[Izzy] Career

Miki is making a model.

In today's war-torn era, people are busy surviving, fleeing, crying, or profiting from the chaos, and few people can keep leisure.

But Miki is strong enough that he doesn't need to worry about his life for the time being, and he lacks ambition, too lazy to take risks in the interstellar smuggling journey.So he has continued his model since the war began.

If someone persuaded him to live a more meaningful life, Miji would reply like this——The god of death in the RB-13 galaxy is my brother, and my brother is the ace of the association, so I think there is no safer person in the entire universe than me Bar?Moreover, they are my brothers respectively. According to the family training, I should remain neutral, so I don't intend to help either side win.

So he lived a decadent otaku life.

Hear the sound of a car outside the door.

Mi Ji stopped what he was doing, stuck his head out and looked out the window.

Qi Ya is back.Mi Ji rolled his eyes, how long has this guy not been home?three months?half a year?Since the last time I persuaded him to "stay at home to ensure safety and start a family as soon as possible" and his brothers almost turned against each other, Qi Ya hasn't come back.

Of course, it doesn’t make any difference to Mi Ji whether Qi Ya returns home or not. As two grown men, everyone has the right to arrange their own lives. The only thing that bothers Mi Ji is that he keeps getting information that Qi Ya has frequently appeared recently. At the electromagnetic cloud test site, the fleet swept away smuggling ship patrols, A-level radiation rain areas and other dangerous places.

This is really bad.Mi Ji couldn't help shaking his head while making the model.Since the confrontation in March, he felt that Qi Ya was more daring than before, probably because his eldest brother was not around, Mi Ji thought, if Ilumi was still there, he should be able to stop Qi Ya's actions with a fairly strong fist , like so long ago...

Miji even mentioned this point to Qiya, but as soon as he mentioned Illumi's name, Miji later wrote in his memoirs—yes, Miji also published his memoirs, as two famous people My brother, Miji’s memoir is quite popular, and there are many gossip details in it, making this book top the bestseller list-"Whenever I want to mention Illumi's name for educational purposes, Qiya It will show that kind of terrifying, murderous look in the eyes, which makes me feel that if I continue talking, I might die. Therefore, I think everyone suspects that the two of them are secretly communicating and sending information to each other dozens of light-years away. This kind of thing is impossible, I really don't want to justify it from the standpoint of beating the enemy's family, but I also know that you won't believe me, haha..."

Mi Ji walked out of the room, ready to condolences to his travel-worn brother.

But as soon as he stepped out of the door, he regretted it a little. The gloomy atmosphere in the corridor only happened when Illumi escaped and the electromagnetic cloud killed tens of thousands of enemy fleets. Obviously, Qiya was in a very bad mood today.

"Hi, are you back?" Miki greeted.

Qi Ya nodded expressionlessly.

"Where did you come from?" Mykey asked, still holding his model.

"Meteor Street..." Qi Ya said briefly, his eyes turned to the model.

Mi Ji immediately hid the model behind his back, but Qi Ya was obviously not interested in robbing him today, so he pouted and walked towards his room.

"Eh——I said Odd Tooth," Miki said. "Today is your birthday, I haven't forgotten, what gift do you want?"

"Birthday?" Qi Ya repeated softly.

"It's been a long time since I celebrated your birthday, and you're not at home," Miki said. "It's so rare that you came back today, brother, I'll do what I can—huh?"

Qi Ya suddenly fell completely on Mi Ji's shoulder, and Mi Ji hugged his younger brother at a loss, and said. "What's the matter with you? Are you sick?"

He lowered his head, his younger brother had grown a lot taller, and was already about the same height as him, but his expression was tired under the silver hair, and his cheeks were full of traces of wind and sand.Mi Ji didn't say anything more, dragged Qi Ya into the room, and threw him on the bed.

"Go home, have a good sleep." Mi Ji said, stroking Qi Ya's head. "I'll send you a model tonight."

