Dean was filled with anger and fear when the door of the laboratory was pushed open and Boro came back.
Behind him came the sound of footsteps.
Dean's heart was in his throat.
But the next moment, he saw that the footsteps behind Bolo weren't Aisha's but Dana's.
However, this "Daina" was different from the "Dainas" he had seen before. She had a cold temperament and wore a scarlet robe. The girl's cheeks were immature but her eyes were deep and full of majesty like a queen.
Dean was relieved, but then frowned. He didn't say a word as he watched Boro come closer.
"Don't try to resist. She will enter your dream and read all your memories." Boro condescendingly looked at Dean: "All lies will be debunked and all secrets will be solved. Let me see how the world was destroyed three hundred years ago!"
Dean was startled. Enter a dream?
While he was in a daze, the scarlet red robed young woman, Daina, had already taken a step forward with an indifferent expression, and then she stretched out her slender little hand to press onto his forehead, causing him to feel a wave of icy cold and soft feeling. Then Dean saw her arm began to change. Dark liquid oozed out from the pores and spread all over her hand. The originally cute little hand instantly turned into a sharp spider leg with fine hair attached to it.
"Magic mark ability?" Dean was surprised.
Suddenly his forehead hurt.
It was like a sharp needle was piercing into his forehead. It was slowly piercing deeper and deeper as if it was going to pierce through his head!
Dean's expression twisted uncontrollably. Then he felt numbness on his forehead. It seemed that something had entered his brain. His clear vision instantly blurred and shook. The girl and Boro turned into multiple afterimages. Then the world slowly darkened as if he had suddenly fallen into the abyss.
He didn't know how long he had fallen. It seemed like a few minutes or a few hours.
Suddenly a ray of light appeared.
The light slowly expanded and a crack appeared in his vision. The silver-white light was reflected in his line of sight. It slowly became clear and showed a complete picture. It turned out to be an elliptical metal shell.
What a familiar metal shell … Dean's consciousness murmured.
Dean suddenly turned to the side and saw a few mottled buttons and a finger-thick bar-shaped display screen with three blood-red numbers: 300!
Dean was shocked as if he was struck by lightning. This familiar number, familiar button, wasn't this the first thing he saw after waking up in the freezer?
It was the numbers above that let him know that he had been sleeping for a full three hundred years!
The next moment, Dean saw an extremely pale little boy sitting up in the freezer. He looked around blankly. After a long time, the little boy plucked up his courage and climbed out of the freezer. When he opened the door, he was greeted by rotten and smelly junk. The junk collapsed from above and poured into the freezer, almost crushing him.
The little boy vomited on the spot because of the smell. The thing he vomited was the breakfast he had before entering the freezer. After vomiting, the smell of vomit in the air became even more unpleasant.
The little boy clenched his teeth and pushed away the garbage. Like a mouse in a stinky ditch, he climbed out of the garbage. His clean body had long been dirty. Then he saw a low and shabby refugee shed.
The little boy stood there in a daze for a very, very long time. Only after a very, very long time did he take a step forward. His incomparably weak body swayed as he slowly walked towards the refugee shelter. His back gradually merged with the barren and dim environment.
Dean was completely stunned as he looked at this scene. Wasn't this him?
Memories seemed to roll in at this moment like a tidal wave. His gaze followed the little boy's body and slowly moved forward. He saw the torrential rain washing away the dirt on the little boy's body. He also saw the little girl in a purple cheongsam appear in the rainy night like a fairy. Her porcelain-like exquisite face was especially dazzling in the dark night, flashing in the thunder.
Then he saw the little girl pick up the little boy who had fallen in the mud. She led him to a dilapidated eaves and handed him a meat sandwich.
The rain stopped.
The little girl wiped the water off his body and took him to an orphanage. She left the handkerchief to him and floated away.
The little boy stood alone in front of the orphanage. Eventually, he slowly walked in and lived in the orphanage.
He silently learned the language, silently endured the ridicule, silently observed the world, silently watched the children in the orphanage torture and kill stray cats and dogs, silently listened to his companions talk about the tragic fate of some of the adopted children. Then, it was his turn. Between the gardener and the doctor, he chose the woman with the beautiful smile and followed her "home."
