Running all the way, Wu Xiaowu's balance in his heart to measure who is sorry for who disappeared, and the scenes of Sun Zhi and Deng Fei'er were also shattered, replaced by his longing for Deng Fei'er to change his mind since he entered the school, and his wish to see her for the last time at this moment.

After the summer event, he hated her and pitied her, and he hated himself and pitied himself.

Growing up in a special family background, he knows that in this world, the most unbearable temptation is human nature, no matter how impregnable the shell is, there will always be people with sharp eyes, who can find an incision, put the hand smeared with honey into it, and tightly grasp the soul of the other party who needs it.

Sun Zhi's hand into Deng Fei'er's soul is currency. Although their first "exchange" was simply because she wanted a new mobile phone, in the jokes between Sun Zhi and several riffraff, Deng Feier was described as a "salesperson".

If you really want to blame, then the even more hateful person is Sun Zhi, who used money as bait to test Deng Fei'er! To this day, his hatred for Sun Zhi has reached the extreme.

There was also an idea, like an awl piercing his heart - it was a sense of guilt, and he vaguely felt that he had chosen the fate of being alone and old, which indirectly led to Dunfeier's death. Before the B&B incident, he almost regarded Deng Feier as the only relative from then on.

Resentment. Unwilling. Heartache. Anxious.

Uncle Tang saw Wu Xiaowu who was drenched on his chest and back, and he had never seen this kid so flustered.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Tang frowned, as if he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, and let Wu Xiaowu go inside.

"Something happened to Fei'er, her relative said to me in person just now, Uncle Tang, I beg you, help find her soul, I want to see her! Please!" Wu Xiaowu was humble and earnest, and his eyes were red again.

Uncle Tang pondered for a moment, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the OLO app, "Do you have a photo of her?"

Wu Xiaowu knew that Uncle Tang was willing to help, and immediately flipped out his mobile phone, and clicked on the encrypted photo album that had been flipped countless times with trembling hands. He sent Uncle Tang a photo of Deng Fei'er's face. Uncle Tang asked the specific location again, and Wu Xiaowu called Deng Fei'er's best friend directly.

The other party said that Deng Feier died in front of the music building of their school, and the preliminary judgment was that it may have been a suicide, and it was not ruled out that he was killed, and the police were already investigating. Wu Xiaowu didn't care about polite greetings, and said that he would thank her afterwards and hung up the phone and relayed it to Uncle Tang.

After Uncle Tang copied the photo, he clicked on someone in a list, sent the photo to the other party, and told the person the relevant details by voice, so that he must find Deng Fei'er's soul. Wu Xiaowu's mind was a mess, and he didn't know why Deng Fei'er committed suicide, or if he offended someone and caused him to be killed.

"It's done, if nothing else, there will be a letter tonight. Whether it is suicide or homicide, after death, they are all souls of resentment, and the treatment of these dead souls by the Spirit Department is equivalent to giving them a long vacation, and when they have the opportunity to settle their personal grievances and turn into resting souls, they will be recovered. She walked away like this, ignorant of the truth of the spirit world, and did not remember what she had experienced a long time ago, and it was at a loss. ”

Wu Xiaowu knew in his heart that the soul of resentment was not like the soul of rest, which would remember the past of being "recycled", but was blinded by resentment and obsession, and lived in an extremely painful situation. He couldn't imagine what kind of pain it was, only a heart full of pity.

"You go back first, I'll tell you in time when I get the letter. Everyone has a life, and the festival mourns and changes. Uncle Tang sighed.

Wu Xiaowu nodded, his throat was choked with pain, "Thank you, uncle......" forcibly held back his tears, and didn't go upstairs after coming out, and went directly to the Rongyuan apartment.

Hou Yidun was still happily waiting for him to eat together, and he sent a few WeChat messages but didn't reply, thinking that he might be busy with something. At this time, I saw the depressed Wu Xiaowu coming in, and he was like the one who was alive and well in the morning.

Wu Xiaowu sat on the sofa, Hou Yidun asked twice, his nose was sore, and then he whimpered and cried until he couldn't cry.

Hou Yidun learned of Deng Fei'er's death from his intermittent language. As a shy boy who once only had a crush on someone else, Hou Yidun couldn't understand why the young love in high school could make a young man like this.

In fact, he doesn't understand that love is like the jackpot in the lottery, some people spend their whole lives just completing the act of buying lottery tickets, with the beautiful expectation of that ecstasy, and there are very few people who actually get a big prize, and even only exist in legends.

The more you grow up, the more you buy the love lottery ticket and the more utilitarian your attitude towards the lottery is. The fantasy after obtaining it has changed from the initial travel around the world to the later investment and financial management - with deep affection, the most juvenile.

It is true that Hou Yidun cares about Wu Xiaowu, but it is also true that he is hungry. When Wu Xiaowu calmed down and entered the bedroom, he casually took two mouthfuls and left, and went to Wu Xiaowu's counselor to ask for leave by the way.

Wu Xiaowu looked up all the information about the dead soul in front of the stargazing platform. Even though the truth of the spirit world was already known, he had never prayed so devoutly. He prayed that perhaps in an unknown place, the "designers" who were watching all this happen would be able to find Dunfeier's soul.

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At this moment, Uncle Tang was on the third floor of the apartment, and he did not enter the room of the "mysterious old man", but only sat outside. First click on the OLO app, launch one of the function icons, and then use the bounder to make a space-time ball, and recite the password to stabilize it on the mobile phone interface.

When he touched the space-time sphere with his fingers and recited another set of passwords, no one saw Uncle Tang at this time, as if he had a translucent strange appearance: there was also a scepter in his inner body, which was glowing in his upper body!

This scepter was several times larger than the one he had given to Wu Xiaowu and Hou Yidun, and the mark above the scepter that was composed of an ellipse and a total of six rays on the left and right occupied almost his entire cranial cavity.

The cross line below the elliptical ray symbol was shoulder-width apart, and the longitudinal handle of the scepter followed the direction of the esophagus, reaching the position of his navel. This is not a soul scepter, but his own—the scepter of consciousness.

Uncle Tang's consciousness projection enters the space-time ball, and the space-time ball has been combined with the tools of a similar scene game in the OLO application, and the two echo and work - what appears in the space-time sphere is a very modern office room under the vast dome starry sky and on the boundless transparent ground!

Uncle Tang, like the soul envoys, has his own "mobile office", but the soul envoys live in the spirit boat, and the spirit boat shuttles through the Xuanxian space, while Uncle Tang's office can be carried around and used in any place where no one disturbs.

This is also the true meaning of this sentence when he told Wu Xiaowu that the Rongyuan apartment was his office. Here, he can use his consciousness projection body to enter the virtual space formed by the space-time sphere and the OLO application, and complete a series of plans, arrangements, and top-secret work......