Orlando opened his eyes with difficulty,
After the piercing white light of the light,
He saw a young face,
It was a man no more than twenty years old,
It was a very amiable face.
Black hair, blue eyes, and a strange scar on his forehead.
The other party was trying to pour him a glass of warm water. When he saw that he had regained consciousness, he put the glass of water aside,
Instead, he helped Orlando up.
So Orlando found himself lying in a strange room again,
Overall..,
This should be a laboratory. There were metal-colored instruments everywhere, but he was lying on a comfortable golden-red bed. This bed seemed to have been forcefully dragged into the scene.
The black-haired man waved a small wooden stick,
Gesturing a few times at Orlando, the boy was surprised to see several colors of light flash on his body. Then the stranger frowned slightly and said, "Pretty bad health... Drink a glass of water first,
Although maybe you need more magic potions... or food. "
Orlando slowly drank a mouthful of water,
After feeling that his throat was not so painful, he asked softly, "Who are you? Am I dead? "
The man was obviously surprised for a moment and said loudly, "No-no, no,
No,
You're not dead. You're only eleven years old,
Aren't you? No child should die at the age of eleven. What's your name? By the way, you can call me... uh, Dr. Harry, that's not a name at all. "Orlando paused for a moment and whispered," My name is Orlando. "
"Oh, Orlando."
The doctor said Orlando's name and looked at the boy seriously at the same time. He smiled gently. "Very good name. And very beautiful hair. "
Orlando saw his own appearance in the reflection of the metal instrument at the head of the bed: a skinny boy with a dumbfounded face and a head of red hair that grew recklessly.
The doctor held the empty glass that Orlando had drunk from, his eyes flashing with a strange light. "It's very beautiful. It's my favorite red."
Orlando felt uncomfortable, but after a moment of silence, he said, "My mother also has red hair."
"So does my mother." The doctor casually used the small wooden stick to change the glass away.
"My mother died in the concentration camp. Before she died, those people burned all her hair." Orlando looked at his shadow and said.
The young doctor's expression instantly turned solemn. He placed a hand on Orlando's back for a long time. It was so long that Orlando felt some heavy emotions being transmitted to him before he moved away. He walked to the other side of the room. While operating the equipment, he said, "I guess you'll need a fried egg? Or bacon? "
After Orlando slowly finished a simple sandwich, the doctor asked him some questions about the concentration camp and his life as a scavenger. Orlando did not know anything else. He grew up in the concentration camp. Everything he knew about the apocalypse and the fall came from his companions in the concentration camp, and most of them had already gone mad.
The doctor did not show any disappointment, but Orlando sensitively sensed that he needed more information, so before the doctor started his machine, Orlando added, "I met a strange person a few days ago."
"Uh-huh?" The doctor nodded, indicating that Orlando could tell him everything. "How strange is it?"
"He's dead." Of course, this was not strange. "Before he died, he asked me to help him remember a person, but he died before he could say the person's name …"
"What a pity …"
"But I found some tattoos on his arm." Orlando still remembered the messy and deep puncture marks. "They were all tattoos of the same word. I guess it's a name."
The doctor lowered his head slightly, and his voice became deeper. "That name … what is it?"
"Ginevra." Orlando remembered it firmly. "It's Ginevra."
The doctor seemed to be hit in an instant. He shook his body slightly, then turned and walked to the big screen in the center of the room. He gestured with a wooden stick, called out a map, and asked Orlando to come over. "Do you still remember your route?"
"I'm not very sure." It was easy to get lost in the wilderness.
"This is the New York concentration camp." The doctor pointed at a black spot on the screen. "This is the wilderness. Do you remember the general direction?"
Orlando tried hard to remember and then pointed in a direction.
"Okay." The doctor set the direction and pressed several buttons on the console. "Let's meet an old friend."
Orlando heard the roar of the machine that he vaguely remembered in his coma, and the doctor muttered something like, "It's a good thing Stark installed the jet equipment," and gestured for Orlando to grab the armrest next to the console.
From the changing scene outside the window, Orlando could tell that they were flying. His face turned slightly pale. "They will find out …" Such a large aircraft would definitely be discovered by the ruthless mechanical guards.
