Since The Red Moon Appeared

The person who had died appeared in the old dean's house, looking at himself with a gentle smile.

An indescribable sense of strangeness welled up in my heart.

If such a weird scene happened in an ordinary person's house, then Lu Xin and the others, who are used to seeing weird things, would not be moved. There are endless weird things caused by mental pollution, and this one can even be said to be a bit ordinary. .

However, this is the home of the old dean, the home of a researcher who stands at the highest point in the spiritual field.

Such a person, how could there be a dead person in the family?

In particular, everyone present had their own ways of distinguishing the false from the real, but looking at the real person in front of them, they all felt extremely astonished in their hearts, as if their brains were slightly numb, confusing the reality, and actually felt so real...

Every frown and smile, every detail is fresh.

Everyone Wei Wei stayed at the door, after a long time, no one spoke.

Especially Lu Xin, at this moment, he suddenly pursed his lips tightly, turned around abruptly, and looked to the left and right.

He was looking for the figure of his sister. . .

Because he suddenly discovered that the state of these three people seemed to be very similar to his sister...

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"What are you doing standing at the door?"

Just when everyone was in an extreme trance, someone in the room suddenly heard a smile.

In an instant, countless eyes focused on the past.

A sense of reality that was far away also returned to everyone.

The man was wearing a dark dress, even if it was home-like, he still looked a little serious and upright. What didn't match his clothes and temperament was that he was wearing an apron and was holding two plates of vegetables in his hand , with a gentle and friendly smile.

old dean.

The moment they saw clearly that it was him, at least two or three people took a step back subconsciously.

"Come in..."

Holding a steaming plate in one hand, the old dean looked out the door with a smile, as if he was a bit blaming.

This seems like a pretty normal scene.

But a certain impact with a strong contrast, but it makes people feel invisible fear.

"call……"

At this moment, Lu Xin was the first to react.

He saw his younger sister, who was lying on the dirty wall in the corridor behind her, stretched out her little head, and watched vigilantly at the teacher's wife and two children in the room, she seemed a little surprised, even scared, More, it is also doubts.

Lu Xin couldn't find the answer in such a short time.

So he was only silent for a moment, then took his sister over, hugged her in his arms, and then nodded into the room:

"OK."

"..."

Lu Xin was the first to walk into the old dean's house, put the fruit on the kitchen cabinet next to him, and looked at his wife politely:

"Need a change of shoes?"

"..."

"no, I'm fine……"

The teacher's wife hurriedly waved her hands, like a hostess who couldn't bear to criticize the guests.

But it was the old dean who spoke. He put the dishes on the long table with a smile and said with a smile: "Just come in."

"In the world after the red moon, I really can't be too vigilant, and my cleanliness has been cured."

"..."

Listening to the old dean's kind and humorous words, everyone's mood was extremely complicated.

Under the reception of the hostess, or the teacher's wife and the old dean, I walked into the room slowly, came to the living room, saw this small and warm home, and also saw the picture that seemed to be for this party. Everyone can sit down, so I bought a long table specially, saw the table full of dishes, and then my body was a little stiff, and I sat down slowly.

"Don't be in a hurry, go wash your hands, there are still a few dishes, and they will be ready soon."

The old dean gave instructions with a smile, and then returned to the kitchen, while everyone subconsciously got up and went to the bathroom to wash their hands.

"The next dish should be dry roasted fish..."

Under the apprehensive eyes of everyone, Lu Xin slowly swept across the long table.

He saw that it was filled with marinated chicken legs, scrambled eggs with shrimp paste, fried cabbage sum, boiled lamb, stinky tofu with garlic sauce and other dishes.

Familiar scenes reverberated in front of his eyes, and he suddenly understood why the old dean made such preparations, and even guessed the following dishes. Sure enough, while he was thinking in his heart, the old dean brought out the last dish and gently placed it on the table.

Everyone had complicated expressions, looking at the dishes without saying a word.

This was everyone's favorite dish when we were in the orphanage.

The world was too chaotic at that time, and food sources were scarce.

So exhausted that even in a place like the Red Moon Orphanage, the old director still needs to beg those chickens to lay eggs quickly.

