C46 Gene Memory

It was late at night and I was tossing and turning in my bed.

Shuyue had just picked up the call, her mother was already at the airport. Tomorrow I'll go back to school and check out and then I'll go to America and we'll meet up soon.

But when I closed my eyes, I could see what I had seen behind the door, especially the sea of fire on the shore.

Shuyue was in the next room talking on the phone, her voice was intermittent. She had been speaking English the entire time, so she couldn't hear him clearly.

What kind of agreement did Shuyue make with the rich man called Rhode?

Why did he want Shuyue to follow him?

A 100-year-old man who wants a young woman to go with him, and he has to do it voluntarily?

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became.

Shuyue seemed to have finished her call, and the next door quieted down. I got out of bed in the dark and went out barefoot.

Shuyue was a person who would use all her money to pursue a high-quality life. Her room always had a faint perfume in it, the walls on both sides were partitioned into walls, and were filled with all kinds of clothes.

Shuyue was sitting on the side of the bed in her pajamas with a picture frame in her hand.

"You must think I'm very stupid... In the end, she still found him … I can't be as strong as you... If I don't rely on his power, I won't be able to protect Woof and Lina by myself … "

After saying that, Shuyue's tears fell onto the photo frame.

Inside was a picture of the whole family I'd seen in the old house.

"Shuyue..." I pushed the door open and went in.

She didn't expect that I would come, so she quickly wiped her tears away.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"..." "I'm sorry …"

Shuyue put down that piece of family fortune:

"Nothing to be sorry for."

"..." "I owe you so much …" My eyes immediately reddened. "Can I go in your place …"

Shuyue was startled for a moment, then beckoned for me to come over, and pulled me to sit on the bedside:

"Who told you that?"

"I guessed it myself..." I wiped my eyes.

"What is she thinking?" "You are still young, and your life is still very long. When you grow up …"

Wuu..." I lay on Shuyue's lap and cried, while Shuyue lightly patted my back.

"What are you crying for? "It's not like I'm going to die …"

I feel so wronged …

Shuyue was obviously stunned for a moment:

"You're thinking too much, are you alright …" "It's not too much of a grievance …"

"Why aren't you feeling wronged!" Although others say that laughing in a BMW is better than crying in the back of a bicycle, but since that old man is already 100, how can you be careless? You are only in your thirties, and although you are old, there is still a chance for you to marry someone who has divorced … You want me to go in your place … "

The hand that was patting my back stopped.

"Say that again."

"Didn't you want to marry that old man?" I'll marry you... Even though you still have your looks … "But the old geezer likes the younger ones …"

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my neck and pulled me up from my lap.

"Who the fuck told you I was going to marry him?"

"Ah?" "Could it be that you want to be the mistress …" I opened my mouth, snot and tears streaming down my face.

Before I could finish my words, I neatly rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Shuyue sat on the bed and looked at me with disdain:

"I have something to do!" "I'll go to sleep first!"

After saying that, Shuyue put on the eyepatch and pulled the light, then turned over and went back to bed.

Am I wrong?

"Hello, hello?" I climbed out of bed and shook her arm. "He didn't want you to be a mistress, so what did he want you to do? Was she going to be his daughter? Other than this, what else would you be willing to do! "

"With your IQ, it's hard for me to explain to you." Shuyue slapped my hand away and flipped to the other side.

"Does he have a particularly ugly son who wants to force you to marry him? "It looks like something from a TV show?"

"Does he want you to do something unspeakable?"

"Hey …"

Shuyue took off the eyepatch and turned over, her fingers reaching into her ear:

"Are you done yet?" "How about you grow up to be a resident committee's auntie? Other than this job, I can't think of anything else you can do."

"..." Can I sleep with you? "

Many things have happened today, so when I think about it now, I still had lingering fears. Only by staying with Shuyue would I feel a little more at ease.

"Mm …" "Don't let your thoughts run wild, just go to sleep." Shuyue's tone eased up. She gently patted my arm.

I don't know why, but after she said that, I really stopped thinking about it and fell asleep very quickly.

I saw the ragged man kneeling at the bow again.

He repeated the words in a language I didn't understand, bowing to the shimmering light in the clouds, praying for something.

Behind him, there was a huge rumbling sound. A dazzling white light rose up from the ground, and a glowing fireball exploded in the air. In a split-second, the wind and clouds shook the earth and shook the mountains.

It was as if I saw the end of the world.

"...!" Wake up! Wake up! "

Faintly hearing Shuyue's voice, I opened my eyes.

Shuyue had already turned on the lamp. She shook my arm.

"What happened to you? Did you have a nightmare?"

"..." "Un..." I rubbed my eyes.

"What did you dream of?"

