[Respawn point has been reset ......]

When the caramel snail wakes up, the weather is no longer so groggy, the sun is purple in the east, the breeze is warm, and the humidity characteristic of midsummer has subsided.

"Well, it feels like another day has been wasted."

But after all, it's the end of the season, the experience has already been full, and the level has reached the upper limit, and the caramel snail is not in a hurry to pull the combat power, so it should be out to play and change the mood.

He left the room, and Li Oz had been waiting for him in the restaurant for a long time.

"You slept in."

Li Oz picked up the bone china cup and took a sip of coffee.

"It's better to say that you woke up early, and besides, I can't decide what time I get up......

Caramel Snail complained.

The game sets the minimum sleep time to be no less than 8 hours, what can he do.

"Get up, let's have breakfast."

Leoz casually tapped the milkshake with a spoon, then spread out the newspaper and read the news that had happened last night:

"There was a fire in the city of Suro last night, but fortunately there were no casualties. Some members of the public claimed to have heard noises that made it difficult for them to sleep......"

Syllable!

"Noise!"

Before Xia Beiluo's words fell, the man who came out of the reflection in the window immediately scolded:

"These priests who have no sense of connoisseurship actually call punk noise? Is there a little brain? But if you don't copy two verses of scripture, you won't have any artistic understanding! ”

"Stop, stop!"

Xia Beiluo hurriedly waved his hand:

"This is in public, aren't you afraid of being detected and taken away by other mediums?"

"Don't yell at yourself, people won't notice you. As for me - why should I be afraid? ”

With his hands on his chest, Igor stepped out of the mirror on his own, then sat down across from her and asked rhetorically.

"No kidding, you played music last night, encouraged the crowd to set fires everywhere, danced in the streets, and almost didn't kill anyone!"

Xia Beiluo muttered.

"Didn't that make a fuss?

Gore innocently said:

"Don't be in such a hurry to dump the pot at me, how do you know that those people won't be very happy in their hearts? Maybe they've been tormented by the curfew for so long, and they've been suffocated for a long time. ”

"There is no such thing! The church says that the curfew is to protect people from being harmed by the spirits. ”

"Well, I understand, I understand. They have said this since ancient times, first by arranging rotations, then by the night watchman, and then by a large scale, and when they found that standing guard could not solve the problem, then they simply forbade going out at night - guess what happens later? ”

Igor scoffed:

"They're going to take away your power step by step, and eventually you'll have to ask the gods to eat and drink —, the church is still like this. I'm so familiar. ”

Xia Beiluo was speechless.

"Your meal."

The waiter casually threw a bowl of oatmeal porridge and boiled potatoes on her table, and Xia Beiluo hurriedly thanked her twice and devoured it.

"Don't worry, no one is stealing swill from you." Igor crossed his legs, holding his head in his hands, and looked at ease.

Xia Beiluo didn't pay attention to him at all, and just buried his head in hard work.

Fourteen hours earlier, Igor had manipulated her body and used music to direct an unprecedented riot.

With his guitar playing, people rushed into the streets, singing and dancing, and at the end of this midsummer, blatantly disobeyed the church's curfew orders.

They threw torches at church buildings, strangers hooked up with each other, drank and talked, men kissed women, women kissed women, women kissed dogs, and dogs were thrown into the sewers.

At that moment, there was nothing but freedom, or rather, chaos in the air.

Frightened, she escaped from Suluo City overnight with her luggage and guitar, fled all the way, and came to this car hotel.

Charbelo had seen it happen, and she knew exactly how Igor had done it with the guitar - she glanced at the guitar case in her hand and couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth.

"Igor, who the hell are you?" She closed her mouth and asked in her heart.

"Dead people."

Igor said casually.

"I know you're dead...... I mean, who were you before? ”

Xia Beiluo asked seriously.

Igor replied:

"The poor, the workers, the musicians, the dead."

“…… Gone? Xia Beiluo was surprised: "That's it, that's it?" ”

"What more could you want? A boring emotional history, a down-and-out background, a chaotic upbringing, and a clichéd blackening awakening? And then he fell angrily -, save it, that thing was outdated in my day. ”

Igor Choi tried to touch the cigarette on the table, but as soon as he grabbed his hand, it immediately turned into a puddle of phantory crumbs.

", how bad is your psionic sense? I don't even have the ability to move at all, so I really have a little bit of back, and it's in your hands. ”

Xia Beiluo looked at the other party and scolded, but her mind calmed down, she recalled the content of the textbook, and asked tentatively:

"Your body is not made of spiritual power...... Are you not a spirit? ”

"Of course I'm not, if I were a spirit, on this planet full of [Mediums] and [Shamans], I would have been arrested a long time ago."

Igor said this, suddenly stood up, and he walked a few steps from side to side.

"How am I going to explain to you, it's a complicated process, I'm the way I am, there are a lot of reasons, 50 years ago, I did a lot of earth-shattering things. But now, even if I play it again, they won't remember that I was there...... , it's sad to think about it, I'm now down to picking up junk in a junkyard. ”

Igor crossed his hands and looked out the motel window.

Xia Beiluo thought for a while and said, "You mean, you should have been a big man before, right?" ”

"Big shots? No, I'm a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of those big guys, they want to get rid of me every day, but people like me, they believe in everything I bring to them, so they don't dare to get rid of me. ”

Igor sighed:

"And then, I died in a car accident, ironically - those priests tried to kill me but couldn't, but a runaway car did."

"A car accident can take your life - are you mortal in life?"

"Of course I am, I've been mortal all my life."

Igor said, took off his sunglasses, and looked at Xia Beiluo, but the words changed:

"But I'm not right now."

"Now, you're ......"

"I don't know what I am."

With his sunglasses in his hand, Igor walked up and down the restaurant, occasionally looking at the billboards that looked like they were a decade or a decade ago:

"You don't need to consume spiritual power to walk in the sun for a long time."

He stood in the sunlight, unharmed in the face of the purple sun.

"Touching a living person will not take away the body temperature of the other person."

He casually brushed the shoulders of passers-by, who did not respond.

"It won't be seen by anyone other than the owner of the guitar."

He even sat down at the bar to block the view of the proprietress who was still staring at the mime on the TV.

"These places are definitely not close to regular spirits."

"But I am sure that I have transcended the 'spiritualist' worldview limited by the [weird] path, and their idealistic understanding cannot understand my existence, and only a different set of worldviews and epistemic concepts can explain my existence."

"If I could, I would like to know what I am."

(End of chapter)