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There were cracks on the edge of a house. Quasimodo pressed his hand on the eaves and hurriedly released his fingers after seeing the cracks.
Quasimodo doesn’t know who the person who gave him the little note is, and who knows about Melanda, because that lady died more than 70 years ago, Quasimodo doesn’t know why he
I came here just because of the longing that came to my heart.
There were faint movements all around. Quasimodo heard it clearly, but he ignored it. He came to a small circular square and sat down quietly.
"If you have something to abide by, it will be fine. If not, just choose to believe me unconditionally. Let me tell you what you should abide by. No one will force you to do anything or choose anything.
, can you understand what I mean? Ugly, very delicate but indescribable things, by the way, are things that can illuminate your heart, things like light, understand!"
Quasimodo is not stupid. He remembers many things. Even in the distant past, he clearly remembers things that spanned a century. But he is not good at talking to people. He will always be as quiet as a hill.
He sat aside and looked at everything in front of him.
Those days when he was hungry and unbearable resurfaced. In order to survive, he could only eat some cloned foods that would cause great harm to the body. Quasimodo grew up eating cloned foods when he was very young, so
He became an extremely ugly deformed person.
Quasimodo's eyes began to become profound, and memories from long ago kept coming to his mind. He didn't know whether the things about Melanda were true or false, but he came here, but he could know this insignificant name.
Guy, maybe you really know something.
I can no longer recall the darkest day in my memory. I only remember that it was a rainy day. In the ruins full of rubble, Quasimodo felt that he was about to die, and a woman was holding his neck with one hand.
"Throw him to jail."
"Why Jean? It would be a relief for him to deal with such a guy. I have seen a lot of this guy's life, but..."
"Do you want to live or die?"
Quasimodo vaguely remembered that the rain stopped and there was a faint light in the sky through the dark clouds. The man in front of him smiled very gently, and Quasimodo nodded.
"Alive!"
"Okay, if you are a beast, I will kill you now, but if you are a human, just live well as a human being!"
crunch
With a slight noise, a new AI human approached Quasimodo invisibly.
He didn't know the specific reason. He only knew that this matter was completely blocked. This was a survivor of the darkness in Brilliant City.
"The moonlight is pretty nice, isn't it?"
X's eyes widened, and with a touch of red particles flying, a guy wearing a white mask appeared in front of Quasimodo and bowed respectfully.
Quasimodo glanced at him in confusion. Just as he was about to get up, the other party suddenly spoke.
"Miss Miranda's tragedy, and your tragedy, may have been written by others."
Quasimodo hesitated, staring at the guy in the smoke with wide eyes, holding up the note in his hand.
"It is indeed me who asked you to come here. I am actually a person who has spent nearly a hundred years hiding in the darkness, so I naturally know about your affairs."
X watched the mask man who was talking in front of him. He was obviously lying, but it was such a obvious lie. Casimo seemed to have no doubt.
"Beautiful... Landa..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Quasimodo, how about you listen to me first? We are indeed rioters who endanger the city, but let me ask you, who defines us as rioters?"
Quasimodo didn't know what the other party was going to say, but he was already on guard.
X clearly remembered that the next day, he heard that a relatively wealthy district in the lower level had been completely destroyed, so he rushed there non-stop to find out, but was blocked by the city administrators at the time, and no one could
After being allowed in, in the following years,
At that time, when the city was being built, all the forces were gradually being fully integrated, and the gods also began to plan to create a complete city. X guessed that something might have happened in this destroyed area that the gods did not want to mention.
, and didn’t want anyone to know about it, so he chose to completely bury all those involved in the incident.
Quasimodo relaxed his vigilance, and he knew very well that the masked guy in front of him was actually not here, because he couldn't feel the slightest temperature, and it was just a three-dimensional 3D image in front of his eyes.
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For a moment, Quasimodo saw a faint flow of air behind the image, and could see some faint light.
"Can't answer or don't want to answer? Or have you been underground for too long and can't be defined? Please allow me to introduce myself, you can call me a speaker!"
The orator smiled and approached Quasimodo little by little. At this time, Quasimodo had already put his hands in his pockets. What Jean once said came to his mind. If you have any questions, you must contact the secretary.
Report to the secretary first.
"It's a pity that the signal has been cut off, Mr. Quasimodo."
Quasimodo took out his mobile phone and was still trying to bring up the light and shadow screen, but after pressing it with his thick fingers for a long time, the light and shadow screen did not appear, nor did the call interface appear.
In an ordinary bedroom, a man stood on a disc-shaped machine, wearing a pair of mechanical glasses on his eyes, with long bangs covering his forehead. The room was clean and not large.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The man is the speaker. He is speculating on Quasimodo's psychology at this time. He has already passed the test to know that Melanda is very important to this man.
The next step is to slowly dig out and stir up the darkest part of this man's heart.
"I have experienced such tragic and despairing things before. What do you think caused all this?"
Quasimodo didn't answer, he was still silent, because he didn't know how to answer. Quasimodo had never thought about complicated things, and even everything he had encountered in the past, Quasimodo had never thought about.
, the wise man often said to Quasimodo before.
"You don't have to look back at anything at all. Just believe in everything you believe in. You just need to move towards the bright place in your heart. Everything in the past is just bullshit to you. All you need to do is
Just work, eat, sleep, and pray, do you understand?"
Quasimodo stood up suddenly, as if he heard something.
Miss Billy!
"Mr. Quasimodo, can it be said that you have never..."
The moment the orator had not finished speaking, Quasimodo jumped up with a violent rumbling sound and ran towards the abandoned neighborhood in the distance.
"Wait, I'm not finished yet!"
dong dong dong
The speaker in the room took off his mechanical glasses, placed them on the ground, and immediately pressed the button on the ground. The round machine and mechanical glasses sank into the muddy floor.
"what?"
As soon as the speaker opened the door, a cute girl carrying steaming noodles walked directly in and glanced at the room.
"Brother, I see you are very tired from work, so I specially cooked noodles for you."
The orator smiled and looked at the sister in front of him with a gentle expression. On the light and shadow screen on the table, there was a copy of the original planning and design of Districts 113 and 114.
"Brother, it would be great if your company could win this design."
The orator sat down, looked at the steaming noodles, and shouted when his sister was about to leave.
"Is there anything you want? Wenwen."
"Brother, no need. I have to go back to school the day after tomorrow. The pocket money you gave me is enough. And let me tell you, I made a friend recently."
The orator looked at his sister doubtfully.
"You just transferred to another school less than a month ago."
"She is the daughter of a wealthy family."
The orator frowned.
"who?"
"The butler's daughter."
The orator's eyes widened, he stood up and walked over quickly. Just as he was about to say something, the door to the room was already closed by his sister.
"You guys, tonight's matter is not that simple to settle."
The orator said, holding a small black metal ball. On the light and shadow screen above, Lolita looked solemn. Behind her, on the operating table, Billy was sobbing face down.
"Hurry up, I didn't expect Quasimodo from Section 13 to come here tonight."
"I understand. You continue to work on your design proposal. We will communicate with the AIs and we will definitely let your design proposal pass."
The orator nodded and turned off the light and shadow screen.
To be continued...