Chapter 956 Traveler

Three hours ago, Iceland.

The morning has just passed, a slightly cold wind blows from the distant mountains, and the birds on the branches rise into the sky.

In the small town, the door of the fast food restaurant was pushed open, making a clanging sound.

The boss at the counter raised his head, pushed up his glasses, and saw a familiar customer.

Outside the door, in the light rain, a man wearing round tortoise shell glasses put away his umbrella and put it on the shelf. After treading water on the cushion, he walked in and sat next to the bar.

After taking off the hat, gray hair is revealed.

"Good morning, Mr. Lu."

The boss carrying the coffee pot came up and poured him a cup of steaming coffee to dispel the chill: "What are you going to have today, the same as before?"

"Yes, another pack of toast, pack it up."

The man named Mr. Lu looked a little older, but his specific age could not be determined. He just took a sip of the coffee cup and waited quietly.

In this small town, many residents were familiar with each other. When they saw him walking in, they greeted each other warmly, and he responded gently one by one.

Soon, the boss who returned from the kitchen put down the plate and the packed toast. He was not in a hurry and started chatting casually with Mr. Lu amidst the old jazz music playing on the jukebox.

Anyway, business is quiet.

"It's so rare. I've never seen you order toast before." The elderly shopkeeper leaned on the counter and asked curiously: "What, do you want to try a new flavor?"

"yes."

Mr. Lu nodded, "Life is long, there must be some new fun."

When eating, he always takes his time. Even though it is an ordinary fish and chips set meal, he still holds a knife and fork and eats gracefully and calmly, which has a gentle beauty.

Unlike other people, he did not look at his mobile phone while eating, nor did he pay attention to the pictures on the TV. He just concentrated on eating, as if what was placed in front of him was a delicious meal worthy of being taken seriously.

"What day is today?"

After finally putting down his knife and fork, he looked at the strings of colored lights ready to be hung in the corner of the store and asked curiously: "Is it Christmas?"

"No, it's still early."

The shop owner laughed and sighed softly: "It's just a celebration of the 30th anniversary of the store's opening. It's not a big deal."

"Thirtieth anniversary? So soon?"

Mr. Lu nodded slightly, understanding: "So I have been here for more than thirty years... How is Peter's child? I heard that he just got married a few days ago."

"Yes, it's not far away to find a life in a big city like London, but you don't have much time to come back. After having a child in a few months, it may be even later."

"When will you retire?"

Mr. Lu held the coffee cup and drank slowly: "Are you getting old too? It's almost time for a new person to come."

The shopkeeper's expression froze for a moment and he didn't speak.

It was like looking at the drizzle outside the window in a trance.

The store gradually became quiet.

Soon, there was a vibrating sound on the desktop, and the screen of the mobile phone placed next to the coffee cup suddenly lit up, and an unfamiliar phone number popped up.

But Mr. Lu didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer the phone.

Just drinking coffee quietly.

The screen went dark and bright, bright and dark again.

What's strange is that the number that comes from the order is garbled and constantly changing.

"The call is coming." the store manager said.

"Don't worry, wait a while."

Mr. Lu stared at the reflection in the coffee cup and said softly: "I want to be quiet for a while for the last time. I'm afraid I won't have such a quiet and leisurely life in the future."

He said, "Wait until I finish drinking."

"Then drink slowly."

The shopkeeper nodded, wiped his hands on his apron, and walked toward the kitchen.

Hasty steps.

However, after turning around, he heard the sound of falling to the ground behind him.

He froze in place, gripping the heavy handle of his pistol beneath his apron.

Soon, silence returned to the not-so-spacious store, except for the low melody of the jukebox with its hoarse and damaged sound.

Finally, the shop owner slowly turned around and stared at the man sitting next to the table drinking coffee.

"There's no need for this."

He said, "It's been thirty years, Lu Baiyan, why bother?"

"It's seventy years."

Lu Baiyan corrected him calmly: "Before I came here, I served nine years in prison. Then, I lived in London for more than thirty years, a place where it rains every day. I reported back and forth every week with a positioning ring on my leg. , living in a specific area, with inspectors visiting from time to time, like ornamental animals living in a cheap motel.

Later, someone thought I was getting old, so they asked me to come here, and I changed from watching animals to wild animals... It's actually the same, except that the cage is no longer visible.

That chain is still around my neck and has stayed with me for seventy years... to this day. "

Behind him, the residents who fell to the ground were no longer sound, only countless blue and purple capillaries appeared on their faces, waxing rapidly.

Several people had pistols and sirens falling from their hands, and clumps of mold grew.

Those dissipated essences carried strong poison, causing pieces of strange colors to emerge from the floor, tabletops and sofas, spreading rapidly, like an overturned paint bucket.

The store manager took a step back and pinched his collar subconsciously.

"No need to contact the surveillance team."

Lu Baiyan said: "I have been there before coming here."

He thought for a moment and said softly: "Before coming here, I went to many places..."

Outside the window, the deserted town was bathed in rain, silent.

There was a dead silence on the once bustling road.

There was only the store manager's muffled gasp.

"Are you crazy..." He pressed the pistol, veins bursting out on the back of his hand: "You should know that you can't escape! Even if you survive, you won't have a good life for the rest of your life!"

"It's the same as the days I stayed here, it's all in hell, there's no difference."

Lu Baiyan put down the cup in his hand and picked up the vibrating phone, "The time has come, old friend... we have to say goodbye."

Bang!

Loud noises of parting erupted, one after another.

