Rosie will never forget the scene when Deng Huailing said those words. He deeply remembered every inch of sarcasm in the other party's eyes. The cold eyes were coated with moonlight, exuding a cool jade color.

He knew that Deng Huailing would be cold and ruthless when dealing with people he hated, and the patience and warmth he once had were just a few drops of favor that fell on his head when he watered the most beloved potted plant.He used this to grow arrogantly and lushly, stealing the nutrients from another plant, hoping that Deng Huailing would also appreciate the color of his petals.

But he was completely wrong, the flowerpot did not belong to his residence, and the flower grower only wanted to cut off the weeds that were so thick.

If you cut him off, Rosie will be able to grow well.Luoxi raised the corners of his mouth, endured the severe pain in his side, and reluctantly raised the gun, and shot back at the swarming bionics, bleeding from the open wound.He was unlucky, the liver happened to be pierced when he was hit just now, even if it was placed in the Huanhai system, it would still be a serious and fatal injury, if not treated, he would lose blood and die within a quarter of an hour.

Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and his consciousness began to have vague signs.He suddenly felt that it would be a good choice to just die in the Lost City.A body with lost consciousness is easier to make into a bionic person. Rosie is a very good person, and Deng Huailing is also a very good person. They deserve a perfect ending.

As for him... what is he?As early as ten years ago, he should have died. In the following days, he never regarded himself as alive. He acquiesced that all happy moments will pass away and all sincere emotions will be lost.is on the way to the grave.

He dodged the hail of bullets in embarrassment, was seriously injured, and without the blessing of the black ring, Rosie almost lost all coping methods, so he could only stumble and escape, using the terrain of the maze to avoid bullets.The blood dripped on the smooth mirror surface, providing a convenient tracking path for the bionic man.

The surrounding mirrors shattered, as if the dream had been crushed.Rosie was panting with difficulty, he could hear his own heavy breathing, and the sound of footsteps of the bionics chasing after him, but his pace was getting slower and slower, the massive blood loss made him unable to maintain his sanity, heHe tried his best to press the wound, but his hands were sticky.

In his blurred vision, he saw a corner that was close at hand, but he didn't have the strength to turn, he bumped into it in a chaotic manner, and knelt down against the wall in a collapsed state.His reflection was reflected on the hard mirror wall, and Rosie blinked her eyelashes dully, staring at the blood-stained youth in the mirror.

Who is this pale man with dark pupils?The flames in the eyes were extinguished, leaving only lifeless ashes.Perhaps the driving force that prompted him to persevere is no longer the ideal, and what supports him to the present is another kind of thing called "responsibility"—or "obligation".

There were so many people who needed him that he could not die; but he did not know whether there would be anyone who would appreciate the color of his flowers any longer.

Rosie smiled resignedly at herself in the mirror.When I was still in military school, an officer once said this: "The real rout does not start when the enemy breaks through the defense line, but when you start to lose the will to fight."

When he heard this sentence, Robert was sitting beside him, taking notes intently.He thought that the other party must have listened to the officer's words, and used the strategy of attacking the mind with proficiency. He clearly saw through Robert's scheme, but still lost the courage to resist.

Rosie closed her eyes tiredly, crumbling like a glacier in the cold and tough pretense she'd forced herself to do these days.His wounds showed no sign of healing, which was the result of extreme mental fragility.

The androids appeared at the other end of the hallway, aiming their guns at Rosie's back.The firing pin was fired, and the sharp sound of a bullet piercing the wind spread throughout the corridor.

Rosie's body convulsed, and blood spattered the mirror.The combat android didn't waste ammunition. Facing a completely still target, a single large-caliber bullet accurately hitting the heart was enough to end Rosie's life. Out of the calculation of maximizing benefits in the program, only one android fired.

The long-haired young man fell to the ground silently, his hair covering his cheeks, as peaceful as if he had fallen asleep.Blood slowly flowed from the wound piercing the heart, blooming like a rose on the mirror.

The target's vital signs disappear.No bionic person spoke, they confirmed the information in the established neural network, and planned to leave.

However, the moment they turned around, the broken body that fell on the ground moved its fingertips lightly.

It's so loud...

In the dimly lit darkness, Rosie frowned wearily.He was about to fall asleep, but there were countless voices buzzing in his ears, moving from far and near, disturbing his dream.

Although these voices are mixed together, each of them is very familiar, and he can clearly identify several timbres that haunt him in his dreams, like a lighthouse shining on the night sea.

He got up straight away, and the darkness was empty, and he was alone.Rosie walked forward in a daze, and the outline of the building gradually appeared in the dark. A towering torii gate made of piles of garbage stood in front of her, and the bell rang softly.

"Are you confused?" The witch in white and scarlet hair asked him when they met for the first time.

"Of course not." Rosie denied, "I know exactly what I'm doing and what I'm going to do in the future."

"Then why are you always frowning?" Nagase Miko looked at him with clear eyes as if she could read her mind, "It seems that all the troubles in the world are gathered on you."

Because I am very tired, this road is very tired, Miko—— Rosie sighed, and was about to reach out, but the miko in front of her disappeared and disappeared along with the torii.There was the sound of clogs kicking and tapping on the path, and Xue Nai came to him with her hands behind her back, followed by a shy boy.

