Chapter 25 Lost and regained

The blue bird turned his back to me and paused for two or three seconds before she asked as if nothing had happened: "Ruan Wenzhu? This seems to be the name of your former classmate, why did you suddenly mention this name?"

"I'm calling you," I said.

"My name is not Ruan Wenzhu, I am Qingniao."

"Bluebird is just your code name in the Security Bureau, not your real name." I said, "I have recognized you, so don't waste your effort to continue acting. Besides, you didn't plan to act from the beginning. It's just that I haven't recognized you."

"...Oh, why did you suddenly recognize me..." She turned around, looked at me helplessly, and made a surrender gesture, "Is it the song I hummed just now that exposed me? I really only hummed occasionally before, you can remember this..."

I looked at her face carefully.

Now that I look at it, I can indeed see many similarities, but under the filter of the first impression, I have never thought about that aspect.

"That's also a reason, but more importantly... that white, carnation-shaped hair accessories." I said, "You are still with you until now. It seems that it is really important. No wonder you cried so sadly when you lost it..."

Hearing this, she interrupted quickly, even her voice rose a little, "Have I ever cried? I didn't cry, you must have remembered it wrong!"

"You must have cried, I remember it very clearly..."

Before she could finish speaking, she covered her ears and pulled up her voice, covering my voice, "Ahhh—I can't hear, I can't hear-"

"...Anyway, when I woke up from my dream, didn't you wear that hair accessories? Although you have changed it back now." I waited speechlessly until she stopped, and then continued, "I didn't expect you to become a law enforcement warlock..."

When I was in the dream, the missing young girl I saw in the photo also wore the same style of hair accessories.

Ren Sai said that in her expectation, she would participate in my dream with the role of Ruan Wenzhu. Although she failed for some reason, the young girl character was undoubtedly born with the front desk image in my mind as the prototype, so not only the face, but also the hair accessories that impressed me were restored.

In addition, although I just said "I failed for some reason", I thought about this issue for a long time and understood why Ren Sai failed in the "fake character" stage, because the real Ruan Wenzhu also sneaked into my dream at that time.

Perhaps the dream was mixed with a little blue bird's consciousness when Bluebird joined. If dreams were compared to online games and consciousness was compared to data, it would be like a player's account data in the online game. On the premise that this account has been registered and used, later players cannot log in to this account at the same time. If they want to register an identical account, they will fail due to the duplicate name. Therefore, Ren Sai finally had to become a wrong character that is skewed from the real Ruan Wenzhu.

But why did he become a young girl? Shouldn't he be a girl who is the same age as the front desk I remember, but has slightly different details? Is this also a mistake? Is it a little confused.

However, compared to this, it was even more surprising to me that "the front desk in my student days actually became a law enforcement warlock of the Security Bureau". And it was also a "main-level law enforcement warlock", which was beyond surprise and reached the point of shock.

Although the main level law enforcement warlock is not as valuable as the "national first-level demon hunter" in the dream, it is quite powerful. Even if it is placed nationwide, the main level law enforcement warlock is a character that can stand alone. The gap between ordinary warlocks and main level warlocks is just like the gap between ordinary people and warlocks.

I had to choose the old bone that died together before. If I fought head-on with the blue bird, I would not be able to survive for a second.

"Why did you become a warlock?" I asked curiously.

"Well... it's a long story." Bluebird said in a complicated way, and then changed the topic rudely, "Since you can recognize me through that hair accessories, you can recognize it earlier."

I didn't ask, "I didn't remember it for a while."

"You asked me if I had seen it where I saw it. I thought you had recognized me. I was so nervous that I couldn't help but smile. As a result, you asked me if I was in the team fighting with you at that time... I almost didn't control my expression. We were all wearing tactical helmets at that time. Although I was indeed inside, you had never seen my face at that time."

It is understandable that I cannot recognize it immediately, because in my memory, she is Ruan Wenzhu, who has a ponytail tied, wore a white school uniform, and has a meticulous attitude, rather than the powerful law enforcement warlock, who has straight shoulders, raised front and back, is outward-facing and lively, and even puts on makeup.

I honestly expressed my thoughts.

"Not mentioning anything else, you say I'm wearing makeup, I'm wearing makeup without makeup." She must have said this on purpose.

So I responded in cooperation, "Don't you think it's very unreasonable to put 'free face' and 'makeup' together to form words?"

"You can't find a girlfriend if you say that." She couldn't help laughing. After laughing, she also returned to seriousness. "Well... I almost forgot the serious business until the chat. I still have to fulfill my duties as a supervisor. Can you tell me the whole process of contacting your old bones? Is he dead?"

Although I still have a lot to ask, since there is a serious matter, it is natural that serious matters are preferred.

I roughly said what happened before.

"What healthy revenge... Don't just mess with my own unclear philosophy of life in places I don't know." After hearing this, she looked like she didn't know what to do. "And... If you are not sure to defeat him while protecting yourself, wouldn't it be better to run away? Why bother to fight with that old bone? I really don't know if you are just thinking about it or not being able to get along with yourself."

I didn't answer her, and I would definitely be criticized by her to death if I answered.

"Are you still thinking about breaking yourself... or finding a suitable occasion to break yourself with the help of the enemy's hands?" What she said at this moment was indeed my true thoughts.

"If I hadn't saved you, you might have been dead now." She stared into my eyes vigorously, "Just think that my life has ended once, and all the past has disappeared. How about it?"

"How is that possible?" I shook my head.

I thought she would continue to talk, but she closed her eyes, hesitated strangely for a while, then pulled out a document from her arms, and then said: "And... you don't need to rush to die, because your remaining life is not much."

"What?"

