Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Eight

Theremon didn't notice anything for a long time, but he first noticed something huge and yellowish hanging in the sky above his head. It is a huge and dazzling golden sphere.The light from the sphere hit his eyes directly, and the waves of light radiated blazing heat, which couldn't make him take a second look. He crouched and huddled in a ball, head down, covering his eyes with his hands to protect himself from the scorching bright light pouring down from above his head.He wondered: what could make it hang in the sky?Why not fall? "If it falls," he thought, "it will fall on me. Where can I hide? Can I protect myself?"

He squatted in place for a long time, hardly daring to think about it.Then, he carefully opened his eyes a slit.The huge and dazzling thing still hung in the sky, motionless.It won't fall on him. Despite the heat, he began to feel a chill. A puff of dry, choking smoke hit him.Not far away, something was burning. It's the sky, he thought, the sky is on fire. The golden object is setting fire to the earth. No, no, there is another reason for the smoke.He immediately remembered that it would be great if he could eliminate the haze in his heart.The golden object didn't cause the fire, it wasn't here at all when it caught fire, it was the other objects, those cold, white objects that filled the sky, and they were the ones who let out the flames all the way...

What are they called?Stars, yes, he thought. called stars. As soon as he remembered this, he began to tremble again, an uncontrollable convulsive tremor.He remembered what it was like when the stars appeared, his brain went blank, his lungs were hard to breathe, and there was a terrible scream from the bottom of his soul. However, at this time the stars were gone.Something shiny and golden had taken its place, hanging high in the air. Something shiny and golden? Onas, that's its name, Onas Sun.The chief of the six suns, yes, Theremon smiled.Now, these things started coming to him.Onus, Onus has returned, so even though some places seem to be on fire, the earth is safe.six suns?So where are the other five?

He even remembered their names: Dovim, Trey, Patru and Tano, Sisar.Onas ranked sixth.He saw Onas, yes, right above his head, it seemed to fill half the sky.What about the rest?He swayed and stood up.I still have lingering fears about the hot golden thing on the top of my head, thinking that if I stand straight up, I will touch it and be burned to death.No, no, it's absurd to think that way, Onas has always been friendly and kind.He smiled. Look around, is there more sun up there? There was indeed one, very far away, very small, like a star that had once appeared, and like this glowing orb overhead.This one is not scary at all, it is just like a white circle dotted in the sky, which is exciting.It was small enough for him to keep in his pocket, if he could feel it.

Trey, he thought, this sun is called Trey.Well, its sister Patrou should be somewhere nearby... Yes, yes, that is, hanging in the corner of the sky to Trey's left.If this one is Trey, the other one is undoubtedly Patru. Oh, he said to himself: It doesn't matter what the name is, and it doesn't matter which one it is, it's just Trey and Patrue.The big one is Onus, and the other three suns must be somewhere else right now, because I can't see them.And my name...what's my name... Theremon. Yes, yes, my name is Theremon. However, there is still a number. He stood there frowning, thinking hard about the code name he was familiar with in his life. What is it?what is it

762. Yes, I am Serimon 762. Then another, more complex thought slipped into his mind: I am Theremon 762 from the Chronicle of Salo. While still a mystery to him, it certainly made him feel a lot better. Salo city? The Chronicle? He almost knew what the words meant.He repeated the word monotonously to himself, Salo... Salo... Salo... City... City... City... Chronicle... Chronicle... Chronicle... Salo City Chronicle . Maybe I can walk around a bit, he thought.He hesitated to take a step forward, another step, another step, his legs trembled a little.He looked around and realized he was on a hillside somewhere in the country.He saw a road, bushes, woods and a small lake not far to the left.Some of the shrubs and trees seemed to have grown to maturity, some of their leaves were broken off, some were hanging in disorder, and others had fallen to the ground under the trees, as if giants had recently trampled the country.

Behind him was a domed building with smoke rising from its chimneys.The skin of the building was charred and blackened as if it had been burned by fire, although the outer stone walls appeared to be sufficiently resistant to fire.On the stairs of the building, he saw several people sprawled and lying on them like discarded dolls.Others lay in the bushes, others on the path leading downhill, some squirming feebly, most motionless. Looking in another direction, he saw the city's steeple on the horizon.Thick smoke hung over the city.He squinted his eyes, imagining flames blazing from the windows of the tall buildings he could see.However, the reason in his heart told him that he could not see so clearly at such a distance, because the city was miles away.

He suddenly remembered: Salo City is the place where "The Chronicle" was published, and it is also where I work and live.I'm Serimon, yes, I'm Serimon 762 from the Chronicle in Salo City.Like some wounded animal, trying to free himself from the fog and numbness of his body, he shook his head slowly from side to side.Not being able to think normally, not being able to search freely in one's memory, can really drive a person crazy.The light of the stars was like a wall across his mind, separating him from his own memory. Then a room appeared in his mind, his room, filled with newspapers, magazines, a pair of computer cable connectors, and a box of letters that hadn't been answered in time.There was a bed in another room, and the kitchenette, which he never used.He remembered that this was the apartment of Serimon 762, the most famous columnist of the Chronicle in Salo City.Ladies and gentlemen, Theremon himself is not at home.Now, Thelimon is standing outside the ruins of the University of Salo Observatory, trying to figure out...

ruins…… University of Salo Observatory... "Sifna?" he called. "Sifna, where are you?" No one answered.He wanted to find out who Schelling was.Perhaps, he must have known this man before the building collapsed into ruins.The name leaped from the depths of his bewildered mind. He staggered forward a few steps, and there was a person lying in the bushes not far below the hill, and Serimon walked towards him.His eyes were closed, and he held a charred torch in his hand.His robe has been torn. Fell asleep?Or is it dead?Carefully he poked him with his foot, and it was indeed dead.It's strange that there are dead people lying around here.You don't usually see dead people lying around like this, do you?Over there, an overturned car looked unrecognizable, the chassis of the car turned sadly towards the sky, and wisps of smoke slowly emerged from the inside of the car.

