When he was penetrated through his body and memory by this slick sword, which was as flashy as an artwork, the strange and fierce conflict in Lu Xin's body, the hands that only stretched out to prop up the skin desperately, instead Suddenly it became quiet.

There were countless swords in his body, and the blood flowed down the hilt and formed a stream at his feet.

In the small river, more black threads grew up.

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

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

And his spiritual power, at this time, the unconscious spread, and gradually merged with the spiritual power of Teacher Xiaolu.

The plausible and imaginary sounds of frolics and games began to expand and become more and more real. .

In the entire Qinggang-2 satellite city, everyone seemed to see the shadow of a child, crawling around.

They laughed happily, as if in the sun.

But the happier they laughed, the more depressing guilt felt in the air.

This feeling of guilt is enough to drown out all reason and memory.

...

...

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

The black suit and white shirt on his body were all dyed red with blood, as if large tracts of bright red flowers were blooming.

His palm was trembling, and the sword of judgment in his suit and shirt was also trembling.

As if urging him, let him quickly attack the girl in front of him and end the trial.

But the eighth just carried a suitcase and stood there stubbornly.

On his face and forehead, he kept blooming, and there were wounds, like cracks in porcelain.

"Why me?"

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

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

"Why don't you just kill me, but still let me stay here alone?"

"..."

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

"Because he believes in you..."

A somewhat gentle voice rang in No. 8’s ear, a strange tremor of mental power, like a woman’s sigh:

"Although you will be angry because of your stubbornness, although you will also want to beat you, although you do not like the behavior of complaining, but after all, you are still his family, and he grew up in an orphanage with him. The family he first remembered."

"On the eighth, he also hopes that you can become Xu Jing and truly get rid of this number..."

"..."

"..."

Hearing this voice, No. 8's body suddenly trembled more severely, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Looking at teacher Xiaolu on the sofa, his feelings suddenly became unsustainable.

...

...

"Is the me in the past really wrong?"

Lu Xin, trapped in the memory cage, was looking at his life in confusion.

He originally thought he would not be afraid of trial.

After all, I am active, healthy and working hard, which is simply...perfect.

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

From nursery school to business company, from company to recruitment by the Special Clearance Department...

Are there any regrets in your past life?

Yes, especially many.

It seems that I can do everything better, and I can do it less stupidly. If you carefully observe each period of your life, you can find many things worth regretting, and even make yourself ashamed and want to kill. This oneself.

Everyone faces an ultimate curse: it would be great if they didn’t do it then...

Lu Xin was looking at every one of himself in the past.

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

Looking at their faces one by one, there were expressions of pain or shame.

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

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

Under the effect of great anger and shame, he wielded a sword of judgment.

Ruthlessly inserted into each one's own body.

Only by killing the self in the past can the mistakes made in the past be eliminated.

A sword of judgment was inserted into his body, with hatred and denial of himself.

He launched a massacre in his own memory.

Kill yourself at every stage.

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

Those who were oppressed in the company still worked hard to act in front of Teacher Xiaolu...

Finally, he passed through a long gap, that was the part that was really missing in his memory, and came to the beginning...

...The orphanage.

This is where everything happened, and it is also the beginning of everyone's pain today.

Lu Xin hates here the most, and hates himself most at this time.

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

In other words, the source.

He saw the first person in his memory.

It was a little boy holding his legs, hiding in the corner of the pale laboratory, sitting quietly.

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

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

"Is this my original self?"

"This little monster killed everyone in the orphanage?"

"..."

This strange feeling enveloped Lu Xin's whole body.

He slowly raised the sword of judgment and pointed it at the little boy sitting in the corner.

Obviously, by killing the original self at this time, you can get real relief and truly relax.

However, Lu Xin suddenly hesitated.

This is unwilling.

It's the kind of unwillingness that arises when I'm tired when I've been said to have broken my biggest illusion in my life by Teacher Xiaolu.

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

This is the source of his memory and the culprit. He did the orphanage and caused a painful beginning.

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

Therefore, as long as he is resolved, everything is resolved.

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

From now on, there is no more guilty self in this world.

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

Various shadows around appeared, with long and dazzling light.

There are scenes of him being locked in a huge and empty room to observe.

There was a scene where he was sent to the experiment table, cutting apart little by little.

There are also scenes where he observes his mood changes under the stimulation of various noises or strong light.