But even in such an environment, the old dean insisted on giving them adequate nutrition, and even cooked some delicious food for them every week, and told them stories and stories before cooking each time. How delicious these things are…

Before eating, let everyone look forward to it, and even discuss how delicious it is after eating.

Whoever is more obedient may cook his favorite food again next time.

That was a very ceremonial thing.

The old dean now put everyone's favorite food on the table, including No. 8's favorite stinky tofu.

But without Lu Xin, because Lu Xin didn't like anything at that time.

Braised chicken legs are actually Mr. Xiaolu's favorite.

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"Okay, it's better to be in a hurry, let's eat!"

The old dean brought the last dishes to the table, without even taking off his apron, and sat down on the table with a smile.

There is a long table away from Lu Xin, facing each other far away.

Everyone was looking at him, observing carefully, and saw that his face actually had many wrinkles, the hair on both sides was already gray, and the smile on his face seemed to be sincere, with a kind of From the heart, sincere and satisfying.

"You eat, I haven't seen you for many years, you must have a lot to talk about, so let's not bother."

After everyone sat down, the teacher's wife helped to carry the bowls and chopsticks, served the soup, and then took the two children, smiling and nodding.

She went back to the next room and closed the door gently.

Sitting on Lu Xin's left side, No. 14 suddenly turned around nervously and looked over at Lu Xin.

Lu Xin nodded slightly, understanding what he wanted to say.

The teacher's wife and two children disappeared after entering that room, as if they had never appeared before.

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"Is everyone here?"

The words of the old dean brought Lu Xin's attention back to reality.

He picked up the towel with a smile, wiped his hands, glanced kindly over the faces of the people present, and then called out their names according to their seats at the long table: "No. 5, No. 8, No. 10 Number four, number nine, number nineteen, number two, number three..."

"Well, there's number seven..."

"..."

Then he nodded with satisfaction: "Eight people, that's great."

It's great that no one at the table echoed this sentence, but was slightly taken aback.

The old dean didn't mention No. 17.

"However, there are still three people missing."

The old dean didn't wait for Lu Xin to ask questions, he nodded with a smile, and said, "I remember there was a girl named Zeng Xiaolu in the orphanage, she is now a teacher in Qinggang, right? Yes, how much is she?" It’s a little different from us, but it’s good to come.”

"There are two more people, one is No. 1, it's not convenient for him to come here now."

"There is another one, No. 12, hehe, this kid is really good at hiding. Over the years, he is the only one out of my sight. I even spent a little time looking for him before. But he was never found."

"However, it's not important anymore. There will always be someone absent from every class reunion, isn't it?"

"..."

Listening to the old dean's words, everyone couldn't bear the sense of astonishment in their hearts.

It's a feeling of extreme tearing.

On the one hand, everyone felt kindness from his words.

It's really like the feeling of meeting elders who depended on respect when they were young, and met elders who became more cordial as they grew older.

On the other hand, I couldn't stop feeling flustered.

Every word he said was like an invisible blade, gently scraping the skin, and the coolness penetrated into the bone marrow.

Especially when he said that only Twelve escaped his sight...

It was as if the invisible cold made everyone's cheeks slightly icy and stiff.

Lu Xin raised his head in this icy cold, he hugged his sister tightly in his arms, his eyes were condensed, and he looked at the old dean:

"You really think of this as a party?"

"..."

This was the first time he spoke to the old dean after he entered the door.

And when he couldn't help but uttered these words, the cold spiritual power radiated out invisible.

This made the people at the table finally feel a little more at ease.

Although the cold and oppressive power, there is nothing more relaxing than a spring-like smile.

But sitting beside the old dean, the sense of panic and discomfort had covered their whole bodies, making them unbearable.

Instead, it was Lu Xin's cold attitude that made people feel a little better.

"this……"

Lu Xin questioned him bluntly, which seemed to embarrass the old dean.

He raised his head, wiped his glasses with the tablecloth, and said hesitantly: "At least for now, it's really a long time no see party, isn't it?"

He actually seemed to have a faint pleading taste: "Can't you give me a little time to talk to everyone?"

Lu Xin fell silent.

He didn't know how to reject the old dean who spoke like this.

In the original Red Moon Orphanage, I had no feelings at first.

It doesn't matter whether the old dean treats him well or badly.

