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Veins, chaotic and mysterious.

Naiya turned his head and looked at Lin Xingtao who was silent. Finally, he loosened his hand and untied the golden bracelet on the wrist of the hand that had just painted the horizon, and put it on Lin Xingtao's empty wrist.

Perhaps he remembered that time when he also put on the glittering jewelry for Lin Xingtao.

Lin Xingtao watched his actions and suddenly whispered: "...Whose funeral?"

Naiya pinched the last forehead ornament and answered in a low voice: "Funeral--"

The forehead ornament was no longer gold, but a bright red gem in the shape of a teardrop. It would always be shaky for billions of years.

He said: "Funeral--It's your funeral."

Lin Xingtao paused and took the gem. Naiya's skin was dry and even had a trace of electricity.

Naiya laughed and announced loudly:

"I lied to you! Never believe what Nyarlathotep said!"

The author has something to say: One of Naiya's charms is that you can't tell whether he is telling the truth or not.

As soon as I write about Naya, I can't help but lengthen the sentences, lengthen the paragraphs, and complicate the meaning - it must be because Naya's whispers in my ear affect my relationship.

Anyway, when you are undecided, quantum mechanics. Unclear, pay tribute to Cthulhu.

Chapter 289 Ragnarok (XVIII)

Naya said that he had deceived Lin Xingtao, but they stopped at a certain point in the long river of time and space, and when they looked down, it was really Lin Xingtao's funeral.

To be precise, it was Zhao Lue's funeral.

It was a very ordinary day, in Meiguo, Zhao Lue said goodbye to his friends who drove their sports cars to Rodeo Street, and wandered alone in the deserted suburbs.

He likes to listen to music with noise-canceling headphones, but today's playlist ranges from you should see me in a to Hit And Run. These songs that he never gets tired of listening to actually make him a little irritated.

"Hey, boy, I have some good stuff, do you want to come and see it?" A man squatting on the corner shouted to Zhao Lue.

Zhao Lue raised his eyebrows, and even took off his headphones without any courtesy, and answered directly: "I can't afford it."

The man laughed: "Don't give me that, I can see that your friends are driving cars worth tens of millions. You must have no shortage of money and beauties. Don't you want to find some other fun? I don't have ordinary stuff here..."

Zhao Lue was a little annoyed: "I'm not talking about money, I'm talking about life. You only have one life. Stay away from me."

The man was speechless, and it seemed that he didn't dare to do anything to Zhao Lue. He shrugged and continued to squat there.

Zhao Lue also continued to move forward and randomly cut a song. In the gap between songs, the headphones worth tens of thousands of yuan actually had a messy current, and a low voice mixed in the current exploded: "I\\a I\\a. Cthulhu Fhatgn!"

Zhao Lue fiddled with the headphones and accidentally glanced behind him.

The man was still squatting there. His friends' cars were nowhere to be seen, and his shadow stretched very long on the streets of Los Angeles, the City of Angels.

He turned his sight again, planning to spend a long afternoon in a cafe.

He found one quickly. The wind chimes rang, and he asked, "I see the lights are off, but the door is open. Is this place open?"

The lights in the cafe did not light up in response, but a damp and cold air covered his back.

A hand pressed on Zhao Lue's shoulder, and the man who had been squatting on the ground before appeared behind Zhao Lue for some reason, and laughed.

Zhao Lue said impatiently, "Get out of here--"

He suddenly saw the man's face in the reflection of the glass door--the ugly but also human face was turning into a frog.

First, the eyeballs protruded and bulged rapidly, the eyelids could not close, and then the skin turned gray-green and damp.

The scales on the surface of the skin popped up like small bumps, and the hand on Zhao Lue's shoulder had webbed fingers between the five fingers, and a series of disgusting bubbles rolled down on the dark blue felt.

Zhao Lue opened his eyes in disbelief at this unusual scene beyond imagination.

"You are right, life is only once." The man with a disgusting look muttered vaguely.

The sharp claws scratched Zhao Lue's neck.

... Zhao Lue is dead.

Here, he has no Ji Shun to protect him, and his own power has not awakened. Even a mortal with high power will die under an insignificant bullet.

He fell in front of the coffee shop where the lights were not even on, and his face was still in disbelief. The aroma of coffee beans overwhelmed the smell of blood. When the mixed-blood deep diver left with his flippers, he didn't even cause the sound of the wind chimes by the door.

"Let's go see him - see this you." Naya pushed Lin Xingtao, so they walked down from the head and landed next to Zhao Lue's body.

Lin Xingtao knew that this was the scene he saw behind the door, "Zhao Lue died at the hands of the deep diver", and it turned out to be fulfilled here.

Then in this uninhabited suburb, Lin Xingtao stood for a long time.

Naya also accompanied him with a smile, his golden cape occasionally passed through two unrelated worlds, stained with Zhao Lue's blood, like a layer of red edge.

The bright and dazzling ruby ​​was well placed on Lin Xingtao's forehead, flowing with different colors as the sunlight dimmed, and Zhao Lue's blood also dried up and turned black layer by layer.

Finally, the owner of the cafe woke up from a long nap and walked out of the store lazily with the cat in his arms. He found a person lying at the door, bleeding all over the floor.

She took a deep breath and screamed loudly.

The police car finally arrived and surrounded the scene. Everyone seemed to be busy, busy making phone calls, busy saying oh my god, busy taking pictures, only Zhao Lue was very quiet.

After a while, Zhao Lue's friends rushed back from the noisy atmosphere of Beverly Shopping Street, running out of the car breathlessly with the joy that had not yet dissipated and the pounding heart.

