Huaermei Community.

In the evening, Mr. Nepartak walked back to the neighborhood with a cardboard box in his arms, full of fatigue.

At the entrance of the community, a small villa that began to be renovated a few days ago has been completed. At this moment, many workers are constantly carrying all kinds of furniture to the villa.

A huge billboard was being erected on the roof of the house by four or five workers, and many of the nearby residents were holding thin cards and whispering to the villa.

From time to time, someone will come up to ask the busy staff, and they are full of interest to ask when this leisure and fitness club will open.

After all, according to the instructions on this leaflet, you can enter for free with a card seven days before the opening.

Whoever says that the people of the United States of Adolia are shrewd and not greedy for small things is absolutely a blatant lie.

You know, every year on Black Friday, when major convenience stores are on sale, I don't know how many people in the lighthouse country, who are the world's pearls, rush into it like crazy, and I don't know how many stampede accidents have occurred.

The habit of being greedy for small and cheap is not unique to poor and backward third countries, and the world of cooking is still indispensable, but there are many more.

When the Weisen lingerie store on Nova Sia Avenue opened, it advertised that customers who entered naked could get a piece of high-end lingerie for free.

Before dawn, there were hundreds of naked men and women at the door of the Mori underwear store, including aunts in their forties and fifties. You know, the weather was only about five degrees Celsius.

In many people's inquiries, the staff who commanded the workers on the side would answer patiently.

It's just that none of this has anything to do with Mr. Nebert. In the past, he was very fond of fun, but he didn't even look at this club, and walked home with a numb look holding the cardboard box.

Along the way, several residents who knew him well greeted him warmly, but Mr. Nepartak did not respond at all, and walked home.

When he returned home, Mr. Nebert habitually changed into slippers and collapsed directly into the sofa in the hall with a box of work supplies.

The once lively home is now cold, and there is no anger at all.

Mr. Nepartak collapsed on the couch, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, numb as if he were dead.

Inadvertently, he suddenly saw a family portrait hanging on the wall, and Mr. Nepartak, like an angry lion, rushed directly to the wall, ripped off the hanging photo frame, threw it to the floor, and desperately stepped on the photo.

He scolded with a hideous expression, "Bichi, you are all a group of bastards raised by a son of a bitch, you Bichi ridden by 10,000 people." Die, give me death!"

Scolding, scolding.

"Why, Delis, why are you doing this to me, why is that?

Two days ago, Mr. Nepartak was in high spirits and only felt that he was the happiest man in the world.

He has a happy family, a tall and virtuous wife, and three lively and lovely children. At the same time, he was also a department manager for a public company in Cavill, with a good salary, and he once considered himself a lucky man to be favored by his Most High Father.

It's just that two days ago, he hurried home to pick up the documents because he left the document behind, because there was a major contract in the afternoon that needed to use the document.

When he hurried home, he was surprised to find that there were several more men in their bedrooms.

It's vulgar and bloody.

Mr. Nepartak looked at the four men rolling in the room and utterly collapsed.

He didn't expect his wife to cheat, and at the same time he was having fun with three men.

He couldn't believe his eyes, because he knew all three men: his daughter's tutor, the plumber who had come to fix the sewer last month, and the resident not far from the door, Lao Wang.

"Why? Why is that?"

Mr. Nepartak looked at his wife in despair, hoping that she would give him an answer, but unfortunately all he was left with was a back, and Delis ran away from home without any explanation.

Later, he learned from the community's security office that his wife brought different men back to her home every week, and at most dozens of men came to her every day.

Don't ask the security guard why he knew so well, after all, he had been to Mr. Nebert's house several times.

He also made a point to say that most of the male residents in the neighborhood have basically come to his house, which can be described in a movie.

I've gone out to buy a pack of cigarettes and I've met seven or eight men who have you.

Nepartak was utterly desperate, but fortunately he had three lovely children to comfort his broken heart, and he thought that he would get out of the abyss of despair with this affection.

The reality was, the next day. Three different men came to the door and took his three children, and the children whom he had worked so hard to love went straight with them, without looking at him from beginning to end.

Today, because he messed up the previous contract, the company he had been fighting for nearly a decade fired him directly, without any room for negotiation.

