Vol 20 Chapter 1: God Demon

"We are both gods and demons, because I want to reverse the torrent of time and bring the dead back to life."

Everything that has passed away, like hallucinations and dreams.

When he woke up, it was pitch black all around, Xie Chen opened his eyes, everything in front of him was rendered like ink.

He was once the top killer in the world. The acumen he had cultivated for a long time made him wake up quickly, subconsciously reached out and touched his waist, then slightly frowned, and stretched out his left hand to look and look again.

"Really become a child..."

Looking around, this is a large empty room, the walls are white, the ceiling is white, and the carpet is dark brown.

The window glass is opaque, and you can't see the outside scenery while sitting on the bed, but the faint light must be sunlight, so it seems that this is not a basement.

There is almost no decent furniture in the room. The coffee table that matches the sofa contains a porcelain lighter, ashtray and cigarette box.

Xie Chen walked over and opened the cigarette case and looked at it. There was no cigarette inside, no calendars or photos on the wall, and no extras.

So Xie Chen walked to the window and looked out. The sky was gray, but it didn't look like it was going to rain. Xie Chen looked at it for a long time, but he still didn't see him alone, giving him the feeling of being completely dead.

Later, Xie Chen left the window and sat on a chair. He raised his head and looked up. There was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The light bulb had a simple glass umbrella cover, which was completely yellowed.

The room was clean and clean. Xie Chen tried it with his fingers. Both the desktop and the window sill were spotless, and the window glass was very mirrorless.

Xie Chen slowly closed his eyes, thinking about where he was in the dark, memories returned a little bit, the scene began to focus, and the familiar melody, the gear of fate sounded in his ears.

Suddenly, probably at the location of the kitchen, there was a faint and cordial sound of spatula Gada Gada, a shop light came in from the door, and a straight white light was drawn on the floor. The light was ancient and warm with dust.

Xie Chen got up from the chair, then walked to the door, gently unscrewed the spherical handle, and opened the door.

In the kitchen, a young girl who looked like a high school student was cooking, with her back to this side, bent over the pot to taste it with a spoon.

When Xie Chen opened the door, the girl turned her face to this side. Later, Xie Chen was taken aback.

Even if it was just a glimpse, it was enough for him to grasp the clear picture.

"Mau Lilan..."

Tall and slender figure, beautiful and refreshing face, it was Mao Lilan when she was seventeen. She was wearing the same clothes as she remembered, a light blue half-sleeved dress, the only difference was that her hair was **** with a hairpin.

Her chest was slightly raised, and her neck was as white as porcelain from a cellar.

Seeing Xie Chen, Mao Lilan smiled faintly and warmly, smiling so that Xie Chen felt that the world around him was shaking violently, as if being quietly replaced by another world.

The tangible things fell apart for a while, and the prototype was restored.

"You finally got up." Mao Lilan said with a smile, like a flower blooming.

Xie Chen was silent, he was still in the process of bringing himself together.

"It's kind of shy." After speaking, Mo Lilan turned around and tasted the salted egg, "I heard Dr. A Li said that you are sick, but how can an old man take care of him well, so I want to take you to me go with."

Xie Chen nodded, and said stupidly: "Thank you..."

"You kid is quite mature in speaking." Mao Lilan approached Xie Chen, squatted down and said with a smile: "Little brother, how old is it."

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"Twenty...no, I'm seven years old!" Xie Chen said with a trembling corner of his mouth.

"Really." Mao Lilan said, "I'm still in the first grade of elementary school."

Xie Chen nodded vigorously.

"What's your name."

"Xie Chen..." Xie Chen said subconsciously.

"Xie Chen? A nice name."

Mao Lilan stood up, like a blue wave with clear eyes, filled with this faint warmth, and the corners of her mouth were perfectly curved like a crescent.

Xie Chen suddenly felt that, perhaps, this was the angel's smile, which drove away all the haze without a trace of blemish.

"Hungry?" Mao Lilan said as he walked back to the stove.

"I can't tell, I think I should be hungry."

Xie Chen wanted to walk over and touch her hand to see if he could really touch it. In the dark world in the past, he had never seen such an angelic smile.

But he still couldn't do it. He just stood there fixedly looking at Mao Lilan, listening to the sounds of her body movements.

Maorilan poured the stew heated in the pot into a pure white porcelain dish and brought it to the kitchen table. There was also a shrimp vegetable salad in a deep glass bowl, large slices of bread, and tomatoes and potatoes in the stew , A nostalgic fragrance.

Xie Chen breathed the scent into his lungs, and then he felt that his stomach was really hungry. Perhaps it was the deliciousness that attracted him.

Just as Xie Chen picked up the soup spoon and ate and drank, Mao Lilan sat on the opposite chair and looked at him, still maintaining an angelic smile, with an extremely serious expression. This unique temperament is undoubtedly profound and profound. Magnetic.

"Where is Dr. A Li?" Xie Chen suddenly raised his head and asked.

"What are you doing?" Mao Lilan said: "He said he doesn't need to say hello when he leaves. I think it's better not to disturb him."

Xie Chen ate silently for a long time, and Mao Lilan said nothing, just watching him eating with serious eyes.

"How is the food." After Xie Chen slapped the face, Mao Lilan asked.

"It's delicious, I really want to eat it every day in the future."

"Excellent." Mao Lilan said happily: "There are no good ingredients here, I thought you would not like it."

Xie Chen pointed to the empty plate and said, "Isn't there nothing left."

Mao Lilan stood up, "I'll go clean up, and then we will go home."

Facing Mao Lilan, Xie Chen felt a burst of chest pain, like being cut by the tip of a cold knife, the pain was quite severe.

But instead, he was grateful for the severe pain, so that he could stick his own existence and the cold pain together, and the pain became an anchor and fixed him here.

Mao Lilan went to the refrigerator to get a drink. While Xie Chen was drinking at the table, Mao Lilan took the used tableware to the kitchen and rinsed it with tap water.

Xie Chen just watched her back from behind. ..

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