Xiang Fei glanced at Yu Mengcheng and said lightly: "You are in pain, not because you instigated, but because you were obviously able to save her at that time, but in the end you didn't save her, right?"

"You haven't really experienced that kind of frequent death experience, the whole person'......s thinking and consciousness seem to be withdrawn at once, the only thought at that time is to escape, not that I don't want to save, but I didn't have the idea of saving her at all, I just want to escape, escape far away," Yu Mengcheng explained.

"Forget it, I'm not here to ask the teacher for the crime, it's a matter for the police, I just want to take a brief look at you. Xiang Fei said.

Originally, Xiang Fei did come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, but seeing that Yu Mengcheng even committed suicide, although he was alive, he was probably no less tortured than Xiao Zi, so he didn't bother to care.

"Do you think that I won't die sooner or later, but I will die at this time, which is a bit of a suspicion of showmanship. Yu Mengcheng said.

"I didn't say that, and if I lived, I definitely didn't want to see anyone die. Xiang Fei emphasized.

"Hehe, after Xiaozi died, in the past two years, in addition to my work, I have been sorting out everyone's poems on the forum, and I have always wanted to publish them, but, maybe the level is not enough, there has been no publishing house, sometimes I feel that I am a waste, I can't do anything, and even death is not fulfilled by God. Yu Mengcheng smiled sadly and felt sorry for himself.

"No, God spared you at that time, not because he thought you were a waste, but because he felt that you had more important things to do, so you had to be kept alive. Xiang Fei said seriously.

Hearing this, Yu Mengcheng was a little puzzled and a little relieved, and his heart, which had been frozen, seemed to have been shone into a little sunshine.

"I'm not like you, I can't fight, I can't solve crimes, I can't catch bad guys, I can't seem to do anything except write some little poems. After Yu Mengcheng calmed down, he said again.

"Then you should live even more, a really good poem, not only can inspire people's hearts, but also guide people to seek truth and goodness, a good poem can definitely affect many people, even many generations. For example, "The Burrow", such as the sentence "I am born to be useful", such as Haizi's "facing the sea, spring flowers bloom", this is the charm of poetry. Xiang Fei said. 【¥... !@更好更新更快】

"Don't mention the ancients, many modern poets are determined by death, Haizi committed suicide by lying on the rails, Gu Cheng also committed suicide, the death of the poet is not death, but the transcendence ......of life," Yu Mengcheng said.

"This is the reason why you committed suicide in the first place? It's just nonsense, the reason why their deaths can be remembered is because the poems they wrote during their lifetime have the strength to be praised by others, what about you, what have you written?" Xiang Fei reprimanded.

When Yu Mengcheng heard this, he looked ashamed and embarrassed.

"You must know that the death of celebrities will cause a sensation because they have already shown their social value before they die, and ordinary people, even if they die, are just a sigh. If nothing else, if I die, to

If you don't cause any movement, you'll be much bigger than you, even if you're hanged. Xiang Fei said bluntly.

"That'...... What should I do?" asked Yu Mengcheng.

"If you work hard and write poems well, if you really like it, if you don't publish it or not, if you don't publish it, what does it matter if anyone recognizes it? Doing what you like is a kind of enjoyment. Moreover, any line, as long as the time is spent, will always produce results, I believe that one day, your poems will be scattered and amazed the world. Xiang Fei said.

After getting Xiang Fei's encouragement, Yu Mengcheng's empty eyes gradually had brilliance and charm, he looked at Xiang Fei and said seriously: "You are right, in the future, I will work hard to write poems, only ask about hard work, not about harvest." ”

"I wish you a dream come true like your name!" Xiang Fei said.

"Thank you, Brother Fei......," Yu Mengcheng said.

"I'm ...... younger than you," Xiang Fei said.

"Age doesn't matter, you can wake me up in a few words, you can be worthy of this brother, by the way, I also have a group of poetry friends. Yu Mengcheng said.

"That's good, meet friends with poetry, communicate more, and don't be too autistic. Xiang Fei said.

