I have stated in advance that this article is for self-regulation when I am tired. Please do not read it if you don’t like it.

ps, the daily limit actually said that after reading this article, I realized that I am a person. I am solemnly declared that I am not!!

I'm the legendary dividing line

Some people say that encounter is a kind of fate, and I say that fate ends with encounter.

Some people say that it is sad that no one loves himself, but I say that there is no one who can love him.

Because I have this greatest sorrow, I will no longer have sorrow.

——Preface

Surprisingly, I met him again.

For people like us, the chance of reunion is almost zero. I remember a companion once said that he and I were like Halley's Comet and Earth, and it only passed by once in 1976 years. I smiled and corrected him: You were wrong. Compared with the life on Earth, what is 76 years worth? It's just a second. He asked me seriously: Is there a difference between 76 years and 4.6 billion years? I answered seriously: No.

OK, now I want to tell you a story, the longest-lasting story in my life.

I met him in the bar for the first time in 18 hours. At that time, I was drinking and he was taking drugs. I held a beer glass and watched the man beside me slowly pouring into my arms bit by bit, and my head was on the coffee table in front of me.

I picked up his head and placed it gently on my legs. This was a beautiful head, which the rich people who enjoyed collecting human organs would like. Three thousand universal coins - this price should not be wronged. I smiled and picked up a glass of beer and poured it on the head of the three thousand universal coins. His eyelids twitched and slowly opened. At that moment, I seemed to see the end of my life, and my tombstone was clearly reflected in his gray iris.

"Come on...one?" He didn't seem to be completely awake. My answer was a second beer.

He wiped the foam from his face and rolled his eyes at me.

"Don't be so irritable, beautiful sister!" He stretched out his arm and hugged my shoulder.

"What is your suffix?"

He answered casually, "What do you care about so many things?" Let's have one, hgh! Holding a few brown pills in one palm, it stretched over.

Xiaokai, a gangster, an idiot who wastes his life.

m.

I took the pill and swallowed it. A huge force immediately hit my body, and I smiled happily. The pair of gray eyes stared at me. For some reason, I began to feel his pupils shining in the dark. No, everything around me, the whole world was shining with dazzling light. I fell asleep in this light.

16 hours. Two hours had passed when I woke up. I looked at my watch and imagined what changes had happened to my face under the mask. Suddenly I began to sympathize with this little Kai who was still immersed in my charming appearance two hours ago. This idiot who was sleeping soundly beside me.

I quietly got up and left the bar. When I left, I looked back and saw him lying there, sleeping quietly, with the beautiful head leaning against the feet of the sand. He lay there, lying side by side with my soul.

The 76-year encounter was only a short second compared to life on Earth, but there was no difference between the two for me. So I decided to forget him. I forgot the gray eyes that reflected my tombstone, and those brown marijuana pills.

14 hours. I was sent to a "bat" from the Genetics Bureau at a companion's home. When the doorbell rang, my companion jumped out of the bed, took out a pistol, and pointed it at the door. When he looked at the "crow" from the police station but a "bat" standing outside the door, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He stuffed the pistol back under the pillow: "I killed someone half an hour ago."

“The suffix is ​​to smile at me and reach out and open the door.

"Bat" walked towards me with a suitcase.

According to Article 152 of the Genetic Safety Law, you will be sent to you now and all your offspring are required to undergo genetic testing. I picked up the pen and signed the interrogation book.

I looked up at the eyes of the "bat". It was also a pair of gray eyes.

"I hate the guy with gray eyes." The companion muttered in a low voice. The muzzle was aimed at the face of the "bat". The "bat" without weapons is much easier to deal with than the "crow" with guns. But we didn't kill him, we just knocked him out with a vase.

13 hours. My companions took me into a basement.

"I'll hide here for a while after I kill." He pulled out some compressed cookies and water from the corner. "It's a little cold here now, but it's very warm in summer." A piece of clothing draped over my shoulders.

I began to sob in a low voice.

"Don't be afraid." He said calmly, still holding the gun in his hand.

"How long will it take for them to find this basement?"

"Who knows, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, maybe until we die."

He turned around and stared at me seriously. His hand reached into his face.

"Take the mask off. I'll do it first."

He is much younger than me.

When he saw my face, he didn't look surprised at all, as if he had already predicted my age.

"The mask is such a good thing," he said, holding the thin skin in his hand, "I can't stand it when I do something."