There are also scenes in which I walked by the operating tables one by one, heard countless cries and struggles, but were indifferent at all.

Few people can have such an experience.

Face to face with your past self, and blend your eyes together, as the two ends, discuss the life in the middle.

None of them seem to have spoken, and they seem to have exchanged a lot of opinions.

Looking at the little boy shrinking in the corner, Lu Xin didn't know that he should be hacked to death with a sword, or...

...

...

"Bypass him and execute the trial!"

At the same time, the executors outside had already felt that Lu Xin was rapidly falling into self-closing.

It can also be felt that the power of judgment has completely overwhelmed this person and began to pollute from the depths of his heart. The countless black threads are quickly closing Lu Xin, 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, the final and complete pollution can be formed.

The birth of an executive.

They dared not urge this process, and they were unable to speed it up, so they made a unified choice at the same time.

It rushed into the Red Moon Elementary School like flowing water, walked around Lu Xin, walked into the school building, or directly passed through the walls of the school building, like a huge shadow, from all directions, Gathered around the office.

"It's time for trial..."

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

"..."

Different faces emerged from the wall next to the office.

Reflected from the reflection in the glass window.

Born out of the illusion of Teacher Xiaolu, he looked at Number 8 faintly.

Because he accepted the accusation from Teacher Xiaolu, the last key is also on him.

But among countless gazes, No. 8 just stood silently, her body trembling all the time.

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

Instead, his state stabilized, silently placing the silver suitcase in his hand on the ground.

He looked up at the indifferent faces and replied in a low voice: "I can't execute the execution."

"Huh!"

The countless faces around him suddenly became angry and cold.

But looking at them, Xu Jing was calmer than ever, and said in a low voice: "Because, I also feel that she is not wrong."

"I can't kill a person who is willing to bear sins just because of his kindness."

"..."

"You are the executor of the midnight court."

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

"You can't 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 seen, but the deeper things.

He slowly said: "But I am also a person who grew up in an orphanage, the person she used to depend on each other for..."

As he spoke these words slowly, he reached out into the inside of the suit and drew out the delicate sword of judgment.

Then he looked down, seeming a little bit dissatisfied.

But still gently threw 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 time, his hair is messy, his skin is full of cracks, and his white shirt looks abnormally dim and wrinkled. Moreover, his image is like a gangster holding a vase like a gangster. It is really him. An unprecedented moment of embarrassment in my life.

But his eyes were brighter than ever before.

...

...

"Dangling..."

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 sword at the little boy who had shrunk in the corner.

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

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

Even if this little boy is himself...

...

...

"Betrayed the midnight court, then betrayed fairness..."

"You also need to be judged..."

It seems that anger hits the hearts of these executives, causing their expressions to be slightly distorted.

Because of their appearance, the air ripples that became slightly distorted began to rise layer by layer, constantly raising peaks.

All the executors bypassed Lu Xin and entered the Red Moon Elementary School.

In the office on the third floor, No. 8 is holding a vase in his hand, showing his ferocity to these executives.

Like a child who only complained and was beaten at first, he finally learned to fight.

At the entrance of the elementary school, Lu Xin stood quietly, 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, he hugged the little boy and began to re-examine his past self, thinking seriously.

He appeared in this laboratory one by one, some were bigger, some were smaller, some had blood on their bodies, some had hair like a chicken coop, their faces were confused, and some were holding an envelope in their hands. , And even subconsciously hid behind her back. That was the first payment Chen Jing had given. Some people stood quietly in front of the night-shrouded window, alone, looking out the window.

Lu Xin's heart suddenly began to tremble violently.

In fact, none of them is hard enough.

They just happened to exist in the past, and they helped and survived the first hardest time...

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

So, how could he criticize him for looking at the world indifferently?

The one who entered the company first, because he didn't want to do anything wrong, he could only learn what others did.

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

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

My self at different times has shaped my current self...

...So, why deny the past?

There is no need to regret in life, just like complicated data, after precise calculation, there will only be one result. The current self is invested in the past. Under the specific data at the time, the choice made by oneself is 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 puppet in these data.

In the past, all of my selves were in this kind of trapped time, helping myself at this time to find my true self.

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

However, even he himself did not know that in this memory cage, when all of himself was preparing to reconcile, in the corner of the laboratory, the face he held in his arms, the first self, suddenly had a face. A little surprised and curious expression appeared.

