace my body at will..."

Lin Shan looked at the arm that had "broken threads". The straw weaving on the arm had begun to loosen, as if it would break at any time.

Although he no longer needed extraordinary powers, this body was too fragile, and his normal life might be affected.

He stood up slowly, feeling the discomfort brought by this body made of lotus roots, but at the same time full of warm hope.

"Where is this?"

"Ordinary life, here I come..."

"Is this...exciting?"

"I have this feeling...I finally got my true self. ”

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