Boundary Convention

It was a bit cold outside the ward, and not long after leaving the ward, Huang Yuan missed the warm bed and the air conditioner with a good temperature.

After Lake left, George kept urging him to get up to see the new barley he cultivated. As a patient, he couldn't beat the energetic child, so he had no choice but to follow.

He clearly remembered that the last time he walked in this place was before he went to Dyson Bay. Through the glass window, he could still clearly see burnt instruments and crystal fragments that had not been cleaned in the room. He can vividly remember what happened here.

But for some reason, it felt as if he had been away for a long time, and I felt a little nostalgic in my heart.

Following George's cheerful little steps, the wasteland came to this underground farm again.

He vaguely remembered how surprised he was when he saw this place for the first time, but the wheat and highland barley crops that once grew to half a person's height have now been harvested, and there are only some pointed wheat seedlings in the soil in front of him . Unexpectedly, it brings a subtle sense of vicissitudes.

George excitedly held Huang Yuan's hand and sang the newly made up nursery rhymes. The wasteland, which was still a little stiff, couldn't keep up with his footsteps.

After passing through several ridges of crops, George led the wilderness to a remote corner. Just at the edge of the gap between two stones, there was a small cave quietly hidden in the thick shadows, so small that even the wilderness Small people can only squat down to enter, just like the narrow secret passage with hidden treasures in fairy tales.

Probably because of this, the wasteland didn't notice this place at all when he came last time.

George ran forward quickly, without even thinking about it, he burrowed into the shadowed cave. Seeing this, Wasteland hesitated for a moment, then bent over and walked in.

This cave was not as long as the wasteland imagined, only less than two or three meters.

Going out from the corridor that can only be entered by shrugging your shoulders, the room at the end is not that spacious.

Perhaps because of this narrowness, this room has a little warmth, and it may also be related to the structure of the rock wall.

Huang Yuan stood up, looked around, and found some rare gadgets standing majestically on a small earthen platform not far away.

And George was just under those rare things, looking at him smugly, like a stinky kid waiting for a compliment—no, the guy in front of him was clearly a kid. .

This is... Just as Huang Yuan wanted to step forward, he stretched out his hand involuntarily, wanting to touch the whiteness reflected in his eyes, but he was suddenly interrupted by a sharp pain from the sole of his feet——George ruthlessly stomped on him.

"Hey! What do you want?"

George yelled, and stomped on the soles of the wasteland's feet again, but this time the wasteland reacted and moved his feet away, causing George's soles to slam on the hard ground, and his whole body convulsed. Hmm...it looks like my feet are numb.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Huang Yuan rubbed his head and said with some embarrassment, "I thought I was allowed to touch it."

Yes, he hadn't seen this thing for too long, and for anyone who loved painting and was full of sensuality in his heart, this kind of thing had special meaning.

This thing is a flower.

Since ancient times, besides fruits and tableware, flowers have been painted the most by painters.

Perhaps due to amnesia in the past, the wasteland's memory of flowers is somewhat vague, and the latest impression of flowers only comes from the black and white illustrations in the library and the artificial flowers seen when fleeing to Dyson Bay, and there are no flowers planted in the library. The professor once explained the reason, because learning only needs green to relieve visual pressure, and other colorful colors will distract people.

Seeing the flowers again, Huang Yuan was really excited, so he couldn't help but want to touch the living fresh petals.

"this……"

This is a day lily.

It's really strange, Huang Yuan felt that his memory of flowers should be very vague, but he still couldn't help saying the name of the flower in front of him, as if something had awakened in his mind.

"It's a miracle..."

Wilderness murmured to himself, indeed, the existence of this flower... No, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it survived, no matter where it is viewed from, it is constructed from possibilities that are close to impossible.

First of all, this place was called Kunlun Mountain a long time ago. He learned in the library that even before the drastic climate change, Kunlun Mountain was not a place suitable for human habitation. One of the designated 'forbidden areas' can be called a ghostly place where no grass grows. This is why the coalition government has never been able to send a large-scale army to exterminate the eternal undead, because the cost performance is too low.

Although daylily is a cold-resistant plant with strong viability, it is impossible to survive under such extremely harsh conditions.

The reason why this day lily can bloom is entirely due to the accidental formation of a natural greenhouse in this small space and special rock structure, plus the proper humidity deposited in the enclosed space.

"Even in terms of simple probability theory, this is a very low probability. Moreover, this flower feels out of place with the surrounding environment, as if it was deliberately bloomed here..."

"What are you talking about? This is barley."

George said, looking at the white flowers hanging on the platform.

"This is the prettiest barley I've ever grown."