"Don't worry, we are flying in stealth mode." The doctor sensed Orlando's nervousness and immediately comforted him. "Those Zhiyuan people won't find Tadis."
"Tadis?"
"My spaceship — she's called Tadis."
Orlando's face was still pale, partly because of nervousness and partly because of excitement. "I've heard of this word … They said —"
"Stop!" The doctor suddenly interrupted Orlando loudly. "Please — please don't tell me! This is something I shouldn't know. And don't ask me why. "
Orlando swallowed all his questions and just stared at Dr. Harry in front of him with his eyes wide open. After a long time, he mumbled, "Doctor … you know Ginevra, right? That man … before he died, he repeatedly said the same thing. "
The doctor pursed his lips and did not say anything.
Orlando gritted his teeth. "He said … what beautiful hair."
It did not take long for them to find the damaged building. In the past few days, it seemed to have deteriorated even more. It could not even shelter the fugitives from the wind and rain.
The doctor parked the Tadis nearby. Orlando walked out of the door and looked back. He was surprised to find that it was just a strange blue box with the word "police" written on it. "It … is bigger inside than outside?"
"Yes." The doctor curled his lips. "Everyone says so."
Orlando wanted to ask how many people the doctor had carried in the Tadis, but he remembered the doctor's warning of "don't ask questions." He swallowed the question back and just pointed in one direction. "I met him there."
But the doctor did not rush over. Instead, he stood in front of the building with his head raised. His mouth was half-open, and he showed an expression that Orlando could not understand. "This is … the hexagonal library."
Orlando could see from the broken appearance of the building that it was a hexagonal building, but he could not understand the meaning of the "library." But judging from the doctor's expression, it was probably of great significance to him.
After standing for a moment, the doctor walked to the position indicated by Orlando and stopped the boy three steps away. "No, you don't have to go over."
Orlando was not interested in looking at the dead man, so he stood still.
Harry walked over alone and found that Orlando had simply picked up some broken bricks and planks to cover up the dead man. What a sensible child. He used "Clean Up" to sweep away the debris. In the long-term low-temperature environment, the body was well preserved, just that it was too pale and stiff.
"Professor Lockhart …" Harry squatted down and saluted to the old friend. At the same time, he saw the rough tattoos on Lockhart's arm, which looked like they were made by himself with a blade or needle. It was the name of the same girl.
In this dying world, Ginevra, where are you wandering?
Other than melancholy, Harry did not find any more information in Lockhart's belongings. He used a spell to dig a grave, turned it into a rose, and buried Lockhart together.
The red-haired boy walked over quietly and mourned with Harry.
While reciting the eulogy, Harry kept pressing the pocket watch hanging in front of his chest, which contained the timeline of the Oulopolos. It was wearing down every moment, and Harry had been in this world for almost ten days, but he still did not find any useful information. He only knew that the sudden rise of the Virtual God was accompanied by a heavy rain that lasted for three years. The Soul Catchers were his first batch of fresh troops. These joyful spirits swept across the Euramerican continent, spreading despair to every corner. The sorcerers only reappeared after the heavy rain subsided. By then, there was nothing they could do to change the situation. The history that followed was a blur. People could not even remember if the wizards died in the British Isles first, or if the X-Men died in the internal turmoil first. Then, the aliens of Reach conquered New York. The Avengers bore the brunt of the attack, and the Justice League did not resist for long …
Death, death, death … Too many deaths blurred people's memories because those who could prove that history existed were all dead. Panic and despair were like weeds in the wind, spreading and growing in the wilderness. Nihon's palace towered above the clouds, forming a black hole, like a dark eye looking down on the earth.
Harry took Orlando's hand and walked toward Tadis. "I know of a survivor's fortress in the British Isles. Let me send you there. There, the children can be protected."
Orlando looked up at Harry's face, and there was anxiety and anxiety. "Can't I go with you? I don't cause trouble, and I eat very little … "
Harry gripped the pocket watch tightly, and his heart was filled with fatigue and melancholy, but he still explained patiently, "I'm sorry, Orlando, I have other things to do …"
"Save the other children?"
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