Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2366: The origin of Li Zhijun

No matter from which point of view, Lin Sanjiu could not find a reason to trust Li Zhijun.

First of all, Orcius was born from "Fushiro", right? Would Li Zhijun not know anything about what he did? How did he react when Orcius almost wiped out the entire group?

Secondly, isn’t “Lord of Li” a comic character? What exactly is going on here is also a mess... In short, how could he not know that he was actually "Fusiro" before today?

After many years, he suddenly met Kurosawa Ji again. After meeting him again, his greatest hope was to become a companion... No matter how he thought about it, he seemed to regard himself as a fool.

However, reason, reason, common sense...all kinds of solid and reliable rebuttals could never drown out another small, clear intuition in Lin Sanjiu's heart: what Mr. Li said was indeed true.

It’s weird, but not weird either.

When she saw people's faces illuminated by light and hope, caution and disbelief suddenly appeared on their faces.

She has also seen the loneliness and longing when a person is floating alone in the dark waves, looking at the lights on the other side... The difference is that Sibaan has been waiting silently. At this moment, he might be just like in the past, curling up silently and enduring the torture of every heartbeat.

But Li Zhijun is tough and almost greedy: if he wants to be a companion on the ship, he will be like a hunting beast, biting the prey's neck unexpectedly, and it will no longer struggle to leave. When there is a sign, he will slowly loosen his teeth, lick the wound he bit himself, and softly beg it to stay.

Lin Sanjiu was not stupid, she did not reveal her intuition at all.

"I don't believe it." She said coldly, "Implanting memories...is this how you treat your relatives and friends?"

"No...but I gave us a chance to become family friends."

Li Zhijun sighed and slowly sat down along the locker. It seemed that he really had no intention of doing anything; his legs stretched softly, and his posture was open and loose.

Even for a person with high combat power, it is not easy to protect himself in this posture.

"What choice do I have? As soon as you found out that I was Fusiro, you already regarded me as an enemy. With the shadow of Oasis, no matter what I say, even if I have a chance Say, can you all accept me without any grudges? When Kurosawa Ji realized that the friend he had always been was not the person he thought he was, he... it would have been good if he didn't kill me."

He smiled bitterly and scratched his hair a few times. "I don't know how to get you to believe me. Part of me wishes that Orcius was still alive...if I had been involved in the fight against him, been injured, or even lost a foot or a Hand...you will believe me, right?"

"To gain my trust, maybe you can start by answering questions."

Lin Sanjiu stared at his eyes and gestured at him from top to bottom. "You - who are you now? What happened to 'Lord of Li'? Tell me from the beginning."

Even if she wanted to ask, there were too many things that confused her, and she was afraid that the more she asked, the more confused she would become.

"It's a long story."

Li Zhijun's eyes seemed to be drawn into the depths of time and space by her words, and there was a bit of hesitation on his face. "I haven't thought about my identity as 'Fusiro' for a long, long time...

"I also forgot...that was how many years ago it was. As if overnight, my home world was ended by the doomsday. Like thousands of other evolved people who survived, I was thrown into the doomsday world. At that time, I was still Fusiro."

Lin Sanjiu remembered the graphic novel in Pina's hand and refrained from interrupting him.

"I soon discovered that I seemed to be favored by God. Whether it was the speed of evolution or the power, quantity or type of evolutionary abilities, I was far beyond ordinary people... This is not my boast. , you have seen the product of my ability."

"Olcius is the product of your ability?"

Li Zhijun—perhaps he should be called Fu Xiluo—shrugged his shoulders.

"In a sense, yes. But I'm going to go step by step in chronological order, because mentioning Orcius now is jumping too far ahead."

Lin Sanjiu nodded. She must always remind herself not to relax too; she believes that Fu Xiluo is telling the truth, but she still has to be prepared for a military encounter before she gets the whole truth.

"I am not the only one who is favored by God for some unknown reason, right?" Fu Xiluo smiled and said, "But I can guarantee that among such people, there are people like me. There is no one with the same mood."

When he said this, he turned his head to the side, avoiding Lin Sanjiu's eyes, as if he was a little bit ashamed.

"What kind of mood are you feeling?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but ask.

"I remember that at that time, I would not encounter any danger or difficulty in almost any apocalyptic world. Survival soon became no longer a problem... For me, even a visa was a problem. It’s a dispensable thing. But it’s strange,” Fusiro chuckled softly, “People who don’t need it are more popular with it.”