Qi Ya closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Don't be self-willed." Mi Ji said. "I tell you to go home more, don't keep working hard outside, I have already lost one brother, and I don't want to lose another one, although I don't get along with you at all."

Qi Ya closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

"I haven't slept in a long time, I want to sleep..." he whispered.

"Go to sleep." Mi Ji said while sitting on the bed. "I'm going to wake you up if you have a nightmare."

Qi Ya nodded, pulled up the quilt, and after a while, said suddenly. "I remember... when Illumi was still there, every time I saw him, he always said he wanted to sleep..."

Mi Ji didn't say a word, and fell asleep watching Qi Ya.Sometimes he thinks that, as the children of the Dadike family, his two brothers live a more tiring life than himself, and occasionally he can't help feeling a little ashamed of himself who has been out of business and withdrawn from family responsibilities since the beginning.Sometimes he also wondered if everyone hadn't forced Qiya to inherit the family business at the beginning, but Illumi had been the head of the family as a matter of course, would everything that happened afterwards would not have happened, but he thought about it again, now Isn't the family of beating the enemy stronger than before, holding the throat of the world and gaining a reputation, what's wrong with it?That being said, letting Qiya inherit the family business is indeed correct.

It was also raining in Qiya's dream.

The desperate torrential rain fell over the deserted Meteor Street.

The torrential rain washed his skin and the ruined walls beside him.

He tried his best to think about where this was, oh, he thought—this is his world—the only dead place among human beings that he can enter and exit at will.The burial of whites and blacks, men and women, old and children, friends and enemies is a testament to the strength of the family that beat the enemy...

Qi Ya raised his head, staring at the electromagnetic cloud that covered the sky.

The gloomy jet-black spread towards the sky with claws and claws.Just like that person's black eyes and black hair blowing in the wind, entangled in front of his eyes forever.

I've killed a lot of people, and I'll kill more.Are you satisfied... He looked at the sky and muttered to himself.

Rainwater ran into his mouth.

With a cold feeling, someone reached out and stroked the corner of his lips.

Qi Ya turned around as usual, staring at the image of Illumi.

He was in this dream again, and since Illumi left, he kept seeing the shadow of the black-haired killer in every dream.From the initial trivial matters to the scenes that frightened him more and more, that shadow always seemed to be able to read his mind, shuttle gracefully through his dreams, walk up to him over and over again, rub his head, pinch his Grabbing his neck, kissing him tenderly, abusing him cruelly, holding him so he can't breathe, making him submissive like a puppet, enslaved, crushed.

He wanted to scream, but in the nightmare he couldn't make a sound.

He had trouble sleeping and eating because of this, wandering around every corner of Kukulu Mountain for a long time in the dark night, sitting alone in a daze under the bright daylight of the electromagnetic cloud control room, the black-haired killer was gone, but The dreams he left nearly caused him to have a nervous breakdown.According to historical records, Qiya even thought about undergoing a craniotomy, in order to take out Illumi's rosary, which he believed to exist, but the instrument did not show any traces of metal.

He thought, what he was afraid of was his elder brother who pinned him on the floor in his dream to do whatever he wanted?No... What he was afraid of was himself who yearned for such an elder brother so much.

In the illusory dreamland, the electromagnetic cloud continues the torrential rain that looks like the cry of the undead.

He struggled in the torrential rain, and finally gave up from exhaustion.

With the passage of time, the black-haired figure that had begun to blur walked into him, but Qiya was surprised to find that he was just like a somewhat vicious elder brother, appearing beside him when he was extremely tangled, rubbing his head.

Speaking nostalgic words...

Qiya learned to make peace with a nightmare named Illumi.

In the dream, he would smile and say, are you so afraid that I will forget you, brother, this is not like you.

The shadow of the black-haired killer also responded to him with a smile - Archie, you really want to forget me, but you really can't forget me.

They looked at each other and smiled.

☆, the end never dies

After the end of the era of free hunters, the RB-13 galaxy and the Earth Hunter Association went on and off for decades.

Chiya and Illumi met several times at peace talks during the truce.

