Chapter 704 Horse Racing·Gear of Morning Light VII
The next day, the weather was gloomy and the sky was gray.
New Manhattan Central Hospital, 350 Boulevard, New Manhattan.
This general hospital is one of the largest medical institutions in New Manhattan, specializing in all types of emergency care, general medical care, and care for high-risk infected patients.
In a room dedicated to critically ill patients.
Sophia felt a sharp pain, and every nerve in her body was burning. She struggled to wake up from the dark consciousness, and her eyelids were as heavy as lead.
“Ah——”
Finally, she opened her eyes with difficulty, and a pure white light penetrated her field of vision.
She was lying in a spotless medical room, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
The bright shadowless lamp on the ceiling emitted an indifferent light, shining on her pale face.
Sophia's vision was blurry, and the world in front of her was sometimes shaking and sometimes focusing.
She turned her head sideways. The walls of the room were clean white and had strict soundproofing facilities, giving people a feeling of isolation from the world.
Beside her, several advanced medical equipment were operating silently.
Her vital signs were constantly beating on the monitor screen: heart rate, blood pressure, respiratory rate, as well as special fluctuations in her infection.
There is an infusion tube inserted into her right arm, and the slender tube is connected to the hanging medicine bottle. The liquid is slowly dripped into her veins. There are several sensors attached to her chest, connected to the side The instrument made a slight beeping sound to monitor her life status.
Sofia glanced down at her body and found that she was wearing a loose, light blue hospital gown with the hospital's logo printed on the chest.
Under the hospital clothes, her body was so weak that she could hardly move. There was a faint burning sensation in her shoulders, and the mineral crystals on her neck seemed to have spread deeper. She moved her fingers slightly, trying to feel the condition of her limbs. , but her body seemed to be bound, unable to move.
Her thoughts were still confused, and the physical pain and heavy fatigue made her almost breathless.
She blinked, trying to focus on the real world, but the memories of that moment came flooding back - Mikhail, Sleipnir, the devastating battle, the arena of collapse.
Sofia was recalling all the chaos yesterday, and her mind was filled with fragments of that battle.
Suddenly, a clear and rhythmic voice interrupted her thoughts.
"You're awake."
The voice was gentle but majestic, and Sophia was suddenly startled.
What's going on?
She didn't notice anyone approaching at all.
Even though she is seriously injured now, her spiritual and infection organs are still running. Normally, anyone approaching her cannot escape her perception.
But this person was right next to her, and she didn't notice it at all.
She turned her head with difficulty, trying to see who was coming.
What comes into view is a handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes. He is lowering his head and concentrating on peeling an apple. His skills are very skillful. His movements are very light, and the apple skin slowly peels off like silk under the blade. , curled into a complete long strip, not even broken.
The silver knife shone coldly under the light, like a dancing sharp blade.
Beside him, there was an exquisite black top hat and a silver cane, leaning quietly next to the chair.
Sofia's eyes were focused on the young man, and her mind was quickly searching for who he was.
She tentatively spoke with a slightly doubtful tone:
"You are..."
The blond young man smiled softly and placed the sliced apple slices in his hand. On the fruit plate on the side, he then turned his head to look at her, with a bit of teasing in his eyes.
Those golden eyes were as dazzling as the sun, but revealed an elusive depth.
"Didn't you write me a letter and include a link in it."
He said with a smile, his tone was a bit ridiculing.
"Well, you have a really special habit of writing letters. You like to include "Relevant Opinions on Promoting the Urbanization of New Types of Infected People" in your emails - a full 221-page report."
Sofia was stunned and instantly understood who the person in front of her was.
Hugh Abraham...the fourth sword-bearer in heaven.
The moment Sophia saw Xia Xiu, her thoughts suddenly became chaotic, her lips trembled slightly, and she spoke incoherently:
"I... you are... why... should I... ..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized that she didn't know how to express the complex emotions in her heart at this moment.
The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven still maintained a calm smile and was not disturbed by her confusion at all.
He shook his head slightly and spoke calmly:
"Mikhail ran away, and the arena did collapse. However, most of the people were fine. It was just the Cultural Committee, but it was terrible. . Now the Liberation Hoofsheng has openly declared war on them."
Sofia had mixed feelings in her heart while listening to Xia Xiu's brief narrative.