At a certain moment, I suddenly opened the floodgate of feelings, so everything in the past, the gray memories, all took on color, and the feelings that I could not perceive before also poured in with the temperature of the memory. own heart.

Therefore, I really, have no memory of having a cordial conversation with the old dean.

Because of this, some expectations?

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"Come, come, I have prepared two bottles of wine, which are good things before the Red Moon incident."

Lu Xin's silence made the old dean heave a long sigh of relief. As if he was in a hurry, he hurriedly adjusted the atmosphere on the table with a smile, took out two bottles of good wine he had prepared in advance with a smile, and then vigorously Twist the lid: "Everyone, drink a little..."

"Before you were young, I didn't teach you how to drink, and I would scold you when you drank secretly..."

"But now, after all, they've all grown up..."

"..."

He poured the wine into the glasses, and watched them one by one, and Number Seven delivered the wine to everyone.

His face was full of relief and happiness. After placing the cups in front of everyone, he smiled and picked them up.

"After you left the orphanage, you have done a good job. Especially recently, the threat brought by the third coming even surpassed the red moon incident, but the real harm caused by it is not as good as the 30 times that the red moon incident caused. %..."

"I know that you have worked hard on this matter."

"I'm so proud of you."

"Hehe, to be honest, my teachers were the first generation of people who started the study of spiritual power. Their starting point was still good. However, in the end they still fell into the cliché. They used the sign of restarting the world to really want What we do is to learn from Noah’s Ark. But we don’t believe in this. When we encounter mountains, we open mountains, and when we meet waters, this is the philosophy we pursue..."

"This cup, I respect you amazing children..."

"..."

As he spoke, he was slightly moved, then picked up the wine glass, frowned, and drank it.

The students from the orphanage who were sitting upright at the table, not even touching their cups, felt a little unnatural.

This glass of wine, to drink or not to drink?

Lu Xin was also a little uncertain, he silently watched the old director drink up the glass, and tapped his fingers unconsciously.

After two or three seconds, he slowly picked up the cup and took a shallow sip.

There is no taste other than spicy.

When the others saw this, they all picked up the cups, or drank it in one gulp, or took a sip, or just took one end.

The atmosphere seems to have really become a little calmer.

"Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, they all grew up..."

The old dean seemed to have opened up the chatter box, and while raising his chopsticks to signal everyone to pick up the food, he said with a smile: "Thinking about it, when we were in the courtyard, we were all a bunch of children. Although they are somewhat different from others, I understand Yes, they are all kind children. Seeing you now confirms my thoughts. When kind children grow up, they are also kind people, and they all do well..."

Everyone's expressions were slightly weird.

Is the old dean really chatting with everyone?

His smile, his words, his behavior are all so normal...

But, who of you is really normal?

"Come on, try these dishes, I hope the taste hasn't changed..."

The old dean is kind and enthusiastic: "Dried roasted fish is your favorite, Shisi. I still remember that you and No. 12 secretly ran out to dig loaches for this bite when you were young, but the security guards in the whole courtyard were alarmed. Two armed vehicles have been dispatched..."

"Well, but seeing your current figure, it's better to eat more vegetarian food in the future..."

"Cai Xin oiled with oil is also very good, you can eat it after rinsing the oil..."

"..."

No. 14 had a bitter face, not daring to eat, but also not daring not to eat, stretched out his arm to pick up the vegetables with chopsticks, rinsed them in the tea bowl before eating.

The others didn't move their chopsticks, they all sat upright, leaning back.

"You all eat too..."

The old dean persuaded, and seemed to continue talking.

But at this moment, No. 5 suddenly interrupted the old dean's words, she turned her thin face to the old dean, and smiled lightly:

"Dean, from what you said just now, you don't seem to agree with the plan of Gaoshan Laboratory?"

"..."

"……Yes."

The old dean was interrupted by her, slightly taken aback, and slowly put down his chopsticks.

The expression on his face adjusted, and then he smiled, adjusted from the state of chatting about homework, and nodded slightly:

"Their plan is actually another form of compromise."

"And while it's theoretically possible, I don't think they can actually succeed."

"In the beginning, it was a sea, which can dilute all impurities. Even the only consciousness is a kind of impurities."

"In the end, it will definitely be diluted..."

