do not go.

In the dream, the pure white military uniform was far away from him, and Deng Huailing seemed to be nailed in place. He stretched out his hand in vain, but he couldn't move forward, nor could he utter a single syllable.

He wanted to say to that person, "I will protect you, trust me, I will definitely take you away", but he didn't know how to formulate an evacuation plan, and he didn't have any outstanding skills other than immature knife skills.Xiang can persuade the young man to stay and fight with him instead of dying for him.

For the first time in his life, Deng Huailing realized that he was so weak and powerless that he was just a burden in the eyes of that young man.The other party risked his life to save him, but he couldn't repay him at all, he could only accept it with guilt.

Will that person die, disappearing into the wind and snow with unfulfilled ideals?If so, why not let him die for the other party?

The figure of the young man disappeared at the end of the alley, and then there were endless gunshots.Deng Huailing has already forgotten how he stumbled and groped in the secret passage opened by the "shu", and how he turned the ring, listening to the sound of flesh and blood and screams from the pursuers behind him, he only remembered seeing the light at the endAt that moment, he rushed out full of hope, shouting Master's name, but only deserted snowflakes greeted him.

He froze for a moment before he realized that Master did not escape, but was buried on that battlefield forever.Since he was in the city, he had no relatives or reasons, and was alone. No one would wake up early or late to supervise his sword skills, and no one cared whether he was dead or alive.

The world is drifting, but it is like one of thousands of snowflakes, dancing with the crowd.

For the next ten years, he struggled to survive in the city, drank rainwater, and also drank rotten water; when the weather was good, he slept in front of other people's houses and was kicked like a dog;Trash bins, fighting with other refugees for territory.

The only good news is that the data storage center of CyberRose was destroyed, which made the artificial intelligence Rose unable to distinguish the identities of the residents in the city and the refugees in the second district.

The price of entrusting hackers has risen. Deng Huailing doesn't know how to get money, but if he wants to stay in Cesina legally, he must raise a sum of money.This was also the first time he had heard of the bounty hunter industry - from an unscrupulous intermediary, the other party accepted an extremely difficult task for him in the name of another hunter, and promised that 50% of the reward would go to him.

The difficulty of the task was tantamount to sending him to death, but he finally completed it, lying dying in the parking lot, facing the heavy rain like feather arrows on his back, and the faint blood stains spread under his body.Several wild dogs leaned over and hugged him, waiting for his death to eat the body.

Eyelashes were wet with rain, Deng Huailing struggled to move his finger to send coordinates to the other party, the intermediary quickly sent someone to pick up the goods he brought out, and then threw him in the rain.

He was ten years old that year, and he completed a task that everyone thought was impossible without receiving a single reward.The agent shamelessly threatened that if Deng Huailing dared to ask for a reward, he would report his identity as a criminal to the police, and he would be expelled from Cesina forever.

Of course he ended up staying in the city, and Rolla heard his name and reached out to him, offering money to modify the chip and register as a hunter.Deng Huailing survived, not only that, as the number of tasks he handled increased, he was paid more and more, and money rolled around him like snowballs of different sizes; but at the same time, he became more gloomy and withdrawn, and found it difficult to trust anyone.

He encountered too many people and things with ulterior motives, and Cecina was like a black swamp, allowing the silt to ferment in it.For a while, he felt that the young man who saved him was too naive. In such a harsh environment, how should he abide by the words of the other party's warning, and how should he be a kind and upright person?

He was determined to become cold and ruthless, but every time he would have the same dream, in the dream he could smell the faint scent of that person, and he would feel lost when he woke up.Years of dreams have portrayed the young man into a perfect image stroke by stroke. Deng Huailing always followed that figure, took the other party's entrustment as an oracle, bought laundry detergent with the same smell, and when he was alone in a daze, he would put his face on his face.Buried in the crook of his arm, he tried to sniff.

In order to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with that person in the future, he did not dare to slack off in terms of fighting skills.Deng Huailing only took on the tasks with the highest death rate, and deliberately used the crisis of a narrow escape to inspire inspiration and accumulate experience, so he was a frequent visitor to the hospital.

Everyone thought he was crazy. According to the frequency and intensity of the tasks he took on, his body would be exhausted within half a year, or he would simply die from endless tasks.But no one expected that Deng Huailing had persisted for eight full years since becoming a bounty hunter at the age of ten.

Just like revenge on his powerless self back then, he sharpened himself like a knife, gaining pleasure when sweat dripped down his back and blood flowed through his fingertips.He has always remembered the despair in the snowy alley. Over the years, he has been thinking that if he could go back to the past, he would definitely stop running away. Even if he died with that person, it would be better than watching him leave.

However, the dream at God's Residence was a little different this time.Deng Huailing tried to move her fingers in her dream, and was surprised to find that she could move.The restraints on his wrists, arms and whole body were loosened one after another. He took a slow step, and then rushed out like lightning, running wildly in the snow and dust.

The man didn't go far away, and his figure quickly appeared in the wind and snow, with his long hair fluttering.After so many years of investigation, Deng Huailing had already guessed who saved him back then, and his vision gradually became clearer. He grabbed the young man's forearm and pulled it back:

"Rosie!"

The young man turned his head in a daze, and the fine strands of hair were blown by the wind, passing over those ignorant eyes.Deng Huailing was stunned, and stared at the person in front of him in infinite shock. The person in front of him was not Roxi at all—it was his bionic Rosie.

