A week later.

In the Grand Hotel Bolton, quite a few media reporters gathered.

Today is a very important day for fans of Quicksand, as well as for the majority of fans.

Because the new film directed by Merry Sand will usher in its premiere.

Many celebrities in the circle who have befriended him or worked with him have come to give him a platform.

And he also joined hands with a group of main creators to go around to publicize.

It's not because he doesn't have confidence in the film, or because he doesn't have confidence in his fans, but this kind of publicity mode running around, just like the need to worship before the movie starts, and firecrackers will be fired to celebrate after the finale, has become a formality.

So no matter how big the card is, it usually doesn't break.

Dressed in a casual suit, he was held by his heroine's arm, facing flashing lights from everywhere, smiling and walking to the front.

Just like other movie promotions, the main creators will talk about the feelings of making a movie, and there will be a certain interaction with fans.

There will also be interviews, accepting questions from the host, or media reporters, or even fans.

Although his profession is behind the scenes, Wind Quicksand has long been accustomed to being pointed at by the camera and being forced in front of someone with a microphone.

He calmly responds to questions from people from all walks of life, just as he has left the impression on the public.

Affable, understated, and with a little humor.

After a perfunctory event, Quicksand declined some people's requests to invite him to dinner, and returned to the hotel room arranged for him by the organizers, citing ill health.

He walked into the bathroom, looked at the mirror that made him uncomfortable, lowered his head, turned on the faucet, and threw some cold water into his face with his hand.

Then he turned off the faucet and walked straight out of the bathroom instead of wiping it with a towel.

But just when he wanted to sit on the bed and rest for a while.

The expression on his face suddenly changed significantly.

An expression that didn't seem to belong to him instantly covered his entire face.

Because he had an uninvited guest in his room.

One, the last person he wants to see at the moment.

"It should be tiring to go back and forth between media reporters and major investors every day, right?"

Xia Feng's back leaned against the door, with a somewhat sarcastic smile, staring at the wind and quicksand not far away.

Feng Liusha didn't speak, and didn't even ask Xia Feng how he got in.

"Or have you become so accustomed to disguise that you have forgotten who you are?

I'm right, Mr. Smile. ”

"Haha. It's interesting, it's so interesting. ”

Wind Quicksand burst out laughing.

"yes, I think it's funny, too.

Who would have imagined that the wind quicksand, who is considered a great talent and a great philanthropist all over the world, will be the big boss of a dark organization like Moby Dick.

The innocent people who died because of you in a year may not even dare to imagine yourself, right?

Of course, what makes me wonder the most is, as a vampire, why do you want to engage in this kind of human organization?

Can you talk to me? ”

"Yes. But I'm also curious how you found me. ”

Wind quicksand nodded and asked rhetorically.

"You are a very cautious person.

At the same time, you are also a person who does not believe in anyone.

But trust is mutual. Only if you trust others, others can trust you.

When you don't know anyone in the world, the world won't trust you. ”

"Seriously, Xia Feng, if you are really a writer like you told me last time, I suggest you give up.

Because what you write must be nonsense, and the reader needs to find the low-level product of the point by himself.

You can see this from what you say. ”

Wind Quicksand smiled, as if his mood had changed a lot by saying this.

"If you weren't smiling, maybe I'd have had a serious discussion with you, but now, you know, I'm not interested in doing that.

There are two people in Zero, you don't know.

It's like you feel that Moby Dick headquarters trusts you and reassures you.

In fact, they never reassured you. ”

"Do you mean the president of the Yokohama chapter?" There was no surprise in the wind quicksand.

Xia Feng didn't expect that Wind Quicksand would know that someone was spying on him.

In fact, this information was also asked by him from the ghosts of Zero and Chairman Yokohama.

"What they're thinking, I know very well. It seems that you learned my identity from their mouths.

But I still underestimated them, I thought they didn't know.

It's just that I'm a little curious, how did you get them to speak?

The ace of hearts should have already disposed of them. ”

"The dead can speak."

"Looks like you're able to communicate with ghosts. No wonder they know a lot about us. ”

The smile on Feng Liusha's face gradually dissipated, and then he suddenly asked Xia Feng:

"Do you think what I'm doing is cruel?"

"Are you kidding me?

Moby Dick has killed so many people, done so many things, and ruined so many families, do you even ask me if I am cruel? ”

"You think killing is cruel, don't you?"

Xia Feng didn't know what Feng Liusha wanted to say, so he didn't answer.

"Every day, there are animals that become a delicacy on the human table, and every day all kinds of lives die at the hands of humans.

When you go to the market to sell fish and see the fish seller smash the fish on the head with a knife and then disembowel them with a knife, do you feel cruel?

You may say cruel, but you never forget to take a few bites of it after it's cooked.

If it's done well, you'll also be amazed that this fish is awesomely done.

It's all life, why is killing people cruel, killing chickens, killing pigs, killing dogs, killing fish is not called cruelty?

Oh yes, humans aren't all cruel either, they also love some small animals.

For example, cute kittens and puppies.

So if someone kills them, someone will jump out and accuse them of being cruel.

It's like the people who killed them, killed people.

It's ironic, isn't it?

Because humans decide the fate of every species.

To be precise, it is life that determines whether life exists.

Life determines whether life is meaningful or not. ”

"I don't want to listen to an evil man and tell me a big reason. That would make me very impatient. ”

Xia Feng's cold voice interrupted the wind quicksand.

That's not what he wanted to hear.

"Yes, just like you just called me.

Evil.

What is Evil? In the eyes of you humans, it is something that can harm you humans.

But that's, isn't it?

A person can kill other beings, but they are not allowed to kill them.

Since you have aimed the butcher's knife at the person, then you should have the consciousness of being pointed at the butcher's knife by other people, right? ”