Feeling that there was no point in living anymore, Mr. Nepartak decided to end his life in the Crooked Neck Tree of Novosilia, the holy place of suicide.

Since he was such a failure when he was alive, he hoped that his death would add another legendary color to the crooked neck tree.

In his grief, Mr. Nepartak drifted into a coma, having not slept for two days, and every time he closed his eyes, he would recall what he had seen when he came home.

The disgusting sight of four meat worms of different colors superimposed on each other made him completely unable to sleep.

In his sleep, he still talked in his dreams from time to time, his limbs twitched constantly, and his face was full of endless sadness.

At eleven o'clock the next day, Nebert, who had fallen on the floor, slowly woke up, and after sleeping on the floor all night, he was stiff and felt that life was worse than death.

It's just that the pain in the body can't catch up with the pain in the heart.

He struggled to get up, walked to the bathroom, slowly scraped off the newly grown stubble, and after washing up, he changed into his favorite tie.

At first glance, it looks as if Mr. Nepartak, the strong, shrewd department manager, is back. It's just that there is no anger in his dim eyes, only endless death.

When everything was done, Nebert took a nostalgic look at his former home and strode out without hesitation.

Immediately, everything at this time will have nothing to do with me.

At the entrance of the community, many well-dressed men and women walked into the newly opened leisure club with leaflets in hand, ready to experience the health meditation classes offered by the club for free.

When Nebert walked out of the gate of the community, he was somehow led into the hall by the crowd.

He had no idea how he had entered the lounge, so that he was being ushered into a large empty hall by the smiling staff.

As soon as Fang entered the hall, he was greeted by a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The mirror is smooth and bright, and the whole is a strange prototype, and the mirror is wrapped in strange gilt, reflecting the customers who come in one by one.

At this moment, many personnel in the hall have changed into large and comfortable clothes, and Nepartak has also been guided by the personnel to change clothes, and is sitting upright on the cushion in the hall at this moment.

The death will in his heart has gradually been forgotten by him, and he only has the mirror in front of him in his eyes, carefully watching the figure in the mirror.

At this moment, in the hall where there were more than 30 people, it seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Bursts of strange music continued to reach everyone's ears, which completely calmed their minds full of troubles and desires, and the whole person seemed to relax.

In front of the mirror, a tall, tan-skinned young man was standing there, facing everyone, and the words in his mouth were like a spring in the mountains, clean and clear, and so cool and wide that people were obsessed with it before they knew it.

In the corners of the hall, there are several humidifiers that constantly spew out a faint amount of water to keep the whole hall from being too dry.

"Come on, everyone follow me!"

Upa looked at the many customers in front of him, stretched his body slightly, and guided everyone to exercise with him.

He kept making movements like tigers, deer, bears, apes, birds and other animals, and the customers below also unconsciously followed and clumsily followed him.

In Upa's voice, everyone continued to do this exercise as if they were hypnotized.

Seeing that everyone was moving and the water mist in the humidifier had completely spread, Angus, who was watching all this from afar, nodded slightly, and Upa suddenly stopped his movements.

"Alright, everyone now sit down slowly, follow my guidance to clear all distractions, slowly visualize an object in your mind, and then adjust your breathing to the rhythm of my breathing. ”

At Uppa's voice, Nepartak slowly closed his eyes and began to think about what it would be good to meditate.

At this moment, he subconsciously thought of the big mirror in front of him, and in his mind, a hazy and strange mirror slowly emerged.

All the sorrow, pain, and despair in his heart seemed to have found a place to pour out, and the whole person was completely calm and calm, without thinking about it, and the whole person seemed to have been sublimated.

All the troubles of the past are far away from him, and the whole person seems to be alive again.

In a distant arcane retreat, Simon kept studying with a book of spells with overlapping shadows.

Suddenly, a little smile appeared inexplicably on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flickered slightly.

In the Mirror of Eternity, many negligible tiny forces poured in from the void, and then were completely absorbed by the Mirror of Eternity.

In the originally desolate and empty underworld, there is an inexplicable peculiar charm, and the entire underworld seems to have a sense of tranquility.