They kicked away the reporters who were watching the excitement and did not mind making trouble. When they saw what happened, they began to tremble and swallow their saliva.

When the police officer began to ask about the identity of the deceased, they were incoherent and kept asking: "Uh, is he really dead? I mean how is this possible, he shouldn't die here, I mean he shouldn't die...Fuck."

The police officer pressed his forehead to record the fragmented words of the deceased's friends. As some people gradually calmed down and organized their words, the police officer gradually became frightened by the identity of the deceased.

This was undoubtedly a murder. The son of a powerful person from China, who had never caused trouble, was excellent and lovable, died in Mei Country so easily and unclearly.

When the subordinates reported that the camera in the cafe was damaged, everyone actually had a bottom line in their hearts. After all, the owner of the cafe didn't even turn on the lights. After all, this was a premeditated conspiracy.

This was a long-planned conspiracy. Who would have thought that there were other reasons? No one would think it was an accident, even though the truth was that a mixed-blood deep diver did it casually.

When it was late and the flocks of released pigeons were flying home, Zhao Lue's last friend abroad finally arrived here.

Under the circling white, he hurriedly pushed away the onlookers.

It took nearly six hours from Philadelphia to Los Angeles, and no one knew what he was thinking on the way.

The police officer obviously didn't know why this young boy even buttoned his clothes wrong, why he kept his mouth shut, squatted slowly, supported the ground with his hands, and didn't say a word.

The whispers of others slowly stopped, and only two or three people carefully called him: "Wang Xichen, they are going to take the body back."

So the police officers watched the light in the eyes of this big boy named Wang Xichen suddenly extinguished completely, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. The leading police officer hesitated and tried to comfort him, but was hit hard when he put his hand on his shoulder.

The boy raised his eyes, and the sadness in his eyes was so turbulent that the police officer couldn't say anything to accuse him.

When everyone thought that the boy would vent again, he said "sorry" dryly - it was not known whether he was talking to the deceased or the police officer, and then took the headphones from the deceased's neck and put them on his neck.

Regardless of the blood on his hands, he took a heavy step.

It seemed that he couldn't stay any longer and wanted to find a place where no one was around to cry his heart out.

At this time, the cat of the owner of the cafe squatted curiously on top of the trash can. While others were busy moving the body, he looked at the sad boy and the two men opposite him who had different expressions and strange clothes.

When the cat saw the boy passing through the two men like a ghost, his hair stood up and he let out a shrill cry.

Naya turned his head and said "hush" softly. A string of electricity subtly exploded from the cat's back and flowed into the headphones along the light of the setting sun. ▲思▲Rabbit▲网▲

Lin Xingtao also turned his head slightly and heard the whisper with Wang Xichen: "I\\a I\\a——Cthulhu——Fhatgn!!!"

Lin Xingtao saw a terrible hatred suddenly appear in Wang Xichen's eyes.

Wang Xichen may not know what happened to Zhao Lue's death, but he keenly remembered this sentence.

Lin Xingtao thought of Wang Xichen who rushed towards Cthulhu without a care in the battle of R'lyeh on Earth.

He was a show-off, a hero, a waste, an idiot, and a little fool who took Cthulhu's weak ship seriously.

He might not want to be a hero, but an avenger.

[There is no Zhao Lue at all, and there is no hero... I am not a hero.]

"Do you want to continue watching?" Naya asked calmly.

Lin Xingtao said: "Wang Xichen in other worlds does not need to know this." Including the one in the foundation.

Because it is too sad, people can still struggle to distinguish whether it is Zhao Lue or Lin Xingtao when they are alive, but they can only think about death when they die.

When they occasionally learn what they have done in other worlds, when Zhao Lue in their own world is still alive, or when it has nothing to do with Lin Xingtao, they don't need to know that they have almost collapsed because of the death of a person.

Those who have the heart to imagine how people who care about them will be sad after their death and feel proud of it are spoiled children.

Lin Xingtao doesn't like others crying for him.

A few days later, the coffin was carried back to China.

On the mountain road in the capital, there appeared a group of people wearing black clothes, with white flowers on their chests, and they were grief-stricken.

Old people, middle-aged people, teenagers, children... They did not attract people's attention.

Because many people died every day, and the one who died now was just one of them.

He was not yet old enough to contribute to society, and he did not have time to leave behind something that belonged to him. Although he had an extraordinary family background, he was not worth disturbing people other than his relatives and friends.

The world would not be more or less if he were added or removed. Only a few people who lost him would feel as if they had lost the whole world.

Lin Xingtao listened to the crying and watched Naya draw a flower with the pen. He followed Zhao Yanjia silently and secretly presented his flower to her.

The flower trembled in the cold wind. Naya turned around and shouted in the crowd: "Cthulhu must die!"

The long river of time and space flowed again, and the huge head rose again at the end of the mountain range.

The swollen huge claws grabbed a huge figure with a green body, tentacles on the head, and a pair of tattered wings behind it from the long river.

That was Cthulhu sleeping under the water.

Naya pulled it out.

At the same time, there was also a huge figure of Cthulhu at the other end of the long river of time and space. There, the six-winged angel crashed the flaming sword into Cthulhu's body. Cthulhu's body was broken into pieces, twitching and trying to overlap, but wailing in the raging flames, squeezed into the gate from which he came.

——On this side of the door, on this side of the long river of time and space, Cthulhu was pulled up, and his swollen claws completely crushed the pile of green.

“Bang.