Cyber Heroes

When Xiang Shan heard the word "xiang", he stopped his killing move, changed his stance and looked towards the side that made the sound.

He did not expect that his identity could be concealed forever, but that it could be revealed in the most chivalrous way when necessary. A little surprise is acceptable, no big deal.

But when he heard the name "Uncle Xiang", Xiang Shan felt a tremor bursting out from deep in his heart.

The magnetic field separates the metal aerosol in front of Xiangshan. Xiangshan still maintained his posture, but his aggressiveness disappeared at this moment.

A person...probably a woman walked over slowly.

Her posture was unlike anyone Xiangshan had seen in the past three years. Along with the destruction of culture, disciplines from society also cease to exist. People living in this era can only rely on intuition to choose a "non-offensive" way to communicate with others.

But in the manner in which this woman moved, there were still some "etiquette" from the old age.

This is a very subtle difference that only the enhanced brain of an expert can accurately identify.

This woman, like Xiang Shan, comes from the "past."

——Who is it... who is... whose daughter...

Xiangshan unconsciously pressed his forehead with one hand. Not everyone in Superman's inner circle has descendants. Some people have dedicated their lives to the truth, and when they come back to their senses, they have missed the stage where ordinary people are looking for a partner. Some people are busy with their affairs and have no energy to raise the next generation.

Of course, the benchmark human lifespan of four hundred years achieved by Yawgmoth is also the reason why they "don't panic".

Many people plan to wait until genetic modification surgery is thoroughly studied before considering it.

But there are also several people who have descendants.

——This title... Lao Chen's... no... is...

An image of the past is superimposed on this metal body.

It was a young woman wearing a white shirt and black skirt.

Xiangshan seemed to see the past.

The girl walked into the office and bowed slightly to her side: "Uncle Xiang, Uncle Klein. Thank you for giving me this opportunity..."

David hugged the girl with tears in his eyes: "No, you did it yourself... We really didn't do anything. Xiang Shan and I only found out yesterday that you had won this position. It's really amazing. ,Small……"

--who is it……

Take a step back toward the mountain.

He once again had visions of four years. At that time, he was sitting on the helicopter, grabbing the shoulders of a teenage girl, looking at the huge white tent getting closer and closer: "Thankfully the security level of this place is low enough, so I can bring you here. Although your father has only worked here for a year and has not made any special achievements. But it is here that I met her. Let me tell you the story of me and your father. "

--who is it……

Lu Xuanyu quickly knocked down several bad boys who came over. The metal prosthetics all over the body are more intimidating than the fully armed armor. A few gangsters left in a pissed mess. But they didn't know that the police had been waiting at the corner of the street for a long time.

In fact, the police had already found the little girl who had run away from home. However, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs specifically stated that this little girl was involved in many things, so they did not follow the normal procedures and followed her from a distance "so as not to scare her." They notified the little girl's family, but they didn't expect that the little girl seemed to have conflicts with the delinquent boys of the same age.

Xiang Shan grabbed the little girl's wrist. The little girl didn't say anything, but kept trying to pull her arm out.

"Your mother..."

"You are also a big liar." The little girl interrupted, "I remember you. Dad's friend. Liar."

--Why……

The bottom layer of the memory is a video file.

At that time, Director Xiang still lived in a highly confidential campus. One day, he received such a video, so he asked others to watch it.

Zhu Xinyu was beside him and poked his ribs with her elbow: "Hey, is this the 'linguist friend' you mentioned? Is this really a linguist and not an athlete?"

"Don't make trouble." Xiangshan waved his hand and activated the play button with gesture instructions.

Kanbaru-san is holding a baby. Among the Japanese that Xiangshan had ever seen, Kanbaru was the strongest. But there was nothing disharmonious about the way he held the baby carefully.

This man seemed to be even more tanned than he remembered.

"Hi, Shan, Yog. Long time no see. A big event happened recently, a big event in my life, so I really want to share it with my best friends - you should also see it. I am a father. "

Xiang Shan grinned: "One or two people got married so early, and some even divorced. What kind of bad living habits..."

Kanhara's face was filled with a happy smile: "This is my daughter. I gave her a name, 'Kotonoha' (kotonoha), the Chinese characters are 'Words' (Chinese), 'Language' and '花叶' '."

"A Western scholar once asked a Japanese scholar, 'Does Japanese have concepts equivalent to language and spray in Western culture? If not, how do you experience the concept that Westerners talk about'? And Japanese scholars Then tell him that we have a word here called "kotoba". Westerners find this concept difficult to understand. The word "ye" simply means "leaves" and "petals", which are linked together like cherry blossoms or plum blossoms. Flowers. And what is 'koto'? Can it be interpreted as the language spoken by Westerners? This question seems to be very important. The cognitive function of human beings is really amazing."

"In the eyes of Western scholars, language is the abode of existence. But in the eyes of our ancient ancestors, language is like flowers and leaves, as if it actually exists. Japan has an ancient writing called 'Man Ye Kana'…”

"I thought I would devote my life to the origin of mankind. But a few days ago, I actually saw an existence as beautiful as those ancient languages ​​and my own ideals. I gave this name that best reflects our culture This little guy..."

Kanhara lovingly rubbed the baby's face with his fingers.

Take another step back toward the mountain.

That baby…that little girl…that young woman…

At this moment, he was connected with the enemy in front of him.

I don't know if it was real or an illusion, but Xiangshan felt an unexplained pain. He held his forehead and backed away again.

Then, he hesitated and asked: "Yan...Ye?"