"Sherin"?he shouted again. Something terrible must have happened, and though it was almost impossible for anything else to happen, he knew that.He curled up again, pressing his head with both hands.The throbbing bits and pieces of memory in my head were now moving slowly, not in a frantic dance, but floating majestically on the surface like drift ice on the southern seas.It would be nice to be able to piece them together...and make them into interesting patterns... He thought again of what he had been unable to put back together.His name, the name of the city, the names of the six suns, and the newspaper and his apartment.

last night…… Star…… Sifna... Binet... Sherin... Arthur... a string of names... Suddenly, it became clear in his heart. Memories from his past began to string together piece by piece, all worthless because each set of memories was itself incomplete and he couldn't line them up coherently.The harder he tried to do it, the more confused he became, and he realized that he stopped forcing himself to think about it. Relax, Theremon told himself, let it be.He realized that his heart had been greatly traumatized. Although there were no scars and no bruises on the back of his head, he knew that he must have been injured to some extent. All his memories were like a sharp sword of revenge. , chopped into tens of thousands of pieces, it is puzzling.Moments passed, and he seemed to be recovering. Gradually, his mind began to clear up, and he began to remember that he was Serimon 762 of the "Chronicle" in Salo. Calm down, wait, and let things take their course. He took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly.Again inhale, hold, exhale; inhale, hold, exhale. The interior of the observatory appeared in his mind.At this point, think of it!It was night, and only the little red sun hung in the sky... called Dovim.The tall woman, whose name was Sifna; and the fat man, Schelling, and the lanky young man, Benny; The old man, he is a famous astronomer, he is the head of the observatory... His name is Esther?Uther?It's Arthur, yes it's Arthur. A solar eclipse is approaching, and everything will be shrouded in darkness.And stars. Oh, yes, yes.Now it all emerges!He finally recovered his memory.It was a mob, led by black-robed lunatics, gathered outside the observatory.They are worshipers of the Flames, as they are called.One of them was a lunatic in the observatory, his name was Freemont, Freemont 66. He remembered! I fully remember it now.Suddenly night fell, and the whole world fell into cavernous darkness. The stars present... Madness...screams...the mob... The memory frightened Theremon.The frantic, terrified crowd from Salo broke down the heavy doors and burst into the observatory.They rushed in to destroy the damned scientific instruments and the blasphemous scientists who denied the existence of God, and they inevitably stepped on each other's bodies in the process. Now all the memories came back, but he would rather lose them forever than think of them again.As soon as he saw the light of the stars, he couldn't help but tremble... The great pain in his head and the wonderful sense of terror---- flooded into his field of vision.The mob appeared...a frenzy...they struggled to escape...Sifna was close to him, Beanie followed, and then the mob, like a tidal wave, came upon them, tearing them apart, pushing in a different direction... The last scene of seeing old Arthur came back to his mind: his bright eyes, glazed with the frenzy of madness.He poised himself on a chair, as if he were not just the head of the observatory, but the king.He furiously ordered the intruders to get out of his building.Beanie was standing beside him, grabbing his arm and urging him to run away.At this point the scene disappears.He was no longer in the great room, and Thelimon saw himself being thronged down the corridor and crawling towards the stairwell, looking for Sifna and anyone he knew... Flemish 66, a fanatical believer, suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way in the chaos.He laughed, held out a hand to him in a false mocking gesture, and then Freemont disappeared from sight.Theremon pushed forward frantically, stumbling along the spiral staircase, crawling downstairs on top of the crowds pouring in from the city.These people were crowded tightly on the floor, unable to move.When he went out, he was bald and shivering in the cold night wind.At this time, the night is no longer dark, and the thousands of merciless stars covering the sky are emitting a nasty and terrible cold light, illuminating everything. It was almost impossible to avoid them, and even with closed eyes one could see their ghastly light.Mere darkness is nothing compared to the pressure of light in the firmament.But such a light would thunder in the sky like thunder. Theremon remembered how he had felt as if the sky and the stars and all were falling down on him.He knelt down and covered his head with his hands, though he knew it was futile.He remembered too, people shoving left and right, screaming and crying, all around.The flames of the burning city leaped high on the horizon, and more than that, As fate would have it, from the skies, from the relentless stars that invaded the world, terror continued to descend. That's all I can remember, everything that happened after that is blank, completely blank.Until he regained consciousness and looked up at Onas in the sky again, the fragments in his brain began to reassemble. I'm Theremon 762, he told himself again.I used to live in Grand Salo and write columns for newspapers. No more Salo, no more newspapers. The world has come to an end.While he is still alive, he hopes to return to normal (sanity). Now how to do?Where to go? "Sifna!" he called. No one answered.He began to drag his feet, walking down the hill again, past the broken trees, past the burnt and overturned cars, past the bodies lying here and there.If this was the case in the country, he thought, what would it be like in the city? God, he thought again. Almighty God!What evil did you do?