The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

Rushing out of the city hall cafeteria and all the way to the open-air parking lot, Dr. Akagi got into the car arranged by the city hall with full of anger. Casper, who was a guard, naturally wanted to follow, but he was hugged by a pile of Canned Michael stopped.

The subordinates and staff who followed him took the can in his hand. He shook his hand, looked at the impatient Mikael, and asked with some anxiety:

"Well... Mr. Casper... I would like to ask, do you and Dr. Akagi have any special needs for your accommodation?"

"Um?"

Mikael raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "You haven't arranged accommodation for us yet?"

"No no no no!"

Michael put his hands on his chest and shook his head together.

"The place where you two will stay has been chosen a long time ago - there is a health resort area specially opened for the Fire Chaser warriors in the coastal area in the west of Third New Paradise City, and several villas have been decorated. Although the distance is a bit far, the scenery there is very good, and the villa is more convenient to live in. I just want to ask if you two have any special requirements, such as what to put in the room. "

"That's not true."

Mikael's expression relaxed and he asked knowingly:

"Why do you have to go so far away? Is there no hotel or anything like that in the city?"

I don’t know if it was because this question was too wise. Michael was stunned for more than ten seconds before he gritted his molars and answered:

"You two may not know something. Nowadays, everything is subject to a strict material rationing system. There are no hotels for a long time!"

"Oh why?"

Michael stared at Mikael's face for a long time. He knew that it was rude of him to do so, but not to mention the inexplicable inquiring attitude of the man in front of him, the questions he asked were so simple that Michael didn't know what to do for a moment. How to explain.

No, it’s not that he doesn’t know how to explain it, but it means that this question is full of the flavor of knowingly asking, which makes Michael have to wonder whether there is a deeper meaning in his words, but he is too stupid to taste it. Not coming out.

"Don't think too much."

This seems to be something Mikael has said twice in the afternoon. Now he repeats it again. I don't know if it is a mantra or a profound reminder.

"Well, Dr. Akagi and I are affiliated with Poison Chrysalis. We have not had contact with the outside world for a long time, so we naturally don't know much about the outside world."

"oh oh!"

Although it is a bit far-fetched to say this, at least it can be rounded off.

Besides...

Michael gritted his teeth and warned himself in his mind - "Only this once!"

He turned around and looked around. All of his subordinates had already moved away tacitly, forming a circular human wall with a radius of tens of meters around the car.

But he was still worried and said close to Mikael's ear:

"Mr. Casper, think about it, what is the hotel used for?"

"Food and accommodation."

"Yes! Yes! That's it! But whether you plan to eat in a hotel or stay in a hotel, you need to have two necessities - time and money!"

"Well?"

"Currencies have become waste paper now - they have devalued to the point where they are cheaper than toilet paper, so much so that people would rather use paper money to wipe their butts! The hard currencies on the market today are various cans, biscuits and other foods, There are also food stamps that can be exchanged for supplies, but these are things that ordinary people would rather hoard than use... Yes, that's right, we have regressed back to a physical economy. "

"As far as I know, various types of real estate mortgage bonds, gemstones, real gold and silver and other precious metals still have a certain value."

Mikael's words are not groundless, otherwise Eden would not still be a rich woman until now. The real estate she holds is just that. Those gems, gold and silver are not things that only Pado wants.

By selling off these properties, Eden's personal financial resources also supported the progress of several projects of Mebius and Velvet.

After all, everyone knows that gold cannot be used as food, but everyone also knows that gold is hidden in troubled times. When the price of gold plummets, there are always people who can't help but want to buy it, not to mention that these precious metals do have real production needs - there are many special alloys and the production of many equipment that require the use of gold and silver.

but……

"Mr. Casper, do you think ordinary people would have these things in their hands?"

"..."