Due to the close blood relationship and each being a key figure in the hostile camp, whether it is wartime or peacetime, speculation surrounding the relationship between the brothers who beat the enemy and guest has always been the focus of attention of the two camps.

But everything about the war finally came to an end after Jin led the Association Research Institute to visit the RB-13 galaxy for the first time. The supreme commander of the RB-13 fleet, Paris Stone, and the representative of the association, Kim, disappeared mysteriously after the visit. The next new world.

2167 years.

On the southern continent of the beautiful Star of Blood and Tears, a silver-haired boy accidentally found a diary in the attic of his home.The paper is yellowed and the handwriting is scribbled. It is a military diary.

The boy turned a page casually and read:

"The last time I saw him was at the peace treaty negotiations at the end of the Northern 39th Starfield Battle. I had lunch and watched the space scenery in the corridor.

Suddenly I saw him walking towards me.

he is old.The original long black hair was cut short, and the short hair was covered with silver threads.The scratches on the face are also covered up by wrinkles.He looked like a seasoned general, and of course he was.

I nodded at him.

Unexpectedly, he walked up to me and said to me. 'When I die, you're going to RB-13 to inherit my estate. I had an agreement with Palliston when I commissioned him. Because my employment in this operation deprived me of other opportunities in my career, he paid for it. High remuneration: When I entered the psychic ability into the RB-13 immortal system, I made a rule. My psychic ability will be integrated with the system after I die. The restriction is that the immortal cannot attack enemies with a high DNA similarity to mine. Members of the Hakka family, the oath is that if my heir enters the system domain, he will obey all his instructions.In other words, Qiya, this planet is yours. '

He just finished speaking so brazenly, with a cold expression on his face.

I smiled at him and said. 'Fuck you, get the hell out of here! '

......"

The silver-haired boy was watching intently, when suddenly, the light came on, and a black-haired boy rushed up.

The silver-haired boy turned around and said. "Brother, look what this is. It seems very interesting. There are many books about Star Wars here."

The black-haired boy flipped through the book in his younger brother's hand, and said coldly. "Go and review your homework, what's so interesting about this kind of thing."

The silver-haired boy pulled up by him pouted dissatisfiedly and said. "I don't want to be an engineer, I want to be a soldier!"

The black-haired boy ignored his younger brother's complaints, and dragged the silver-haired boy down without saying a word.

The sunlight outside the window shines on them through the glass, there is no illusion simulated by the Psychic System, everything is so real, as if in the long past, the oath made by a certain corner of the RB-13 galaxy to Kukulu Mountain was so stubborn and unrepentant. Hug them tenderly.

end.

☆, Fanwai - not far

Illumi opened his eyes.

As if he had slept for a century, he was a little confused by the hazy gray and white in front of his eyes, and there was the beeping sound of the sphygmomanometer in his ears.

He was really confused, thinking of those few unsolvable philosophical questions.Who am I, where am I from, where am I going.He just thought about it for a second, as if he had just been born.

"Thank goodness you're still awake."

Illumi turned his head to the side, and a blond young man looked at him with a smile on his face.

"It's really dangerous this time. When you use Ishaan's mind power, you are too far away from the system. It almost eats up your mental power. It took me a lot of effort to summon it back," Pariston said with a smile , "I can't do this again in the future."

Illumi let out an "oh" and stopped talking.

Pariston looked at the black-haired killer. There was no emotion on that pale face, and his dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. He was still a figure that puzzled him.

"What are you thinking?" Pariston said. "What do you want to know?" He thought that Illumi would definitely ask about Qiya, but unexpectedly the killer shook his head.

"Go out and leave me alone."

Still as cold as ever.Pariston was a little frustrated.Only by mastering people's hearts can one understand a person's weakness. He once thought that Qiya was Illumi's weakness, but now he hesitated again. If Ilumi really valued his brother as much as he thought, why didn't he take Qiya away with him? ?He couldn't figure out what this person was thinking.

