I am my mother's master, sixty-five.

On the watchtower, the three snipers were still waiting. They hadn't fired a single shot from beginning to end, silently watching
us wipe out the guards. I looked away, rubbed my head, and fired two more shots into the head of the groaning guard beside me.
I asked Zhao Lei, "Hey, are you dead yet?" Zhao Lei replied weakly, "Almost, not dead." He stepped on the enemy's abdomen, gripped
the hilt of his sword tightly, and pulled it back three times before finally drawing it. I looked at him; the exhaustion in our eyes was undeniable. My dual pistols felt much heavier, and I
thought Zhao Lei felt the same. I sighed inwardly, my fingers trembling slightly as I pointed towards the small building, saying, "
Good, you're not dead. Let's go." Zhao Lei didn't answer. He just tore off a corner of his shirt, looked at the small building, and wiped the long sword in his hand again and again. After a
long pause, he threw the blood-stained cloth on the ground and gave a faint "hmm." Silent until the moment of truth! In the pouring rain, two figures rushed to the front door of the small building and then separated. Zhao
Lei lightly tapped the wall three times with his toes and vaulted over. I stood close to the wall, took a deep
breath , and pushed off with both feet, flying backward. In mid-air, I raised my gun and fired at the guard tower. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three shots rang out, and two snipers were killed instantly,
while one remained unharmed. I knew something was wrong. As soon as I landed, I rolled, but
I was slow. With a "bang," a burning sensation spread across my chest, and everything went black as I passed out. When I awoke, I found myself wrapped in bandages, lying on the floor of a shabby room. The rain outside
continued to pour, pattering against the window. The room was pitch black,
without . I was anxious, not knowing where I was. Suddenly, a flash of lightning
illuminated the room. Taking this opportunity, I noticed an acquaintance not far from me looking out the window. I felt relieved
, but before I could speak, my mouth filled with blood and foam, which I spat onto the ground. Hearing the noise, the man tentatively asked, "Sir?" He simultaneously broke off a piece of a blue glow stick and
shone it on me. Seeing that I was truly awake, his face lit up with joy. He immediately came over and helped me sit up, saying, "Sir!
You're awake!" I felt a tightness in my left chest, knowing my lung was injured, so I remained silent and nodded gently to him.
I dipped my hand in blood and wrote on the ground, "Where are the others?" Upon seeing the words, he trembled, his face contorted with rage. At that moment, sporadic gunshots rang out outside.
He immediately rushed to the window, anxiously looking into the distance. Unable to move, I could only lean against the wall, silently circulating
my internal energy to heal my wounds while nervously watching him. Gradually, the gunshots subsided, and his expression grew increasingly grim. "Get out of my way!!!"
With a loud shout, the gunfire outside abruptly ceased! I was pondering who
had uttered that familiar shout when the man stared blankly out the window, as if in a daze, muttering to himself, "How could this happen...
how could this happen..." Suddenly, his legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, pounding the floor with his fists and bursting into tears. I knew something terrible had happened and quickly wrote, "What's wrong?" He ignored me, continuing to cry for a while, then suddenly glanced at me silently, got up, and walked away. Sensing something was
wrong , I grabbed him as he passed by! He shook me off, breaking free. Without thinking, I clutched
my chest, stood up, and grabbed him again. This time, he didn't struggle, but turned to look at me. I glared back at him coldly, coughed several times
, spitting out blood, and said, "If you want to die, I won't stop you. But what about those who died? Weren't their
lives wasted?" Hearing this, the man's face paled. He didn't dare look at me, lowering his head inch by inch, and said, "Sir,
I'm sorry." Seeing him quiet down, I sighed, patted his shoulder forcefully, said nothing more, and turned
to walk towards the door. He followed, supporting me while anxiously saying, "Sir, you're injured
like this, you can't move!" I pushed him away, thinking that now was the time to give up this
golden opportunity, and said softly, "We've come this far, I can't stop." With that, I pushed open the door and went out. As soon as I opened the door, I knew I'd made the right bet. A smile played on my lips as I confidently directed the man to help me
to a three-meter-high alloy gate. Along the way, enemies appeared frequently, but I could anticipate them and
easily avoid them. In front of that man, I skillfully entered a 36-digit numerical password. The man froze
, speechless, and cautiously took a step back. Pretending not to notice, I took the elevator down to the second basement level with him. As
soon as the doors opened, I shot him dead. Carrying the body to the elevator entrance, I clapped my hands and stood in the center of the vast lobby.
