Mito Hayato looked at Heimasai lying on the ground like a dog, and at this time he only needed a light kick to kick Heimasao away.

However, he is an elegant and easy-going priest, how can he attack ordinary people.

"You kill me, you kill me."

"So many people have died because of me, aren't you the transcendent who destroys evil? Hurry up and kill me! ”

"Kill me so you can have a good conscience, huh?!"

………………

Five minutes later, Mito and the two got into a taxi, and Chinatsu easily threw Iwasita into the front seat.

It's just that when he sat in the car with a quick stab, the chassis of the taxi creaked down a few points.

Absolutely horrible weight, this dubious baseball bat is not made of aluminum!

"Just put that old man in the house?"

"Well, he has nothing to do with us." Mito Hayato closed his eyes, "We are only responsible for the task of removing spirits, and his sins have nothing to do with us. ”

It's not because it's not related, but under the law, Mito Hayato doesn't have the power to judge Heimasei's life and death.

After all, unlike Zebra Finance, Ping Zhensheng is also a supervisor in the TV station, and he has a certain social status, and if he kills it, he will cause trouble.

Publicly known figures.

Besides, the old man probably didn't have long to live, and Mito Hayato closed his eyes and felt the great fatigue coming from his body.

Central District.

Stumbling, Ping Zhensheng staggered home with the videotape.

His already aging face was now even grayer, as if he would die in the next second, and the meaning of life was completely deprived after the videotape was destroyed.

Ping Zhensheng sat alone on the sofa in the house, his feet were full of gasoline, and the pungent smell made people feel ominous when they smelled it.

The wife seems to have gone to her son's house today, and she wants to say goodbye to her sister Lika right away?

As for whether she will go home tonight, Ping Zhensheng doesn't know.

He held the tape, which had lost his supernatural powers, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"A little irritable."

He said with a smile and pulled a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket.

"Smack."

The cigarette is lit, and the curling smoke rises.

He was a non-smoker in college and only started smoking due to stress after graduating and becoming an overseer.

Thinking back on his life, it is really lackluster, and Ping Zhensheng also has to know that the young man took Yunzhi, and he was the first in the world.

It seems that from my teens to a year or two after graduating from college, I still maintained such a naïve attitude of blind confidence in myself.

He is unwilling to be resigned to the rubble, but he also does not dare to work hard to carve himself, for fear that he is not a pearl.

But the passage of time tells Ping Zhensheng that it has always been just his cowardly fear of exposing his lack of talent, and his laziness of disgust to study hard, and these are all he has.

"At least the first half of my life was good."

I met my first love in college.,Imagine the future with my first love.,Fall in love with the emerging art of photography.,And the father of the first love Asako happened to be in a high-ranking position in the TV company.,I naturally entered it.。

It's just that his talent is too poor, and he has lived up to everyone's expectations again and again.

Maybe in the eyes of others, he is going through the back door, but Ping Zhensheng doesn't think so, he and Asako are true love.

But at what point did Asako die?

Was it the third time that I failed in my work, causing me to sink here? Or is it a drastic change in his own mentality after sinking, and he is disheartened? Or maybe after years of life, I still fantasize about boring things.

All of this made Asako consume in disappointment, and finally died in the exhaustion.

"But anyway, Asako is dead."

Ping Zhensheng bent down and plucked the cigarette butt into the gasoline.

The flames are like ink smudged in water, rumbling and spreading in circles!

The flames are struggling, the flames are growing and wandering, Ping Zhensheng is gazing calmly, and Ping Zhensheng feels that everything around him has become barren.

He clutched the tape tightly, feeling the warmth he once had in the cold of winter.

"Asako."

The flames climbed up Ping Zhensheng's eyeballs, but his broken eyeballs seemed to see the college campus decades ago.

I saw myself who was looking forward to the future when I was filming the movie.

The campus is in black and white tones, and the flames burn off the black and white, washing out colorful colors!

Asako sat across from him, the university library, and the two were talking about some sad things about life and study.

"Zhensheng, did you have a nightmare, why are you sweating profusely."

The young Ping Zhensheng supported his head with the palm of his hand, nodded and smiled bitterly: "I had a long nightmare. ”

"Can you tell me what the nightmare was?"

"You want to hear it? It's not such a beautiful dream. ”

"I want to hear it."

"I dreamed that after graduating from college, I became the supervisor of a television station, and I dreamed of my life in the next few decades, and I still seemed to be doing nothing, and I still had you in my dreams."

"Me? What kind of me is that? ”

"In the dream, we became husband and wife, and we walked together all the time."

"That's a great future."

"Hmm."

Flames burned from the couch to the surroundings, and soon the whole room was enveloped in flames!

Everything is powering the flames!

"Flat...... Mrs. Heike! Look at that direction, is your house on fire!! ”

The elderly women on the street were talking about trivial matters, but suddenly someone raised their heads and looked in the direction of the smoke, and patted Hirasako on the shoulder in panic.

"It seems to be a family!"

Hirasako's complexion changed drastically, and she hurried in the direction of home.

Although there should be no one in the house now, and they are about to move out, the land that has been burned by the fire will not be sold for a price.

Feng Shui is not good.

No, anyway, this house and land are going to be handed over to San Lang, they are all his own family, and it doesn't matter if it's feng shui or something.

She rushed to the direction of her home with a grim face, and at the same time called the fire department.

She has been a big family since she was a child, she is not pampered, but she has the momentum of Mount Tai collapse in front of her face without changing color, although she has been consumed a lot after decades of life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, but she will not panic like ordinary people.

She was about to reach the direction of her home when she was confronted by a woman wearing a white scarf.

Ping Asako subconsciously looked at the past.

The woman in the white scarf is no worse than her younger self in terms of appearance, and even a little better-looking.

Behind her was a thick cloud of gray smoke and something in her hand.

After passing by, Ping Asako didn't continue to care about this little episode, and now it's more important to be home.

The puppet master took a few steps forward, and then looked back at the back of Ping Asako.

After staring at it for a few seconds, Michizen strolled home with the 'relics' he had recovered from the fire.