"Why do you call everything barley? It's clearly not the same plant."

"Then what kind of plant are you?"

"I'm not a plant, I'm a human being, thank you."

"I'm also human, but I don't look like you. Am I not human anymore? Hmph!"

"You are obviously sophistry."

"Obviously you don't understand!"

"All right, all right, you said it was barley, so are you going to give this to Mo You?" Huang Yuan was used to George's rhetoric.

Hemerocallis is also called 'Forget Worry Grass'. Although George still firmly believes that it is barley, he still can't help but associate this flower with Moyou. What's more... its color is so special.

"Huh? How do you know?"

"this……"

Moor didn't want to talk about barley and flowers with George anymore, so he had to change the word.

"Because I think this flower matches the image of Mo You very well, they are all the same white color."

"Hmm!" George nodded, "The hero sees the same thing!"

"but……"

"But what?"

"This kind of flower... oh no, barley, I remember that there should be no white ones."

"Will there be no white?"

"Yes, this kind of barley is mostly red, orange, and white...but it's really rare, it probably came from a mutation."

"Ah, mutation, what does mutation mean?"

"This...to use a simple analogy, people are born like their parents, but if they are not born like their parents, it is a mutation."

Of course, there is another possibility, but Huang Yuan didn't mention it.

"So that's the case...then I might also be mutated."

"Why?"

"My mother and I don't look alike at all."

He said that it was only then that the wilderness remembered that he still had no idea what George's mother looked like, so he was suddenly a little curious, so he asked.

"Speaking of which, what does your mother look like?"

"Well... I don't remember, but Sister Beibei said that I don't look like my mother."

"Can not remember?"

"Yeah." George nodded, as if a little disappointed, "When I quarreled with Moyou before, Moyou said I was a child without a mother, and then I said that Sister Beibei was my mother, and she said I was not Beibei. Rita was born."

"This... so."

Mo You, this child, turned out to be such an outspoken person a long time ago.

Moor patted George on the shoulder.

"Actually, I don't know what my mother looks like."

"Huh? Don't you know?"

"I have amnesia, if I don't have amnesia, maybe I can remember it."

"Then you can go to Mo You, Mo You is a god, you can definitely find her."

"God...?"

Huang Yuan smiled wryly, it seems that the people here really regard Mo You as a god.

"Can you tell me why the people here regard Mo You as a god? Obviously Mo You can't even cure their decomposing disease."

If Mo You could treat the disintegration disease, then Belita would not need to use such dangerous equipment to treat the disintegration disease, right? Wasteland thought so.

"What are you talking about? Are you doubting Mr. You?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the wilderness said this, it made George angry.

He showed childish anger at this impious attitude of the moor, and stamped on the foot of the moor several times, but of course they all missed, and on the contrary, his feet were numb.

"Don't be angry, I'm just curious."

Looking at the panting George, Huang Yuan didn't know what to do. He could only smile and squat down to massage George's congested legs and feet.

"Hmph...you actually doubt Master You! Do you know that Master You was the center of the outbreak of the decomposition syndrome at that time!"

"She's in the center?" Huang Yuan was stunned for a moment.

"That's right, but she doesn't have decomposition syndrome!"

"Others, did she not contract any other diseases?" Huang Yuan asked quickly, and his intuition told him that this might be a big discovery.

But George didn't answer his question. He raised his fist and gestured twice, and said viciously, "Hmph! If it wasn't for the fact that I knew you today, you would have been kicked into the ground by today!"

"Okay, don't be angry, I won't ask, I won't ask." Huang Yuan coaxed, "By the way, where did you get this flower... this barley seed?"

"When I found this place, this barley had already been planted here!" George replied with a look of naturalness, as if it was a very normal thing, "But at that time, this barley was just a seedling, if there is no I took good care of it this day, but it still can’t grow up.”

After hearing this, Huangyuan raised his head again and looked at the daylily.

The flower was actually taken care of by George. From this point of view, the fact that the flower survived cannot be explained by coincidences such as probability and natural greenhouses.

Moor cast a meaningful glance at George.

Could it be that there is some kind of extraordinary will to continue the life of this flower.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, looked around, and found that there were no lighting tools, no lights, not even wires.

When I first entered here, the wasteland didn't pay attention to it, but now I suddenly realized it. Why is such a place so tightly wrapped by rock formations so bright?

"George, didn't you bring a flashlight when you came in?"

"No, there is no need for that kind of thing here."

He scanned the small space with his eyes, trying to find something similar to glowing moss, but found nothing.

In the end, Wasteland fixed his eyes on an inconspicuous corner next to the rock wall.