No, who said that wasn't Rosie?

Deng Huailing suddenly felt a splitting headache, and his chaotic thoughts almost tore him into a pile of pieces.Is this the revelation to him after the subconscious integrated the information?Or is it his imagination, a random patchwork of life fragments?

He held the other party's arm tightly, and asked, "Who are you...?"

The other party didn't answer, but just stared at him and smiled, that unpredictable smile perfectly overlapped with the picture on Bernau Bridge, which made people shiver.The man clasped his waist teasingly, leaned closer to him, his eyes were like deep pools, but the words he said didn't answer the question: "You, like me?"

Immediately, all the scenes in the dream disappeared in the wind and dissolved in the blue moonlight.Deng Huailing suddenly opened his eyes, but the person in the dream did not disappear, still lying on his shoulder, calling worriedly: "Mr. Deng...Mr. Deng!"

Deng Huailing's rationality still hadn't started to turn, he grasped the man's wrist in a trance, turned over and covered him under him.

"I like you," he said hoarsely, his throat parched and dry, as if greatly bewitched, "or rather I adore you, admire you, desire you, whatever. Are you satisfied?"

"Why did you start talking like this so early in the morning..." Rosie slightly raised her hand to ward off the bounty hunter pressing up, but her eyes were full of smiles, "I like you too, Mr. Deng."

"Rosie?" Deng Huailing's thoughts returned to reality, only to realize that the person talking to him was a bionic person.However, the two are clearly the same...

He thought for a while and said, "Say something to me, Rosie. Just say, 'I promise you not to die, is that okay?'"

Rosie was puzzled, but repeated it obediently, her voice was like lingering willow branches tapping on the water.

"It's not like that." Deng Huailing smiled, "Say it again in your most arrogant, condescending, dismissive voice, it's like coaxing a child."

"I don't quite understand the vocabulary you said, and I won't deceive anyone, especially children." Rosie said dazedly, "But since Mr. Deng ordered, let's try."

He spent a little time searching the information database for the emotional parameters corresponding to these words, and then copied the data into the emotional module.When he raised his eyes again, the gentleness inside had been replaced by joking, Rosie glanced at him lightly, and said lightly:

"I promise you not to die, is that all right?"

The voice was extremely cold, as if there was snowflakes passing between the two of them, time froze, and then slowly regressed, back to the quiet alley ten years ago.Deng Huailing stared blankly at his bionic man, almost forgot to breathe. After a while, he hurriedly went to get the communicator next to the pillow, and then dropped it on the bed sheet with a thud because of trembling fingers.

"Mr. Deng, what's wrong?" Rosie regained her normal appearance, picked up the communicator for him and handed it over, and asked with concern, "Your face looks very bad, should we go back to the ground and find a hospital?"

"No, I just didn't sleep well." Deng Huailing shook his head, taking a deep breath to suppress his complicated emotions.He knew why he had such a dream, because subconsciously he connected the two people with similar timbres; however, it is impossible to tell just by the voice, after all, there are people with very similar timbres in the world, or, simply himmisremembered.

Gotta get a picture of Rosie.Deng Huailing turned on the communicator and contacted Rolla, asking about Rosie. Over the years, Rolla has been entrusted by him and has been helping him with intermittent investigations. She did gain some information, but she thinks it is not reliable enough.Screened out before showing him.

Rolla quickly sent a reply. Deng Huailing was surprised for a moment, thinking that she got up early enough today, and then realized that the proprietress must have simply stayed up all night.

"Do you want to check the information that was screened out? You can, but with all due respect, this is not a wise choice. In eight years, I have found a total of 1,300 versions of Rosie for you, even if there are genuine ones,How can you guarantee that you can recognize it at a glance?"

Two weeks later, on the second floor of the HOPE Bar, Rolla sat on the floor yawning, leaning against the window, mechanically swiping and pulling the tablet in her hand, the holographic screen glowing brightly in the dark.Deng Huailing leaned beside her, repeating "over" mechanically, and asked Rolla to switch to the next photo.

Half an afternoon passed like water, and the air became more and more dull. Finally, Rolla couldn't bear such labor, threw the tablet in his hand, and said angrily: "Are you sure you are really distinguishing these photos, notAre you kidding me? We’ve already seen two thousand and three hundred and fifty more, do you see anything?”

After a new round of searching that lasted for two weeks, Rolla found more than a thousand photos of the rumored leader of District Two, some of which she had never seen before, and she asked her staff to screen them.Identifying one by one is an extremely huge project, not to mention that Rolla doesn't know the standard of Deng Huailing's identification at all.

"I'm also curious why you have to help me look through the photos yourself." Deng Huailing pointed out slowly, "It's enough to send it to the mailbox for me to look at myself."

"Of course I want to know your secret." Rolla took a lady's cigarette, lit it with one hand, and picked up the tablet with the other hand to slide it down, "The former leader of the second district, who hides his head and shows his tail, is well-known both inside and outside the city., and ignited the flames of bloody Christmas war with his own hands, but the strange thing is that not many people have seen his true face, and even I don’t know anything about it.”

Her eyes were sharp, "The internal discipline of the 'Surgery' is strict, and the main city is strictly forbidden to discuss and disseminate information related to this person. How did you bypass me to obtain relevant clues?Can you recognize Rosie's face? Huailing, you really surprised me."