Could it be that Lu Changrong regards himself as the protagonist of the book, and prides himself on being a knight like Don Quixote.

The world is the horn played by monsters, and those monsters hold up different worlds that belong to him, and he puts on the skin of Don Quixote in his own world, and fights bravely and fiercely.

His breathing, which had just stopped, suddenly became a little short, and his chest began to rise and fall faster.

For Don Quixote, he doesn't kill people, but monsters that destroy the world.

He is maintaining what he thinks is peace, in his own way, with his own order and rules.

So all the dolls here!

Jiang Futing suddenly thought of the first puppet to appear, Ying Youlan.

That's the first person to appear in the world of twins and destroy them with mental and ** torture.

is probably the first person to be defined as a monster in Lu Changrong's eyes.

So she died.

The 'Knight' tasted the sweetness of 'Righteous Victory' for the first time in 'Monster', and since then it has been out of control.

He enjoyed the feeling of proclaiming justice.

Of course, the judgment and requirements for monsters have become more excessive and exaggerated over time, which tends to be extreme, perverted, distorted, and can be said to be excessively harsh on monsters.

If someone is disobedient in life and violates the rules of his personal life, he is a 'monster'.

In his eyes, the rules of society are nothing more than the rules of the game set by the monsters themselves, which he deeply resents.

Jiang Futing subconsciously clenched his fists, such a person is a very typical antisocial personality.

He always wants to destroy the existing ecological chain of society, and he is unique in judging by his personal behavior.

This exhibition of his own puppets is that he is showing off his personal achievements to the world, in order to prove that what he has done is 'justice'.

God didn't subdue him, the law didn't punish him, and he, like most ordinary people, was still chic and happy in the crowd, looking for new 'monsters'.

Jiang Futing turned around and met his gaze directly without hesitation.

Lu Changkut was a little surprised, but the accident was quickly pressed back by him.

Jiang Futing said unhurriedly: "You know this book very well. ”

He was very restrained and did not say directly: you understand the same as the protagonist of the book.

When the reader reads the book, it is always from God's point of view, but what kind of person can ignore the real class conflict in an era full of revolutions, and only stick to the protagonist's ridiculous and comical fantasies.

It was probably because he was left alone in the revolution that was his own.

Jiang Futing paused, staring at his eyes, as if he wanted to peel off the thick and fake appearance from his plain eyes on the spot, and dig out the hidden resentment and dirtiness.

He asked in a low voice, "Illusory knight, how real or false are the monsters you see?" ”

How many people did the real Don Quixote kill by mistake and how much bloodshed did he stir up when he satisfied his knightly fantasies?

Lu Changku's Shen Zhen hidden with a gorgeous appearance was pierced by Jiang Futing's merciless words.

When the hypocritical surface was quickly punctured, the light breeze on his face suddenly disappeared, and he looked at it with a slightly gloomy expression: "Of course, the world that hides filth and dirt is born, of course, they are all monsters."

Then he looked at the other two, and he deliberately guided: "Do you think the people who crawl out of the garbage heap can be clean?"

Those two people didn't understand

The meaning is meaningful, but it is only a superficial understanding of the literal meaning, and he hesitates and shakes his head slowly.

Lu Changku's tone softened a little under the appeasement of their attitude: "Look, this is something that anyone with a discerning eye knows, it seems that classmate Jiang is better at standing in the perspective of profit-seekers."

"But, yes." He suddenly turned the contradiction around: "You were born from capital, you enjoy the gold hidden in the filth, and those who have gold, of course, are afraid that their gold will not be covered up by others if they have no filth to cover up."

Jiang Futing was not interested in arguing with him, so he came out and replied casually: "Senior Lu, you are extreme."

The understatement tone didn't take what he said just now into his eyes at all.

Lu Changku didn't get psychological satisfaction from words, but he was not a naïve child either.

He suddenly took two steps forward, passed them, and looked intently at the line on the sign.

Lu Changkut didn't speak for a while, just stood quietly.

He stood upright, his body straight, and stood impartially in the middle of the sign.

Jiang Futing looked at his delicate and dignified back, and a sense of ritual suddenly floated in his heart.

Lu Changku's mouth opened slowly, and his voice seemed to be reading in a low voice: "Monsters will always hide in corners that you can't see, everywhere. And the indomitable warriors dare to face and break through the darkness. ”

Jiang Futing realized that this sense of ritual emanated from his bones.

He was like a piece of steel, the foundation was dozens of feet deep into the earth, and he stood firmly at that time, as steady as a rock.

No matter how sluggish the two people on the side were, they felt that something was wrong with what he said.

Even though he still didn't understand what it meant, his tone and the atmosphere at the moment were like boiling water in a kettle, gurgling and bubbling from the bottom, and the atmosphere became very quiet for some reason.

