The afternoon wind carries a few autumnal freshnesses, and the autumn sun passes through the golden foliage and hits the bluestone pavement. Heavy military boots tread the winding path up the path and stopped in front of a bamboo building.

Pushing the door in, the female officer who came forward to salute with one hand waved, and the owner of the military boots walked quietly with light steps. Walk slowly up the bamboo staircase. When you enter the second floor, you will be greeted by a large white bed and a bundle of white bandages lying on the bed.

"Why are you here, anxious to see your sister's jokes?" A lazy female voice came from the sickbed, and the white bandage collection looked up and slanted at the person, not having a good airway. "Fuck off, old man on the front foot, little bastard on the back foot, recuperate and recuperate, quiet and fart, I think the old lady is not seriously injured, right?"

The person who came took off his hat and put it under his armpit, covered his face with one hand and secretly took out his mobile phone with the other hand and began to take pictures, trying to hold back a smile and ridicule: "Sister, your style is really enough, a little ink in the white bushes, highlighting a maverick, your set is really ahead of the times, and the master of the aesthetic collection of fantasy is my sister Di." “

"If there is a fart, let it go, if there is no fart, get out of it, and there are few things that are too much to obstruct." The white calloused chrysalis on the bed pushed the pair of brown sunglasses that stood outside the layered bandages between her fingers, which were also wrapped in bandages, and turned her head out of the window, as if looking at the cloudy sky outside the window through the layers of bandages and the brown lenses.

"Okay, let's get down to business, sister, this time my dad is worried about you, let me come over to see if the Qingjing Sutra is useful." The young man straightened his face and said. The white bandage on the woman's body on the bed is actually a Taoist mantra written by a master, the "Qingjing Sutra", which is used to suppress the strange flames on the woman's body and alleviate the pain of burning.

"It's useless, I've said it, with this thing, the black fire won't break out." The woman tilted her head and tapped on the high, straightened bridge of her nose with her old-fashioned brown sunglasses. "By the way, I still have to thank Dao Chang Sun for me when I go back, thanks to Dao Chang that day, otherwise a few of you will toss the old lady to death."

"Sister, what did you see in the town that day, what is it, what can make your eyes like this..."The young man looked at his sister, who was bedridden and miserable at the moment, and couldn't help but sigh and ask.

"Don't ask again." The woman's tone suddenly became less sarcastic. The voice gradually soothed and deepened, as if stating some established fact. "That is not something that man should know, and those who see it should suffer without exception." The woman continued to look out the window in a daze.

The reason why she suffered a heavy blow that day was because she tried to see the body of a god with the eyes of a mortal.

It is human nature to avoid danger urgently, and it is also human instinct to be curious and explore when encountering the unknown.

Had it not been for the man's intervention, she would have been like a fire-fighting moth, burning brightly in trembling, fear, and worship, and looking directly at the beauty of the gods from death. That kind of beauty, suffocating and deadly, but also extremely tempting, makes people unable to extricate themselves and sink into it.

"Don't talk about this, how is the eldest brother, is he still grounded?" The woman asked rhetorically, turning her head and bending her elbows.

"Big brother, the lockdown has long been over, but I'm still guilty about what happened that day, and I don't go out of the door and don't nest in the confinement place." The man scratched his cheek and said helplessly.

"It's good to let that fool rise and learn a lesson." The woman snorted coldly. His own Han Han No. 2 will always be the master whose brain is one step faster. On the day she was taken home, she was careless, and she hurriedly took off the sunglasses that suppressed the black fire in her eyes, but she didn't want this move to almost cause a catastrophe. Without the suppression of the sunglasses, the black flames burst out suddenly, spreading like a tide, devouring everything that came its way. For a while, her surroundings were like falling into hell, if it weren't for the presence of Dao Sect Gao Zhen and her decisive action, she would not have been seriously injured...

Directly ask the Lord of Shangqing Guan to do a lying down ceremony.

"Okay, okay, fortunately, no one else was hurt. Tell that fool to get out of the confinement, you don't have to guess that you know that you are borrowing alcohol to kill your sorrows. Tell him that the next time he is locked up, there will be no alcohol to drink. ”

"Deling, there is one thing to say, I have long felt that the eldest brother's confinement is too comfortable, and he doesn't have to do anything to eat and drink, and he should have stopped his wine a long time ago!" Speaking of Brother Pit, he is very energetic. The man's eyebrows flew and he said, "Sister, why don't you pinch our brother's cigarette for him?" ”

"Okay," the woman glanced at Han Han No. 3, who was a little carried away in front of her, "and when I can move, I'll talk to him myself, and I'll say that his good brother suggested it." "She has three Hans in her family, two Hanhan her eldest brother, three Han Han her younger brother, as for the big Hanhan, it is her who cut the five hundred mantras woven by the master of Shangqing Guan and Tianxue silk into bandages, and wrapped her daughter into a national treasure-level show to tease her father.