"I don't know..."

"You suddenly spoke loudly in your sleep just now, as if you had gone mad." Shuyue frowned, "Moreover, you seem to be speaking a very strange language. What exactly did you dream? "

It's so complicated, I don't know how to explain it.

Shuyue has never seen my father's notes before. If she doesn't know, I will start from 1988.

After thinking for a long time, I asked,

"..." Shuyue, did my father tell you that after being injected with God's blood, he saw a door? "

Shuyue frowned and looked at me for a long time before she nodded.

According to my father, when fusing with the blood of God, 'sacrifice' something and you will reach the 'door.' The door had been open for an unknown length of time, but in the real world it was like a few seconds.

The 'sacrifice' is' time ', and the' sacrifice 'is' blood '.

From behind the door, Dad could see the endless universe, and two planets connected to each other.

"Shuyue, what exactly is the door that daddy saw? Was it an illusion? "

"I don't think what he saw was an illusion," Shuyue shook her head. "I think that everything inside the door was real, or something that happened before — — Genetics calls it 'genetic memory'."

I rolled my eyes. "You?" Indeed? "How come my dad can recite" Ancient Chinese History "so well, why didn't I remember a dime during the exam?"

"... What does your dad like to eat? "

"Peanut, pig's feet, braised pork ribs, chestnuts and stewed chicken."

"What do you like to eat the most?"

"Peanut roasted pork feet..."

Shuyue snickered.

"You dug a hole for me to jump in, but I've been eating with my dad since I was young, how can the taste be different!?"

"Then, why have you lived with me for so many years, or have you not learned to eat chili?" Shuyue pursed her lips and said.

I don't know how to respond to that — I didn't eat spicy food since I was young, but Shuyue is extremely spicy. From the time I moved in, she spent a long time training me to eat spicy food, and it ended in failure — I couldn't eat, and I didn't like eating.

If I can have the same taste as another person for a long time, then my time with Shuyue is obviously longer than with my father.

"When the silkworm expires, it will form a cocoon, when the migratory bird flies south in autumn, when the spider is born, it will form a net. Do you remember that specimen you smashed into in the fourth grade?"

I remembered the pained expression on Shuyue's face back then, and how she didn't allow me to go to her library easily afterwards.

"— those are the royal butterflies of North America, their migrations are long and take generations to complete, no butterfly can go through a complete round trip from north to south, their parents have never met their children, and there can be no communication — if this is not genetic memory, then I can't think of any other explanation." Shuyue spread her hands.

"So you think my dad saw God's memory because he obtained God's genes?"

"To be precise, it's the memory of your father's ancestors."

"And the Gate." I said, "But what he saw was completely different from what my father saw."

I told Shuyue in detail how I recorded the memories of the 'door' in my head before jumping down from the building, and how I saw the apocalyptic scene before my eyes.

"Could it be a volcanic eruption?" I asked.

Shuyue was silent for a long time before she slowly shook her head.

"What you are seeing is not an ordinary natural disaster, but a nuclear explosion."

"The white pillar of light you see is a high-pressure shock wave produced by a nuclear explosion on the ground. The nuclear explosion point will travel at an extremely high temperature and pressure in the surrounding area to quench the heat and compress the surrounding air, causing it to rapidly expand.

"— So you saw the melting of the rock — whether it was volcanic eruptions or thunderfires, it was impossible for the rock to melt. This is a temperature that could only be achieved by nuclear explosions.

"— — The heat generated by the nuclear explosion on the ground is enough to cause the sea water in the surrounding hundreds of miles to boil, so even the fish and prawns are floating up, and people who jump into the sea are scalded to death — —"

"— the intense external radiation also produces electromagnetic pulses and radiation that make you feel like your eyes are going blind — luckily you're in a dream, otherwise your eyes would really be blind."

After listening to Shuyue's analysis, my mouth opened wide in fright. Where exactly is the place that I am looking at?

All I know is that during World War II, the United States dropped a nuclear bomb on Hiroshima.

But the man in my dream doesn't look Japanese! He certainly wasn't speaking Japanese.

Although I don't know much about other things, but I can still understand Ya Ya Die.

When the man prayed to the sky, he definitely wasn't talking about Ya Baidi.

"Where do you think he comes from?"

"I can't tell you... He's a little European, but he's not white and he's a little Indian, but he's not curly hair... "It's also a bit like Africans. Their lips are quite thick …"

"I recorded your raving." Shuyue said as she picked up the phone beside his pillow. It was a Nokia 8810, and at that time, it was not as advanced as a photographic function, but it could be recorded.

Shuyue pressed the play button, and I heard my own voice. What I shouted out, was precisely the words that the man in the dream said.