She frowned and struggled in her heart.
Mikhail's escape made her feel deeply uneasy, and the pressing steps of the liberation hooves made the whole situation more complicated and dangerous.
She recalled the murderous moment, the man who almost killed her. His power and madness made her unable to calm down.
Finally, Sophia summoned up the courage to ask:
"You...why didn't you stop the sound of liberation hooves? With your power, with the power of your administration, it can be easily done Get rid of the hooves of liberation..."
"Also, you should have been there at the time, right? Why didn't you kill Mikhail?
He was very dangerous... He was completely out of control, Full of hatred for society and the infected.
His power...if left unchecked, will cause even greater disasters! He is not only the leader of the Liberation Hooves, he is also a potential source of disaster! ”
Her words were full of anxiety and worry, and she obviously had a deep understanding of the danger of Mikhail.
Mikhail cannot be explained by morality and ideology now. The motive for his actions has changed. He is now more like a master with an extreme ideology, which may cause irreparable disaster at any time.
Xia Xiu raised his head slightly, and his golden eyes fell on Sophia's face calmly. His eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, capturing all the struggle and pain in her heart.
His eyes were deep and calm, as if he had seen through everything, with an indescribable feeling. Indifference and calmness.
He pursed his lips slightly, and his voice slowly flowed out of his throat, as gentle as drizzle, but with some irresistible power:
"If a person always keeps on thinking about hatred, he will Like a beast that insists on licking its old wound over and over again, the wound will tear again and bleed again.
No matter how much time passes, this wound will never heal. Obsession will make the injured forget how to let go and how to let the wounds truly rest and recover."
"The same principle applies to groups."
"The sound of liberating hooves and. Mikhail, they are the scar of the infected group, the epitome of your many wounds. They keep tearing their wounds over and over again, refusing to let them heal, but instead letting them fester, pus, and rot until... …Local necrosis.”
"What do many of you think of angels? They look up to us, hoping that we will bring change and bring salvation."
"The Kingdom of Heaven also hoped to use charity as its motivation, God's will as its destination, and God's will as its destination. Act with truth as the axis - but reality never allows such an ideal line."
"Benevolence is always betrayed, God's will is always unpredictable, and truth is full of lies."
There was a trace of almost invisible self-mockery on his face, and the smile was fleeting, like a mockery of some kind of innocence.
“If I must become an absolute ruler and must create a country without any resistance, I will not hesitate to take action.
I don't need to care if those scars go from localized rot to full blown collapse.
I will use the most direct method to cut off all voices of resistance and forcibly create an order that appears to be perfect on the surface. "
Sofia's breathing became rapid and her emotions were almost out of control. She retorted tremblingly:
"But you still let them continue to die... You looked at it, but you didn't do anything. Do..." Her voice gradually deepened, as if she was in endless pain.
Her eyes were fixedly looking at the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven, with unconcealable sorrow and despair in her eyes, as if she was longing for some kind of salvation.
Her lips trembled slightly and she murmured:
"We...we...we...just want to live and live with the dignity that humans should have."
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At that moment, Sophia let go of all her strength and pretense, her eyes filled with weakness and exhaustion.
Although her voice was soft, it contained deep longing and prayer, telling the plight and pain of the entire infected group:
"Everyone calls me Morning Light, but I know that I am not the real Morning Light... I am just a weak match.
Since I founded the Pseudoman Movement Alliance seven years ago, I have spent every day in Burn, burn my life, burn my will, just to let more people...let more infected people live with everything a person should have."
"I'm not complaining... ...I don’t want to say how great I am.”
“I just know that as the founder of the alliance, I shoulder a responsibility that is so heavy that I can’t breathe. I often feel that I can’t hold it. "
Her voice gradually became firmer, but the sadness still lingered:
"I know that I am that match, a match lit in the dark. Burning once may be enough."
"The only thing I fear is that my burning will not bring about a burning ball. Flame..."
"And if I can ignite this fire, then what else do I have to fear? "
The fourth sword holder in heaven? Listening quietly, his golden eyes were deep and waveless, and his expression was still gentle but indifferent enough.
He gently placed the apple in his hand on the small table next to the hospital bed, and said in an unhurried voice:
"The nature of a group tends to be either herbs or weeds. Therefore, it is necessary to water the herbs and pull out the weeds in a timely manner."