"No, this group of poets is actually an organized group of poets committing suicide, and the group is full of depressed poets who can't find solace in reality, so they are ready to meet and die together, using death to prove the existence of this group and their love for poetry. Yu Mengcheng said.

Xiang Fei was in a cold sweat when he heard this, and immediately asked, "This group of stupid people, why do you do this?"

"Because they feel that the real poetry is dead, then they should also be buried with it. Yu Mengcheng said.

"Just them, even if the poem is really dead, just these people who are fighting the streets, they are not qualified to accompany the funeral!" Xiang Fei said angrily.

These people, not only waste food when they live, but also bent on making trouble for society, really makes him speechless.

"Uh...... What should I do then?" asked Yu Mengcheng.

"Tell me the time and place, and I will work with the police to deal with it. Xiang Fei said.

"The time is 13:14 tomorrow afternoon, meaning a lifetime, according to the current statistics, poetry friends from all over the country, a total of 10 people, they will gather near the Tiger Cliff in Haicheng in advance, and then the group owner will charter a yacht, send everyone to the sea, fake the capsizing accident, and then everyone dies together. Yu Mengcheng said.

"Will you go?" Xiang Fei heard and hurriedly asked.

"I was going to go, but now I don't want to go, I want to write poetry well, live to be old, and write until I am old. Yu Mengcheng said firmly.

"That's pretty much it, then I'll go for you tomorrow, they shouldn't have seen you. Xiang Fei asked.

"I haven't seen it. Yu Mengcheng replied affirmatively.

"Pseudonym or Buddha?" Xiang Fei asked.

"No, I haven't used this pen name since Xiao Zi's death, and my current pen name is called Drunken Life Dream Death. Yu Mengcheng said.

"It's fitting for your current state, and besides, show me some of your most representative poems

, in case you talk to them, it won't be a goof. Xiang Fei said.

"Okay, Brother Fei, are you going to convince them on your own?" asked Yu Mengcheng.

"It depends, in short, they won't be allowed to die. Xiang Fei said.

"Then I can rest assured, they are all lost lambs who have fallen into a dead end, and I hope that after hearing your words, they will wake up and cherish life. Yu Mengcheng said.

"By the way, do they know your contact information?" Xiang Fei asked again.

"Yes, but if they ask, I'll say you're already on your way, and you're bound to get there anyway. Yu Mengcheng said.

"Okay, that's it. Xiang Fei said.

After speaking, Xiang Fei glanced at the red circle on Yu Mengcheng's neck, and said with a smile: "Take two days off and take a good rest, if the boss knows that you are this kind of man who is looking for death at every turn, it is estimated that he will fire you tomorrow." ”

"I know, thank you Brother Fei for reminding me, if you succeed in poetry in the future, you must thank you for your recreation. Yu Mengcheng said gratefully.

"Those are all afterwords, you live well, it's enough, besides, if you feel guilty, if you have time to burn some paper for Xiao Zi, you can be regarded as living and dying together." Xiang Fei reminded.

"Okay, I'll find time to do it. Yu Mengcheng promised.

Xiang Fei listened and nodded with satisfaction, he believed that with Yu Mengcheng's repentance, Xiao Zi should be able to forgive him for running away from the wilderness.

After coming out of Yu Mengcheng's house, Xiang Fei called Ma Liangcai again.

"Big brother, your recent phone calls are a bit diligent. Ma Liangcai said with a smile.

"No way, the stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility, by the way, if you know about a group suicide incident, how to deal with it?" Xiang Fei asked casually.

Ma Liangcai was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Where is it?" This is not good, we have to stop it immediately." ”

"Okay, since your consciousness is so high, then get a motorboat to ambush near Tiger Cliff tomorrow, once a boat goes to sea, you will quietly follow, how to do it, I will arrange it then." Xiang Fei said.

"Are there a lot of people, do you want to call a few more brothers?" Ma Liangcai asked uneasily.

"Then you look at it, it is human instinct to be afraid of death, and the current situation is that there are ten people who have made an appointment to commit suicide, and how many will come, and I don't count in my heart. Xiang Fei said.

"Okay, got it. Ma Liangcai said.

(End of chapter)