Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

Last night, due to the coastal hurricane warning, I talked about the past with the two people who had to stay at home temporarily. After the wine and food were gone, several ashtrays were filled with cigarette butts, and it was almost dawn. Seeing that the rain had subsided, Dylan boarded a private plane to Lisbon on the Air Express app. From then on, I accompanied the two of them and drove to the civil airport.

Évora Airport is located 2.2 miles east of the city. It is a small airport with two sandy runways. It has also hosted the Portuguese Air Show in the past. On the weekends during Thermidor, it often becomes the venue for several nearby universities. A center for students to engage in skydiving and glider activities. The two of them left the Citroën Silver Spotted Tiger in the box so that they could pick it up directly from the airport when they come to see me next time.

Accompanied by the roar of the aircraft engine, the medium-sized business jet streaked across the runway, pierced the sky, and disappeared out of sight behind a flash of lightning. I put out my cigarette, climbed into my old car, and started walking slowly back towards the road.

It was close to five o'clock at this time, and the sky became bright early in the summer morning. Although the environment was dark, it was horrifyingly pale. The scenery at both ends of the ramp became completely devoid of perspective, like a plain watercolor painting, monotonous and dull. People are depressed. I suddenly had the idea to get out of the car and walk home alone. I saw the door light in front of the gardener's garden was on, and his youngest son was moving rows of plastic trellises into the back of the car, so I said hello. Presuming there was something wrong with the brakes, he parked the car in the backyard and picked it up in the afternoon or tomorrow.

In this small town that is as sleepy as the Middle Ages, I have always been a foreigner. In other words, every place where I have spilled my blood, blood, and brains is someone else's country. Do people really have the so-called sense of belonging? Or has it been the dust of the world since birth? Even if she returns to her nominal hometown, is she in Naples or Lyon?

I am a person who cannot tell who I am, and even the wife who is by my side is a stranger. I am just using someone else's appearance to occupy his past life, so I dare not touch her easily for fear of causing consequences. A strong feeling of guilt inside. This often makes my wife suffer. She always wonders, will I find a new love? Or was my sexual orientation slowly changing during my extended outing? Looking at this lovely wife who is twelve years younger than me, I am speechless.

During the tragic deep-sea battle, what I clearly saw was Alex who was crushed under the rotten iron wall. He was holding his daughter of unknown origin and yelling at me: Get out of here. It is your responsibility to find all ways to remedy the situation. Initiate a world fission and bring home all the people who died tragically while choosing Mosina. Don’t let your friends’ sacrifices be in vain.

I also knew that continuing to stay would not help, so I used the inherent pendant mirror of Mu Continent to blast open all the vortex teeth through the final bubble capsule, until I rushed into the shallow sea and floated to the surface. When I was fished out by my own people who were patrolling nearby, I saw team doctor Komunen and sniper Jin who were holding me but were already dead, and I suddenly felt a sense of ominousness. And when I was completely dragged to the beach, everyone around me was calling me Major Alex. At that time, I already understood that whether I thought about it or not, whether I wanted to or not, the world was split again!

"Where is Lin Rui?"A huge man jumped in and out of the ambulance, waving his arms, twisting my collar and yelling:"Where is he?"

In this way, my identity became Alex in this world, and it was me who died tragically in the deep sea. So I inexplicably became what Dylan said, the kind of coward who only cares about his own escape regardless of his brothers. In the end, he had to go Accept the judgment of fate.

This is why I have the deep memories of both Alex and Lin Rui.

This is an upside-down world. People who died in the past have been resurrected, and everyone who is alive has died. However, there are still some People, completely disappeared from this world forever, so miserable that they became anonymous, and all traces were wiped clean.

Where is my home? Can old Hollisman accept the person in front of him who speaks with a French accent? I am A person who was stigmatized and killed his own son. What about the shabby house on the outskirts of Zagreb? It was just a countryside, and few people were known to him. As for Lyon's former residence, it was already a tomb covered with moss. In an instant, I became the wanderer I was a few decades ago again.

In this way, I exiled myself with a tragic injury, and lived silently with my wife in Évora, the home of the Curia people. This city was originally The ancient city that once wanted to capture me here, the source of disaster, is also the corner of the world where hope currently exists.

Sometimes when I wake up in the dark, I will remember him. Alex can still remain calm despite being seriously injured. Although I stole I have lost his life, but I am the only one who remembers the real him. Isn’t this an irony? Isn’t he more pitiful than anyone else?

Originally, I thought I could find the next Key to the Wheel of Time soon. A book, or a place, or even a person, to end this nightmare, to welcome back my best friends and return to a normal life. As a result, I couldn't even find the emerald flower, and this guy turned into a tassel like the foam in the sea. , disappeared without a trace from the world.

And I know that he must be dormant, watching me silently in the dark, waiting for the next opportunity.

These alone are not enough to make people despair, what is even crazier is that the former employer - the company , stood on the opposite side of me in this fission. This is a world where the country is controlled by chaebol groups. The government is almost all divided up by 25 top international groups. They have the largest resources and control the media. A well-trained army and next-generation artificial intelligence can crush all opposition at any time like a cockroach. Therefore, Évora, which is highly polluted by the bizarre technology of the era, has become a place where I can survive.

For these reasons, it becomes difficult to break down barriers and initiate another fission of the world. All the people and things that can play a role are like kites with broken strings dancing in the sky, and unknowingly, year after year is wasted. I have become haggard mentally and physically, and my physical strength is not as good as before. The most terrible thing is that now I am just an ordinary person, and even the sharp eyes I was born with have been taken away.

The dark building behind the Bone Church has It is clearly visible that they are the ruins of the courtyard of the Kuria elders. The chimneys no longer raise smoke, and the small windows are sadly open. The gravel layer on the road has disappeared, and weeds and moss are everywhere. The beech trees are open. In the embrace, random branches hang down to block the way, and the gnarled roots are like the claws of a skeleton.

Everything has long been empty, everything is dead.

Some saints like to say that the dreams that the world pursues with great difficulty are only a kind of harm to life. So what if I find it back? It's just a boring move that wastes one's energy and body. Although people standing in front of it cannot understand it, even those of us who know its details rarely talk about it. But that is a sign of the dark world, the phantom pain of loss, countless vivid figures have been forgotten, and gradually become boring.

I decided to stay in the rain for a while, silently lit a cigarette, smelled the familiar scent of water and dew since I was a child, and walked slowly towards it. When entering the short tunnel, the exit in the distance became a spot of light. The feeling of darkness was so familiar. It suddenly recalled the feeling I had when I first walked into a hotel in North Carolina many years ago.

Both Alex and Lin Rui admit at least on this point that this hotel in Charlotte is the best in the world.Rarely.

A warm and moist arm wrapped softly around my wrist. When I looked back, I saw that it was my wife. She is holding an umbrella and standing behind me

"Last night, I was very angry, but I shouldn't have ignored them. After all, your friends rarely come here. You won't blame me, right? I think if you were going to the airport to see someone off, you would probably still come here, so come and see, you are indeed here"

"go home."I caressed her beautiful face, kissed her deeply, and sighed:"You don't have to do anything today. I will cook. After drinking all night, I also plan to blow some cool breeze to cool my head. Wake up and have a good sleep in the afternoon."

The deep and silent short tunnel is like strong black coffee. It feels so far away, yet so familiar.

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