"They hope to wait until the restart of civilization, maybe, they can only wait for a dream that they can't wake up from?"

"In the beginning, not a certain consciousness, or spiritual traits, or even authority, can be grasped."

"Just as it is impossible to have only one emotion in a person's life, or there cannot be only one thought in this world."

"Unique consciousness is indeed a miracle created by a generation of researchers."

"But this will definitely not be the key that can help humans escape from the beginning, or open a new world."

"..."

After listening to the words of the old dean, everyone hesitated to the extreme.

"So……"

When Lu Xin heard this, he couldn't help but opened his mouth, and looked at the old dean seriously: "What do you think this key is?"

Faced with these questions, the old dean smiled wryly and said, "We're going to talk about this now?"

The others didn't seem to expect the old dean to ask such a question, and their expressions were a little surprised.

Lu Xin nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Dean, this is what we are concerned about now."

Maybe it was because the words were too ruthless, or maybe it was because after sitting down, everyone was cautious and vigilant, and they never let it go.

The old dean finally shook his head slightly and put down his chopsticks.

He poured a glass of wine by himself, picked it up slowly, drank half a gu, and then said softly:

"In my opinion, consciousness and traits, or authority, are not controllable, or even against the original weapon..."

"However, it is true that there is no way to fight at first."

"logic……"

He spoke in a low voice, and then said, "Logic is the key to solving all this."

"It is impossible for human beings to fight against God, or control God, and they cannot even predict and understand the concept of 'God'."

"But logic does."

"..."

"logic……"

The words of the old dean made everyone present slightly suspicious.

They remembered that they had heard No. 5 say that the old dean had studied logic in recent years.

Möbius logic.

"In the beginning, it was bound to come, just like the tide, based on a deeper instinct."

The old dean opened his mouth in a low voice, telling some amazing truths as if chatting about family matters:

"A generation of researchers regards the inheritance of civilization as the most important thing. This seems to be a rational behavior, but it is actually unnecessary."

"First of all, they may not be able to maintain their sanity until the world restarts."

"Secondly, when the world restarts, a new civilization will inevitably be born, so why should we guide it?"

"For them, our civilization may not be an impurity."

"And if you really want to fight against the original, you need logic."

"It's like the easiest way to clean up some kind of pollution is to find its logic chain, cut off its logic, or lead its logic into chaos. It's the same reason at first, logic is needed, and it needs to break the rules. imagination."

"..."

As he spoke, he picked up the towel in his hand and said with a smile, "Can a piece of paper have only one side?"

As he spoke, he turned left and right, folded a bit, and formed a Mobius ring.

"You see, something that sounds impossible, but with a small change, it can be done."

"In the beginning, it was actually the same."

"It's powerful, chaotic, irresistible, and unavoidable..."

"However, if you think about it from a rational point of view, you will find that it may not be an enemy."

"It's just another side of us, a projection of our subconscious mind and that of countless generations of civilizations."

"Theoretically speaking, it exists in the depths of each of us in the beginning, and we are all in the arms of the original."

"It's two sides of the same paper, but it's also one."

"It's like straw, spring goes and autumn comes, and it withers and withers, but the grains are full and buds grow on the ground."

"Is this a death, or a new life?"

"From this point of view, is the initial arrival a nightmare or a gift of life?"

"..."

"this……"

Everyone present was slightly nervous, as if an invisible big hand was kneading their hearts.

The old dean's tone was too relaxed, and he spoke very calmly, but it made people feel that some kind of huge panic was surging.

"you……"

Number Eight suddenly couldn't help but speak, and paused: "Dean, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do..."

The old dean hesitated slightly, as if this was a very difficult question.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked at the next room, which was the room where the teacher's wife and the two children disappeared.

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"Did I tell you guys before?"

The old dean was silent for a long time before answering softly: "I hate the Red Moon incident."

No one answered, and everyone waited quietly for him to continue talking.

The old dean drank the remaining half glass of wine in the glass, and then said softly: "Before the Red Moon incident, I was actually an ordinary person. However, such an ordinary me met my wife. She is a very kind and beautiful person, she married me who had no achievements, and she is willing to spend her whole life in the world with me, an ordinary person."

"She gave birth to two children for me. They are very smart and very cute."

