Since The Red Moon Appeared

When this flashy sword like a work of art pierced through his body and memory, the weird and fierce conflict in Lu Xin's body, the hands that stretched out to prop up the skin, instead It suddenly became quiet.

There were countless swords stuck in his body, and blood flowed down the hilts, forming a small river at his feet.

Inside the creek, more black threads grew.

These threads crawled all over his body, sewn his lips, and sewed his eyes.

Trapped in a memory cage, he was cut off from the outside world.

And his spiritual power, at this time, spread unconsciously, and gradually merged with Teacher Xiaolu's spiritual power.

The sound of frolicking and games that seemed real and unreal began to expand continuously and became more and more real.

In the entire Qinggang No. 2 satellite city, everyone seemed to see the figure of a child in the shadows, crawling around.

They laughed happily, as if they were in the sun.

But the more they laughed, the more oppressive guilt lingered in the air.

This sense of guilt is enough to overwhelm all reason and memory.

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At the same time, No. 8 stood in front of Teacher Xiaolu.

The black suit and white shirt on his body were being stained red with blood, as if large swaths of bright red flowers were blooming.

His palms were trembling, and the sword of judgment in his suit underwear was also trembling non-stop.

It seemed to be urging him to quickly attack the girl in front of him and end the trial.

But No. 8 just stood there with a suitcase in his hand.

His face and forehead kept blooming, and wounds appeared, like cracks in porcelain.

"Why me?"

He muttered to himself, eyes blurred: "Why do you want me to stay?"

"Number nine, number nine, don't you want to stop me?"

"Why don't you just kill me, but leave me here alone?"

"..."

His voice was full of puzzlement, and enduring this intense torture, he almost went crazy.

"Because he believes in you..."

A somewhat gentle voice sounded in Number Eight's ears, it was a strange tremor of spiritual power, like a woman's sigh:

"Although you will be angry because of your stubbornness, although you will want to beat you up, and although you don't like your behavior of suing, you are still his family after all, and you grew up in the orphanage with him. The family that he remembers first."

"Number 8, he also hopes that you can become Xu Jing and really get rid of this number..."

"..."

"..."

Hearing this voice, Number Eight's body suddenly trembled more violently, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Looking at Teacher Xiaolu on the sofa, his emotions suddenly became uncontrollable.

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"I was really wrong in the past?"

Trapped in the cage of memory, Lu Xin is looking at his life in confusion.

He had thought he would not be afraid of the trial.

After all, being active, healthy and working hard is simply... perfect.

But after being completely affected by the power of judgment, he suddenly discovered that his life was really horrible.

From a kindergarten to a business company, from a company to being recruited by the Special Qing Department...

Do you have any regrets in your past life?

Yes, very many.

It seems that I can do better in everything, and I can do it less stupidly. If I carefully observe every period of my life, I can find many things that I regret, and even make myself feel ashamed and want to kill myself. this self.

Everyone faces an ultimate curse: if only they hadn't...

Lu Xin was looking at every self in the past.

Watching them being pierced by the silver sword of judgment, watching their chests bleeding, standing quietly in front of him.

Looking at their faces one by one, there was an expression of pain or shame.

Looking at them like a long queue, from the first memory I had, it has been lined up in front of me.

At this moment, he only had one thought, to veto everything in the past.

Under the influence of great anger and shame, he swung the swords of judgment one after another.

Inserted fiercely into every one's own body.

Only by killing your past self can you undo the mistakes you made in the past.

One after another, the swords of judgment were inserted into his body, carrying hatred and denial of himself.

In his own memory, he started a massacre.

Kill yourself at every stage.

Whether it is playing Tetris quietly in the company, or secretly poking red envelopes.

Those who are bullied in the company are still trying their best to act in front of Mr. Xiaolu...

In the end, he walked through a long gap, the part that was really missing from his memory, to the beginning...

... Orphanage.

This is where it all happened and where the pain everyone is carrying today started.

Lu Xin hated this place the most, and also hated himself at this moment.

So he took the sword of judgment that had killed many people, broke into the orphanage, and came to the end of memory.

Or rather, the source.

He saw the first person in his memory.

It was a little boy who hugged his legs and hid in the corner of the pale laboratory, sitting quietly.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Xin who was covered in blood and held the sword of judgment in his hand.

