"But I'm not Han Wensheng either, we're not them anymore!" Han Wensheng let go of Yang Yurong, but his hands still grabbed Yang Yurong's shoulders.

"Let's go! Get out of here! Han Wensheng plucked up the courage and said seriously.

Yang Yurong's eyes widened, and she looked at this Han Wensheng in front of her in disbelief, this existence who had lost her mind because of love.

"What do you say? Do you know what you're talking about? ”

"I know, I said let's go! Get out of here! Go to a place where no one can find us! All right? Han Wensheng's tone didn't look like a joke.

Yang Yurong suddenly smiled, her smile was very desolate, and she struggled again, trying to get rid of Han Wensheng.

But Han Wensheng's strength was too great, and she eventually fell.

"Okay......" Yang Yurong's voice was dry, she lowered her head and stopped looking at Han Wensheng.

Han Wensheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and he immediately said: "Okay, you can agree, I'll go and arrange it, I'll come to pick you up in the evening, let's leave Aisivar and leave here!" ”

Yang Yurong didn't speak again, she nodded lightly, her body trembling slightly.

Han Wensheng hugged Yang Yurong again and comforted: "Don't be afraid, believe me, it's all over, we don't need to continue to torture ourselves, okay?" ”

Yang Yurong leaned into Han Wensheng's arms and nodded silently.

……

The onlooker Lin Sen saw it clearly, especially when Han Wensheng hurriedly left the ward with a smile, Yang Yurong's expression was not relieved, on the contrary, she looked very painful.

"Why did I come along?" Victoria stood beside Linson.

Lin Sen was speechless.

"But that's fine, it's better than us continuing to dive aimlessly, maybe Yang Yurong wants you to know something."

Lin Sen looked at Yang Yurong who was facing away from him on the hospital bed, this girl who looked very thin and weak, always gave people a feeling of pity and pity, and made people involuntarily protective, but in her petite body contained courage and strength that even Lin Sen was ashamed of.

It's not going to be a happy ending...... Lin Sen had already seen it through.

……

In the evening, Han Wensheng really came, and he was in a hurry, and his expression was more nervous than when he left in the morning.

As soon as he entered the room, he came to Yang Yurong's hospital bed and said to her: "Let's go, I'm ready, let's leave tonight." ”

Yang Yurong was also dressed neatly, she changed into an aqua blue long skirt, and smiled at Han Wensheng.

"Hmmm......"

Han Wensheng kissed Yang Yurong deeply on the forehead, and then took out a military concealment cloak to hide Yang Yurong. After the two left the hospital, they got into a black Corina Z1, and it was Lolo who was responsible for driving.

"Sir, are you really leaving?"

Han Wensheng replied, "Yes, I have made up my mind, take us away, Luo Luo." ”

"Good luck sir."

The vehicle drove slowly along the bustling streets of Eshingwar.

On the way, Han Wensheng, who was finally freed, kissed Yang Yurong fiercely, but he didn't notice that Yang Yurong, who was trying to respond to him, always kept her eyes open, looking at her lover silently with pity and pain.

Inside the car, Lin Sen looked away, he looked at the city he had never been to.

The bustling level here is dizzying.

After admiring a passionate kiss, Victoria asked softly, "You said that when a person dies, is it a resurrection with past memories and thoughts?" ”

Hearing this, Lin Sen replied without thinking: "For me, to die is to die, and there will be no resurrection." ”

"Why? Isn't she/he the same in the resurrection? Victoria didn't quite understand.

Lin Sen said: "It's different, even if you have the same appearance and memory? She is dead in my heart, this person is just a puppet, just deceiving herself. ”

"Heh......" Victoria's reaction didn't seem to agree with Lin Sen's statement, she said: "Then I have a different opinion from you, obviously she is alive, you can continue to be beautiful with her, but you choose a sadder ending, this is self-deception!" ”

Lin Sen shrugged noncommittally.

With different cognitive perspectives, it is difficult to have similar opinions, at least for Lin Sen, who has been vague about his self-identification for a long time.

The vehicle continued to move forward, and when it drove out of the metropolis and came to the Huanyu Elevated, Yang Yurong suddenly asked Han Wensheng: "Where are we going?" ”

Han Wensheng replied, "Go to my friend's." ”

"Friends?"

"Hmm...... Maybe it's just that I think of him as a friend, and he doesn't like to see me every time he sees me, but the only person I can trust now is him except you. Han Wensheng said and took out a photo.

Taken on antique film, the photo was developed and produced, and there was an uncle standing by the sea.