And at this moment, Lu Changkut suddenly turned his head around, and in this mysterious atmosphere, he showed a touching smile to them.

He said calmly and rationally: "It's not me who is extreme, it's the world."

Jiang Futing was stunned for a moment, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He was shocked to realize from the other party's cognition that the person in front of him was not simply a love-hate relationship with this world.

It's his existence that has become a bug in this world.

It's as terrifying as a robot created by a human being that will eventually use all means to eradicate humans.

The three men standing opposite him were completely silent.

In this case, the two men would not be able to pick it up, and they would not know how to pick it up.

They will be rebellious in life, they will complain, they will occasionally be depressed, they will hate, but this does not mean that they can stand on the opposite side of this world without hesitation.

No one can completely detach themselves from this world, because people have been dependent on it for a long time, parasitic on it.

So everyone has more or less mixed and dirty blood on their bodies.

Jiang Futing forcibly let himself jump out of Lu Changku's spiritual world, the hand in his pocket was still scraping the phone case, and then he naturally took it out, looked at the time, and showed a bit of hypocritical pity on his face.

He took two steps back, "There is a chance for philosophical issues to be discussed slowly, but it seems that another work of Senior Lu can't wait, if it is inconvenient today, then I have to take a step to leave first." ”

These words instantly brought them back to the purpose for which they had come here.

It's been a long time, and it's been almost forty minutes, including the time on the way.

"Sorry, I'll confirm." Lu Changkut remembered something and dialed his mobile phone

A number.

He turned his back to them, and unconsciously twisted a faint furrow between his eyebrows.

Lu Changku's few patiences were constantly worn out by the busy tone on the phone, and just when the phone was about to hang up, the person on the other end of the phone finally answered, a tentative tone of "Hey?" ”

In the face of his subordinates, Lu Changku will habitually pull out the posture of his superior, and he doesn't even hide his impatience: "Where are you now?" Why haven't you brought the exhibits with you yet? ”

The person on the phone seemed to be a little sluggish, even breathing clumsily, and he hesitated to pull out a clumsy lie: "I just ...... My stomach hurt a little and I came over right away from the toilet shortly after I came out of the toilet. ”

Lu Changkut sensitively captured the caution in his tone, and his voice was like an aging old speaker, and he couldn't even bite the words clearly: "I, I thought it was ......"

Lu Changkut lifted his forehead, his face was full of exhaustion from being entangled in a bunch of troubles, but he didn't delve into his responsibility: "Okay, don't think about it!" Hurry up and check it out, and ask the on-site staff to do a favor and bring it to the exhibition hall. ”

The boy on the other end of the phone was particularly slow to respond, he paused for a moment, and absentmindedly replied with a long "Oh-"

Lu Changku couldn't see this kind of mud and water, so he cut off the phone directly impetuously.

But at the moment when the phone was disconnected, he realized something strangely.

His eyes seemed to have been hit by a Gu, with a slow rhythm, and he couldn't help himself from looking at his phone again, and his unspeakable palpitations flashed in his unfazed eyes.

At the moment when he hung up the phone, in the silent storage room, a man stood like a stake.

His expression was a little dull, and his eyes were full of surging fear.

The house was surrounded by walls on all sides, and the lamp at the top somehow blew the fuse and suddenly went out, plunging the whole house into great darkness.

The only light source was the man's mobile phone close to his ear, but the phone was hung up, and the time to turn off the screen entered the countdown, and the faint light radiated on his blood-stained face, illuminating his facial features in a not very clear and stiff white.

All the parts of his body seemed to have entered the aging of machinery, and his body and brain were in disrepair and forcibly used by others.

The man's eyes had not deviated an inch from the beginning to the present, staring motionlessly ahead, and then, even the last bit of light in his hand was extinguished.

The whole room was completely plunged into silent darkness.

He rolled his throat to relieve the dryness caused by his adrenal glands speeding up and his blood vessels expanding due to fear.

The sound of "Gollum" coming from his body echoed in his ears and was extremely clear.

It was as if the voice had broken through his body and taken over the room.

His only physical reaction was trembling, especially in his fingers, like a late-stage Parkinson's patient.

The man felt that this room was extremely cold, as if he was being stared at by countless pairs of hidden eyes.

He frantically wanted to leave the place immediately, but the excessive fear caused his body to be a little unbalanced, and he was unable to respond quickly and accurately.

Trembling is the body's greatest response to fear when out of balance.

His eyes were still staring straight ahead, the hand holding the phone fell slowly, and then his fingers pressed the button very hard.

The darkness lit up again with a long-lost light.

The man didn't know where he got the courage to hit suddenly, he clutched his phone tightly, raised his arm, and took a picture forward.

It was a face exactly the same as Lu Changku's!

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