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...

"Huh!"

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

His eyes had been sewn, but when these executors acted, they forcibly opened them.

It was so hard that his eyes were directly torn by the black thread, forming a **** mass.

But in the vague flesh and blood, you can still see a kind of strange light blooming from the eyes. Because of knowing the lies of Teacher Xiaolu, the heart that became empty before, also gave birth to a kind of subtle and strange at this time. His emotions, everything in the memory cage just now, became blurred the moment he woke up, and only one scene suddenly became extremely clear.

It was when I was very young, a self from the future gently hugged the scene of the original self.

Maybe no one really cared about themselves, right?

However, sometimes, the hugs you give yourself are not the same warmth?

...

...

"Whhhhhh..."

At the same time, the executors who passed 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. Suddenly there was an accident at this moment.

There were no accidents in the pollution process, and it went smoothly.

It was like poisoning a person, the whole process went smoothly, and watched that person drink the poison.

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

This is the case for Lu Xin. He was obviously polluted the strongest and most thoroughly, but instead he opened his eyes at this time.

There was life in his eyes.

"you……"

In the vision of these executors, and being overwhelmed by the power of the trial, Lu Xin slowly spoke, breaking away the black thread on his lips bit by bit, and said in a vague voice: "You guys Want to judge me and accuse me?"

"I do not accept……"

"..."

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

On the roof of the building in the distance, their mother and sister saw Lu Xin's appearance, and their expressions suddenly became excited.

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

Mother's eyes shone slightly, and the heart that seemed to have been tightly lifted finally fell at this moment.

She even had red eyes, which seemed to be moved.

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...

There was a little confusion in his voice. Lu Xin's body was swaying slightly. He seemed to be making a non-emotional statement, but it seemed that this calmness already represented his understanding of himself in the past and his relationship with himself. Between, the greatest degree of reconciliation:

"Even if my life only started from a misunderstanding, that is my life."

"Perhaps there are many loopholes, but there is no need for others to dictate..."

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

"..."

When he said this, the voice suddenly changed from vague to unusually clear.

The black silk thread on his body was broken and disappeared completely.

The sword of judgment inserted into him also seemed to be melted by the scorching heat.

It turned into drops of flaming red juice, flowing along his body, slowly to his feet...

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

And Lu Xin's gaze was cast lightly at every executor in front of him, and a strange provocation slowly appeared in his voice:

"Are you qualified?"

"..."

"Wow..."

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

They moved in unison and looked up at Lu Xin, then at the same time, raised their palms and pressed them towards Lu Xin.

They don't want to accept the scene before them. How can someone escape 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 the trial, let alone the person in front of you...

Under the action of their spiritual power, layers of air ripples quickly enveloped Lu Xin's body. Various judgment forces once again invaded every level of Lu Xin, quickly digging out Lu Xin's heart. The gloom inside, to be distorted.

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

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

As if the lines were disrupted and reorganized, scenes of flickering illusions appeared in the field of vision.

Lu Xin allowed mental power to act on him, but the smile on his face did not change, but the surrounding pictures began to flicker.

In some pictures, Lu Xin stood in front of the elementary school to block them.

In some scenes, behind Lu Xin, there seems to be a weird old building...

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

The broken windows were pushed open, and in the dark room, pairs of eyes emerged.

Every executor felt the strange spiritual power in the old building at this moment, and couldn’t help his heart trembling, as if being lifted by a hand, all his attention was absorbed by the window. The eyes were attracted, and the palms trembled slightly.

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

Lu Xin.

Every one of those faces that appeared in the building was Lu Xin's face.

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

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

Some grow on the body of a spider, and some are surrounded by huge octopus tentacles.

Some bodies are just a bunch of broken bodies stitched together, and some are tall and thin, about to touch the ceiling.

Some are just a pile of broken tissues, sticking to the ceiling, with only one head hanging down.

All these faces ~lightnovelpub.net~ are smiling at the executives.

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

The sound is also neat and uniform, but because countless sounds are overlapped together, it seems very uncomfortable:

"Your so-called trial is just to dig out every dark corner in people's hearts and convict them..."

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

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

"..."

A smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Then have you thought about it, if everyone shows the most true side..."

"Is it me or the world that can't stand it?"