At ten o'clock in the morning, Yu Sheng was already sitting on the train to the seventh arrondissement. He looked around and smiled helplessly at the sight of the wanderers in the same carriage who looked different from each other but pretended to be strangers.

Before setting off in the morning, there was a brief but heated discussion among the wanderers, mainly about how exactly they should get to the seventh arrondissement this time.

Ever since he got on the van, which was almost falling apart, the blacksmith couldn't put it down. He finally no longer hides in the house forever to play fighting games or watch anime, and on weekdays, when the weather is fine, he will occasionally come out to clean and maintain his car, and that careful look is more like loving his lover.

The car is a man's second wife, and this is true.

"If I wasn't a god, I would be a good racer by now. More than once in my life, I heard the blacksmith crouching alone beside the car muttering and then pulling out a pebble stuck in a tire.

So this time the incident happened in the seventh arrondissement, and the blacksmith was certainly not willing to give up such a good opportunity to drive himself and feel the comfort of speed.

But he is the only one in the wanderer who has this beautiful vision, but everyone else is adamantly against it, including Yu Shengsheng himself.

In particular, the wanderers thought that compared to the last time in the city in the forest, the distance between the city of the seventh district and them was more than double. If you really get into the blacksmith's car, the group is afraid that they will be turned into fools halfway, and after getting off the car, they can raise their hands and surrender without fighting in the face of the Jinshen Army.

The blacksmith is annoyed that his friends have rejected his offer, and regrets that they don't trust his skills. But no matter what the blacksmith said, in the end, his arm couldn't twist his thigh. After Ding Qing made the final decision, the blacksmith finally reluctantly put down the car keys, and followed everyone to buy tickets and get on the train honestly.

It was the first time he had taken a train in the nearly three months since he joined the Wanderers, and the last time he had traveled to the Sixth Arrondissement.

It was on that train that he met the wanderer for the first time in his life, met the Near-God Army, knew the unknown side of this world, and then stepped into it, and the trajectory of his life changed, and finally he came to the present step by step.

The chances of life are really magical, and I think for the rest of my life.

Listening to the sound of the train and feeling the rhythmic vibrations beneath him, the rest of his life recalls the first time he saw the wanderers that day.

He remembered the amazing punch that Tang Tang had turned into a tyrant, the arrogant dancing flames that were shrouded in flames all over his body, the sheath of Shiro's long black knife, and ...... A flower fairy standing atop a vine dragon and parallel to a train.

Thinking of the picture of the vine dragon flying sand and rocks in the Gobi Desert, Yu Sheng peeked at Ding Qing, who was sitting not far in front of him.

From the perspective of the rest of his life, you can see the small half of the side face, Ding Qing is closing her eyes and recuperating, her expression is calm, only her long eyelashes are trembling slightly.

What kind of parents can give birth to such a daughter, Yu Sheng thought to himself. No matter how you look at it, the flower fairy is breathtakingly beautiful.

"What are you thinking?" left and right, who was sitting next to Yu Sheng, suddenly leaned over curiously and asked him in a low voice.

"No, I didn't think about anything," Yu Sheng retracted his gaze and said a little unnaturally, "just in a daze." ”

There was a sound left and right, as if to believe it or not, and after a while, a sentence suddenly popped up: "You were reminiscing about your past life just now, right?"

"What?" Yu Sheng didn't react for a while when he heard this thoughtless sentence.

"Your past life was just ......" tilted his head left and right and thought, "It's the life of a normal person, you must miss it very much." ”

Do you miss it? Yu Sheng smiled silently, "It's okay, sometimes I do think about it." ”

"What was your life like in the past?" asked left and right, curious.

"Past life...... "Yu Sheng's mouth slowly repeated, he thought about it, and finally found that his past life was so ordinary that there was nothing to say, "Go to and from work on time every day, eat and sleep, that's all." ”

"And then?" waited left and right for a while, and found that Yu Sheng didn't mean to speak again, so he asked.

"And then there won't be," Yu Sheng spread his hands and smiled, "what do you think the life of ordinary people will be like?"

"At work, friends party, in love," he raised his eyebrows left and right, "haven't you been in love?"

Of course he talked about it, but in the end it didn't end well.

For the rest of my life, I was thinking of the image of the woman sitting in someone else's car without stopping, shaking her head, "I talked about it, I broke up." ”

"That's boring. He muttered to himself.

Yu Sheng glanced left and right, "Ordinary people's lives are like this, haven't you experienced the days of going to school every day?"

"I haven't been to school in years. Left and right said lightly.

Yu Sheng looked to the left and right and noticed that he looked calm, as if he didn't care about this, but was just recounting a fact.

The rest of his life only remembered that he had talked about his past, and he usually only knew the left and right as a wanderer, but for the other side of the boy, for the left and right of the bright side of this world, Yu Sheng and the boy were actually still strangers.

Where does he usually live, what do he do, what hobbies do he have, what friends does he have, and does his family know what he is capable of as a god?

What friends should know about each other, the rest of their lives will not know.

Not only the left and right, but also other people, the rest of his life only knew that they were powerful and even the empire was terrified, but he kept ignoring that there was another side to them, and everything they experienced and loved was unknown to the rest of his life.

Maybe except for the blacksmith, the rest of his life thinks that Lao Yuan probably really likes fighting games.