This sentence brought back countless memories to Lin Sanjiu; she silently expressed her agreement.

“Without my immediate priorities, my life becomes... very boring.”

Fu Xiluo bent his legs and wrapped his arms around his knees.

From Lin Sanjiu's angle, she could see his drooped neck; it seemed to be a guarantee that if she had any doubts, she could cut it off at any time.

"Whether it is before the end of the world or after the end of the world, human life... is like a hamster in a wheel. We keep running, keep moving, and keep doing work on the universe... try our best, Just to be able to stay where you are and maintain the status quo.”

He stretched out his two palms under the slightly white light of the storage room. His hands are large, with clear and slender finger bones.

Lin Sanjiu was vaguely wary of what would appear on those hands, but Fu Xiluo seemed to just want to take a look at his empty hands after so many years.

"After eating, you will be hungry again soon. Even if you get enough sleep, you will still become tired. Even if you are an evolved person with such amazing abilities, you cannot avoid any physical problems. It is something that humans have to do, but do it but feel that it is meaningless.”

He said in a vague voice: "Back then, I was already a very powerful evolver...According to many people's imagination, I must have lived a life of whatever I wanted. But you know that period of time What is the thing that makes me feel ridiculous and unwilling but unable to get rid of it the most?"

Fu Xiro himself seemed to find it funny, snorted and said: "Wash the pot."

"Huh?" Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"As a person, I always have to eat. I will use a pot when eating, whether it is heating or cooking... I have to wash it after use, because it is not always possible to find a usable pot in the apocalyptic world. ”

He seemed to feel some kind of absurdity, and laughed with crooked eyes: "It's the end of the world! There are no wire balls, detergent, or tap water... But I have to find a way to wash the pot, and again and again. Wash on the floor. Sometimes food residues get squeezed into the gaps between fingernails, and greasy residues remain on the fingertips, which is disgusting and annoying. Sometimes it can't be washed cleanly, and the pot is worn out when I apply force, so I have to find another pot.

"I also used to control others later. However, this opened up a series of new troubles. Should I use my body to manage the house? Or capture ordinary evolvers? How to control it? What is the best level of injury? How to prevent him from resisting? How to prevent it? Did he run away? I had to find another one when he was gone. In the end, I found that it was not as fast as me."

Fu Xilao shook his head and said: "At that time, I could make people get lost in my voice, I could implant a memory that was beneficial to me, I could make a building collapse in an instant... However, The so-called evolutionary ability and the apocalyptic world are like a beautiful layer of candy wrapper. Under the candy wrapper, it is still the life of a human being - hair needs to be washed when it is dirty, nails have to be cut when they are long, but the nail clipper cannot be found. After eating, I had to brush my teeth, wash my clothes, repair my equipment, look for shoelaces, rub the dead battery on my pants, bargain, and collect combustibles. I heard about a good place for trading, but when I went there I found that it was already deserted. , to kill a person who betrayed you, you still have to bite the bullet and get to know the next one."

He let out a long sigh. ~IndoMTL.com~Human beings... don't seem to realize that they are enduring endless, trivial troubles, hardness, oppression and boredom all the time. But I seemed to be the only one walking barefoot on an endless gravel road. ”

"Then what?" Lin Sanjiu slowly sat down as he asked.

"One time I was walking alone on the road with a pointing needle in my hand. I remember I was looking for somewhere... There was something urgent that needed to be done, but it wasn't important. Anyway, I held it , while walking, the pointer slipped and fell to the ground, shattering like that."

Fu Xiro suddenly sat up straight, threw his head back and laughed almost uncontrollably.

"What, I'm an evolver! But there are times when I can't hold things firmly. Special items also have fragile types, and no matter how powerful they are, there are destinations that can't be found. For such a boring reason, I didn't Isn't it ridiculous to be able to rush in time to finish that thing that I have been thinking about for a long time?"

Lin Sanjiu looked at him blankly.

For some reason, even though she knew that he was the Fusiro who implanted memories for his friends and gave birth to Occidental, she still had an urge to hold his hand and tell him He's fine - people who are burdened by life must be too tired and lonely, right?

"I looked down at the fragment pointing to the needle, and felt that the world was ridiculous. I didn't know what I was doing, and what was the meaning of my life running like this and staying where I was." Fusiro calmed down and continued to tell. : "Shortly after that, I thought of a solution."

"...What can I do?"

He smiled.

"I turned myself into a body steward. The personality of this body steward is the character I saw in a comic, Mr. Li."