"It's not fair!" I began to whimper again, "Why do they - those crows and bats - they can have seventy or eighty or even one hundred years of life, but we - we only have twenty-four hours? What can twenty-four hours do in heaven?"

Mutation, everything is for mutation, damn, cursable mutation.

At the beginning of this century, the plague began to spread. Many people died. The epidemic prevention bureau tried every means to stop it from spreading, but their efforts were like a drop of red ink dripping in the river, and immediately disappeared without a trace. People were constantly dying every day, and all animals and people were on the verge of extinction, except for bacteria, bacteria that spread the plague.

At this time, Dingle appeared. He connected the growth-controlled gene fragments in E. coli DNA into the rabbit's DNA chain. As a result, the rabbit's growth cycle was shortened to the original one.

Shortened life cycles, high-tempo generational replacements, more, more frequent mutations. They were racing against the plague. Unfortunately, I, we, made their tracks.

Dinger applied the method of transforming rabbits to a group of human fertilized eggs, thus creating a group of us who are alive like E. coli.

We are born, grown, mated, and work in factories for the next generation of mutations. We don’t have to work, the task of our life is just to give birth. The law forces us to change our companions frequently in the hope of creating more mutations. Our offspring is collected in the Gene Bureau and embark on the next round of races. Each of us has to stand the test of the plague and check whether our parents have created favorable mutations for us. Those who survive become gene banks. Dinger’s research team searches our DNA chain for fragments of resistance to the plague.

Our lifespan is only twenty-four hours. Born, grow, mating, aging rapidly, and then death. To prevent harmful gene drifting, we are forbidden to intermarry with normal people. Our names have the suffix of r, while normal people are m.r and m, which are two different worlds.

9 hours. I lay there, waiting for the arrival of "bats" or death. The way we calculate the time is the countdown of 24 hours since birth. When converted to "m", I should be 50 years old now.

I stroked the corners of my eyes, forehead, and chin, and carefully felt the touch of the wrinkles that were densely covered with each other to my fingertips. My companions were asleep beside me. The power storage light had gone out, and I reached out and groped his cheeks. His skin was obviously loose and aging. I seemed to feel that life was leaving us.

"I don't know your name yet." He woke up at some point.

"Do you need to know? A name that has only existed for 24 hours."

"Maybe. But human existence is much longer. We - our names, one day, will be engraved on the monument of this species."

"Monuments? Or. But we had died like E. coli hundreds of years ago when those monuments were erected. What does the monuments mean to me?"

"So, what makes sense to you? Is life as long as they do? Even if you really have a lifespan of 80 years, so what? The universe is like a long night, and there is no time for dawn at all. What is the difference between 24 hours and 80 years?" He stared at me in the dark, his eyes shining. I suddenly appeared and looked in the dark, no matter who was looking, his eyes were gray.

He put the piaotianyi.com, let's go out."

I wanted to refuse, but my body stood up obediently and followed him out of the basement. It was already dusk outside, and the light was not strong, but it made me, who was used to the darkness, blurred before my eyes.

My companion pulled me hard: "Go back!" Before I could figure out what happened, I was dragged back to the basement.

He ordered me to hide behind a pile of debris, hold my pistol tightly, and lie at the door.

We were surrounded. We were blocked in the hole by hunting dogs like rabbits. At that moment, I suddenly felt extremely bored. Why did I play this kind of boring officers and soldiers catching thieves with them? Let them catch me, I don’t care. I stood up and walked towards the exit.

My companion turned around in surprise: "You don't want to die?" I smiled at him, gently pushed away his arm that was blocking me, and drilled out of the basement.

The sunset threw the last beam of light towards me, but it made me feel a bone-thundering cold. My eyes quickly adapted to the dusk light. I clearly saw a group of "crows" surrounding me, standing in front of me with a familiar face and a pair of familiar gray eyes.

I raised my hands and walked over slowly.

As I walked past him, an impulse appeared in my heart. I stretched out my arms and tried to hug the beautiful head.

Something gently hit my ribs.

I took a step back, lowered my head, and watched my clothes slowly dye red.

He stood there, holding a gun in his hand, glaring at me in fear.

I sighed softly and slowly fell down.

I failed to die under his gun. They managed to keep me alive and I was sentenced to trial. In a few minutes, I will be executed. My charge was to assist the criminals who assassinated Dingle to escape.

Dinger is dead. But his plan cannot stop. Yes, as long as the plague still exists, they will continue to create mutations and find gods who defeat the plague from the mutation. However, no one knows whether the elves or devils come out of the magic lamp.
Chapter completed!