"Mr. Xia, before I left China, I always had a huge doubt in my heart, that is, why my sister had to expel me from my hometown. With my academic performance, I can go to the top universities in China, and I have always been in the top 10 of the total score in the city's middle school joint examination. My sister said, let me go out to open my eyes and see the world—Elder Wen said the same, and sent me to Europe with a large sum of money. At the same time, he contacted the big names of the beggar gang in the Americas, and within three years, he sent me to 45 countries, as far as the depths of the primitive tribes of Africa. Together, they wanted me to see the world and see all the wonders. I had a hunch that they must have asked me to do something earth-shattering, so they spared no effort to lift me to a high place. Now, I seem to understand—"

Bing'er's face was full of sadness, and her eyes were already full of crystal tears.

"What do you understand?" I was also confused.

Traveling is the foundation of learning, but it is not necessary. According to the estimation of her travel itinerary, it is a huge amount of money, and this kind of travel does not bring about the expansion of knowledge, but the growth of the mind and vision, which is meaningless to ordinary people.

"Plum Blossom Mansion Notes. Bing'er replied.

I frowned, and for a moment, I couldn't connect Elder Wen's ambition with the Japanese's "Plum Blossom Mansion Notes".

The most mentioned key item in the "Notes of the Plum Blossom Mansion" is the Divine Water Mirror, but Elder Wen and Red Sleeves sent Bing'er abroad to cultivate talents. The two, one during World War II and the other in the 21st century, do not seem to intersect.

"With that kind of travel between heaven and earth, 80,000 miles across the world, I can understand the 'Plum Blossom Mansion Notes'. All they asked me was to stand on the highest place, look down on the booklet, and understand its meaning—a game of chess against heaven and earth, so that Fusang would not be distracted. That's what they intended, and for that, they spent more than half a billion yuan on me. If you read that booklet, you will know what the Japanese are trying to do. ”

I didn't say anything, and let her go on slowly.

The situation of the countries of the world is like a chess game, and this is a truth that wise people throughout the ages have understood.

The ancient sages of the Chinese nation created Go and Xiangqi in order to use concrete means to teach future generations the complexity of political struggle. Illustrating imaginary things in a way that only wise men who are close to God can do.

Many historians and metaphysicians have pointed out that in addition to the recorded ancient gods such as Pangu, Nuwa, Shennong, Fuxi, Yandi, Huangdi, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Chiyou, there must have been a higher wise man who was not included in history and created all the knowledge related to "wisdom, strategy, strategy, and strategy". This person is so hidden that even his whereabouts are completely annihilated, allowing himself to completely disappear into history and become an "invisible person".

The greatness of this wise man seems to be reflected in Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching", for example, Lao Tzu once exclaimed that "the sound of the great sound, the elephant is invisible", that is, the realm of this wise man is too high, so that everyone is invisible even if they look up, and it has reached the point of "silent, invisible but eternal".

He has always existed, and when heaven and earth become a game of chess, it must be him who sits on the side of the chessboard. He is above all known wise men, the unknowable "Buddha" who is "above the thirty-three days" in Zen Buddhism.

With the help of Elder Wen and the power of the Red Sleeve Move, no matter how much she exhausted her wisdom, Bing'er could only understand that the chess game of "Huaxia vs. Japanese Invaders" surpassed ordinary people, but it was infinitely far away from the realm of the great wise.

"Actually, I am an outcast, and after a full meal, I used my life as a bomb, threw it with all my might, and died with the enemy. Bing'er said.

The expression on her face was very bitter, and there was both indomitable determination and heartbroken reluctance in her eyes.

"This is my life, my life. She added.

Her sorrow came to me like a tidal wave, and I couldn't help but feel depressed.

One life, two fortunes, three feng shui - except for the big people who can "change their lives against the sky", no one can make too many changes in fate, luck, and feng shui. This is the rule of the human world, there is no square circle without rules, and if everyone does not follow the rules, our social structure will soon collapse and be destroyed.

I know one thing for absolute certainty, and that is that I can't help Bing'er, and I can't change her life.

"Is this also related to the 'Infantile Technique'?" I asked.

She and Elder Wen came to visit Lianchengbi for this matter.

"Yes, there must be a 'Nightmare Infant Technique' before you can proceed to the next step. Bing'er nodded.

Everyone knows that the effect of the "art of infantile retribution" is to cause people to grow backwards, from adults to babies, which must be related to the "sacrifice of boys and girls".

My mind was racing, concentrating all these seemingly unrelated things and giving them a certain logic.

Bing'er's life is to "transform into a virgin to participate in the sacrifice through the 'Technique of Infant'", and the living sacrifice is the highest level of human known sacrifice activities, and the life of the sacrifice will be deprived of the greatest sacrifice for the sacrifice activity.