While Xia Xiu was speaking, he slowly took out something from his arms.
Sofia's eyes immediately stared at the object, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
It was a disc - a beautifully painted disc.
The disc depicts a knight with a spear in his hand, a flag fluttering in the wind, and a snake shadow hovering around him, while the horse he is riding has bat-like wings and exudes a strange brilliance. .
This knight has an upright posture and a gentle and polite face, but the strangeness of the horse and snake gives the whole scene a paradoxical atmosphere.
Xia Xiu's eyes fell lightly on the disc, his golden eyes shining with a meaningful luster, as if he was looking at an insignificant symbol.
"The truly terrifying one among you..." The voice of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven was like a bell reverberating in the air, carrying some kind of scrutiny and insight.
“It is not the hatred that occasionally pops up in people’s minds, but the lingering fallacies and prejudices deep in their hearts.”
“You must choose to continue to lick your wounds. , or let it heal?”
His voice did not rise; it was low, without emotion or pity.
"The choice is in your hands, and I will just watch quietly."
After the words fell, he no longer looked at Sophia.
He stretched out his left hand and gently placed the disc and the cut apple on the table next to Sophia's hospital bed.
Sofia looked at the disc blankly, her eyes blank for a moment.
Dong Dong Dong Dong——
Her heart beat faster and her breathing gradually became rapid. She could hardly believe her eyes—that was not an ordinary disc.
She could feel the hunger of the soul coming from that disc, and that power vaguely touched the deepest desire in her heart.
The thing she had dreamed of, the desire that had surfaced in her dreams countless times, was now in front of her - a secret key to domination.
The disc seemed to be alive and shining with some indescribable power. It called her, tempted her, and promised her some kind of gift of power.
Her heart was beating faster, almost jumping out of her chest.
There seems to be a blazing energy surging in the body. That energy is accompanied by longing and desire, like a giant beast that has been sleeping for a long time is awakening.
And she, standing on the edge of collapse and choice, felt an unprecedented power surging in her body.
Xia Xiu had turned around and left, his back gradually disappearing at the door of the ward, as if he had never set foot here.
What is left is only one chance to choose.
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The figure of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven completely disappeared at the door of the ward, and the whole room suddenly became silent.
Sofia was still lying on the hospital bed. The pure white walls of the ward looked deserted under the dim light. Only the regular "beep" sound of the ECG monitor broke the tranquility.
Her eyes were fixed on the disc on the table.
Under the background of the light, the surface of the disc seemed to beat slightly, shining with a mysterious luster, breathing brightly and darkly as if it were alive.
The light was not dazzling, but it had an irresistible attraction, like a silent tempter, quietly awakening the desire deep in her heart.
Sofia's fingers trembled slightly, her breathing gradually became rapid, and her chest seemed to be pressed by an invisible force, making it difficult for her to breathe.
The moment her fingertips touched the disc, the coldness instantly spread along her fingertips and reached her heart.
The cold sweat from her palms gradually wetted her palms. Her body was shaking slightly, and the disc was gradually absorbing her will.
"Choose..."
A low whisper seemed to come from her ears, with a strange temptation, gently teasing her nerves.
The voice seemed to come from the ancient abyss, but also seemed to be close at hand, whispering and calling, with endless promises.
Sofia subconsciously retracted her hand, but the longing voice still refused to go away:
"If you are a match, you have to light something, right?"
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These words were like an invisible shackles, tightly binding her heart.
"I am a match... burning once is enough."
Her throat was dry, and the words she once said to Xia Xiu seemed to ring in her ears again, her voice was low and firm, But at this moment, it echoes in my mind with a bit of self-deprecation.
The dim light of the disc was still flickering, and the whisper did not stop, but became more and more intense, like an unstoppable lament, echoing endlessly in her ears.
This secret key is rebellious, and Sophia must tame it with her own will.
She closed her eyes, her spiritual struggle calming down fiercely.
Countless images flashed through her mind - those infected people who fought with her, those compatriots who lost their homes, those eyes with hope, and those unyielding wills.
She finally opened her eyes, her eyes no longer the confusion and fear before, but full of complex determination.
Sofia knew she had to make a choice.
She slowly stretched out her hand and touched the disc again.
This time, the fingers no longer trembled.
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