Looking at this scene, it was uncontrollable, but Chen Guang's mind was flooded with the look of the little clay man-like final weapon Shisha before he died. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shaking his head, he wanted to throw the image out of his head.

But the droplet, which I don't know if it was tears or what kind of water it was, came back to the depths of his mind.

It is as if the sun is shining down, through the window of the heart, leaning on this drop of water that no longer exists, shining it crystal clear.

It floats silently in the air, but it exudes eternal loneliness and sadness.

It's like a brilliant Tiffany diamond, or a white rum from Johnnie Walker, and even if you imagine it in your heart, it seems to be intoxicating.

Chen Guang tilted his head slightly, and then looked up at the gray sky at a forty-five degree angle, and the breeze carried the scent of lavender similar to that of Provence under the Balral Mountains......

Harvest!

Collect it for me!

This guy is not at ease when he dies, and he still wants to shake my mind!

I almost got depressed!

I don't believe there are good people in the killer organization at all!

This is simply ridiculous!

Besides, what if you're a good person?

Do good people have to die?

This is my realm of punishment, all those in the broken world must die, and none of them can be left, or I will die myself!

Anyway, Wright Chen is already a big villain in the Douluo world, if you are really a good person, then I am the big villain.

The villain kills a good person, it is justified!

Big deal, I'll burn you some more paper money.

I heard that watching movies in the underworld is quite expensive, and it costs more than 60 million coins to watch 2D movies, and IMAX's 3D blockbusters cost hundreds of millions, to say the least.

Forget it, I think what to do with this, everything is empty when people die, why bother to be in a bad mood for a dead person.

If you don't die, I'll die, it's as simple as that.

It's ridiculous to say, this guy still wants to remind himself, and still expects his "protagonist" to kill the big demon hidden behind the scenes?

If it weren't for all of this, if I wasn't the Great Demon King myself, maybe I would have believed in your evil.

Wait, as if something isn't quite right.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Why do I keep thinking about a dead man?

He planned to turn around and leave, such a thing as collecting corpses to wipe his ass, as a great director, he didn't do it, and he would deal with it after Xue Lin and the others woke up.

At this moment, he saw a small leather book on the edge of Shisha's clothes on the ground, which was slowly slipping out of his pocket.

A small book?

What will be written on it?

Just look at it.

As a very curious person, when you see a flyer on the ground, you can't help but lower your head and glance at it, if it is replaced by a beautifully packaged leather book, the temptation is even more irresistible.

He twitched lightly, took the leather notebook in his hand, shook off the dust on it, and opened it.

Chen Guang was dumbfounded for a while.

It's a diary, and on the first page of the opening page is the date and date, and then the words of Shishana talking to himself.

One day twelve years ago, he wrote his first sentence.

"Today the teacher said that he wanted to teach us something new, and I wanted to learn it seriously, but why did I use a knife to wipe someone else's neck with this new thing?"

Three days later, he wrote again.

"There are so many people in the base, we can make money in whatever we do, and we can also have so many things, why do we have to kill people? The Buddhist scriptures say, all beings are equal, although I don't believe in Buddhism, but I believe that all beings are equal, no one is more noble than others, the world is so big, can't we accommodate a few more people?"

Chen Guang silently calculated the age of Shisha writing this diary in his heart, and felt extremely incredible in his heart, if he was not mistaken, he was still a six-year-old child at the time?

Think about what you can write when you're six years old.

Writing a bright moonlight before the bed can be regarded as a genius!

I'll go, if this thing doesn't live in the killer base, then it has to be a writer!

Ten days later, however, his diary was abruptly written.

"I killed someone, three. I don't want to kill them either, Assi is my friend. But I can't help it, if I don't kill them, I'll die, it was Assi who did it first, and when I wanted to discuss with them what to do, Assi suddenly grabbed me by the neck. He's no longer my friend, he's become a beast that wants to eat people, it's terrible. But I didn't expect them to be so vulnerable, I just used a little force and they all died. ”

Later, Shisha's diary writing became much less frequent, perhaps only once a year.

