After a long time, he let out a long breath, walked over and carefully removed the tape wrapped around Zhao Jin's body, put it in his trouser pocket, and then moved Zhao Jin's body off the sofa, put it on the ground, and posed as if it had gone through a fierce struggle.

Wipe off the remaining tape, put it back on your desk and wipe the drawer handles.

Shen Mu's stack of materials was placed on the table. He also moved Shen Mu's body away from the chair, making it appear that he had struggled. He opened his trouser pocket, took away the money inside, wrapped his clothes and opened the drawer, and took the watch and cash inside.

Finally, he turned the bookshelves into a mess, using a lighter to light the papers on the table and the books on the shelves.

The flames burned and spread rapidly, and the smoke blurred the room. Li Zhen glanced at Shen Mu and Zhao Jin after a while, thought about it, and folded the hands of the two people together and clasped them tightly.

After that, he whispered, "I'm sorry. ”

Rolled out the window.

The fire spread fifteen minutes later. Smoke billowed from an entire warehouse.

At this time, Li Zhen was sitting on the rooftop of a high-rise building two blocks away, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. He could see two guards running in panic and rushing in to try to save someone. Half an hour later, however, they ran out in a state of confusion, and one of them was on fire in the back. The man rolled on the ground, and then another man ran across the street, as if to find a fire truck.

Li Zhen silently stared at everything in the distance, and poured himself a large sip of high spirits.

The knife-like liquor burned from the mouth to the stomach. He lowered his head and pulled out a piece of grass that grew in the crack of the bricks, and used his fingers to grind it into a pale green juice.

The body becomes very light. My skin is a little numb, and I don't even feel very sensitive.

He thought for a moment and slammed his right hand on the ground - it didn't seem to feel anything.

He grinned and slammed his fist over and over again—the exposed red bricks grew even redder. His blood seeped into the filthy soil, then pooled into small streams and flowed into the crevices.

He raised his bloody right hand again, poured the liquor on it, and then tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth.

The empty bottle was casually thrown aside by him, and Li Zhen leaned back. Lying on the rooftop, he looked at the blood-red canopy in a daze.

"Thank you." He whispered. "I know it...... I'm probably back again. ”

He didn't know when the fire was extinguished. When he woke up, it was late at night, and the mechanical watch showed the time at 2:23 a.m.

It took him five seconds to force himself to look—the warehouse was in ruins, and a black and yellow cordon had been drawn around it. Several people were standing guard, shadows stretched long in the dim light. It's like a lonely ghost. Li Zhen looked at it in a daze for a while. Haruka bowed. Then walk down the rooftop.

The streets are deserted. He walked down the street, past a few suspicious-looking young men, until he reached the nearest neighborhood park.

This park covers a large area. It is covered with trees and benches. Before the Northern Lights arrive, homeless people sleep on the benches here, usually covered with newspapers.

Now that a large number of people are unemployed and the economy is almost collapsing, it seems that there are even more people here. He even saw a few people lying faintly on the forest path, with white flowers on their bodies.

So he walked silently over to the wanderers and leaned down to look at the newspapers they were holding.

Most of them were old newspapers, and he changed a few more targets.

After a long walk, he finally found what he was looking for in a man lying on a bench. This is already the deepest part of the park, and the thick trees are connected like a huge wall. He reached out and picked up the newspaper that covered his face—it was a Chinese newspaper.

There was a slight "whoosh" from the newspaper, and the man in the chair was suddenly awakened and let out a low "ah".

Li Zhen looked down and was surprised to find that it was a young girl. It's just that she looks quite embarrassed, her hair is scattered, and there is a glimmer of sparkle hanging from the corner of her mouth.

The girl woke up from her sleep. It took her two seconds to regain her senses, to see the figure in front of her through the faint red light of the sky, and then her eyes widened as she was about to scream. However, Li Zhen put a finger to her lips and whispered, "Don't be afraid. I'm just looking for a newspaper. ”

But the other party obviously did not let his guard down, but sat up and shrunk on the other side of the chair, as if considering whether he would have time to drag his numb legs away, and whether he could outrun him.

Li Zhen smiled, and also sat at the other end of the bench, one position away from her. So the girl leaned to the side again, grabbed the long hair beside her face, and whispered, "I don't have any money on me." ”

Then he gathered the newspaper on his body and held it in his arms.

