Dantès is coming.

But this man... Is it really Dantès?

After a few days, the sugar-loving Dantès was almost skinny to a skeleton, his cheeks and eye sockets were sunken, his lips were pale and bloodless, his muscles were atrophied, and he even had to walk on crutches.

No one knew what had happened to Dantes, and in just a few days, he had become like this, as if something was rapidly draining his life force.

If there was anything more out of the ordinary, it was his eyes.

His pupils remained violently dilated, covering almost the entire iris, and even a surging vortex of energy could be seen, as if it was about to disturb the world, giving people an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.

He's using that ability—a tingling sensation from the cerebral cortex to tell White.

Unlike before, when Dontes used that ability, she only felt a faint tingling, but now the pain was extremely obvious, which meant that his ability was a thousand times stronger than before.

11 Trembling into the rain, the twenty-one-year-old boy seemed to be sixty or seventy years old, he came to Bai's side, drenched in the rain with her, and looked up at the vast sky before dawn.

Bai was silent, following his line of sight, looking in the direction of distant Twilight City.

At this time, 11 spoke, and even his voice was hoarse like a broken brass bell: "Don't you ask me what I've been doing lately?" ”

Bai took out his mobile phone and typed: "Will you tell me if you ask?" ”

11: "No. ”

White typing: "Then why am I asking?" ”

"You've got a lot of personality." 11 couldn't help but wonder, "Speaking of which, I haven't even gotten to know you well. ”

White typing: "There is no need to know me. ”

There seemed to be some deep meaning in 11's smile: "Compared with complex ordinary people, processors are indeed simpler and pureer, and there is no need to deliberately understand." But have you ever heard of that sentence - looking back five hundred times in the past life can be exchanged for meeting each other in this life. ”

"I am a staunch materialist and have never believed in the fate of gods and ghosts. But after meeting you, I seem to have a little faith in the afterlife. ”

Bai didn't know how to answer, so he was simply silent.

11 blinked: "By the way, how old are you this year?" ”

Shiro finally met the question he knew how to answer, typing: "16." ”

"Huh... It's so small. Your temperament seems quite mature, of course, it may have something to do with the fact that you never smile. 11 probes his brain, and his tone is like a tablemate who was gossiping when he was a student, "Does Bai have someone you like?" ”

Seeing that Bai didn't speak, 11 smiled awkwardly: "I seem to have asked a fool's question, and I actually asked the processor if he had anyone he liked." ”

Bai Yao looked in the direction of Twilight City, and typed rhetorically, "Do you have someone you like?" ”

"It may not be accurate to say 'like', I have people I love." 11 looked at Bai's side face, although his spirit was extremely sluggish, he couldn't hide the tenderness in his smile, "There is a little bit of her body, which is very similar to Bai." ”

Seeing Bai Cai's strange gaze, 11 hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not teasing you." Although it is offensive to say so... But falling in love with a processor is a disaster in itself, right? ”

Bai held the phone, thought for a long time, and typed the question to 11 that he had asked others before: "What is love?" ”

11: "Love is a weapon." ”

Bai was puzzled and typed: "Weapons? ”

11 Nodding his head, he said slowly: "Love This weapon has been around since ancient times, from the stone civilization to the information age. It has four characteristics. 1. It can be mastered without training. Second, it is not easy to detect and is convenient for raids. 3. Strong penetration, difficult to protect. Fourth, it is not for the purpose of killing or injuring people. ”

After staying for a long time, he typed out a line of words: "You science student?" ”

11 sneered and shook his head: "Actually, I haven't studied formally, and I'm all self-taught." ”

Bai looked back at the entrance of the independent space and typed: "The person you love, is it one of the team?" ”

11Although he was still smiling, there was sadness in his eyes that could not be erased: "She has died, and I have not been able to find her in this afterlife." ”

Speechless.

Don't expect a processor to know how to comfort people.

Bai's fingers stagnated in Jiugongge for a long time, and then the topic continued: "Without her, will you be lonely?" ”

11Looking up at the sky, the rain fell on his face and kept sliding, making it impossible to tell whether those droplets were rain or tears, and he let out a soft "um", making people feel that they wanted to deny it, but they couldn't fool others or themselves.

After a long silence, 11 asked rhetorically, "What about you, can you be lonely alone?" ”

Bai shook his head and typed: "I don't know what loneliness is, and I can't understand it." ”

11: "I hope you never understand it." ”

Bai subconsciously glanced at 11 and typed: "This time, can we win?" ”

Surprisingly, 11 did not refuse to answer the question: "In my calculations, victory is already sealed, and now it is just a procedure." ”

Bai knew that if the question was too deep at this time, it would be easy to arouse suspicion.

But this is the only way out, and you can only gamble.

She made the inquiry as subtle as possible, typing, "I never knew what your plan was, is there anything I need to cooperate with?" ”

11: "Rely on me with confidence, just like you used to." ”

Bai was a little puzzled and typed: "Before? ”

11 blinked, his eyes regained a little clarity, and he couldn't help but chuckle: "I'm sorry for saying something inexplicable." ”

Gradually, the rain stopped, and the dawn of dawn came to the fore in the east, casting the hazy brightness of the sky over the darkness of the night, as if a golden morning light was about to appear.

At this time, Lao Gao poked his head out of the gap in the independent space and reminded: "Dantes, the sun will rise soon." ”

"Hmm..."11 looked at Bai, his eyes were complicated, as if lonely, as if affectionate, and he whispered, "Shiro, can you give me your hand?" ”

Shiro didn't know what he was going to do, but he reached for it anyway.

11He took the ring of the shield from his fingers, and then took the little white hand, and prepared to put it on her.

This action was abrupt and offensive, and Bai subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but 11's withered hand was full of unshakable strength, and it did not let her break free, and slowly put the ring of the holy shield on her index finger.

Bai looked at the ring, and then at 11, his eyes a little dazed.

11 Stretched out his hand and rubbed it lightly on his white cheek, his eyes full of inexhaustible tenderness: "It's great to see your eyes again." ”

From beginning to end, Shiro didn't understand what he was talking about...

In the early morning, the grass stems and leaves after the rain are stained with drops of crystal dew, like sparkling gems, and the moist black soil seems to still retain the fragrance of last night's flowers.

In the awakening cry of the lark,11 slowly departed, as if stepping on the rising sun of the sun.

Before entering the separate space, 11 pauses and finally looks back at Shiro.

From the beginning of those red pupils, the figure in front of me vaguely overlapped with the old man, and finally merged together...

The throbbing of the first acquaintance, the companionship of growing up, the promise of life, the reunion of the bustling city, the laughter and slapstick of love, the warmth of the kiss, and the memories of the past are like fireworks, melting in the gentle smile of 11.

"Farewell, Shiro."