"Besides, even if according to the latest regulations, the corresponding materials are allowed to be exempted from labor, everyone with a discerning eye knows that this regulation is for those wealthy people who receive C-level and above materials. Most of them need to work in exchange for D-level materials. People have to work at least twelve hours a day and had almost no holidays before. After the introduction of this regulation, they have one day of holiday a week. Do you think they would rather sleep at home and play games at this time, or go out to live? Where is the hotel?”

After saying this in rapid succession, Michael felt his whole body heat up, and his face turned red as expected.

Mikael, who was standing opposite him, looked down at the tips of his shoes without saying a word.

It was only then that the emotion called fear spread from Michael's heart, and he began to hurriedly search his memory, recalling whether he had spoken too loudly and whether he would be heard.

As for why I said this and why I dared to say this, I can only blame it on myself being temporarily distracted and crazy.

"Is this so..."

Mikael shook his head, patted his shoulder, and said seriously:

"Don't think too much, let's go. It's getting late. Dr. Akagi has been waiting for us for so long, and I'm afraid he won't be able to wait any longer."

Michael didn't even listen to what he said next. All he could think about now was "Don't think too much."

If I remember correctly, this was the fourth time "Casper" had repeated this sentence in just a few hours.

A writer once said, "If a pistol appears in a story, it must be fired."

Although this is a technique in novels, in reality, even if a gun appears, it does not have to be fired. Otherwise, the world would have been in chaos, and guns would be drawn and fired everywhere. The scene must be more exciting than a fireworks show. .

But this is just a mechanical application. Its real meaning should be - there is a strong connection between things. Nothing, no thing, and no sentence will appear without reason.

Whatever appears in front of you, no matter whether it is reasonable or not, must have some meaning. It just depends on whether you can discover it yourself.

So, what is the meaning of the phrase "Don't think too much" that the man in front of me keeps repeating?

Once this question appeared in my mind, it took root so deeply that I could no longer ignore it, let alone uproot it and dispel it.

With such a muddled mood, he didn't know what he did next. He only knew that when his thoughts returned to normal again, the sound of the waves was constantly washing against his eardrums, and there were black holes all around, and he couldn't see the sea at all. After careful inspection, I found that the car had stopped at the door of a majestic villa with no light coming from it.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he realized that he was actually squeezed into the back seat of the car with two special correspondents.

Turning his head, the scars on "Casper's" face were hidden in the dim light and shadow, with only the pair of exceptionally bright eyes reflecting the light tirelessly.

"It's getting late, so I won't bother you anymore. We can just rest by ourselves. Don't think too much about it."

"Don't think too much, don't think too much, don't think too much, don't think too much..."

Such a simple word, as if it had some kind of magic, began to circulate in his mind, so that he actually sat in the car blankly, watching the two special correspondents decline the others. With help, he walked into the villa and closed the door.

"..."

"Mr. Alderman? Are you okay?"

Also sitting in the car was the unknown driver. His body was upright, but his eyes were looking at Michael wildly through the rearview mirror.

"Mr. Mayor, you don't look good. Do you need to ask the city hall to prepare some medicine?"

"Need not!"

Michael's whole body trembled. He was already tall, and his head hit the roof of the car.

He thought it would be very painful, but he didn't expect it to be anything more than minor. There wasn't even a trace of pain that could be called pain.

After all, the ceiling of the car is different from that of the house, and is covered with a thick layer of cushions.

"Let's go back to the city hall first."

He tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible, then curled up into the corner of the back seat and covered his face with his hands, as if to avoid all light.

"Mr. Alderman? Are you really okay?"

"It's okay, I just have the old headache. Well, as you know, it's a problem that started in the early years, and medicine can't cure it."

"Then it's still the same as before. How about you find two girls to give you a massage?"

"..."

It was obviously a process that he could no longer get used to, but Michael felt a trace of disgust for no reason.

No, it didn't come out of nowhere, and it wasn't the first time I had this feeling of disgust.