One blood hole after another emerged from Lu Baiyan's body, but no blood flowed out, as if it had already been drained.

And in his hand, the phone was finally connected.

But there was no sound coming from inside.

At that moment, the store manager took a step back in horror, and finally noticed the slender figure beside him who didn't know when he appeared.

It's a teenager.

He has a face exactly like his son's when he was a child, but his eyes and hair are black, and he has a cheerful smile on his lips.

The child sat on the bar, happily staring at this scene, and finally looked at Lu Baiyan.

"It seems I came at the wrong time?"

"It doesn't matter." Lu Baiyan took one last look at the broken porcelain cup on the table and said, "I just want to finish this cup of coffee."

"Are you just so nostalgic, Lu Baiyan?"

The Roman boy was overjoyed and laughed: "Then why not stay in this cozy nest? Wait for Russell to come and deliver the belated reckoning and judgment... But, do you care about this kind of thing?"

"Actually, I'm not afraid of trial."

Lu Baiyan stroked the sharp stubble of the coffee cup, feeling the subtle sting.

"I'm more afraid that no one will come to me," he said. "I'm afraid that they will forget about me."

No one responded.

Only the sharp porcelain shard pricked the index finger, bringing the lonely pain of the forgotten.

On the floor behind the counter, the store manager, convulsing in pain, raised his head with difficulty and pressed the fatal switch.

A shattering sound rang out from Lu Baiyan's body, and a faint green flame was ignited from under the skeleton, quickly rising and spreading, covering and engulfing the old body.

Burn to ashes.

But on the skeleton that gradually turned to ashes, an ancient jade crown emerged, like an ancient cultural relic that had gone through vicissitudes of life, its color remained unchanged and glowed with a faint light despite the burning of the fire.

Then, on top of the bones, countless flesh and blood grew again, and a brand new face emerged.

Just like returning to youth.

Under the blessing of the crown, he shed the cocoon he had woven for seventy years, and his strong body returned to his prime and was reborn from the flames.

Immediately afterwards, black shadows rose from Lu Baiyan's feet, following the memories and instincts of the past, forming a set of solemn attire.

"I really miss this sign..."

Lu Baiyan lowered his head and stared at the emblem of the Utopia on his chest. He looked at it for a final moment and then stretched out his hand to scratch it out, leaving only a blank space.

Just like that, the last shackles were broken off.

He stood up slowly, picked up the packaged toast next to him, looked around the silent room one last time, and solemnly said goodbye: "Thank you for staying with me for so many years."

"Thanks for the coffee, too."

Lu Baiyan wiped the corners of his mouth and said softly, "I'm going on a trip."

"Goodbye, everyone--"

He pushed open the door and walked out.

Holding an umbrella, we walked towards the world engulfed by the cold rain.

Disappearing.

In the town that fell into silence and there was no sound anymore, there were only endless black butterflies emerging from the cold corpses, like surging tides under the fertile water of blood.

After a long cold winter, they spread their wings covered with giant eyes and rose from this new hell.

Welcome to new life.

Scale powder fell, and it rained death.

Three hours later, on the roaring helicopter, Huai Shi had already connected to the conference call.

Surveillance footage from a fast food restaurant appeared on the screen in his hand.

"This is the message sent by the school affairs office half an hour ago." On the headset, the vice principal introduced: "It has been assessed as a major malignant incident by the decision-making room of the administrative bureau."

"Who is this?" Huai Shi asked.

"Lu Baiyan, once a member of the Utopia." Isaac said: "It seems that the survivors after the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven have completely surrendered to the Golden Dawn... If you ask me, they should have been killed seventy years ago. his."

"Just because he is a lucky survivor?"

Russell asked back: "There is no doubt about the guilt, Isaac. We can't kill someone just because they talked to the people of the Golden Dawn. Besides, the person is in prison, and I can't rush in and cut him." Neck?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

On the other end of the phone, Marcus's voice suddenly sounded, shouting vaguely: "Burn his whole family! Beat his mother!"

"——The traitor must die!!!!"

"Okay, okay, don't get choked, speak slowly, give me the phone...give me..."

There was a garbled sound.

Enough of you old men!

Isaac suppressed his irritation and continued to introduce details to Huai Shi.

"Seventy years ago, he was the only survivor in the core area when the Kingdom of Heaven fell...except for him, all his colleagues and students died.

Because his relevant experiences were vague, there were discrepancies with other people's reports, and he was suspected of colluding with the Golden Dawn, so he was imprisoned in the Tower of London.

Later, the internal court did not give a verdict because there was no direct evidence. After five years of imprisonment, it was transferred to surveillance. Finally, after more than thirty years of inspection, he was allowed to leave London - and has been living in a small town in Iceland ever since. For thirty years, until a few hours ago, he killed everyone. "

"Ha, speaking of which, he is still your colleague." Russell suddenly interjected.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"His stigmata also belongs to the path of Tianwen." Russell said: "It just so happens that he is the same as you, Huai Shi."

Huai Shi's movements stagnated.

"Same?"

"Yes."

Russell said: "It's just that his rank is higher than yours. In the past, he was considered the only one who could possibly become the new generation of 'Dong Jun'.

Like you, he is the great commander of Tianwen Road. "

Maybe God can’t bear to see me as a lazy dog... After asking for leave, I decided to go out for a meal, and then my head was broken by a lampshade on New Year’s Eve. I received five stitches in the hospital and couldn’t wash my hair... Why am I so miserable QAQ