"I often think, how can an ordinary person like me have such a good wife and children?"

"I'm really, really lucky."

"..."

Thinking of the family portrait that they saw on the desk of the old dean, and thinking of the gentle and amiable woman and the two smart and cute children they saw when they just entered the door, everyone felt a faint feeling in their hearts. Feeling a little depressed.

The better the old dean said, the more ominous the feeling was.

"When the Red Moon incident happened, my wife killed two children and jumped off the building holding their bodies."

The old dean said it suddenly, causing the pores of the people at the table to open slightly, and the cold seeped in.

His face, without knowing when, became faintly pale.

Even the gentle but still firm eyes in the past seemed to be slightly weak and out of focus.

"It's like a nightmare..."

He sighed in a low voice, his voice seemed illusory: "They died just like that, and they died without any regrets."

"Even their deaths were buried in the chaos brought about by the Red Moon incident, and it seems that they are not worth mentioning."

"However, this is by no means insignificant to me."

"I have dreamed countless times that they are still alive and by my side, and then I wake up and accept this fact."

"So, I often think about it..."

There seemed to be a slight wry smile on the lips of the old dean: "If the dream is real and the reality is a dream, then it will be fine..."

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Everyone present seemed to tense up subconsciously.

They can feel the deep sadness of the old dean, and the regret that is still unforgettable after so many years.

However, this does not seem to be a new topic.

Just as the old dean said, their deaths have been covered up in the chaos brought about by the Red Moon incident...

How many people died in that catastrophe that turned 70% of the world's people into lunatics? How many people have lost loved ones? How many people, like the old dean, went to sleep sadly every night, and then woke up crying bitterly?

Let this disaster pass like a dream, many people have similar thoughts...

The old dean...

"So, I've been thinking since then..."

When everyone was depressing and thinking carefully, the old dean slowly showed a smile on his face:

"What should I do to turn this idea into reality?"

"..."

"Shua!"

At this moment, everyone felt a little creepy, and even No. 7, who was closest to the old dean, shrank subconsciously.

The old dean's smile was very calm, but it gave people a great sense of oppression.

At this moment, No. 5 was the first to straighten up. She looked straight at the old dean and said, "This is impossible."

The old dean met her aggressive gaze, neither avoiding it deliberately nor looking directly at her.

Instead, he shook his head slightly and said:

"In the world after the red moon incident, nothing is impossible..."

"..."

The smile on his face seemed to grow stronger, and he said: "After the red moon incident, I saw countless craziness and grotesques. I experienced scenes of madmen running everywhere in this world, and also In order to be abandoned by a generation of researchers and face a desperate situation, I have seen a series of strange incidents beyond common sense, and I have also seen heinous blood and cruelty..."

"So, I miss the civilized world before the red moon event more and more."

"Not only for me, but also for those who are struggling in this hopeless world, for those miserable people..."

"Man, living in a civilized world is the luckiest thing."

"Living in a chaotic world is the most tragic thing."

"What's even more depressing is that we can't choose which world to live in..."

"..."

He spoke in a calm but somewhat weird tone, which made everyone's heart pound.

After a long time, he paused lightly and said with a smile:

"So, I began to search hard, organize my thoughts, and try to find a way out for this desperate world."

"I read a lot of priests of mysterious organizations before the Red Moon incident and the endless cases of spiritual pollution afterward. Under the endless weird and absurd appearance, I found a fact, that is, whether it is some mysterious organization or Certain special abilities, they seem to be able to create life, or, bring the dead life back to this world..."

"Such lives may be bizarre, but they can also communicate, and even think..."

"I quickly thought of one thing. It was a cult organization that I destroyed with the research institute before the Red Moon incident."

"You say, is such a life real?"

"..."

"you……"

Hearing this, No. 5 finally couldn't help it, and felt the madness and obsession in the words of the old dean.

Her voice became subconsciously sharp: "So, you did all this to resurrect your dead wife and children?"

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"No……"

The old dean shook his head slightly, looked at her with a smile, and corrected:

"Son, I want to resurrect the world that was killed by the red moon, a prosperous and orderly world where everyone can live happily..."

"I want to make the decades when the red moon appeared a nightmare in people's memory."

There are still more to stay, I will continue to revise after I have a meal, and there are two more chapters.

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