Lin Sen was not surprised to see this photo...... It's just curious why Han Wensheng didn't go with him.

As soon as the question arose, Lin Sen realized the answer.

He watched in silence as Lolo drove the car towards a pitch-black tunnel.

……

When the car drove out of the tunnel, the people in the car changed.

Han Wensheng is gone, and there is another Yang Yurong in the car.

But one was expressionless, with blood on her face, and the other looked tired and miserable, and she shrank in a corner in grief.

"We're disappointed in you, you didn't get the right thing right, and it put the plan at an impasse." Yang Yurong, who was expressionless, wiped her face and threw the white handkerchief out of the car.

Yang Yurong in the corner sobbed: "I'm sorry ......"

"No need, although our plan has been disrupted, the goal has been achieved, and dealing with this link is barely a variable, so you can go according to the established plan with peace of mind." Yang Yurong, who said this expressionless, opened the car door.

Lolo hurriedly braked, but by the time the car was parked, she was gone.

"Miss? Do we still want to continue to our destination? Lolo asked.

Yang Yurong wiped away her tears and said softly, "Let's go." ”

……

Memories disappear here again, and the world in front of you is still an unknown deep sea.

Victoria asked, "Do you see the truth?" ”

Lin Sen didn't speak, he might have answers, but those were still just guesses, so Lin Sen didn't answer, he continued down.

After about ten minutes of diving, black spots suddenly appeared on the bottom of the sea in front of me.

Lin Sen's first feeling was that he had met the black person he had before.

But this time, when he got closer, Lin Sen saw clearly that those black spots were not human beings, and there was no Yang Yurong at the level of a second continental plate.

They are the top of the towers, looking down like black dots, and when you get closer, you will find yourself in a forest of towers.

These tall straight white towers are perfectly spaced from each other, and their diameters are exactly the same. If it weren't for the presence of panes, Lin Sen would have thought they were just columns.

"Where is this?" Victoria asked nonsense.

Where she didn't know, how could Lin Sen be clear.

The two continued down the tower, this time quickly reaching the surface.

And this time the ground is no longer made of human hands, feet, torsos and skulls as before, the ground is covered with circles and triangles, which are distributed on the ground in a chaotic state.

"Ahh Victoria walked near a tower, and she raised her hand to touch the white tower, and then the white tower actually let out a sound that was like nothing.

"Huh? Interesting? Victoria cautiously touched the White Tower again, this time the rhythm was clear, and at the same time, the other White Towers around them also seemed to be affected, they responded at first, and soon, one to ten, ten to hundred, an invisible ripple pushed into the distance.

Lin Sen glanced at Victoria, and the two immediately formed a tacit understanding.

This time, it was Lin Sen who touched it, and Victoria was in charge of adding the track code to the melody as a "little tail".

When the ripples reappeared, the trajectory code traveled into the distance at breakneck speed.

Soon, Lin Sen once again appeared in front of his eyes.

This time, the place where Lin Sen is located is a bit more reliable!

Because the trajectory code has been transmitted for several minutes, spreading thousands of kilometers away, and still no margin of the area has been found.

So that means that this is the deepest part of the ocean of number order?!

Just as he was thinking about it, Lin Sen suddenly heard a note that was different from the one he touched appeared, although it was far away, but it was indeed not made by Lin Sen!

Moreover, the syllables of the rhythm are very familiar.

Lin Sen remembered it after a little recollection.

The syllable conveys the meaning "I am here ......"

It's my sister!

The surprise came very suddenly, and Lin Sen immediately followed the sound. Victoria followed closely behind Lin Sen, and she said a little worriedly, "Hey, what if it's fake?" What if it's a trap? ”

Lin Sen said: "No, these syllable code words are the tacit understanding that my sister and I reached when we were children, it not only has a fixed meaning, but also a random syllable variable!" So, there's no way anyone can replicate it! ”

Victoria was still a little skeptical, but she had no choice but to follow Lin Sen.

The speed of the two was even faster than when they dived before, and the distance of hundreds of kilometers took less than five minutes.

When Lin Sen came to the area where the syllable code was produced, he found that many of the white towers in this area had fallen to the ground, and the broken ground gave people the feeling of being a lost monument.

Stepping forward, Lin Sen looked at it fixedly, and there was really a lost monument in the depths of this endless Baita Forest.

It's just that the appearance of this monument looks somewhat familiar...... It wasn't clear from the side, but when Lin Sen came to the front, Lin Sen remembered.

This...... It is actually a memorial dedicated to Empress Zanspur.

Judging from its construction style, it is relatively trendy, at most it is the style of two hundred years ago.