The eyes are very clean, and the whole person looks very empty.

"Is this the original self?"

"Is this little monster who killed everyone in the orphanage?"

"..."

This strange feeling enveloped Lu Xin's whole body.

He slowly raised the sword of judgment, pointing at the little boy sitting in the corner.

Obviously killing the original self at this time can allow myself to be truly liberated and truly relaxed.

However, Lu Xin suddenly hesitated again.

This is not reconciled.

It's the kind of unwillingness that arises when Teacher Xiaolu tells you about the biggest illusion in your life and when you're exhausted.

He looked at the little boy, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

This is the source of his own memory, and the culprit is that he did the orphanage thing, which caused the painful beginning.

It was also from him that he had this miserable life.

So, as long as he is solved, everything will be solved.

I will be completely destroyed, and all the mistakes I have made will be erased.

From now on, there will be no guilty self in this world.

When Lu Xin looked at the little boy, he slowly raised his head and looked at Lu Xin quietly.

All kinds of shadows appeared around, with long and dazzling light.

There are scenes of him being observed in a huge, empty room.

There is a scene where he was sent to the experiment table and cut up bit by bit.

There are also scenes of observing his emotional changes under the stimulation of various noises or strong lights.

There are also scenes of walking by the operating tables one after another, hearing countless cries and struggling, but being completely unmoved.

Very few people can have such an experience.

Face to face with the past self, with eye contact, as the two ends, discuss the life in the middle.

Neither of them seemed to have spoken to each other, and they seemed to have exchanged a lot of opinions.

Looking at the little boy huddled in the corner, Lu Xin didn't know whether he should swing his sword and kill him, or...

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"Bypass him and execute the trial!"

At the same time, the executors outside had sensed that Lu Xin was rapidly falling into self-isolation.

It can also be felt that the power of judgment has completely overwhelmed this person, and has begun to pollute him from the bottom of his heart. The countless black silk threads are rapidly sealing Lu Xin up, changing his appearance and spiritual radiation bit by bit.

Even the clothes on his body are about to become the same black suit as himself.

Only a little bit, can form the final complete pollution.

An executor is born.

They didn't dare to urge this process, and they were powerless to speed it up. Therefore, they also made a unified choice at the same time.

They poured into Red Moon Elementary School like flowing water, bypassed Lu Xin, walked into the teaching building, or directly passed through the wall of the teaching building, like a huge shadow, from all directions, gathered around the office.

"It's time to judge..."

"Xu Jing, please complete your mission as an executor..."

"..."

Different faces emerged from the wall next to the office.

Reflected from the reflection of the glass window.

Born from Mr. Xiaolu's hallucination, he watched No. 8 faintly.

Because he was the one who accepted Mr. Xiaolu's accusation, the last key was also on him.

But amidst countless gazes, No. 8 just stood silently, his body trembling all the time.

Until he was completely surrounded by executors, he also completely lost all options.

Instead, his state stabilized, and he silently put the silver suitcase in his hand on the ground.

Looking up at the indifferent faces, he replied in a low voice: "I can't carry out the execution."

"Shua!"

The countless faces around him suddenly became angry and cold.

But looking at them, Xu Jing was calmer than ever before, and whispered: "Because, I also feel that she is not wrong."

"I can't kill a man who is willing to take on his sins just because of his kindness."

"..."

"You are the executor of the midnight court."

Countless faces around suddenly opened and closed at the same time, making a sound like ocean waves: "What you need to do is to execute."

"You cannot violate the power of judgment..."

"..."

"I am the executor of the midnight court..."

Xu Jing slowly raised his head and looked at the faces.

It also seems that it is not only these faces that are looked at, but something deeper.

He slowly said: "But I am also a person who grew up in an orphanage, a person who used to depend on her..."

While speaking these words slowly, he reached into the inside of the suit and took out the exquisite Judgment Sword.

Then he looked down, as if a little bit reluctant.

But he still gently dropped the sword on the ground, and then touched a vase next to it.

He looked up at the executor with a clear attitude.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his skin was covered with cracks, and his white shirt looked abnormally dull and wrinkled. Moreover, his image was like a hooligan picking up a brick. An unprecedented moment of embarrassment in my life.