It was empty except for two large doors, one black and one white, facing each other. I pulled out
a device from my pocket, looking at the red dot on it, and muttered to myself, "The first section of the path is complete, but the second section
isn't here… So, where is Grandpa?" Without guidance, I could only shrink the display. Fortunately, the third red dot was hidden behind the white door.
The thought that my long-lost Grandpa might be behind that door filled me with joy, and I turned to walk towards the black door. The closer I got to
the black door, the more tense I became, and my hurried, joyful steps gradually slowed. Fearing that the dream might vanish upon
waking , my heart was filled with turmoil and inner conflict. I trudged forward inch by inch on this final stretch of road. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the black door also had
the same digital combination lock. I hesitated for a moment, then entered a set of numbers. The door didn't open. Disappointed, I glanced back
at the white door and sighed, "Neither of these two sets of codes is correct. I suppose the next one will be wrong too."
However, I was prepared. I pulled out a black box, about fifteen centimeters in size, with a metal casing, a screen on one side,
and four suction cups on the other. I attached this little thing to the lock, and soon the numbers on the screen flipped, displaying over a dozen
combinations . I entered them in order from top to bottom, up to the sixth combination. With a "click," the door opened. "Yes!!!" I jumped up excitedly! Instantly, I felt my injuries had healed considerably.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I shouted joyfully, "Grandpa! It's me! Grandpa! It's me!" But no one answered; only my
shouts echoed lonely in the hall. A chill ran through me. I closed my eyes, gripped the doorknob tightly, and gritted my teeth before daring to push the door open. A pungent
smell of burning assaulted my nostrils. I covered my nose and nervously looked around, but the room was littered with charred objects ;
there was no one in sight. Panic gripped me. Could Grandpa not be here? I refused to give up and searched frantically.
Finally, amidst a pile of charcoal, I found an old man. He was emaciated, his face blackened, without a single hair or eyebrow. He
was wrapped in a few tattered, burnt rags, his eyes closed, curled up there, barely alive. I froze, thinking, "He's..."
Grandpa? He doesn't look anything like the person I met in the second part of the future. Lost in thought, the old man woke up. Startled to see me, he clutched the tattered cloth, hastily covering his head, and cried out
in terror , "Go! Go! Go!" Anxious, I grabbed the cloth and shouted, "Grandpa!
Grandpa! It's me, Fan'er! Fan'er!" The old man buried his head, avoiding my gaze, flailing his arms and making loud "ooh-ooh-ooh" noises. After a few blows
, I grew angry, grabbed his hands, and yelled, "Grandpa!!" Hearing this, the old man paused,
stealing a glance at me. Seeing me glaring at him, his eyes widened in fright. He forcefully pushed me away, screaming
"Ahhh..." and rushed out. A tightness gripped my chest; a faint red stain appeared on the gauze. I had to catch my breath before stumbling after him
. At that moment, the old man was shouting at the white door. I seized the opportunity and grabbed him from behind. He turned around,
saw it was me, and lunged to bite. I dodged, then struck him on the back of the head. "Smack!" The old man fainted. I
breathed a sigh of relief and hoisted him onto my shoulder. Only then did I realize how incredibly light he was—
just me, yet a sudden
, nagging hope lingered that he wasn't my grandfather. The thought sent a chill down my spine. I immediately raised my right hand and slapped myself hard, yelling, "You beast! How dare you have such
thoughts ! So what if he's thin and confused? If he's family, you can't abandon him!" I covered my right cheek, filled with shame, and quickly banished the despicable idea. Just then, a
kind : "Are you the children?" I quickly replied, "Yes! Yes! Long! It's me!" My face lit up with joy, thinking that I had finally accomplished
something. At that moment, I suddenly remembered that I had left the cipher machine at the black door. Just as I was about to retrieve it, I heard Long ask happily,
"It's good that you're here, it's good that you're here. Lei'er, why isn't Lei'er saying anything?" I froze, my heart turning cold. I hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, Long. Zhao Lei
isn't here... But he's alright. Please wait for me patiently for a while. After I rescue you, we
'll go see him together." After hearing this, Long sighed deeply inside the door and said, "Why did you lie to me? I imagine Lei'er's situation
must be dire. Oh well, he's destined not to die, so why should I worry? I just... I just want to see him before I die
..." After saying this, Long coughed several times, sighed again, "Lei'er...", and then fell silent. I felt guilty and called Long several times, but there was no response, and my guilt grew even stronger. So I stopped talking,
silently and gently placed the old man on the ground, and turned to leave. Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, his face
showing no trace of age or decay! He roared, his right hand in a tiger's claw front, his left hand in a crane's beak back
, lunging at me with the ferocity of a tiger and crane! Caught off guard, he seized my throat, and in an instant, my life was
in his hands.

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