Left and right were silent and stopped talking, and the eyes of the rest of his life fell back on Ding Qing, and the sunlight sprinkled on half of Ding Qing's body through the car window, gilding her with a layer of gold, like a goddess statue.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but recall the first time the two met, when it was also in the train car, Ding Qing broke in through the window and pressed him under him.

"You're peeking at Sister Qing again. The left and right sneakily came over, laughing maliciously, his voice was not loud or small, so frightened that Yu Sheng raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"Be quiet. Yu Sheng peeked at Ding Qing, but fortunately, she didn't seem to hear the words left and right.

Left and right, uh-huh, and finally quieted down.

"I put down my hand, don't talk nonsense, I don't want to die if you want to, I nodded when I understood. Yu Sheng threatened.

Left and right nodded innocently in agreement, whining.

Yu Sheng let go of the left and right, snorted, and suddenly said after a while: "Don't think I don't know, you like Tang Tang." ”

One person and one knife, this time it was the turn of the panicked person, he pounced and tried to block the mouth of the rest of his life, but unfortunately the person was short and short-handed, and he was easily dodged by the rest of his life.

"Don't talk nonsense, who would like that wild ......" raised his eyes left and right to look at Tang Tang at the front of the carriage, and continued in a low voice, "...... The barbarian. ”

Tang Tang, who hadn't been seen for a long time, was brought by the left and right before leaving, and the left and right obviously knew that Tang Tang was the other side of the wanderer, how the two of them looked like young boys and girls in early love.

"Huh. "The rest of my life snorted, full of disbelief.

The left and right faces turned red, like crabs on the table.

Yu Sheng laughed in his heart, no longer teasing him, his eyes fell on Ding Qing for the third time, this time, Ding Qing seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned his head to look back.

Yu Sheng couldn't dodge, and collided with Ding Qing's gaze, he could only show an embarrassed smile, looking silly.

Ding Qing turned her head expressionlessly, and suddenly chuckled.

He hadn't seen this smile for the rest of his life, he had lowered his head, and his face was flushed and left and right.

Yu Sheng coughed dryly, pretending to close his eyes and recuperate, and began to recall the information about the target this time in his mind, trying to drive the embarrassment out of his brain just now.

Fang Zhenge.

The first time I saw this name for the rest of my life, I already remembered it deeply.

Wait for the day. The name Fang Zhuge is full of the solemn aura of the battlefield, and he is indeed from war.

Fang Zhenge once fought with the Empire for many years as a rebel army, until the Imperial Army General Shinra quelled the war, and the old emperor of the empire ordered a pardon for everyone who participated in the war, and the rebel army was disbanded as a citizen.

Twenty-seven years ago, Fang Zhuge, who was in the prime of life, was the leader of a certain squad of the rebel army, and he always charged forward when he led his subordinates to kill the enemy. But when the rebels disbanded and Fang returned to this orderly society, all the skills he had learned on the battlefield suddenly became useless.

You don't need to kill people when you talk to clients, and you don't need knives and guns when you make forms. Fang Zhuge was often awakened in the middle of the night by the roars and gunfire in his dreams, and when he woke up, he thought he was still on the battlefield, and regarded the soft mattress under him as a wriggling bare intestine.

Fang Zhenge is unemployed, looking for a job, unemployed, and looking for a job again. His life is reincarnated like this, not to mention marrying a wife and having children, even having a stable residence is a luxury.

Five years ago, Fang Zhenge adopted a four-year-old boy who was abandoned on the street, and the two of them have been dependent on each other since a month ago.

A month ago, the boy began to experience physical discomfort, first visual ghosting, then tinnitus, vomiting and diarrhea, and finally difficulty breathing and heart failure.

In the twenty-three days from the boy's physical problems to his final death, Fang Zhuge begged all the people he could ask for, and knelt down to all the gods he knew and did not know.

No hospital was willing to accept the patient, because Fang Zhuge obviously did not have the ability to pay the medical bills, and the boy did not have legal adoption procedures, coupled with his former status as a rebel, the community police began to trouble him.

Fang Zhuge and the boy were chased around like dogs, until one rainy night, the boy completely lost his life in the cold rain beating.

In the next few days, Fang Zhuge was like evaporating from the world, I don't know which inconspicuous shadow of the city he disappeared into, and in fact, no one cared. By the time he reappeared, it had been two days earlier. And as soon as he appeared, he killed eight people.

With the ability of most of the people who are gods except for the rest of their lives, killing people is naturally a very easy thing to do. But the gods are also human beings, and it is still difficult to imagine for the rest of their lives that there will be people who attack ordinary people for no reason, not to mention that the murderer is still an old man who is nearly seventy years old.

Then there is another question, only two days before the murder, how did Mr. Jing determine that it was Fang Zhuge who killed the murderer, and Fang Zhenge was also a god.

The rest of his life's attention drifted elsewhere, and he began to guess what Mr. Mirror looked like and who he was behind the mask. Although the shopkeeper and blacksmith did not say it explicitly, it was clear that Mr. Kagami was one of the main sources of information for the wanderer.

The rest of his life can't help but guess that if he can get first-hand information and materials, Mr. Mirror will most likely be a person within the empire.

The police, the military, could it be the Near-God Army, and if so, why did Mr. Mirror come to help the wanderer? The rest of his life was thinking nonsense in his head, and gradually fell asleep.