But his eyes were also brighter than ever before.

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"Clang..."

In the memory cage, facing the expressionless little boy, the sword of judgment in Lu Xin's hand also fell to the ground.

He didn't stab the little boy huddled in a corner with his sword.

Instead, she slowly stepped forward, squatted in front of him, gently stretched out her hands, and hugged him.

How can you blame a little boy who has been locked up in an experiment since he was a child?

Even if this little boy is himself...

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"If you betray the Midnight Court, you betray fairness..."

"You also need to be judged..."

It seemed that anger had hit the hearts of these executors, making their expressions slightly distorted.

Because of their appearance, the slightly distorted air ripples also began to rise layer by layer, constantly setting off peaks.

The executors all bypassed Lu Xin and walked into Red Moon Elementary School.

In the office on the third floor, No. 8 held a vase in his hand, showing his ferocity to the executors.

Like a child who could only sue and be beaten at first, he finally learned to fight.

At the gate of the elementary school, Lu Xin stood quietly in the same place, and the little hands that kept supporting his skin suddenly disappeared.

It seems that the conflict in memory has finally subsided.

In the memory cage, hugging the little boy, he began to re-examine his past self and think seriously.

One by one they appeared in this laboratory, some were bigger, some were smaller, some had blood on their bodies, some had hair like chicken coops, their faces were confused, and some were holding an envelope in their hands , and subconsciously hid behind her back, that was the first payment Chen Jing gave back then, and someone stood quietly in front of the window shrouded in night, alone, looking out the window.

Lu Xin's heart suddenly began to tremble violently.

In fact, no one is not hard enough.

They just happened to exist in the past, and helped them survive the most difficult time at the beginning...

The original self, the self who was indifferent to everything, did not have the emotions that I can feel now.

Then, how can I criticize him for looking at the world indifferently?

I was the first to enter the company, because I didn't want to do anything wrong, so I could only learn what others did.

How can I blame him for being too rigid at that time, only knowing how to work overtime?

When I saw Teacher Xiaolu again, I had already forgotten the past, so how could I not greet her with a smile?

The self at different times shaped the present self...

... So, why deny the past?

There is no need to regret in life, just like complex data will only have one result after precise calculation. Putting the present self into the past, under the specific data at that time, the choice made by oneself is also the same .

Perception, emotion, desire, cognition, instinct, and memory are the data that determine everything.

The ego, before finding the spiritual core, is just a marionette in these data.

All the past selves were in this coerced time, helping the current self to find the real self.

Thinking of this, a sense of relief suddenly appeared on Lu Xin's face.

However, even he himself didn't know that in this memory cage, when all his selves were preparing to reconcile, in the corner of the laboratory, the original self, who was held in his arms by him, had a sudden expression on his face. A slightly surprised and curious expression appeared.

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"Shua!"

When countless executors poured into the Red Moon Elementary School and rushed to the office on the third floor, Lu Xin suddenly woke up.

His eyes were already closed, but when the executors took action, they were forcibly opened.

Because of too much force, his eyes were directly torn by the black silk thread, forming a bloody mess.

But in that fuzzy flesh and blood, one can still see a strange light blooming from the eyes, and the heart that was empty because of knowing Mr. Xiaolu's lie also gave birth to a subtle and strange feeling at this moment. His emotions, everything in the memory cage just now became blurred the moment he woke up, only one scene suddenly became very clear.

That was the scene when I was very young, a self from the future, gently hugging the original self.

Maybe no one really cares about themselves?

But, sometimes, isn't the hug I give myself the same warmth?

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"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

At the same time, the executors passing by Lu Xin and the executors who had been staring at him stopped at the same time. They thought that Lu Xin was about to be completely polluted and became one of them, but Suddenly there was an accident at this time.

There were no accidents in the process of contamination and it went very smoothly.

It's like poisoning a person, the whole process went smoothly, watching the person drink the poison.

But at this moment, they suddenly discovered that the man was not dead...

Lu Xin was like this, he was obviously under the strongest and most thorough pollution, but he opened his eyes at this time instead.

There was life in his eyes.

"you……"

In the sight of these executors, and being overwhelmed by the power of judgment, Lu Xin slowly opened his mouth, and bit by bit he pulled away the black thread on his lips, and said in a somewhat ambiguous voice: "You guys Everyone wants to judge me and accuse me?"

