Chapter 12 Birthday

Shu Mo didn't know how much shock he had brought to the people on the road. He was walking home and felt a little distracted.

Today he lived another day. Shu Mo was sitting on the train. The carriage seemed very empty and the streets were very quiet. It took a while to go from the laboratory to the train station, and it took even longer to take the train back to Shu Mo's residence from the laboratory. Shu Mo often came home after working overtime. On the way, the carriage was almost empty. There were only a few drunken men sitting in the corner, with their heads lowered and shoulders next to each other, busy rubbing the saliva from their faces onto each other.

The sky was completely dark, and two artificial moons hung in the sky, emitting bright moonlight. At the end of the carriage were rows of old but clean seats. Shu Mo turned his head and looked out the window. This was originally just an ordinary action. , but the young man was stunned for a second.

Because he saw a meteor shower falling from the sky.

What kind of scene was that? Each meteor was flying rapidly, creating an extremely dazzling light, as if the stars were falling, illuminating the entire city with extremely bright colors. Shu Mo looked a little dazed. It had been a long, long time since he had seen such a grand meteor shower, not to mention that there was no notice for the meteors this time.

Countless meteors left a clear star mark, and the edge of each meteor ignited itself as it passed through the air. The edge trembled vaguely, emitting a dazzling light in the night sky.

It was like a little surprise that broke into Shu Mo's life. Shu Mo couldn't help but put his head to the window and take a look. He wanted to share this little joy with others, but when he turned his head, I realized that there was no one else in the carriage, and the conductor was still lying in the front carriage, fast asleep.

All right.

Shu Mo turned around and found that in just a few minutes, the meteor shower like falling stars had disappeared. It was all like his hallucination.

He was a little confused, but the young man was still in a good mood. After the train arrived at the station, the man limped and dragged his right leg, squeezed through the narrow corridor, walked up the steps very slowly, and returned to his small residence. He skillfully lowered himself from the mat. He took out the key and opened the door. After walking into the room, he saw the drawings scattered on the floor. That was the mess he left behind before leaving in a hurry before going to work today.

Shu Mo lowered his head and picked up the drawings one by one. Each drawing page had a pattern similar to an airship or a hot air balloon (there was originally a train, but that was rejected by Shu Mo). After putting it away, he sat on the chair and looked at the things that occupied most of the living room with some distress.

It was a semi-finished product that was half-built and the shape could not yet be seen.

"What should we do?" The black-haired young man frowned, but in the end decided to let nature take its course. He sighed and stood up to see what food was in the refrigerator. However, he was stunned when he opened the refrigerator.

Because there is a piece of cake in the refrigerator.

Yes, Shu Mo thought, today is his birthday.

But even Shu Mo himself forgot about it, and no one else even noticed it. Shu Mo suddenly recalled what Xi said to him before, and realized that Xi was the only one who said birthday to him today. Happy people.

He looked at the piece of cake intently, and after a moment of silence, he took it out. He looked at the piece of cake and scratched his head. After turning his head and looking around, he took one from the shelf. A high-heat metal strip acts as a candle.

Shu Mo lit the candle, and the whole cake exploded with dazzling light. The man watched it gradually extinguish with an expressionless face. The young man's attitude was a little casual. In fact, he didn't care much about this little thing.

But... Shu Mo thought, he still had to celebrate, after all, someone wished him a happy birthday.

After the metal bar burned to the last point, it emitted a warm light, and the warm white color swayed in front of Shu Mo's eyes. He looked at the light and suddenly thought, Xi is such a good person...

The man turned on the player, and this flower The TV, which cost Shu Mo half a month's salary, immediately started playing programs. Of course, the programs it played were mostly boring programs, or some news from the top...

Shu Mo thought and saw the host on the screen saying:

"Today "It's the 22nd birthday of the eldest son of the Henia family!" When he heard this name, Shu Mo's movements stopped for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

"We are very honored to be invited to this party. It is said that the head of the Henia family loves his eldest son very much. This banquet was carefully organized by him a few stars ago. All the decorations at the banquet were made by Zeli Created by a master..."

The camera slowly moved forward, showing the luxury and exquisiteness of this banquet without missing a beat. Shu Mo even saw the protagonist of this banquet, who stood in the center and welcomed everyone with a smile. His blessing.

Shu Mo's eyes fell on the other person's face. After staring for a while, he suddenly found that the other person's eyes were like his, except that the other person's eyes were dark blue.

