"Are you in love with him? A silly boy who is self-righteous and lives in a dream he weaves. Zhang Yue's mood is very complicated, he is a little difficult to understand this feeling, it is obviously wrong but he still wants to connive, isn't this a kind of harm? And... Demons also fall in love with humans?

Meng Ying smiled: "You know what? We dream demons are humble and weak, hiding in dreams to survive and cultivate, and no one will pay attention to us. But he actually wrote the story of the dream demon, which is incredible. That story is beautiful and I love it. As for him, yes, I love him! Can't you? ”

Zhang Yue shook her head and said, "I don't know if it's okay, but I know that killing people is paying for my life, so I'm sorry." "The white light streaked through and formed a straight line, as if to divide heaven and earth. The thread passed through Mengying's body, leaving wisps of white light on her.

"Promise me not to kill him." Meng Ying smiled weakly, dissipated in the white flames, and turned into butterflies. Looking at this butterfly, Zhang Yue felt inexplicably sad. It is truly a sad feeling of loneliness for two humble beings to rely on each other for recognition. The world is so big, but it can't accommodate them.

Zhang Yue's mood was a little heavy, but he still looked lazy when he withdrew his black and white pupils. The real murderer has been caught, and this mission will come to an end. But when he thought of the butterfly dancing in the flames, and the white dream that could only look for recognition in his dreams, a trace of unbearability flashed in his heart.

"Hey, Lao Zhuang.. I may have to go back later, if it's too late to catch the flight, then you can go back yourself. Zhang Yue dialed Lao Zhuang's number.

On the other side of the phone, Lao Zhuang was waiting at the airport and said, "Xiao Xi asked me to pass on a message to you, we are only responsible for eliminating demons." ”

Zhang Yue looked at the direction in which Bai Meng had left and said, "Well, I know. ”

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Yue swept it with her soul power, and saw Bai Meng who was rushing to the beach, that panicked look was his real heart, to put it bluntly, he was just a teenager who longed to be recognized. When no one in the world wants to recognize the value of a person, that person will also lose the meaning of life.

After a while, Bai Meng's panting figure had already appeared in front of Zhang Yue. "What about Meng Ying? What did you do with her? What did you do to her? Bai Meng didn't even have time to breathe, so he rushed up and grabbed Zhang Yue's collar, shouting, those eyes stared at Zhang Yue with anger, but this anger was ignited by fear.

"She, she turned into a butterfly and flew away, do you believe it?" Zhang Yue gently brushed Bai Meng's hand away, straightened her collar, and said.

Bai Meng's pupils gradually dilated, and his anger turned to disbelief. Then the fear in his heart began to explode, and in just a moment it filled his heart and began to grow endlessly. Who else in this world will approve of him? Who else would say "I love your story" to him? When dreams become butterflies, dreams are shattered, but how do people face the reality after waking up?

"Nope! You lied to me! You lied to me! This is not the story I want!! Bai Meng opened his mouth and spit out a hoarse cry, tears mixed with sweat and dripping on the beach. The drops of water accumulated more and more, and in a short time, a small area of sand was soaked. The originally soft sand became heavy because of the tears condensed, just like Zhang Yue's heart at this time,

He thought of what Fang Cai Lao Zhuang said on the phone, and suddenly felt that he was so stupid, he was just completing the task, and now he is too much to manage. Thinking so in his heart, but he still didn't choose to leave, he stepped forward, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on Bai Meng's face, and said, "The butterfly that Meng Ying turned into is very beautiful, dancing in the white flames..."

"I don't want it, I don't want it, she hasn't finished reading my story yet, it's you, it's you who killed her!" Bai Meng suddenly went crazy, pushed Zhang Yue away, and rushed up to fight. Zhang Yue naturally wouldn't be beaten like this, her right hand reached out, easily grabbed Bai Meng, and gently touched Bai Meng's ankle with her toes, and knocked him down on the beach.

"Don't? Is it your turn to say no? What are you still thinking about today? It's time to wake up, Mengying has turned into a butterfly, do you still want to live in your dreams? Are you going to be so tragic that there is only one dream demon in the world to recognize you? Stop dreaming, idiot! Zhang Yue unceremoniously slapped Bai Meng and calmed him down.

Bai Meng felt the burning pain on his face, his heart was still empty, the fear had dissipated, and all that was left was naturally empty despair. "Yes, I woke up from a dream, turned into a butterfly and flew away, no one recognized me anymore, and no one would read the stories I wrote anymore. I tried so hard, but they would never want to face up to my results. Only Mengying... No, it's only in dreams that I get the respect I deserve! It's all you, you, the devil who ruined my life. Bai Meng shouted hysterically, his glasses red as if he were about to ooze blood.