Quietly there, a strange thing lay quietly. Its shape was hard to describe, like various cubes in Tetris, superimposed randomly; but its irregular edges and corners, and irregular The curved edges that can be followed make it look like something that is naturally generated.

However, when the wilderness touched the obsidian-like outer shell that reflected the mottled glare, he suddenly felt that this was undoubtedly a man-made creation, because the natural world would not be born with such a smooth thing—at least not on the earth. There will be.

This weird object was so smooth that Huang Yuan couldn't pick it up with his hands, it slipped from Huang Yuan's hands again and again and fell to the ground. The wasteland, which was a little discouraged, discovered that these multiple falls had brought about even more unimaginable changes in it.

Due to the lack of friction, this object has a smoothness that cannot even be picked up by human hands. When it falls to the ground, it is like a piece of sugar, and it tightly absorbs the surrounding sand. It was also thanks to the sand that Huangyuan finally picked up the thing and looked at it carefully.

Looking at his own figure reflected in the black mirror like Wanhua mirror, he unconsciously used his fingertips to draw one of its chaotic edges and corners. The children all disappeared.

Suddenly, the small cave was plunged into darkness.

"Whoa! What's the matter! It's dark?" cried George through the darkness. "Who turned out the light?"

The wilderness lowered his head, and the object in his hand was still clearly visible. Although the color of this thing is the same as the shadow of the environment, but for some reason, this thing can be seen clearly. The wilderness has a good foundation in art, and he is confident that he is very good at observing light and shadow. He can be sure that this distorted thing does not emit light or reflect light, but can simply be 'visually'.

Wilderness thought for a while, and then tried to swipe the edge with his fingertips in the opposite direction.

Immediately, this airtight 'greenhouse' lit up again.

It's not that this thing is emitting light, there is no light source in this space itself, it just simply 'lights up'. Huang Yuan lowered his head, looked at his feet, and couldn't help but gasped.

Under his feet... there was no shadow.

Neither George nor the day lily in full bloom on the platform had any shadows.

"What the hell is this..."

This thing must be handed over to Mo Xiao...

While thinking about it, Huang Yuan put this thing into his pocket, and at this moment, his finger accidentally scratched one of the edges of this thing.

The thing shook violently, sending out a halo like a shock wave, which spread from the wasteland's hand in the room, and then returned to calm, as if nothing had changed...

Huang Yuan seemed to have noticed something, and immediately raised his head, only to find that densely packed text and strange patterns appeared on the wall above his head like a virtual projection.

"It's her! The ghost! The ghost is coming out!"

George looked at the wall in surprise, then at the moor.

"What did you idiot do! Get down!" said George, curling up with his head in his arms.

"Ghost? She? Who is she! You answer me first!" Huang Yuan hurriedly tried to pull George up

George stared at the wasteland for a while, and then began to stare at the distorted text on the wall that looked like a pattern.

"These words appeared before, and then, then there was a ghost, holding something, walked out, and then, it disappeared... Let's run!"

"Hey! If you don't know anything, what about that ghost? What does it look like?"

At this moment, almost at the same time, something strange really appeared before the eyes of Wasteland and George, a chaotic clutter appeared out of thin air, and then passed slowly past their eyes. Although it was very unstable, Wasteland was still convinced The image in front of him came from human beings, and this group of human-shaped clutter walked towards them unhurriedly, and then passed through the two of them. The moment they touched, the wilderness saw the true face of this clutter .

"Yes, it's you..." Huang Yuan murmured.

"Who is it?" George, who was already frightened, asked.

"I know the source of the catastrophe outbreak! If my deduction is correct, this is where the queen's sister was stationed when she arrived on Earth, and it is also where the queen fell!" The wasteland was a little excited for a moment, but fell into another moment the next moment. Puzzled, "But... why did this kind of place last for so long?!"

He thought of the location of the Palace of the Eternal Undead, and began to make a bold assumption. It was originally located in a mountain, which was excavated by later generations, so this so-called farm was actually inside the mountain.

Thinking of this, Huangyuan said to himself: "Is it really all because of the queen's arrival?"

"What are you talking about? Who is the queen's sister, and who is the queen?" George was at a loss, unable to understand what the wasteland was talking about.

Ignoring George's question, Huang Yuan couldn't wait to stand up and said, "Let's go find Mo You!"

"Wait a minute," George called out to the wasteland, "look at the wasteland!"

At this time, all the words and patterns on the wall disappeared, but the light on the wall did not completely disappear. A small handful of light seemed to be stuck on the wall, reflecting a strange outline, and it took a long time to slow down. Dissipates slowly.