Then he was sent to study. He was caught by hunters to identify his body. He was sent to scavenger special training camp …
The scenes of the past flashed before his eyes like flickering lights and passing shadows.
Including the hunting outside the giant wall …
Accidentally obtained the first magic mark 'The Defiler' …
There was also the first love that was full of beautiful fantasies. After it was broken, the dark and dim cage, the disappointed eyes, and the desperate crying in the corner …
Dean's heart trembled. He had long sealed the beautiful memories of that failure in the deepest part of his memory. He did not want to touch them. Even after he became the wall lord, he did not look for her again. But at this moment, all these memories were playing in front of him.
When they were in love, the warm eyes, the gentle tone, evoked the softness in the deepest part of his heart. But eventually, it was broken with the final farewell.
He looked at the boy who was tortured in the prison. He looked at the boy who was silently planning to escape from the prison. His heart gradually calmed down. The past was the past. His mind also calmed down. There was a faint expectation in his heart. He even hoped that the memory would be omitted as soon as possible.
After a long time, Dean finally saw her again.
It was the first time they met outside the giant wall. She was wearing a purple cheongsam. She was like a blooming epiphyllum.
That familiar voice once again echoed in his ears.
He felt a wet and hot liquid slide down to his face. The touch was very real.
"If I had made the phonograph earlier, it would have been better!" Dean thought painfully and regretfully.
He had made so many things, but the phonograph and the vintage camera were the only things he had not taken the initiative to make. These two things were not that technologically difficult to make, but as non-military magic items, they did not bring him much profit, so he had ignored them.
But how many beautiful things could be preserved in the world with these two things?
Sometimes when he looked at the road ahead, he would always ignore the beautiful scenery on both sides of the road.
Wasn't this a kind of sad?
The memory continued until he once again saw the sad figure in the beast tide. Dean's blood once again trembled and solidified. It seemed that all the blood in his body was cold.
He wanted to roar, but his mouth could not make a sound.
He was like a bystander who could only witness this scene. He could only look at the desperate figure of the boy holding her, but he could not help anything.
He suddenly hated the boy. If he was a little stronger, then all of this would not have happened!
As the memory passed, Dean's mood once again changed from grief to numbness. He looked at the scene behind him with a blank expression.
The invaders had attacked …
Became the wall lord …
Left the giant wall of Sylvia, went all the way to the north, met Amelia tribe …
The last memory stayed in Boro's laboratory. The girl reached out her hand and pressed her forehead.
The memories from his slumber came to a full stop.
His line of sight still stayed on the last memory. It was like the video was stuck in the middle of playing.
Dean was silent. In his heart, he slowly guessed what the magic mark ability of this queen-like "Daina" was. He felt that the latter should have seen all of his memories.
His secrets were all laid bare in front of her, and he did not hide any trump cards.
This was the first time that he was completely exposed in front of the enemy. His heart was completely cold, and even a little depressed.
But thinking that Boro did not intend to use Aisha to force him, his heart could not help but rejoice and comfort.
He didn't know how much time had passed. Suddenly, the stuck memory quickly reversed. It was like playing in reverse. In the blink of an eye, he once again returned to the scene when he was lying in the freezer.
Then the little boy in the freezer closed his eyes.
The world was dark.
The darkness seemed to last for a few minutes. The little boy opened his eyes again. He saw three faces that made Dean's heart tremble. Father, mother and sister.
This was the last picture he saw when he entered the freezer.
The picture was still in the form of fast rewind. Dean's eyes could not keep up with it.
Then, the image suddenly paused and stopped.
The picture stopped was a snow-white ceiling. Then Dean saw a middle-aged man bend down and get close to him. At this moment, it seemed that he had returned to the first person's point of view.
The middle-aged man's cheeks were a lot younger, but he recognized at a glance that it was his father.
Then he saw his father holding him. His face was full of joy. He also saw his own chubby little hands.
Is this the memory of when I was born?
Dean thought in his heart. He felt a burst of warmth and nostalgia. He basically didn't remember the things that happened when he was one or two years old. He even forgot the things that happened when he was three or four years old. Only a few events left a deep impression on him. But at this moment, with the magic mark ability of "Daina", these dusty memories were dug out. So he clearly saw the things that happened after he was born.
Perhaps this was an unexpected surprise?
Looking at his excited father, he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face.
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