He knew very well that this feeling of disgust had actually always existed in his heart. It was the rift that would inevitably form when a normal person's values ​​conflicted with his own behavior.

However, the pleasure brought by the previous satisfaction of desires was too powerful, and the shadow cast by their huge bodies completely covered up the crack, so that he did not notice it until today.

But why did I notice it today? Why is it today?

After slowly reversing, the driver gently turned the steering wheel, the wheels drew a perfect arc on the ground, turned around and drove away from the villa.

Bright lights were lit in the villa, illuminating the road the car was about to pass. Michael couldn't help but look out through the car window. The rough stone pavement seemed to be painted with a layer of bright paint, and the halo Like a dancing candle, it changes its shape all the time.

But why on the ground...

Only then did he belatedly discover the "white nets" lingering in front of the window.

To be precise, it was the rain that kept intertwining in the dark night, illuminated by the bright light of the villa behind me.

"When did it rain?"

"Huh? Don't you know, Lord Mayor? It was raining when you came out of the city hall."

"oh."

Michael didn't think much and continued to look at the raindrops that were blown away by the wind and then gathered together by the wind.

It's funny to say that these raindrops can't help themselves in mid-air, and only a negligible wind can carry them to distant places.

It's like drifting with the flow of life.

But no matter what, the final outcome of the raindrops is nothing more than falling to the ground, being smashed to pieces on the ground, and then the bodies are merged into the soil through the gaps in the stone slabs, and then undergo the next reincarnation. This is a fate that the rain cannot change.

This process of falling is involuntary, but whether you go with the flow or fight hard, the final result remains the same.

Wait a moment!

He felt a bright light burst out in his mind, and then he felt a pinprick-like pain on his scalp. His body curled up more and more, covering his head with both hands, and his fingers dug deeply into the fluffy blond hair, as if deep into the darkness. Mud, constantly searching in it, trying to salvage something extremely critical.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said with concern again:

"Mr. Alderman, are you okay?"

"I...it's okay..."

Michael finally found the problem.

"It started raining when we left City Hall?"

"yes!"

"It was raining when we got in the car?"

"Uh... it should be... yes?"

"Is it really raining?"

Michael kept asking questions, which made the driver doubt whether his memory was wrong. However, after searching his memory, he nodded again and said:

"My lord, I can confirm that it started to rain when we walked out of the city hall."

"Um...did you see Mr. Casper and I talking outside the car?"

"No, it's raining outside. How could you, my lord, talk to him outside? You guys got in the car right from the start. But we were also surprised at that time. You didn't take another car that was prepared, nor did you take the passenger seat. Instead of driving, I squeezed into the back seat with two special correspondents..."

"Didn't we talk in the car?"

"No."

Michael did not ask any more questions, nor did he make any response. He just shrank his body further into the darkness.

Got it, everything is understood.

In his memory, it didn't rain when everyone got in the car, and he and "Casper" stood outside the car and communicated for a long time - this is indeed a memory rooted in his mind and will never go wrong.

But in the driver's memory, it was obviously raining from the beginning, and he and "Casper" didn't have any communication and sat directly in the car.

Why do different people leave completely opposite memories at the same time and place?

The answer is obvious--

I have long heard that the Fire Chasing Moth has a large number of spiritual perception fusion warriors. Royger also said before that this kind of spiritual perception ability has little effect when dealing with unconscious Honkaimon, but it is not effective against humans. It is extremely terrifying in itself, and can completely change a person's thinking without anyone noticing.

So, since the fusion warriors with mental perception are so useful against humans themselves, then how could there be no fusion warriors with mental perception because they are poisonous chrysalis set up to deal with humans themselves?

"Ah……"

He should have thought of this.

But... was it his own consciousness that was disturbed, or the consciousness of others?

Is he talking to himself directly through his consciousness, or is the conversation between the two real and he is blocking others with his mental power?

There seems to be no need to dwell on this.