"Don't don't don't Sister Qing, be merciful, be merciful......" The man sneered, not daring to say more.

"Anything else?" The woman tilted her head and asked, Mu Bai seemed to feel the sharp gaze under the triple seal of sunglasses, bandages, and black fire, and he couldn't help but shudder after being afraid of his second sister to the bones, and hurriedly said: "There was no change between the town and the port that day, but three days ago, there was a large-scale spontaneous combustion in the port, but there were no casualties, and the boss was invited to tea by the people of the Security Bureau, so the port has been suspended for a few days." ”

"Spontaneous combustion?"

"It was still under investigation, but after such a toss, even the scene of the crime was gone, and the boss cried miserably. This matter will be closed after a fine of money. ”

"How did the events of that day end up being explained?"

"On the surface, it was reported that the gas explosion was reported, and the spontaneous combustion of condensed fire crystals was secretly qualitative, and the East 66 experiment was successfully spread on the Internet, and the Doomsday Sect said that it was the destruction of the ball god, and the conspiracy theories on the Internet all said that the underground military factory was terrorized, and Tianren issued a statement saying that they were responsible for the incident."

"What a mess this is," the woman rubbed her forehead. Anything else? ”

"I guess it's probably gone."

"If it's gone, don't get out!"

"With the order, the subordinate brother will retire."

"By the way, if a photo leaks out, when I can get off the ground, you won't be able to get out of bed."

“...... Sister, I'm going to delete the circle of friends..."

“...... Give, old, mother, get out! ”

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On Wenchang Road, Qinghe District, Qinshi City, in a room near an apartment building, a teenager curled up in front of a computer, staring at a white screen, his chin on his knees. The door of the room was closed, the curtains were drawn, and although it was daytime, it was a little darker. On the screen in front of me, there are only a few numbers in the document. He was sorting out the causes and consequences of this mission, but he found that his mind was in chaos and his thoughts were in chaos. The sudden task, the hasty preparation, he ran all the way as if he was being dragged by a man, only to find that the man let go of his hand and laughed and gave him a hard kick in the ass. In retrospect, there were too many coincidences along the way, and it wasn't until he ran to the man's side and saw the blood-stained, tired smile that he realized that all this was planned by the man. It seemed that everything was within his expectations, and even the fact that he was able to rush to send him the last side seemed to be written into the script, until the end of the big play, the leading actor left with a smile, leaving only the dragon to stand in place with a confused face.

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, and you won't be able to figure it out anyway." The boy muttered to himself. This so-called life philosophy that Rory said was taught to him by that man. After meeting at the age of seven, he was taken around by men. Stumbling to join the current "tide", no matter how dangerous and dangerous it is, it has grown so big. Under the influence of words and deeds, the young man also developed an "energy-saving" character, and it is precisely because of this that he did not care about the many strangeness of the man in his previous actions.

No way, he's the man who fed him with a handful of and urine... Pulling big, some inherent habits are also influenced by him, and even the action report that is now sorted out in front of the computer is taught to him by men.

"Is it too much dependence and blind trust...", he couldn't help but think back to the man's last lesson, perhaps the many flaws in his previous actions were also the content of this lesson.

That day, as his vision slowly recovered from the blazing whiteness of the pillar of flames, it was as if something vital in his heart had been sucked away. The feeling of suffocation was like a tide drowning him, and the feeling of powerlessness spread from the soles of his feet upwards.

As far as the eye can see, the land of ashes. The scorched rock burned with black fire, the tumbling metal slurry flowed freely, and beyond the ashes, everything was business as usual.

Taking a deep breath, the boy lowered his curled and somewhat numb legs. With a long sigh of relief, the boy recalled from the beginning that he had received a text message from the man, "Go ask for a few days off and go on a mission." "At the beginning, everything was recorded in detail and without mixed feelings. The ever-changing characters on the white screen were reflected in the boy's black pupils, flickering and jumping continuously.

After hitting the last stop and clicking Save, the boy closes the document and turns off the power. Lie on your back in a chair. Inside the room, as the last light source went out, darkness fell and silence spread.

A whimper sounded, as if the abandoned young beast was nostalgic for its hometown that it could not return to, and secretly licked its wounds.

He has never been able to be as free and easy as a man, he is still just a child.

Although he had not had a childhood for as long as he could remember.