The cold air of the autumn night is difficult for the moths to accept, and they flutter their wings and involuntarily stick to the white street lamps of Qinggang City, only longing for a little warmth. In this desolate city, yellow sand and moths have become one of the few living landscapes. The moth could not resist the light, it threw itself on the lampshade, the bright flash flickered, it clung to the hot glass with its wings, and then in less than a second it vaporized and steamed, it was roasted black, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the corpse did not even come out with a trace of euphemistic green smoke, and then rolled and crawled to the ground. The night devoured its first sacrifice of the night, but the moth was willing—it was warmed, and it was more "stimulated" than expected.

But the night will not be satisfied with devouring a moth, it has another prey tonight - Qinggang City Police Chief Zhai Lixing. Zhai Lixing was staying at the shiny bar of the "233 Bar" at this time. No one wants to go out and get drunk in the cold weather, but Zhai Lixing persists. Tucked away in a corner of the city, this bar can bring good business to the bustling streets of the Qinggang City Police Station if you step aside. "Two, three, three" is a joke with a long history, and the meaning seems to be "laughing". Qinggang City has been in the era for a long time, witnessed the shade of the woods and seen the yellow sand in the sky, from an international transportation hub to Loulan's son, it is really embarrassing, the original meaning of this "two, three, three" is also mixed with the sadness and distress of the yellow sand, and the happy laughter has long passed away.

The laughter of the sad death also fell on the poor Zhai Lixing's head.

One night half a year ago, the Qinggang City Police Station encountered a mysterious accident: two identical police office buildings were screwed together alive, concrete embedded in the benzene board, the benzene board burst out of the steel bar, and the whole building was like a bone and ashes! In this case, the Protector Army intervened in the investigation, they cordoned off all the surrounding police station, stifled all information, refused all media, and of course did not say any of the results of the investigation into this incident. Along with the Protectors, all the cops and prisoners in the police station are playing mystery hide and seek, and there is no one alive or dead.

Unbeknownst to people, this incident was Cui Xiaoxian's experiment: an experiment to test teleportation in parallel space. The results of this experiment are also obvious to all - people in parallel worlds and people in the present world are squeezed into the same space, and the molecules of the two people are broken up and then reunited, forming a strange corpse with two heads, four hands and four legs.

When the Protectors saw the corpses, they felt disgusted and thought about it, so they couldn't let the eyes of the citizens be harmed, so the Protectors simply took all the corpses and blocked all the entrances and exits of the police station, and that's it.

But Zhai Lixing's heart was unbalanced, that night, he was supposed to work overtime with his colleagues, but now that his colleagues are missing, he can only blame himself and be annoyed, he feels uncomfortable, he can't explain to the families of those children! It is rumored that the Protector Army took away a large number of strangely shaped corpses at the time of this incident, and some of the corpses were even embedded in the concrete and could not be pulled out! Zhai Lixing understood that his colleagues might all be dead, but he still didn't dare to accept this fact.

Zhai Lixing, who is over half a hundred years old, looks tired and down, with a disgusting layer of puff in his eyes, a shaven beard stained with unknown filth, and the police badge is also hanging half-dead on his shoulders like "lowering the flag at half-mast". He became an alcoholic, and his only advantage was that he didn't make trouble and paid on credit, which was the only reason why the bartender didn't chase the sloppy ghost away. Zhai Lixing burped, returned the empty wine glass, and motioned for the bartender to serve vodka again.

"Sixth?" The bartender's words seemed to be a question mark, but his attitude seemed to be a full stop, and he didn't think that this guy would collapse in the store after drinking too much.

"Eh, you drink this cup, I invite you, I invite, I invite you, my good brother" Zhai Lixing's tongue was a little hard, and he rummaged through his wallet, which contained a new stack of thousand-yuan bills.

"Farewell, old man. It's enough to take one, and this time you spent two hundred and ten yuan. The bartender took back his glass: "I won't drink anymore, thank you for your kindness, tonight has just begun." ”

"Really" Zhai Lixing looked dazed, his cracked lips closed one by one, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't spit out half a sentence.

"You don't look like a ruffian." The bartender opened his mouth: "What do you say about your temperament, it's not the same as the average person here, I don't think you should be a person who spends the night in a bar, at least you are not poor but you are disappointed in love?" ”

Zhai Lixing shook his head and looked at a glass of rum on the bar: "I want that"

"Okay, here you go, old man, I just want you to tell you your story." The bartender hugged the wine bottle and gorgeously refilled a glass for Zhai Lixing: "Rum is not expensive, pirates used to drink it as water!" Ha ha. This cup I please. ”

"The young man is bright enough" Zhai Lixing took the wine glass and dried the wine in one gulp.

"Alright. Now you can tell us who you are, right? The bartender smiled.

"Zhai Lixing," he replied in a low voice, "Zhai Lixing." ”

"Zhai Lixing!?" The bartender was taken aback, and he asked in surprise: "It's the director of the Qinggang City Police Station who is all missing!" Zhai Lixing? ”

"yes." Zhai Lixing stiffened his head: "Everyone knows me Zhai Lixing, but no one cares about my good colleagues."

Outside the bar, another moth flapped its wings, and it also flew to the streetlamp, wandering around, not knowing whether to search for the light, and in hesitation, it saw a scorched black on the lampshade—it was its companion's ashes. The moth that saw this scene came back to its senses and understood the price of this light! It pumped up its full power, and then slammed into the light bulb - poof. A thumb-sized black charcoal was born.

This moth is happy, at least in the last moments of its life, when it gets the warmth it loves.

But after that, the thumb-sized charred black began to melt, then solidify, and then reassemble.

Another moth was reborn from the ashes. No one could see it, and the night was the perfect veil for its long-standing sacrifice.

It's just the resurrection of the moth, maybe there's no need to worry about it, is it?

If only it were as simple as the resurrection of moths