Chapter 16 The Last Survivor (Thanks to the Leader of Tessera)

Late at night, Beishan District Office of the Security Bureau.

As soon as she slammed the office door, Wen Wen's phone rang.

Su Zi called.

"Hello? Sister Wen, I found the file you wanted." As soon as the call was connected, a frightening voice came from the other end, with a hint of fatigue from overwork.

"Did you find anything?"

"Yes, a lot, a lot!"

Su Zi's tone became resentful: "It's just too scary, okay! Where did you dig out these two weird things with a shovel? Each of them has their own strengths and unique skills... Can you please not give me such a surprise next time?"

"Let's talk first, Lu Feng."

Wen Wen leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs on the table, and swung them: "She shouldn't be the law-abiding common man he mentioned, right?"

"...obeying the law is barely enough, but ordinary people will see how you see it."

There was a sound of flipping pages coming from Su Zi's side: "There are two copies of his file. One is from Yacheng. Everything looks normal. It's just ordinary and normal.

The adoptive family, the adopter is the owner of a car repair shop. He had been fighting since he was a child, causing trouble and making people worry. Before he became an adult, he concealed his age and went to the army. After he retired, he came back and helped out in the family car repair shop. Because he had a poor sense of service and cursed at people at every turn, he received a lot of bad reviews... Anyway, he just lived an ordinary life."

"What about the other one that's not ordinary?"

"The other one is scary. It's red-sealed and has a very high confidentiality level. It's directly under the Central City Military Department. There are six confidentiality stamps on it. Six damn seals!"

Su Zi couldn't help but curse: "I've been in the investigation department for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen confidentiality stamps on files like stamps. Just applying for access has received a warning email from the military."

"normal."

Wen Wen understood. In fact, she already knew it when she saw Lu Feng for the first time - the tattoo on his arm, in addition to some usual decorations in the army, also had a mark of half lion and half skull.

According to her understanding, the only place that has been to Middle-earth and has people with this kind of tattoo is a place known as the Airborne Battalion, and among the top federal officials, its existence is no secret at all.

All of them are people who do wet work for the federation.

Including but not limited to assassinations, kidnappings, inhumane weapons testing that violates the International Charter of Human Rights, and even terrorist attacks...

That's why it feels strange.

How did you retire alive?

You know, in that quagmire of Middle-earth, except for the security forces guarding the oil fields, it is not easy for ordinary people to survive and retire in other legions involved in wars and operations, let alone get out of the airborne battalion unscathed.

He didn't die on the battlefield, he didn't die on a secret mission, and he didn't commit suicide by being shot in the back more than 30 times... This kind of person, either has extremely good luck and will die if anyone touches him, or he must have an incredibly strong thigh supporting him.

No matter who it is, if the lackeys of the Dragon Festival Society get involved with this kind of person, it would be like stirring up a hornet's nest in the military.

"It's enough to find out that he has a connection with the military. Anyway, the job of the Security Bureau is to prevent abnormal criminal incidents. Even if he kills people or burns things for no reason, it's the military's problem. It's none of my business."

Wen Wen asked directly:
"Where's the other one?"

"The other one is even scarier."

Su Zi rubbed his brows and said, "Sister Wen, you have only been back for the past two years. You should have heard about the big event that happened in Haizhou ten years ago, right?"

Wen Wen was silent for a moment, thinking for a long time, and couldn't help but straighten up from the chair: "You mean... Hai Fenri? Could he be related to the Chaoyan Disaster?"

"Yes, he is a survivor."

Su Zi sighed, "To be exact, Ji Jue is the only survivor of the Chaoyan Disaster."

In the too long dream, Ji Jue once again heard the sound of the train hitting the rails, so familiar.

He opened his eyes, leaned against the window, and stared at the scene passing quickly in the distant fields outside the window: mountains, wilderness, scattered desolate villages, and the burning red sunset on the horizon.

The light of the sunset shone into the child's eyes, and the crimson color danced above the sky.

This was his childhood.

"Are you awake? Rest for a while, we'll be at Yacheng soon."

Someone touched his head gently and said, "How about I take you to see the sea when we get there?"

"..."

Ji Jue was silent for a long time, then murmured softly: "Actually I don't like the sea. I get annoyed when I see it too much."

"When I heard that we were moving to Yacheng, I secretly saved money to buy a swimsuit."

The person next to him smiled, held him in his arms, and ruffled his hair, gently and lightly: "Don't worry, there will be new friends and classmates in the new school, and everyone will play with you."

She said: "You will adapt, the past will become far away, and you will embrace your new life."

"But this new life is so hard, Mom. It's so hard. It's much harder than I thought."

Ji Jue leaned on her shoulder and lowered his head: "The food in Haizhou tastes very light, I can never get used to it, and the dialect is also very complicated, I can't understand it at all.

The medicine in the hospital tastes terrible, the nurses are very fierce, the old house is prone to dampness, and when the south wind comes, the house is full of water, which will become moldy if not dealt with quickly. Some classmates at school also like to bully me, and the teacher is always making things difficult for me..."

"It's so hard." She sighed softly.

"Don't worry, I've taken care of it, Mom. They can't stop me. I've been admitted to the same university as you, Tianmen University. The scenery there is as good as you said, but the braised pork rice in the cafeteria is hard to buy."

He gently held his mother's drooping hand, as if holding up a too fragile dream:
"Mother Lu likes to lose her temper, but she treats me very well and treats me like her own child. Although Professor Ye is very strict and always says that he will kick me out if I don't do well, he has never looked down on me. If someone bullies me, Brother Feng will help me fight. The senior sister also takes good care of me and has never made things difficult for me on the subject...