But almost every article begins with a similar line.

"I killed someone, x. ”

The number x in this is getting bigger and bigger, and the most time was two years ago, twenty-seven.

From time to time, there are some Shisha's self-talk interspersed.

"I want to be a good person, and if I can't do it in this life, I will live in the next life. ”

"I wanted to go outside and see if my biological parents had really abandoned me as the teachers said, maybe I was trafficked, maybe they had been looking for me. But I didn't dare to really go to them, maybe the day I did find them, it would be their death, and the killer couldn't have a family. ”

"I'm free, from today onwards, my name is Sesha and I have my own surname. ”

"I told you that I wouldn't go out and kill people! Either they sent someone to kill me, or they left me alone by the lake. ”

Chen Guang slowly closed the diary, and then shook the ash on it, and suddenly suddenly.

When the obsession that was originally doubtful in his heart and almost became a nightmare in his heart suddenly became true, he became calm.

In a sense, this Shisha is really a good person.

He had killed a lot of people, but he had no choice, and just as he had to kill him, he had to kill others.

It is the Holy Grail that persecutes himself, but it is the teacher of the broken world who persecuts Shisha.

As for those who die at his hand, they are not good.

No matter what the past and identity of those children who were adopted by the broken world as a stepping stone to cultivate genius killers are, but just like the first Axi he wrote about in the book, three to fight one, and only one side can live, Assi and the three must have thought that rushing up was a round of bo, but they were killed by real geniuses.

Strange and pitiful, Chen Guang looked at this pile of mud and sand.

He sighed in his heart, this person, even if he is as talented as him and as strong as me, to put it bluntly, he is a leaf in his life, and when he is in the world, he has more time to be involuntarily and less time to do what he wants.

Chen Guang couldn't say that he had any self-blame in his heart, and it was useless to blame himself.

Shisha killed so many others on the way to grow up, and finally died tragically in his own hands, which seems to be retribution.

Everyone just wants to live simply, the only difference is that Shisha lives a small life, and he lives a great life, that's all.

At this time, Master Guang didn't know that the moment he picked up the Shisha notebook, the drop of water that should have disappeared a long time ago suddenly fell in the sky of a certain boundary in the Holy Grail of Tongtian, and landed in an endless stretch of yellow sand.

The scorching summer sun in the sky did not evaporate the droplet, but it burrowed into the earth.

In the distance, Xue Lin gradually groaned, opened his eyes, and looked in the direction of Chen Guang in confusion, his mind seemed to be a little muddy, and he couldn't remember what was going on.

"Chen Ju, this ...... What's going on?"

Xue Lin propped herself up, tilting her head to look at the corpse of the Shattered World Killer who was sitting cross-legged in an array.

Chen Guang's heart was relieved, it was good, his memory was erased, and he didn't remember anything.

"It's nothing, you were drugged and held hostage before, and the director of this bureau personally went out to slash the gangsters, well, this operation ended successfully, and all the gangsters of the broken world were ambushed, and no one was left. ”

"Huh?"

Xue Lin's mind became even more stiff.

Chen Guang was about to say something more, but he was suddenly shocked, and in his eyes, he saw countless dense threads of faith values extending in his direction from the distant sky.

His mind sank to the Holy Grail of Babel, and on one of the platforms in the walls of Cloud City, he saw a statue of an elongated and enlarged version of the Airbus A320 about 100 feet long slowly floating up from the surface of the platform.

Although the seven platforms next to it were still empty, Chen Guang remembered that there were once seven other statues here, but they had just disappeared inexplicably.

I'll go!

The Pilot's Realm Statue, which had broken through the iron shoes and had nowhere to find before, had always been short of breath, appeared so suddenly without warning?

There was no warning at all!

(To be continued.) )