"I do not accept……"

"..."

All the executors stopped abruptly when Lu Xin's voice sounded.

And on the roof in the distance, the mother and sister suddenly became excited when they saw Lu Xin's appearance.

The younger sister didn't know what happened, but she felt the changes in Lu Xin's body, and subconsciously became very excited.

On the other hand, the mother's eyes brightened slightly, as if the heart that had been raised tightly just now finally fell down at this moment.

Her eyes were even slightly red, and she seemed a little moved.

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There was a little confusion in the voice, and Lu Xin's body shook slightly. He seemed to be making a statement without emotion, but it seemed that this calmness already represented his understanding of himself in the past and his relationship with himself. time, maximum reconciliation:

"Even if my life started with a misunderstanding, that's my life."

"Maybe full of loopholes, but there is absolutely no need for others to point fingers..."

"You want to judge me above the rules and condescendingly, then I want to ask..."

"..."

When he said this, his voice suddenly changed from blurred to extremely clear.

The black silk threads on his body broke and disappeared completely.

The sword of judgment that was inserted into his body also seemed to be melted by the scorching heat in an instant.

It turned into drops of fiery red juice, flowing down his body and slowly flowing to his feet...

The black shadow slowly surged, like a gloomy night, faintly mixed with excited laughter.

And Lu Xin's eyes lightly turned to each of the executors in front of him, and a strange provocation gradually appeared in his voice:

"Are you qualified?"

"..."

"Wow..."

At the same time, all the executors took a step back.

They moved in unison, raised their heads to look at Lu Xin, and at the same time, raised their palms and pressed down on Lu Xin.

They were unwilling to accept the scene in front of them, how could someone escape from the trial?

In this world, everyone has dark secrets, so everyone has a reason to be judged.

This is the power of judgment.

No one can escape judgment, let alone this man...

Under the influence of their spiritual power, layers of air ripples quickly enveloped Lu Xin's body, and all kinds of trial forces once again invaded every level of Lu Xin, quickly digging into Lu Xin's heart The darkness inside, distorted.

But this time, they soon discovered that the facts were different from what they had imagined.

Under the influence of their spiritual power, the picture in front of them is constantly changing, distorting, and beating.

It seems that the lines have been disrupted and reorganized, and scenes of flickering phantoms appear in the field of vision.

Lu Xin allowed the spiritual power to act on him, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, and the surrounding pictures began to flicker non-stop.

In some scenes, Lu Xin stood at the gate of the elementary school to block them.

In some pictures, behind Lu Xin, there seems to be a strange old building...

The air seemed to be silent for a moment, and then there was movement in the old building.

Broken windows were pushed open one after another, and pairs of eyes appeared in the dark room.

Every executor felt the strange spiritual power in the old building at this time, and couldn't help but his heart trembled violently, as if being lifted by a hand, all attention was captured by the person in the window. His eyes were attracted to him, and his palms trembled slightly.

Then, they gradually saw clearly the faces emerging from the windows of the old building.

Lu Xin.

All the faces that appeared in the building were Lu Xin's faces.

Young, or old, indifferent, or smiling, fierce, or gentle...

Every face is Lu Xin, but the body is different.

Some grew on the body of a spider, and some had giant octopus tentacles wrapped around them.

Some bodies are just a bunch of broken bodies stitched together, and some are tall and thin, almost touching the ceiling.

What was there was just a pile of broken tissues, sticking to the ceiling, with only a head hanging down.

All these faces were smiling towards the executors.

When Lu Xin, who was standing in front of the building, spoke with a feeling of laziness, they all followed suit.

The voices are also uniform, but because countless voices overlap together, it seems extremely uncomfortable:

"Your so-called judgment is just digging out every dark corner of people's hearts and condemning people..."

"I chose to face the world with the kindest side..."

"But you just want to question me..."

"..."

A smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Then have you ever thought about it, if everyone showed their truest side..."

"Is it me who can't stand it, or is it the world?"

It was written in one breath, without chapters.

There was a pimple in the eyelid of my left eye, which made my eyes feel very uncomfortable. I shed more tears this day than before, and I almost couldn’t open it, feeling uncomfortable.