The outline looks like a Russian matryoshka doll, but it has extremely weird facial features, like an idol made by primitive society.

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it was formed naturally. It should be that something stuck here a long time ago, leaving traces on this hard rock wall like a fossil. Was it caused by the projection just now? ..." Huang Yuan guessed, pointing to the outline and asked, "George, do you know what this is?"

George glanced at it, and replied indifferently: "Oh, that, that seems to be something dug out from here before."

"You mean unearthed? Was there a relic here before, and then it was excavated by an archaeological team?"

"Hmm... I don't quite understand either. I heard from Miss Beibei that she told me to notify Mo You if I saw anything strange. Then, Mo You said that there seems to be a company like G... G or something." Fossils have been dug here or something."

"GST?!" Huang Yuan turned pale with shock.

"Yes, it seems to be GST, ah, I'm a little hungry, let's go eat!" But George didn't seem interested in this topic.

"No, wait, what else do you know?" Wasteland stopped him urgently, "Or what does Belita know?"

"I don't know, I only know how to grow barley. Lord Mo You said that it's not good to know too much, so don't know too much!"

"Answer me one more question, has anyone else been here?" Huang Yuan asked again.

"Well, Master Mo You has been here, Miss Beibei has been here once, it seems... It seems that Master Mo You's sister has also come here once. I heard Master Mo You mentioned it once, it seems that Master Mo You's sister doesn't like this place , and left angrily."

"That's right!" Mo Yuan said to himself a little excitedly, recalling the incredible stories told to him by the creatures in the painting in his mind, "If my guess is right, the GST should have taken some things, These things may be related to another civilization. Mo Xiao hates this place, that is to say, this place is related to the four entropy stones, which will cause her physical or psychological discomfort. By the way, assuming that this place is really the breaking point of decomposition syndrome, then It can be proved that there is a great relationship between decomposition syndrome and the four entropy family..."

He took out the strange-shaped thing from his pocket and looked at it. This may also be inextricably related to the four entropy stones.

He continued talking to himself.

"White, white hair, mutation—could it be..." Desolate looked at the traces on the rock wall, as if he had seen that strange face before, at this moment, he heard the message of plastic wrapping paper coming from George sound.

Looking up, I saw that George had a lollipop in his mouth at some point, and he didn't mean to give the wasteland a lollipop. There was a faint sweet smell in the air, which smelled like A vanilla-flavored candy that Wasteland ate in the library.

So he picked up the wrapping paper that George threw on the ground at will, and found that the library's logo was imprinted on it, and the words "provide" were printed on it, and the taste was exactly the same as the ones he had eaten in the past.

So he held up the wrapping paper and asked, "George, where did you get this lollipop?"

"Do you want to eat it too?" George twisted the stick in his mouth, then pulled out the lollipop from his mouth, and said braggingly, "Then you can ask Mo You for it."

"Did Mo You give it to you?"

"Yeah, it seems like last year, a helicopter came to deliver a lot of snacks to Mo You, it seems to be a birthday present from Mo You's mother, but Mo You sent them all to us eternal undead, but ..." The little boy looked mysterious, "I guess she must have kept some for herself."

"Mom, you must be the professor."

Hearing this, Huang Yuan suddenly felt that things were a little different from what he had imagined.

The professor knew that Mo You was here, and brought her food himself? However, judging from what I saw in Dyson Bay a few days ago, the relationship between the two of them is very bad...

Why is this? Is someone acting? Huang Yuan was lost in thought. He looked at the weird face, and then at the white daylilies on the platform, and suddenly thought of something.

"George, I ask you, how long have you planted this flower, no, this barley?"

"How long? I don't remember, it seems like a long time."

"Then it didn't wither or something?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, what do you mean by wither?"

"That's right, withering is decay! Do you understand?"

Facing George who didn't even understand these common sense knowledge, Huang Yuan was a little helpless.

"I don't understand." George shook his head again.

"Ah... just getting old!"

"Oh! Grow old!" The little boy finally heard the words he understood, and smiled proudly, "It won't grow old! Hahaha!"

"I won't grow old... How is this possible..." Hearing this sentence, Huang Yuan was completely panicked.

Suddenly, the wasteland felt the sound of small stones rolling down from the edge of the rock wall. Then, the ground shook and the mountains shook. Accompanied by the shock that could be felt clearly, George staggered and fell to the ground, and the wasteland also I had to spread my legs apart, bent down to support the ground, and just managed not to fall to the ground.

"What's the matter? Could it be an earthquake?"

The vibration lasted for about ten or twenty seconds, and then stopped.

George patted his butt, sat up from the ground, and immediately cast his worried eyes on his white barley.