At the edge of the banquet, the gorgeously dressed Henia couple walked out one after another. Shu Mo suddenly felt a little tired, so he turned off the TV, and the man realized that the candles had burned out, but he had not had time to make a wish.

"It's really troublesome." Shu Mo rubbed his brows. He lit a candle again, looked at the fire in front of him, and finally showed a bright smile:

"No matter what." Shu Mo said, "Wish me the best today. ...Happy birthday."

He lowered his head and blew out the candle - and then didn't blow it out because the metal bar burned too hard.

And the man didn't make a wish. As for what he wanted to wish for... Anyway, save it for now.

"Upper level." Shu Mo looked out the window and looked at the two moons in the sky: "How annoying."

The speeding train crossed Area C, Area B and then Area A. The tunnel was like a tunnel lying on the ground. The iron dragon, the train roared above.

Twelve sat in the luxury car at the front, his face ashen.

What happened today was not just that she failed to complete the master's task. She thought, Xi, a Rizhu with such a distinguished status actually chose to protect a blasphemer. This was incomprehensible to Twelve's mind. She must tell Lord Feishi the whole story.

I hope she can forgive her incompetence. Thinking of this, Twelve's face turned pale. She was biting away at the resentment in her heart, but suddenly she heard a strange sound: someone's footsteps came from the train in front?

This is not her imagination! The woman sat upright in an instant and looked up at the door of the carriage. Then she saw a white hunter carrying a shabby suitcase walking in from the door. When he walked into the house, he took off the white hat on his head and fanned it. Fan, the man's silver hair shines in the moonlight projected from the window.

——Extremely lush.

Like all social animals who hurried home but were called back to the company to work overtime by their bastard boss, Maya, the white hunter, said helplessly: "Working overtime is very tiring -"

and he had just arrived home.

Hunter Bai complained a few words, put the hat back on his head, tightened his large coat, and looked at Twelve in front of him. Under the moonlight, his eyes underwent subtle changes, and his pupils slowly moved toward the center. They gathered together and looked like a pair of... vertical pupils.

"Very good." The man's eyelids blinked twice from bottom to top, and he said, "I'm sorry, my bastard boss asked me to kill you..."

There was an apology in his tone: "I don't I know where you offended him, but my boss’s temper is indeed not very good. Alas, you are so unlucky.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a blood-stained dagger from his back. It was the weapon of the Red Hunter. Maya looked down and realized that she had taken the wrong weapon of someone else. He smiled apologetically, inserted the dagger back, and pulled it out again. A long knife.

"You want to kill me?" The woman sat there and looked at him, the smile on her face gradually becoming sarcastic: "I am Lord Feishi's messenger."

Her eyes began to ignite with flames, like magma-like heat condensing in them. . Maya waved the long knife in her hand casually and said, "Yes."

As if dealing with a Star Pillar messenger was a simple matter.

"Oh, it's so troublesome."

The man complained as he walked towards the woman. The face was cut by the moonlight flashing outside the window, changing from dark to bright, and then from bright to dark. When he finally walked in front of Twelve, The woman realized that she seemed to have seen this face before.

She was in a daze for a moment, looking at the person in front of her. The strong look on her face suddenly stopped, and she said in disbelief:

"You, you...?!"

The train's alarm sounded, and the guards guarding the other carriages Rushing towards the car at the front, the man at the front knocked open the door, and then he smelled a burning smell.

He looked forward, and then felt a sense of disbelief. Is this a containment room for pollutants? Otherwise, why would the entire carriage feel as if it had been burned by fire? The metal melted into wax oil and melted on the ground. A big hole was broken in the carriage, revealing the scenery outside. The guard was shocked to see a silver-haired man he had never met sitting in the carriage. The man, whose right hand was already covered in scales, was sitting with his feet up on the only intact chair, carefully flipping through the latest upper-class newspaper.

With a clicking sound, the scales on the man's arms were like glowing gems with bright red light flowing around the edges, igniting a corner of the newspaper. After the white hunter raised his face and glanced at it casually, he continued to pinch the slowly Burning newspapers watched.

"The Henia family's eldest son's birthday party? Oh my god, haven't they already given birth to a child before? Now they treat that child as if it never existed. The upper class is really having fun."

There was no trace of the woman in the carriage. There was only a charred corpse at his feet. Maya turned another page: "The life factory was destroyed by pollutants, resulting in a large number of secondary contaminated embryos missing?"