They are all very nice people and they like me very much.”

"So don't worry, Mom, I'm doing fine."

Ji Jue smiled and assured her: "I will definitely become someone who makes a difference... no matter how difficult it is."

"Then why are you so sad?" His mother stroked his cheek so gently that Ji Jue's nose could no longer hold back the pain.

"I just miss you so much."

"me too."

There were gentle arms embracing him, like eternal protection and favor, making this cruel world and all its suffering no longer scary.

Ji Jue closed his eyes and snuggled into her arms.

I no longer looked at the scene outside the window. The dancing red clouds glowed with their last light, and then were swallowed up by the black clouds, and later, the black clouds disappeared.

Amid the turmoil of heaven and earth, there were sounds of screaming and shouting, just like in countless nightmares.

The black clouds were killed and scarlet rain fell.

When the rain fell on the ground, it planted an inextinguishable flame. The flame then rose up to the sky, and when they converged, they were like a tide with no end in sight.

Everyone calls it the disaster of tide flame.

It was a natural disaster named destruction. When it appeared, even the ocean would be burned to boiling. After the invisible flames swept through like a torrent, everything was burned to ashes.

Ten years ago, it appeared in Haizhou without any warning, rushing towards the southeast, burning everything in its path.

Be it mountains, wilderness, villages, or even a train that happens to be caught in the aftermath.

Just like that, everything that belonged to Ji Jue was taken away without any hesitation.

Four hours after the disaster, the search and rescue team from Yacheng arrived at the scene first, and someone found the only surviving child from the shattered wreckage of the train.

Severely burned, dying.

He was held in the arms of his deceased mother. He did not cry or struggle, and allowed the search and rescue team to take him away.

Afterwards, experts wrote lengthy articles detailing how lucky and coincidental this was. Everyone looked at the headlines in the newspapers and said it was a miracle of life, and they were excited.

But so-called miracles are sometimes no different from curses.

And Ji Jue has never been the lucky one.

He had this dream countless times, but the ending of the dream never changed because of his actions.

Every time I get here, the dream ends.

But this time, he did not wake up.

He raised his head and looked at the sky that did not belong to this dream.

Above the broken night sky, countless shining stars gradually appeared, moved, overlapped, intertwined, and turned into vague outlines, just like magnificent gods appearing among the mortals.

One after another.

They, them, or They, are looking at themselves.

Solemn and silent.

Waiting as always.

There was silence in the office.

Only a line of smoke rose silently from the ashtray.

Even in the Federation's history of disasters, the Tide of Flame ten years ago was a rare natural disaster.

The collapse and fall of a rift caused the disaster value to rise above the alarm line. A burning wind rose from the southern part of the Quancheng ruins, rampaging and boiling the West Sea.

Even if no major city was destroyed as a result, the losses caused by it dealt a heavy blow to the economy of the entire Haizhou, which almost collapsed, and the tragedies caused by it were countless.

As the only survivor of that accident...

Wen Wen didn't know whether Ji Jue's luck was good or bad.

Facing a natural disaster, even if one is able to survive, it does not mean luck, but the beginning of misfortune - for those who can survive such a natural disaster, there is usually a name, called "the cursed".

Ordinary people are involved in natural disasters, and it is good if they are just a little unlucky. However, the chance of them changing into evil is much greater than that of ordinary people, and it is almost impossible for them to have a good ending.

Over the years, Ji Jue has never experienced spontaneous combustion, which is already incredibly good.

"Sister Wen, why are you checking this all of a sudden?"

After a long silence, Su Zi on the other end of the phone asked curiously, "Could it be that he was involved in some incident?"

"No, there isn't."

Wen Wen shook her head decisively: "I just encountered it when I was repairing the motorcycle. I was a little curious."

"……Eh?"

Su Zi's voice was drawn out in a long tone, and it was obvious that she was being deceived politely: "Then remember to treat me to a meal later, and you are not allowed to use the Security Bureau cafeteria to make up the number."

"Okay okay."

Wen Wen nodded, and after a moment's silence, she suddenly asked, "Suzi, you have worked in the Investigation Department for such a long time and have read the files of so many people.

If, I mean, if, the cursed one is chosen by God..."

"Are you serious?"

Su Zi was also surprised: "This probability? Without relying on the inspiration of the higher-ups, it cannot be said that self-awakening is absolutely impossible. It can only be said that it is a daydream. It is more practical to buy a lottery ticket.

Ordinary people who have been affected by the evil have almost been marked by the whirlpool.

To put it in an analogy, it's like walking on a tightrope on a cliff with a several-hundred-pound iron ball tied to your ankle. It's already amazing to be able to move forward two steps, let alone fly into the sky. "

"Is that so? Thank you."

After listening to this, Wen Wen didn't say anything else.

After the call was disconnected, the office was shrouded in silence again, with only the ticking of the clock as the only sound.

But when she looked at the empty report document on the computer screen, she was distracted again and looked at the sky outside the window.

If, a person who should have fallen into the abyss, could one day soar into the sky...then his wings would definitely be very beautiful, right?

Wen Wen started laughing.

The night sky is so clear and cloudless.

The stars are shining and the light is gentle.

　V0.0001 patch update notice: The name of the organization that appeared in the previous chapter, 'Dragon Worship Cult', has been renamed 'Dragon Festival' to avoid confusing readers because it has been used in many works.

　　
　
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