"Didn't you have a comprehensive physical examination after you were injured by an old bone last time? The Safety Bureau compared it with the previous physical examination data and found a fact... Now your body seems to be lacking a fuel engine, and that 'fuel' is actually not only fuel, but also an indispensable condition for life to run longer. Simply put, after leaving the Siren, you have not had a few years to live. It can be as short as two years to four years... This is your remaining life." She said, "I was not mentally prepared to tell you, but if I didn't talk about this, you would definitely not cherish your life."

It can be as short as two years, and it can be as long as four years...

After hearing these words, even I was stunned.

Now I am nineteen, which means I will die from the ages of twenty-one to twenty-three.

As she said, as the saying goes, things are precious because they are rare. Even people like me who originally felt that I had been full of sin for one more day, I felt that I didn’t need to die in such a hurry.

Anyway, you won’t live long and you will die, so why not think about what else you can do during this period.

She put the documents at my hand, and seemed to be unable to find anything for a moment, so she turned around, "I have to go to the scene where you fight the old bones first to check it out. If you wait for me here for a while, I will be back soon."

After saying that, she left.

Since the old bones died there, it means that the bone tools are still there. At that time, people were almost dead and had no energy to pay attention to that point, and only then did I realize it later. As a law enforcement warlock, the Blue Bird will neither ignore the past nor allow that evil object to fall outside.

After looking at the document, the medical reports were recorded on it, and the conclusions were the same as what I said before.

I stood up with my hands on my knees and tried hard to do something else.

From the beginning, I always felt like I was "jumping out". I was thinking about whether it was an illusion, but since it had not changed for so long, it must be true. And this familiar feeling only corresponds to one thing in my memory.

Try it.

I reached forward, spread my fingers and called the name of the weapon in my heart.

Then, the change happened - it was like thousands of fireflies hiding in the dark night lit up their own light at the same time, and dense indigo blue light particles suddenly appeared in the air, and my palm seemed to have some wonderful suction. After the light particles emerged, they were moved neatly and concentratedly, and they were piled up into light bodies with the shape of a short-handled giant axe.

When the light body extinguishes its brightness, what is revealed is the nostalgic weapon - the Siren Blade.

Siren's Blade, is back!

Even if I had a premonition, I could not help but doubt my eyes and hands, and repeatedly confirmed the touch and weight of the weapon.

It's really the Siren Blade...but why?

Isn’t this one of the powers that “it” supports to me? Now that “it” is dead, my physical strength is also slumped due to the loss of “fuel”. Why can this weapon still be summoned?

Moreover, since it can be summoned, why can't it be summoned before now?

There are too many problems for me. If I can't solve these problems, I feel uneasy. Having said that, while holding the Siren blade and feeling the power of a group of horses running in my blood vessels, I inevitably feel a long-lost sense of peace.

Some things can only be cherished if they are lost.

This is especially true for power.

At the same time, I also have complex feelings for the Siren Blade.

On the one hand, this is the weapon I did evil during my time as a demon, symbolizing the past I don’t want to face; on the other hand, as a man, if you say that you hate power and weapons, it is absolutely unreasonable no matter what the reason you have.

Although this weapon was a "axe" at first, I was a little disappointed. If I had any questions, I wanted to use a sword. In junior high school, I often fantasized about killing the enemy with a sword and then shaking off the blood on the sword's body, pulling a beautiful sword flower, and turning my back to the corpse behind me and chanting the sentence "I killed another boring thing."

But there is no negotiation in reality, my exclusive weapon is an axe.

The axe weapon doesn't seem to be used, and it doesn't need to be used to position important villains. It also makes me look like a curious serial murderer who came out of a horror movie (although I am). At the beginning of the story, a sword-using protagonist will instantly move behind him, and then a big hole in front of his chest will burst out with a crazy blood-spraying hole. The last sentence I heard before dying was "Another boring thing was killed."

But let’s not talk about being chic. Axe is still very useful after being used for a long time. It seems to cater to the so-called violent aesthetics of some enthusiasts. If I still have the opportunity to choose weapons in the future, I will continue to choose violent axes instead of flexible swords.

Thinking of it, I dispersed the Siren Blade again. In just a short while, the power injected into the Siren Blade had wiped out all my fatigue and discomfort. I had completely returned to my complete state.

After that, wait for the Bluebird to come back here.

However, things went against my wishes.

Soon someone visited the place where I was, but not the bluebird, but the enemy.

The first "hello" he said to me was an invisible clump woven with spirituality and shot out at high speed. However, at this time, I was energetic and keen enough. I immediately noticed the strong murderous intent coming from behind, and a short body avoided the attack. The invisible clump went forward, hitting the tree in front and penetrated a hole the size of a fist.

"Incredible..." The voice came from behind.

Looking in the sound, the person who came was the old bone. He looked at me with surprise, "I'm not dead... You haven't lie? Even if your brain and heart are crushed, can you survive?"

"I'm also very surprised that you were not dead..." As I said this, memories suddenly flashed through my mind, "So that's what I die with me is just a clone?"

Blue Bird once said that she had tracked down the old bones before, but was led away by her clone spell.

Since I can fool the bluebird's eyes, it means that it must be a very realistic clone. Having said that, it is so realistic that I can't even see if I penetrate my heart. I also have decent combat power. Such clone spells are not like those that warlocks of the Old Bone level can master, which is suspicious.

I guess what Qingniao just mentioned about the inspection site also includes checking whether the dead one is the original body. She was careless. Assuming that it was not the original body, the old bone that had a grudge against me would have the possibility of another attack while she was not here...

No, if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is my problem. Normally, the old bones would definitely think I was dead and would not hit again. But because when the clone was destroyed, I said that I would not die even if I was penetrated by my heart and brain, so he came to check it out. I have never disclosed this to Blue Bird.

But forget it.

He came at a very wrong time.

(End of this chapter)
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