Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1370: Boundless Sky

When the message was transmitted, Han Suiping felt a flash before his eyes. Before he could even look up, the darkness was instantly swept away by the daylight pouring down from head to toe. He instinctively squinted his eyes, scrambled to get up, and asked, "Who\'s there?"

He Huan stood with one hand supporting the well board and the other hand in his pocket, standing in the dark blue light pouring down, looking at him askew.

Han Suiping slowly stood up and looked around. For the first time, he noticed that today, the sky was densely covered with dark clouds, lowering the canopy like an impending storm.

After standing up, his upper body was exposed outside the well. Over the past few days, Han Suiping had been curled up in the underground well only about a meter deep, unable to see any light in the darkness. It wasn\'t until this moment that he realized his whole body was sore and uncomfortable.

"Has the signal been sent out?" He Hao asked as if they were still comrades in the same team.

Just as Han Suiping was about to reply, recalling the past few minutes, he couldn\'t help but breathe lightly and nodded.

He Huan sighed, turned his head, and looked around. "It really went out..." He closed his eyes and smiled, his voice a bit hoarse, so soft that it was hard to tell his mood. "I\'m sorry, I was the one who misjudged ah."

Han Suiping didn\'t say a word in response. He instinctively realized that He Huan\'s apology wasn\'t meant for him.

He repeatedly rehearsed how he could break out of the underground well. However, He Huan\'s combat experience was much richer than his, and the opponent had already occupied the most advantageous position, blocking all the breakthroughs he could think of.

He Huan seemed to realize this, too.

"Oh, I\'ve gotten used to it." He pushed open the well\'s cover, letting it fall backward, and took a few steps back, making way for Han Suiping. "Come out."

Although Han Suiping hesitated with some caution, he still crawled out. This was the courtyard where he and Lin Sanjiu had visited one late night to search for the underground fiber optic exchange station. The position of the well was behind the office building. During office hours over the past few days, people came and went, but no one ever thought to open the well\'s cover and take a look.

"Hidden in their own backyard." He Huan smiled faintly and said, "No wonder they couldn\'t find you no matter how they searched these days."

"But you still found me." Han Suiping tried to suppress his pounding heart and say calmly, "The distress signal has been sent out. Even if you capture me now, it won\'t change what will happen in the future. And, I won\'t just surrender—"

He Huan waved his hand to interrupt him as if he had just woken up and was too lazy to listen.

"I don\'t intend to take you away," he said, stopping momentarily and seeming lost in thought.

Han Suiping tightened his lips and waited for a while. Seeing He Huan staring blankly into the distance without speaking, he asked, "What do you want?"

He Huan then came back to his senses. "Oh," he shook his head. "I don\'t want anything... You can go."

Perhaps seeing Han Suiping still on guard and motionless, he smiled again. "If you don\'t leave, then I\'ll leave."

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With both hands in his pockets and his back facing Han Suiping, he walked away, seemingly unaware of the risk of being attacked from behind. Han Suiping stared at him blankly, and he never turned back, gradually disappearing from sight step by step.

***

\'What floated to the surface of my mind was not regret for betting on the wrong thing.\'

He Huan walked forward slowly, unable to remember the last time he felt so relaxed. The thick fog that had enveloped his vision had dissipated, leaving him with only one clear option—after all, Han Suiping was not the only one who could hold back his last move.

Speaking of last moves, he had one too.

At the end of the corridor ahead, there was a flash of light on the wall; as He Huan approached, he saw a full-length mirror affixed there, probably for the convenience of the employees to tidy up their appearance when coming to work. He stopped before the mirror, paused, and looked at himself.

His skin was smooth and clean, and his features relaxed. His eyes, nose, and lips always carried a faint blush, like a hint of peach blossom, making anyone who looked at him feel like he was a man with delicate feminine features. However, when He Huan stared at himself for a long time, allowing his face, body, and hair to gradually change, others would find that his other gender identity was quite the opposite—now the reflection in the mirror showed a woman with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, exuding a heroic aura.

Except for the clothes that couldn\'t be changed, in a few seconds, He Huan completely transformed into another person.

In this world, no one knew that he could also transform into another identity, becoming a woman named Anku.

He had completely cut off his two identities; even since he came to this world, he has only transformed into Anku once —— that was when Lin Sanjiu rushed out of the factory to find He Huan. He knew he wouldn\'t have time to escape. On that day, he had just completed his transformation, adding a coat, and happened to bump into Lin Sanjiu; fortunately, the latter didn\'t suspect anything, and until now, she seemed to have not connected him with Anku.

He had long thought that when He Huan walked into a dead end, he could still live on as Anku—or rather, leave this world as Anku. After all, based on his understanding of Lin Sanjiu, she probably wouldn\'t refuse help from a posthuman stranger at the critical moment of escape.

So, there was no room for regret because he had a remedy for regret.

But He Huan reached out and grabbed the wall, feeling a bit breathless.

What floated up in his mind was not regret but a faint, indescribable feeling. If he hadn\'t killed Guan Hailian, fought like Wan Qingge, and stood with Lin Sanjiu on the pier, he would be full of hope at this moment. He would know he had companions behind him, and his thin life had weight because it was connected to others by sharing breath and fate.

However, he was afriad that he would probably never know what kind of feeling that was in his lifetime.

After stabilizing his breathing, He Huan reverted to his male identity. He went to change his clothes first, changing his jacket to a T-shirt and his pants to loose, high-waisted jeans. Tucking the T-shirt into his pants would give him Anku\'s feminine attire while letting the clothes hang loose would give him He Huan\'s male attire.

When he returned to Copper Harbor Pier, there was silence between heaven and earth.

The gunfire ceased, and the armored vehicles and tanks realigned their formations. Even the light armored vehicles weighed tens of tons, and Lin Sanjiu\'s gust of wind couldn\'t destroy their formation; however, the other facilities, buildings, and people on the pier had become a scene of devastation. Scattered fires, the pervasive smell of blood that covered the ground, thick smoke blackening the sky, and transport vehicles carrying wounded retreating—everything in sight was desolate and indifferent.