But the wilderness failed to straighten his back as quickly as George did. He still supported the ground with one hand and his head with the other. Same.

But in fact, he didn't hurt his head, but he felt dizzy for a while, as if the shock just now had shaken his brain apart, making his thoughts chaotic, and in this chaos, he felt I vaguely saw something.

He felt like he was suffering from synesthesia, but it was very strange, as if there was a broken TV that kept switching back and forth in his mind, very unstable.

Those broken pictures flickered in his mind, and gradually assembled...

He saw a woman covered in blood, sitting motionless on an old chair. Huangyuan didn't see this person's expression clearly, but what he was sure of was...

"Beretta is in danger."

He raised his head abruptly and stood up suddenly.

The woman in his mind was undoubtedly Bellita. He didn't know what basis he judged that Beretta was in danger, but the images that appeared in his mind never seemed to deceive him.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

His movements were so great that even George, who was so focused on his beloved Barley, noticed him. But he didn't answer anything, just rushed out like an enraged beast. George stared blankly at his back, and instinctively wanted to rush out with him, but was dragged back by the white light from the corner of his eyes. Under such a dilemma, he stayed for a while, Seeming to have finally made up his mind, he picked off the white barley on the mound with one hand, and rushed out of the wasteland with the barley in his arms.

At this time, the entire Eternal Soul has been powered off. The evidence is that there are almost no shadows on the things that the wasteland saw along the way. Only some objects near the faint fill light ball floating in the air gave the wasteland some faint sense of reality. As a painter, you can't see the light and shadow, what a lack of reality.

Now, the entire underground farm is "maintaining" the lights by strange things in the pockets of the wasteland.

In this deep underground, if it weren't for this strange stone, it would be unimaginable.

He remembered that when George came to visit, Beretta seemed to attend to other things. But his intuition—or premonition—made him involuntarily run towards the infirmary. Maybe when he and George visited, Beretta had already returned.

They ran, ran, and quickly left the farm, heading deeper into the infirmary. There was no fill-in light ball in front of him, and everything had lost its shadow. Wasteland felt like he had entered an uncomfortable maze, but he couldn't turn back.

At this moment, when he was about to approach the infirmary, he suddenly heard some strange voices.

Strange breathing, heavy footsteps, metal rubbing, and the chaotic beating of the heart.

He thought for a while, scratched the stone in his pocket with his hand, turned off the unexplained lighting, and hid himself and George in the darkness.

"What? Why is the light off again?"

"Keep your voice down."

Wasteland covered George's mouth warily.

Suddenly, he felt that his current lean appearance was a bit unlike himself.

In the distance, there is a small dot of white light.

Important places like the infirmary usually have a backup power supply. Even if the power goes out, the lights in the infirmary should be on. And just as Huang Yuan expected, the infirmary was in that direction.

He gestured for George to move slowly forward with him. Although George didn't understand the wasteland's gestures, he still followed the wasteland's movements and moved forward cautiously with every hand and foot.

As the distance got closer, Huang Yuan saw a black figure behind the glass window of the infirmary. But it was this black figure that made him stop. This stop made George, who was blind like a headless fly behind the wilderness, hit the wilderness's buttocks and fell to the ground.

"It hurts... why did you stop suddenly?"

George yelled and got up from the ground, and then took a closer look at the flowerpot in his hand by the light of the infirmary not far away. He picked it up as he left the farm, and stuffed his barley into the pot as he ran, so he wouldn't spoil the flowers.

"shh"

Wasteland made a quiet gesture to George, and looked warily at the shadow in the infirmary.

That's not Belletta.

This figure is too tall and too strong. In his memory, the Eternal Undead doesn't have people of this size... No, I'm afraid there won't be any in the world itself, right? This figure is too unnatural, like a sculpture or a character popping out of a game, the huge shoulder and waist difference forms a pure inverted triangle figure.

Suddenly, the shadow moved, and his moving posture seemed to be soulless, swaying, not like a living person at all. Although he had been prepared for its abnormality, when this huge shadow appeared in front of the open window, Wasteland was still startled. Even George almost yelled, but fortunately, Wasteland covered his mouth in time.

"What is that?"

"No... I don't know, is it a human being? Don't worry, we are in a dark place, so he shouldn't be able to see us." Huang Yuan comforted in a low voice.

The shadow in front of him was wearing a chain armor and a nose helmet. His hands seemed to be glued together, and he was holding an ax in an unusual gesture, grinning like a dead man, pacing back and forth shaking his head.

And at this moment, the person in the window turned his head around.

The black hole-like pupils locked on the wasteland and George in the dark depths.