Li Zhen shook his head slightly, looked up at the dense flowers and trees not far away, was silent for a while, slowly rolled the newspaper in his hand into a tube, and said softly: "A very beautiful girl, why did she run here?" ”

Maybe it's his soft voice, maybe it's his handsome looks, or maybe it's his calm attitude. The girl was stunned for a long time and then slowly lowered her legs, sat down on the bench like him, and thought, "Are you a reporter?" ”

Li Zhen looked at her gently: "I look like?" ”

The girl looked at him carefully and sighed slightly: "No." I...... Alas. ”

She stopped talking. Didn't run either. The two of them, with different thoughts, sat on a bench and were silent for a long time.

Then the girl suddenly sighed: "I'm from the Philippines." I'm here to sing. ”

"Oh." Li Zhen replied softly, "There are many girls like you." ”

Indeed, there are many girls who come to Binh Duong. This city is the second choice for singers with dreams besides Yanjing. In the past, Binh Duong's entertainment industry was very developed...... This girl seems to be one of many dreamers.

It's just that it's hard for her to go back to her hometown right now.

The girl didn't speak, but looked at him again, then at the flowers and trees in the park and the shadows of the verdant trees in the night, and sighed wistfully.

"Is it worth it?" Li Zhen seemed to be asking her, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Is it worth it to come here across the ocean for a dream, and now spend the night on a bench?" ”

The girl lowered her head slightly, twisted her hands together in the pile of newspapers, and said softly: "People must have dreams." When you don't realize it, how can you know if it's worth it? ”

Li Zhen nodded, and then sat in silence for a while.

After a while, the girl yawned carefully. So Li Zhen stood up, took out the money in his pocket and put it on the bench, and waved his hand at her: "Take it." ”

The girl looked at the money on the chair suspiciously, and bit her lip: "I...... I don't do that. ”

Li Zhen was slightly stunned, and then chuckled: "It's just for you, don't think about it." This is...... Another person who, like you, has his own dreams and is very persistent in pursuing them, and will not hesitate to give his life for them...... For you. You deserve it. ”

The girl looked at him in a daze and bit her lip: "That person also sings?" ”

Li Zhen turned around, walked away slowly, and said in a low voice, "Hmm." It's also singing. ”

"Song of Truth—Have You Heard It?"

The girl frowned suspiciously, but Li Zhen had already walked into the night.

The night breeze was blowing gently. Li Zhen walked slowly along the path in the park, rubbing his eyes again. He walked to a dim street lamp with the faint fragrance of flowers and trees on the roadside, unfolded the newspaper in his hand, and read it carefully.

After that, he found what he was looking for in the advertising space.

It was an ad that took up a large space --

The hometown of Yan and Huang, the hometown of the emperor. 5A-level scenic spot Huangdi Mausoleum in Lingxian County, Shaanxi Province - there may be another "you" here, waiting for you.

The word "Imperial" is marked in bold and red.

It's a bit strange to advertise a scenic spot in the newspapers at this time – no one is in the mood to get to that place on foot or on a crowded steam bus.

But this is what Li Zhen should do decisively.

The circulation of the Chinese newspaper is large, and it is also in the Philippines. He had to put such an advertisement in six newspapers in a way that all "people" could see it.

The person who knows what the word "emperor" represents is the person he is looking for.

Li Zhen read the newspaper again, then crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can next to him.

Shen Mu, Liu Yangbo, An Ruosu. He whispered the names in his mind, leaning against the dim lamppost and smelling the faint smell of kerosene.

Dreams, or ideals, or lingering obsessions in my heart......

Is there really such a huge amount of force?

That power can allow a person to harm others, to harm many, many people. It is also possible for a person to abandon everything, even life, just to get a glimpse of the "truth" of his dreams. It can also make a person endure suffering again and again - because he still has something worth protecting.

Mankind......

It's a creature with dreams.

Is it because of this thing that they have been struggling to survive until now?

…… Actually, it's not bad to be a human.

Li Zhen lowered his head, his eyes hidden in the shadows. The night breeze swayed his shirt slightly, and an empty can rolled on the road, finally stuck in the gap of the trash can.

"Mom, Dad." He muttered to himself, "I miss home." ”

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Yesterday's patch was made, and today's 10,000 update is complete, thank you for your concern.

Monthly pass recommendation tickets and everything are good things, I want them all. This volume will write about some unexpected things - certainly not bad, maybe some episodes that no one has written.

Dreams are a good thing, in fact, I also want to code words for dreams one day...... Express what I want to express the most.

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