Since it is a "sacrifice of virgins and virgins", there must be a "virgin boy" who exists. From this, I thought of Qin Gongzi again, the poor man who had long been trapped by the "Nightmare Infant Technique".

"To whom, what is the purpose of the sacrifice, where is the sacrifice, is it irretrievable, what is in your heart? Are you willing to make yourself a living sacrifice? If you don't want anyone, can you force you? Are you threatened by others......?" In an instant, I asked eight questions in a row.

Bing'er answered me in just three words: "I don't know." ”

This is the most desperate answer in the world, knowing nothing, but moving forward, shooting a shot, but not looking back.

"Everyone has their own life and has to follow their own path in life, which is a tragedy and a responsibility. I said helplessly.

Since I can't save her, what's the use of saying more?

"yes, it's a tragic responsibility, I know. Therefore, I hand over the 'Plum Blossom Mansion Notes' to you, hoping that after a long, long time, if the turmoil in the rivers and lakes subsides and the world is quiet, I hope that when you look at this booklet, you can think that there has been my shadow in your life. Bing'er whispered sourly.

One day in the future, of course, I will think of her, and I can also think of the many people who disappeared in this battle, such as Aunt Guan, Chu Chu and others, and maybe add Tang Wan's name. When I thought of Tang Wan, my heart was stabbed violently, and I couldn't help but make a "cluck" sound in my throat, and I almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and I already felt the salty smell of hot blood under my tongue.

"Will you miss me, will you light a stick of incense in front of the window for me?" asked Bing'er.

I nodded, "Yes." ”

Bing'er smiled with tears: "Then I'll rest assured, now I only have one last request - give me a kiss, sincerely, not perfunctory, without distractions, only my beloved kiss in my heart." ”

She stared at me, two shy little flames rising from the tears in her eyes. A spark can start a prairie fire. I know that a fire has been ignited in her heart, and she has to suppress herself and make herself extremely reserved in front of the red sleeves, the city, and the sunset.

"Bing'er, I-"

Bing'er interrupted me hurriedly: "Don't say anything, just nod or shake your head." Nodding your head means yes, shaking your head means refusing. ”

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the three of them, all of whom had silently turned away.

Lian Chengbi is the person who knows the secrets of Elder Wen and Bing'er, the red sleeve is Bing'er's sister, and Xixi is a member of the Yueqing Gang, and the Yueqing Gang is the birthplace of the "Nightmare Infant Technique". The three of them all understood how much sacrifice Bing'er had to make, so at this moment, no matter what Bing'er asked, it was understandable and acceptable. They turned their faces away, and they acquiesced in the kiss.

I nodded and silently agreed to Bing'er's request.

Bing'er waved away her tears, then took a deep breath, stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and slowly approached me.

I hugged her with open arms, slowly emptying all the memories in my mind to give her this kiss with all my heart.

Everyone has a difficult road to take, and this kiss is not just dedicated to Bing'er alone, but represents my respect for the brave among women. This kiss is also equivalent to seeing Bing'er off.

"I'm ready. Bing'er said.

I looked down slightly, staring at her blood-lost lips.

"I will always remember this kiss in the infinite cycle of life, it represents that I once possessed your heart alone...... In the future, it will always stay in your heart, and it will always occupy a small corner. Mr. Xia, I will bless you forever, and I will bless your future bride, whether she is Miss Lian, my sister or other beautiful girls, I bless her, I wish you to grow old together, and become an extremely happy and happier person in this world...... Bing'er muttered.

My lips slowly moved closer to hers, and I gradually felt her warm snort.

Her face was filled with a happy and satisfied smile, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, ready to greet me. There is no doubt that this is a sweet kiss, but also a kiss of despair, like a person who has drunk to quench his thirst at the end of his rope, and drinking the last cup is a black farewell.

My heart was filled with sorrow, for after this kiss she had become so determined that her would die, and it was a matter of time before her life was gone.

In a sense, I also indirectly became her murderer.

"Mr. Xia, I'm ready, kiss me...... Like kissing your bride at a holy wedding years later, kiss me, and give me your heart in this moment......" Bing'er whispered again.

Bing'er is the kind of girl I like, and when I first met her in the ghost market at the south end of Shanda Road, she made my eyes shine. Such a good girl should have a bright future, but now her future has come to an end.

It's supposed to be a sweet, beautiful, dreamlike kiss, and if I can kiss without distraction, it's a perfect experience of giving and receiving. Unfortunately, in this harmonious sound, I felt something extraordinary.

First of all, Bing'er's voice has changed, from the original pure, clean, and feminine to charming, bewitching, and seductive, with a sophisticated taste that should not belong to her age and identity.

Secondly, her movements are very stiff, because of the stiffness, she completely loses the innocence and shyness of a pure girl, and is replaced by a trap of "*, hue".

What's more, my sixth sense sent a warning signal in time, telling me that there was another strange force behind Bing'er.