"Ah, how interesting." Maya clicked her tongue in surprise. He knew the urine properties of the upper class. If the released The news was that someone had to urinate urgently, so the poop should actually have been in his pants//crotch. Only sub-contaminated embryos escaped? No, perhaps the most dangerous experimental subject has escaped from the Life Factory, so other things need to be used to conceal this matter.

Thinking that a group of monsters might have crashed into the city or the wilderness and wreaked havoc, Maya clicked her tongue: "It's so exciting..."

More and more guards gathered together. No matter how they searched, they couldn't find the woman who was still in the car just now. What does it mean when the Star Pillar's messengers are killed on their train? Thinking of this, the guard almost roared: "Catch him!"

"Oh, it's so troublesome..."

The man wanted to put down the newspaper, but accidentally crushed it with his hand. He paused and simply put the whole newspaper down. Crushed a piece of paper, Maya stood up slowly, shook off the blood stains on the long knife: "I'll work overtime for a while."

——Upper

floor, second floor, Area A Laboratory.

In the large containment room, a line of words suddenly appeared on a mural placed in the containment room. The experimenter who had been watching the mural quickly stood up and prepared to record it. At this moment, a tall figure opened the door and walked in. , and said to him: "Let me do it."

A low and elegant voice like a cello slowly sounded, and the experimenter turned his head in confusion. When he saw the purple-haired man next to him, he was shocked: "Sir Greedy!"

The tall figure with purple hair walked straight towards this side, apparently wanting to read the writing on the mural.

The experimenter hesitated, but the man had already stood in front of the mural, then turned his head and stared at him without saying a word. Under the gaze of those green eyes, he could only choose to turn around and leave. The purple-haired man turned back and stared at the mural. A new line of words appeared on the page, and a pair of eyes blinked slowly:

[The Holy Cicada...has been...born...]

[Don't forget...]

[Your promise...]

Under the purple-haired man's long, smooth hair, A pair of clear eyes suddenly opened up. They were eyes as clear and clean as crystals. The green deposited in them was like gems, reflecting different shades of brilliant colors in the changes of light.

Greedy fingers landed on this line of words, and the next second, the writing on the mural slowly changed.

Today, the Holy Cicada was finally born.

Greedy sighed softly, and his eyes slowly opened wide, filled with dark emotions, among which there was only pure desire.

"Holy Cicada..."

The man muttered lowly, but the door opened at this moment, and the experimenter's figure reappeared. He held the record just now and said:

"Sir Greedy, I think I still need to record..."

The purple-haired man The man slowly turned his face and looked at the visitor. The moment he was stared at by those silver eyes, the experimenter's breathing froze. After a moment of silence, with the experimenter frozen in cold sweat, he greedily stepped forward and revealed himself again. That mural.

"Thank... thank you."

The experimenter approached tremblingly. He was about to write down the words again, but suddenly found:

"The prophecy on the mural... seems to have changed?"

The man was puzzled. , but the shadow-like figure had already left, and given him a hundred courages, he would not dare to ask Greedy what he had just seen. After the experimenter was silent for a moment, he finally chose to cross out the one he had just recorded. words, and then write down the newly emerged murals.

"The old gods are dying, and the new gods are crowned..."

His pen had just written this line when he suddenly fell silent.

…Is this something he can write?

He just comes here to work!

The experimenter stared blankly at the line he had written. When he realized how rebellious the words were, he was so frightened that he almost dropped his pen and let out a scream. The man looked at O-09-IO in front of him - When he saw the price of truth, his eyes were completely filled with fear.

However, O-09-IO-The Price of Truth did not pay attention to how sad the experimenter felt. The handwriting that appeared on the mural continued, and the unique ancient language used when the old dynasty collapsed an unknown number of years ago was like Like a prophecy that spanned thousands of years, deep and shallow traces were carved into the mural:

[The old gods will pass away, and the new gods will be crowned.

The pillars will collapse, and the tower will collapse completely...

until...]

​​When the prophecy was written here, the writing on the mural suddenly froze, and then the writing after that was covered with inexplicable filth. He is very Riddler, very worthy of a beating, Very excessive.

The experimenter was dumbfounded, and he continued to guard here. When he realized that the stains on the mural could not be removed, he finally chose to report the news after breaking the pot.

Outside the room, the purple-haired man walked out of the laboratory. He raised his face and looked at the bright moon in the sky. After a moment of silence, Greedy whispered as if talking to himself:

"Happy birthday."