"I have been studying at desks with everyone for sixty years, but when I looked up, I found that everything around me had changed."
"People from deep space have infiltrated Haicheng University. My connection with the outside world has been completely cut off. I can't even get out of this building."
"If I make the slightest move, people from deep space will gather. They must make me hand over the research results of the candlelight."
"If I didn't agree, they put me under house arrest."
"I don't know what to do, I don't know, I don't know..."
The principal muttered vaguely, closing his eyes gently and his voice gradually weakened.
Xu Cheng looked at her and asked calmly: "What do you want me to do?"
The principal handed a USB flash drive to Xu Cheng.
Xu Cheng looked at it and asked, "Is this the research result?"
"No, there are only thirty-two book names and corresponding page numbers stored here."
The principal explained: "For research, I occasionally need to borrow books from the library, so I took the opportunity to divide the core calculation formulas in the research results into 274 parts, and recorded them in these 32 books.
"
"If one copy is missing or the order is wrong, the formula will not be valid."
"I need you to send this USB disk out of Haicheng University and return it to the Legion."
Xu Cheng shook his head, "As you just said, the legion has not yet been rebuilt."
The principal replied: "Then leave it to those who are most like the Legion - to the witnesses."
Suddenly, Xu Cheng changed the topic and said quietly:
"Have you ever thought about what if I were a person from deep space? What would you do?"
"Thought about it."
The principal opened his eyes, slowly raised his head, and looked at Xu Cheng.
He seemed about to cry.
Her voice was trembling, almost pleading.
"But you're not, right?"
Xu Cheng realized that he had made a mistake.
The principal in front of me is not the kind of old man who has experienced many years of ups and downs.
She is very young.
Her years were frozen in sixty years ago, in that tragic Blood Curtain Battle.
For the principal and the scientific research team named "Candlelight", the Blood Curtain Battle has never really ended.
They spent sixty years completing their task and developing the formula for positioning the coordinate system.
Xu Cheng took out the handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the principal.
He smiled, which was extremely reassuring.
"Yes, I'm not."
The principal took the handkerchief, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and showed a quiet smile.
In that yellowed old photo, there is exactly the same smile.
She was standing in the corner, with a ponytail and some baby fat on her face.
Squint your eyes and smile like the spring breeze.
The principal calmed down his emotions a little, and his face became much more serious.
"Every move I make is monitored."
"There was originally a bug in the room, and I broke it before you came, so no one else would know about our conversation."
"But because of this, Deep Space will notice something strange here, and they are coming soon."
The principal took out a knife from the drawer.
"I will cut my blood vessels. Deep space will not let me die. You can take the opportunity to escape from Haicheng University."
Having said this, the principal did not hesitate and directly slashed his forearm with the knife.
But the knife stopped in mid-air.
Xu Cheng held the blade between two fingers.
He suddenly asked an incomprehensible question: "That's not what you really think, right?"
"right."
The principal actually nodded, his body trembling slightly, "I'm very afraid of death."
"Because of this, I once did something that I regretted for sixty years."
"During the Battle of Blood Curtain, I was assigned to the rear of the first theater to be responsible for calculating data."
"When facing the coming darkness, my fear reached its extreme. My strong desire to survive made me shrink into a ball. I cried and begged others to save me."
"So I escaped the weird attack."
"The unknown attack cut off my hair and also cut off hundreds of people in front of me."
"I should have died in the Battle of Blood Curtain, but my instinct to fear death kept me alive."
"In the next sixty years, I watched the people in the Candlelight Team leave me one after another. Each one of them would tell me to take good care of myself."
"Until now, I am the only one alive in the Candlelight Team."
"this is too scary."
"Being the last one alive - that's terrible."
"I want to be more mature and grow up. I promised them, so I have to live well, right? Right? That's right?"
"So the one who has to be sacrificed this time is me."
"I don't want to be the last person alive, never again, never again..."
Xu Cheng looked at the principal silently, listening to her ramble.
A person's voice can often reflect that person's mental state.
Just like what Xu Cheng heard before.
The eighty-six-year-old old lady in front of me, the last member of the Candlelight Team, this former legion veteran——
Her voice is fragile and her mental state is like a dangerous building that may collapse into ruins at any time.
…
Haicheng University, Yingbin Avenue.
The sky is getting dark.
The crowd here began to gradually move to the central square of the school.
There will be a grand fireworks show there tonight.
"Let's go, let's go, we're late, there's no room left!"
Friends greeted the couple.
Qianqian pulled Han Xing and followed him at a trot.
Han Xing smiled shyly. He was still not used to the warm atmosphere of these people.
However, at this moment, a person passed by Han Xing.
"Feel sorry."
"..."
The man didn't respond, but continued walking forward as if no one was around.
Han Xing squinted his eyes. The quality of the witness made him observe the other party subconsciously.
That person - more accurately, he and the "group of people" around him seemed to be rushing somewhere in a hurry.
It is not in the direction of the campus square.
Han Xing gently pressed his fingers on his chest, sending a little bit of original energy into his body.
A faint blue light flashed in the depths of his pupils.
At this glance, Han Xing saw the clues about those people.
He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the person in charge of the Haicheng branch——
Pay attention to Haicheng University.
"Hey, Han Xing, let's go!" Qianqian greeted from a distance.
"Oh, okay."
…
Principal's office.
somebody is coming.
Xu Chengneng could feel that there were many people moving around outside the office door, on the stairs, and on the lower floors.
At this time, most people should go to the central square to watch the fireworks.
And the person who came to the principal's office in a leisurely manner had no other possibility than the Deep Space Society.
The principal seemed to feel something, and said quickly:
"There are railings outside the window so you can climb downstairs. You have to leave quickly, I can't leave anymore!"
Xu Cheng stood up immediately.
But just when the principal was about to use her own life to delay the Deep Space Academy, Xu Cheng suddenly took the knife away from her hand.
He threw the knife aside, walked slowly behind the principal, and gently placed the USB flash drive into the principal's palm.
The footsteps are getting closer.
Xu Cheng's voice was calm and had a trustworthy depth.
He asked the question again, the question he had asked at the beginning -
"What do you want me to do?"
At that moment, the principal's body froze and two lines of tears flowed down.
She opened her mouth and said slowly:
"help me."
Cha...cha...
What responded to her was the sound of a lighter rubbing and igniting.
Xu Cheng held the cigarette in his mouth, hooked his fingers on his tie button, and pulled it off.