However, Illumi had already ignored his existence, sat up, walked straight to the porthole, and quietly looked at the scenery of the universe.

Pale light hit beside him, his black hair seemed to merge with the darkness of the universe, it was an extremely deep, dark night.

"Aren't you lonely?" Pariston couldn't help asking.

Illumi's shoulders moved slightly. "Lonely? What's that?"

"You don't need a companion?"

"Aren't you my companions?" Illumi turned around and replied puzzled.

"I'm glad what you think, but you never communicate with us," Paristone said.

"What to communicate? Action plans are all discussed and decided. I don't know what you are talking about." Illumi turned around again, ignoring the people behind him.

"Hey, do you know why summoning Death Thought from a position far away from the system has such serious consequences?" Pallistone sighed.

"Why?" Illumi was a little interested again.

"Because our frequency is different, simply put, it is not in sync."

Illumi was silent for a while, then turned his head and said quite seriously. "how to solve this problem."

Pariston looked at the indifferent face and shook his head. "It can't be solved."

They looked at each other silently for a few seconds, perhaps expecting each other's concession, and finally, Pariston said.

"Where do you want to live after returning to RB-13? I've already had someone copy Kukulu Mountain." He paused and said suggestively. "What else do you want, I can do it."

"Who allowed you to do this?" Illumi said coldly.

Pariston looked at the black-haired killer suspiciously. "You don't like it?"

Illumi snorted softly.

"Okay, I understand, let Iku delete it." Pariston said briskly.

"Forget it. There's no need." Illumi simply interrupted him, and made a gesture to end the conversation.

A month later.

Illumi thought he wouldn't come.

But it's here after all.

By accident, I found the address of Kukulu Mountain, and then came to the foot of the mountain with a mentality of just going to see it.

He thought that he would not be interested in fakes, but maybe the Immortal System is really too superb, or maybe he also contracted a disease called nostalgia.

The touch of fingers touching the door of trials was real and familiar, and the mottled copper paint accidentally fell between his fingers. Illumi couldn't help raising his fingers, trying to tell whether the door was covered with dust because no one came for a long time.

The stone road made a slight sound under his feet, the shade of the trees swayed generously above his head, the flickering light drew strange lines on his face, everything was so real that it made people dizzy.The wind from the mountains is blowing slowly, which is the special smell that mixes the haze of death and the freshness of the forest.Illumi took a deep breath, and there was a trace of moisture in the eye sockets.

The killer vaguely heard Jie Nuo's cough, mother's sharp soprano voice, and San Mao's cry, which echoed in the wind.As if this is a habitual return after a mission, everything is still stuck in an afternoon long ago.The blood washes away and the sun is just right.His family went about their normal lives in the main house, waiting for dinner when he returned.Even his younger brother, yes, even Qi Ya... was happily eating snacks in a certain room.

Heh, Illumi seems to smell the sweetness of candy.

The killer's icy heart beat for a moment. He thought that he had given up on this beautiful dream forever, that he had given up the qualification to wander in it, that he would never set foot on a place even in his dream. The mirage that couldn't bear to give up, he approached it cautiously, even the sound of breathing was extinguished.

Stepping into the main house, Illumi looked around at the empty room. There was no smell of smoke from Jeno, no greeting from Sheba, no yelling from Miki, no footsteps of Qiya going downstairs... Sure enough, It was an empty dream.The killer noticed his shaking, he took another deep breath, collected himself, walked up the stairs, walked through the corridor, and pushed away from his room.

In the spacious and almost simple bedroom, the sunlight slanted on the floor, allowing Illumi to see his own dark shadow carved on the wooden floor alone.Illumi approached the bedroom, subconsciously began to look for the CD, searched for a few minutes in the memory, but found nothing.Sure enough, it is still impossible to replicate so accurately.He thought to himself.

Going to the bed and lying down casually, Illumi stared at the big blank screen in the east in a daze. It was good enough to use this place as my burial place.Suddenly this idea popped up in his mind, the killer smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

Pariston's psychological tactics?Then you might as well do as he wished, sinking for a moment...