"Sensei, this is for you!" The girl smiled and cupped her hands. In her palms lay a necklace made of pebbles, shaped like a white jellyfish.Qi You behind her turned her head away, her profile hidden in the darkness.

Rosie held the necklace in her hand, her eyes turned red in an instant.He didn't say goodbye to that boy solemnly, and he didn't even take away the gift carefully crafted by Qi You. When they met again, it was already when God's Residence was overturned.

He wanted to put his hands on Qi You's shoulder guiltily and say goodbye, but the figure of the young girl disappeared suddenly, leaving only a gust of wind between his fingers.

The wind passed through the summer forest, and the young Chen Wei turned around and gave him a faint smile.The blue and green mountains set off a thrilling sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun hung over their heads.

When Chen Wei came back from the newly built studio, he handed him the first completed sample, which was a miniature robot that could be placed on a desk.The administrative bionic that became popular in Cesina later used the same underlying program as it.

Rosie said suspiciously at the time: "You didn't hide lime in it and tried to mess with me, did you?"

"No," Chen Wei smiled softly, "but it will repeat 'our leader is a pig' during your meeting, and it won't stop even if you turn off the power, do you believe it?"

"Thank you for the reminder, I will throw it out of the window then." Rosie took the robot and watched Chen Wei's figure gradually fade away, disappearing into the blood-red sunset.

The surrounding trees are rustling and fallen leaves, and the branches are dyed golden. In the endless autumn, Cheng Wen stands with shoulders covered with dead leaves.The middle-aged man with a gentle face picked up a leaf that fell on the tablet, and an unfinished design was displayed on the screen.He was the best hydraulic engineer in the second district.

Rosie burst into tears almost at the same time she saw the man: "Uncle Cheng..."

Transparent tears slid down her cheeks, falling more and more, Rosie knelt in the withered grass and wept uncontrollably, eyes filled with hazy white light.Cheng Wen held the tablet in the crook of his arm, walked towards him, knelt down and asked, "What's the matter, Rosie? I rarely see you cry."

Rosie raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears, unable to speak for a while, Cheng Wen squatted beside him patiently, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Cheng," Rosie said, sobbing, "I'm a bastard, I killed you with my own hands..."

"You didn't do that." Cheng Wen said tolerantly, "You know that it is a deep program set by CyberRose, and it was not your intention."

"It's not like that, I never told anyone...it's my own fault, I've been in debt for many years," Rosie raised her tearful eyes, "this city has become what it is now,It's because of me! I fully supported Robert in establishing CyberRose. When the company was on the verge of bankruptcy, I lent him the restart funds. If it weren't for me, Miko, Qi You, Chen Jinnian's family, and Uncle Cheng...you allwon't die!"

For the first time, he revealed the scars of the old years to others. Even though it was only Cheng Wen in the illusion, the tsunami-like self-blame and regret had overwhelmed him. He was trembling all over, and his breathing sounded like a broken bellows.

"I established the 'Art' to pay for my sins, not for any pure and noble reasons." Rosie said with her head down.Children froze to death and starved to death, so many people were displaced. The CyberRose you cursed, the culprit who devoured this city, I also have my 'credit'."

There was a trace of surprise in Cheng Wen's eyes, but more sympathy.Just as he was about to say words of comfort, Rosie wiped her face indiscriminately and laughed self-deprecatingly:

"I released the dragon with my own hands, and I should be responsible for it. As for me, because no one likes the real me, I feel lonely all the way and want to give up-but the real me is just a bastard who looks at himself and shirks responsibility.What does he like?"

"Everyone has moments when they feel lonely, and there's nothing to be ashamed of," Cheng Wen said.

"Uncle Cheng, I have no right not to be ashamed." Rosie murmured, "As long as Cesina City does not return to its original state, I will always be in debt to the people, and I have no right to give up because of personal feelings. Anyway, I have already made a sacrificeWhat does it matter what my own feelings are?"

Cheng Wen's eyes fell on the top of his hair, and he just sighed: "Why do you take all the blame on yourself? This is something that the whole Second District needs to consider. The burden on your shoulders is too heavy."

Rosie wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes: "Uncle Cheng, thank you, but you don't have to excuse me. I've already figured out what to do... In this way, I really have no other existence value except atonement."

He made up his mind, and the illusion disappeared with his decision. The golden leaves and Cheng Wen's figure disappeared with the wind, and the surroundings returned to darkness.Rosie lay quietly on the ground, her eyelids felt the dazzling light, not the white reflection of the mirror in the maze, but multiple brilliant colors.

He overcame the flood of drowsiness when he was dying, opened his eyes, and found that there were a few prism-like fragments in the air that were slowly dissipating.In the case of Mary Ellis, when Rosie and Deng Huailing sank at the bottom of the water, he experienced a similar phenomenon, which was the reappearance of memory.

People who have used the Huanhai system often leave memory fragments, and hundreds of millions of fragments are intertwined to form a vast ocean.What Rosie saw were the traces left by old friends when they used the system, which contained some remnants of consciousness-although their owners had passed away long ago, the fragments of thoughts still existed, somehow pulling him from the line of life and death.pull back.

Over the years, too many people have died for him, and before paying off these debts, he has no right to choose to give up.