Because whether that exchange happened in reality or in consciousness, it really happened.

"Don't think too much, don't think too much, don't think too much, don't think too much..."

This damn curse resurfaced at some point and continued to chatter in his ears. But he couldn't resist it, because the more someone whispered this in his ear, the less able he was to control his thoughts and go back along the line of memory.

Yes, with long blond hair and green eyes, he does come from the Lichtenstein family.

But because he is an illegitimate child, he has been living in the slums for as long as he can remember. He does not know who his father is, nor who his mother is. He was abandoned when he was born, and all his parents left him was a blanket. , nothing else.

Now his memories of those hard days were blurred. He only remembered that he was adopted by an old man. When he was about eight years old, he was spotted by a rich man and was taken away from the slums.

Regarding this, there are still some fragments in his mind, a young man talking to the old man who adopted him, the van parked at the entrance of their shack, the side door wide open, unreservedly showing the bottomless darkness inside.

He heard his "adoptive father" arguing with the man, but when the other man took out a stack of paper, he instantly beamed.

Then he was taken into the car.

But that car was heading not to an easier life, but to hell.

If an eight-year-old child is bought away, what else can it be used for? What's more, he is indeed cute.

Because of his long blond hair and green eyes, he was deliberately packaged as a man from the Lichtenstein family and was semi-forced to learn a lot of aristocratic etiquette so that he could act realistically.

What's even more ironic is that a few years later, because of this "false identity", he got the opportunity to serve a master of the Lichtenstein family.

He also took this opportunity to be brought back to the Lichtenstein family and became the master's exclusive servant.

I thought that compared to the painful life before, this time would be at least easier.

At least he had no worries about food and clothing, and at least he only had to serve one person.

Moreover, although his status was low and his job was dirty, perhaps it was because he was good-looking and his fellow servants, whether they were uncles, aunts, or brothers and sisters, were also kind to him.

But the most unacceptable thing happened - as he grew older, he began to realize with horror that he looked more and more like his master, until almost all the servants could see it.

At first, his father didn't want to believe it, until he took him for a paternity test with the thought that "nothing would be lost anyway".

The answer is obvious, but this is still not the end of the pain - when he returns home, he finds that all the servants who knew him have been dismissed. He was close to adulthood at that time, and he was not completely ignorant of the family's behavior. How could he not understand the truth behind the so-called "dismissal"?

"..."

Even though nearly twenty years had passed, he still couldn't keep his breath steady when he thought about these things.

So, a year ago, under the operation of his guilty father and of course his own ability, he was successfully promoted to city official. With complicated thoughts, he went home to announce the good news as usual, but he found that the luxurious family hall in the past had changed. It became a pool of blood, and the elders who were the main stewards of the family were slaughtered, stepping on the blue forget-me-not soaked in blood...

It's more of a relief than a sadness.

However, what did this past bring him?

This was a question he used to think about every night, but now he has forgotten it for nearly ten years.

He didn't dare to say that he had experienced the real bottom. After all, he only stayed in the slums until he was eight years old. Although he lived a dirty life, he still had enough food and clothing.

If possible, he would also like to be a pure evil person like those colleagues, instead of embezzling a batch of materials and donating half of them according to his conscience, constantly enduring inner torture, and being scolded as both Stand again.

By the way, "Casper" has seen all this in the past, right?

Michael finally understood why he would subconsciously dodge every time the two of them looked at each other.

Because the other party's gaze with spiritual power can completely see through him. All his past, all his entanglements, and all his disguises are clearly visible to him.

And it was precisely because he saw the hidden things in his heart that "Casper" kept tempting him to say things that would be considered betrayal by his colleagues.

Even though that's just the truth that everyone knows.

never mind……

Those words...

I’ve said it all…

Michael sat up straight and reached out to hold the armrest on the roof of the car, "Turn around."

"Huh? Sir, what did you say?"

"Turn around!"