The time was quiet, and too many memories rushed to my heart like a tide, which caught Illumi off guard.Maybe it was because he had sealed them for too long, or maybe it was because being alone made him feel a little bit of indulgent security, those familiar faces, figures, words, expressions of laughter, angry tone, atmosphere of silence, quiet time, scrambling for the first place. Jumping out from the bottom of his heart that he thought was opaque, they were resurrected so vividly, as if they had never been deeply buried by him.

Illumi, it's time for you to cut your hair.

When my mother said that, how did I answer? Did I nod indifferently, and then walked away with a blank face...

Illumi, how are your preparations for tomorrow's mission going?

When my father said that, how did I answer, did I list a series of points coldly...

Brother, did you bring me the model back?

When that chubby brother said that, how did he answer? Did he just ignore it and go back to the room...

big brother...

That timid Kurt, what exactly did she want to say to him? The expression that hesitated to speak suddenly appeared in front of Illumi very vividly. What she wanted to say, I didn't seem to pay attention to it...

Then there was the shadow that attracted all his attention, the smooth and soft silver hair, the smart eyes, the sly smile, the younger brother who always wanted to sneak away from his sight, the eyes that stared at him in those blue eyes, What kind of emotions are contained in it, resentment, fear, and awe? At that time, did you try to find a trace of tenderness from it...

Illumi suddenly felt a little short of breath, as if the weight of the world was weighing on his chest. For the first time in a long time, he realized that they were really far away from him.He is not regretful, nor is he regretful, he just deeply realizes what he has given up. He thought he had frozen things like emotions, but they have been dead but not stiff, deep in his heart. Sleeping silently, and then at a certain moment when he let down his vigilance, he burst out of the embankment, submerging him in thousands of feet of sea water, unable to struggle.

He was lying in the phantom dozens of light years away from Kukulu Mountain, but he wanted to take a breath of the air of that ordinary mountain on the earth like never before, and wanted to reach out and, once again, mess up his silver hair.He seemed to see Qiya protesting and wanted to raise his head, but he himself ignored his protest as before, and rubbed his fingers on the soft silver hair, and the fingertips seemed to still have a fluffy touch.

Illumi opened his eyes and raised his hand, trying to find the strands of hair left between his fingers, but there was nothing there, only the sun shining through his fingers while repairing the car, casting a wordless black shadow on the wall , the wind passed through the door, and the paper door made a slight creaking sound.

An unbearable silence.

"is this okay?"

Looking at the scene of Kukulu Mountain through the screen, Yikuxiongbei said with a little worry.

"What are you afraid of?'

Pariston laughed.

"Can he really face such a cruel reality without wavering?" Ekushombe frowned.

Pariston laughed. "He's a cold-blooded killer, you're thinking too much of him and being sentimental."

"Really?" Ikushombe murmured. "Then what's the point?"

"I just hope to give him something he wants." Paristan said, "He thinks he is invulnerable, but he is just a mortal. He has to face his own choices, but I hope he can have something. , otherwise I worry about his destructiveness."

"Destructive?"

"My ability, as well as our Immortal, endowed Illumi with too powerful destructive power. Of course, this is also the cornerstone of our confrontation with the association. But it is because he gave up the blood, family, and memories he once had. In other words, he has nothing to value, which is extremely dangerous. We have to keep him away from the beating family while still maintaining some kind of connection between them, so that he will not be killed by himself. You must know that it is the darkness from the undead, if you are not careful, you will be destroyed by it."

"You are really thoughtful." Iku Xiongbei said. "Then just copy the Beating Die Ke family, we can do it."

Pariston shook his head. "We can't do that now, it's counterproductive. We can't make our intentions too obvious, otherwise he will think we want to control him."

Ikushumbe did not speak again.

On the screen, the black-haired killer sat quietly on the bed, staring at the familiar things outside the window, with no expression on his face.

Just like the decades and long years he spent in the future, in the illusion of Kukulu Mountain, he cherished the days and nights of his hometown.