Zhang Yue gritted her teeth, slapped her backhand again, and hit Bai Meng's eyes: "Then do you know how many families that could have been happy and happy ruined by your story." It was Mengying who killed her, not you, but whose dream do you think she was killing for! Do you think those who died can be resurrected? Did you think everything that happened was really a dream? It's enough, open your eyes and see clearly, what is a dream, what is reality, and still here grievances and sadness. Let's think about how you can make up for your mistakes in the real world. ”

Zhang Yue sighed lightly and no longer paid attention to the poor boy, he kept his promise and did not kill Bai Meng, but he was also powerless to save the boy. He only hopes that Bai Meng can understand for himself that people should live in reality, not seek comfort in dreams. For the sake of selfishness, to bring the tragedy of the dream to reality, this is what the devil does.

......

Jingji, Zhang Yue spread on the surface of the lake, looking at the little soul power left to support himself from sinking to the bottom of the lake. The intensity of the nurse's training is getting more and more intense, but the effect is also very obvious. Zhang Yue, this is the first time she has not exhausted her strength after training.

The nurse sat cross-legged beside him, looked at his wounds, and said with a smile: "It's a lot of progress, do you want to give you a vacation tomorrow?" ”

Zhang Yue nodded without hesitation, he is not a polite person, more than half a year has passed since the incident of the last dream demon, but Zhang Yue still remembers the infatuated dream demon and the poor young man. Until the end, Zhang Yue couldn't make Bai Meng fully awake, and he didn't know how Bai Meng was doing now, or did he want to live in his dreams like before? During the rare break, Zhang Yue thought of this tragic boy again.

The nurse looked at Zhang Yue, who was silent, guessed his thoughts, and said, "Are you still thinking about that task?" The task was done very well, and there was so much to do. ”

Zhang Yue said: "There are regrets after all. ”

"Hmph, this is not your dream, how can it be exactly as you think, regret is reality! You don't live in dreams too, do you? The nurse patted Zhang Yue's dislocated shoulder, and the pain made him sweat, but the entanglement in his heart was quietly relieved.

"Do you think he's going to be a detective? After all, the cases he had in mind were quite ingenious. ”

"Who knows? Maybe I'll join a terrorist organization too! He should be better at committing crimes than solving crimes. ”

"But he prefers to solve crimes."

The two were still arguing, when suddenly a newspaper flew down from a window in the attic and smashed right on Zhang Yue's face. The nurse looked up in the direction of the parabola, saw Yan Xi's figure flashing, and said with a smile: "Xiaoxi still cares about her subordinates, do you want me to help you take a look?" ”

Zhang Yue said, "Thank you." ”

The nurse picked up the bloodstained newspaper, flipped it over, and saw a shy and nervous face, and then a report.

"Hahaha, congratulations, you have another good book to read. We all guessed wrong, this guy still did his old job. "Dream in a Dream" is interested in buying it, let's take a look, and lend me to appreciate it after reading it. The nurse laughed.

Zhang Yue closed his eyes and didn't speak, but the relieved smile on his face could already read his mood.

Grunt...

The nurse was still looking at the report, when she suddenly heard a strange sound, turned her head and looked around, only to see that Zhang Yue had sunk to the bottom of the water and lost consciousness. The nurse hurriedly threw away the newspaper, and the jade hand shook in the air, and the air flow poured into the water with her control, lifting Zhang Yue, who was spitting small bubbles.

Looking at the unconscious Zhang Yue, the nurse patted her forehead helplessly.

...

Bai Meng, who had just participated in a reporter's interview, hid in a café, he wore a hat and sunglasses, and tried his best to hide himself, otherwise he was afraid that it would cause another wave of screams, and he didn't want to feel the suffocation of being surrounded by fans again.

After confirming that there was no situation around, he was satisfied to pick up a book of Bi Shumin's essays and read. He admired the words in the book, which were not ornate, but went straight to the heart. The same words, the same words, arranged in different ways into sentences, paragraphs, articles, can exude a completely different temperament.

This is the choice of words and sentences that is often emphasized in writing. Bai Meng has a gifted imagination, but he does not have a deep writing skills, so his previous works will be unsightly. There are beautiful stories, but there are no beautiful words to express, and naturally they can only be reduced to articles that do not enter the stream.

He didn't understand this truth until half a year ago.

Time passed quietly, silently, and before I knew it, a collection of essays that was not thick had been read. Closing the book, Bai Meng took out the laptop he bought with his manuscript money and typed out a few words on the keyboard.

"Ying, thank you, the time in the dream is very happy, thank you, the reality after waking up from the dream is cruel but very real. Is it true that strange squint said you turned into a butterfly and flew away? I think so, I wish you could fly into my dreams again. I'll definitely show you, it's a story of a person who solves a case with a dream demon and falls in love and kills each other! ”