In my ear was the soft voice of the head teacher, "When I was a freshman in high school, the first time I saw you, I thought this kid ......was strange and pitiful."

Ye Sheng picked up the glass of water, his eyes were gradually numb by the hot air, his lips touched the edge of the cup little by little, and he tilted his head slightly, but the moment the hot water touched his lips.

Ye Sheng experienced an unprecedented heat!

The heat didn't come from his lips, it came from his back and shoulders!

The red butterfly, like a birthmark, was now burning his skin like fire.

Ye Sheng instantly regained his senses, he gritted his teeth, raised his eyes to look at the person opposite, and without thinking about it, he threw the cup in his hand over, and then quickly took out the gun. Hot water poured on the head of the "head teacher", and the water trails slid down the head teacher's forehead, corroding his skin and corroding his whole person.

Ye Sheng stood up and wanted to get out of here, but as soon as he took a step, his foot kicked the corner of the table and fell to the ground, his wrist was rubbed bloodied. The side effect of shooting that A+ bullet was a pain that made his soul tremble.

The red butterfly on his shoulders was hot, and the heat climbed all the way up his neck.

Ye Sheng's eyes were bloody.

He didn't know where it was.

The moment that silver arrow shot at the story king.

The story king used the pen in his hand to bring him here...... He thought it was the story king's past, but he didn't expect that there was also his own past. If he had drunk that glass of water, he would have died here forever and ever.

Sweat seeped into his eyes, Ye Sheng pressed the ground and struggled to get up from the ground. But his brain throbbed violently, every cranial nerve was tense, and the heat on his shoulder burned to the moment he thought of it.

It's hot and hot.

A crazy and bloody image flashed through his mind.

He saw a sky full of red butterflies flying upward.

In an instant, the taut string broke.

Bang, it's the sound of glass instruments crashing in the air! He heard deafening sirens, heard footsteps, guns, rage! In the blue light woven by countless high-tech technologies, white insects grew on the corpses one by one, they were densely crowded, and finally broke out into butterflies, surging towards him like a tide, devouring him.

The wings of the butterfly are gorgeous, and the tail looks like a golden shooting star.

The red butterfly is like a sea, drowning him.

In the suffocating feeling of falling into the sea, he seemed to see a person again. In the resplendent casino halls, in the land of entertainment to death. In front of him was a mountain of chips, and the man sat across from him, chin propped up, and looking at him with a smile on his lips. All the well-dressed guests were embarrassed and held their breath, terrified that they would do something and ruin the place without saying a word. Only Ye Sheng knew that the invitation letter he received was an extremely ambiguous line. "Long time no see, my chief."

These pictures are broken and unorganized, and there is no logic, Ye Sheng is now in pain and loses his mind, and he has no energy to analyze it. He gritted his teeth, blood and sweat mixed together, and he almost staggered out of this classroom.

He broke free from the illusion against himself.

The moment his fingers trembled and pushed open the door, he woke up and returned to the Time Bookstore.

The king of the story was shot by that arrow, but in fact, he didn't have much power. So I can't trap him for long.

This time, the sound of the correct stir-frying, selling, and fragrant smells came to my ears. The bookstore was full of people, and the dust floated in the golden light. Ye Sheng held back the pain, looked around the bookstore, and after finding the boss who was dismantling the book, his eyes were fixed, and he ran over quickly.

"Boss!" His voice was eager and fast.

"I'm looking for Cheng Xiaoqi, do you know where Cheng Xiaoqi is?"

There was also a man squatting next to the bookstore owner, perhaps his child. This boy looks like he was raised rich, and he was fat for nothing. Now he is tearing down the book in pain, and he said in disgust: "Why is it "Night Sailing Boat" again." The bookstore owner was about to open his mouth to reprimand him, when he heard Ye Sheng's question, he raised his head and saw this strange guest, and was instantly stunned.

Ye Sheng: "Boss, I'm looking for Cheng Xiaoqi, where is Cheng Xiaoqi." ”

The boss looked at his eyes, was stunned, and said confusedly: "Cheng Xiaoqi? He's in school, it's time for class. ”

Ye Sheng: "Thank you." When he had finished speaking, he ran out.

The boss in the back was dumbfounded: "This ......"

In this era, the security room of the school was not so strict. When Ye Sheng entered the school, the bell rang, just as the bell rang for the end of the last class in the morning, and the students rushed out. He didn't know Cheng Xiaoqi's class seat. But combined with those diaries and those words, he knew for the first time where Cheng Xiaoqi would go.

Ye Sheng ran all the way, and finally arrived at a long-abandoned teaching building opposite the playground of this middle school. The school building had collapsed in half, and few people would come over. Here, it is Cheng Xiaoqi's most ideal secret base.

Discarded tables and chairs are piled up everywhere, and garbage brooms are strewn across the stairs, making it difficult to move around. Ye Sheng endured his physical discomfort and went upstairs step by step, the soot in the corridor was pungent, the light was dim, and when he arrived at the roof of the ruins, the light and wind shone down, as if he had been reborn.

Ye Sheng held the gun tightly in his hand, and at the end of the rooftop, he saw the king of stories as he wished. Today's story king has become a child.

He sat barefoot on the edge of the rubble, dozens of meters in the air below. The schoolbag and notebook were placed on the ground, and Ye Sheng once again saw the quiet and barren temperament in him.

Stand at the end of time, at the end of the story.

Ye Sheng held his breath and took out the gun.

Hearing footsteps, the little boy turned his head. He was as gray as a mouse, but there seemed to be a glimmer in his eyes, and when he laughed, there was a purity and clarity that surpassed everything.

Ye Sheng looked at him expressionlessly.

The boy laughed, "You're here." ”

Ye Sheng was unmoved.

The boy said, "It seems that you are not held back by the past, which is amazing." If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to get out. ”

Ye Sheng said in a hoarse voice: "The king of stories, the seventh moderator, is it interesting to pretend to be a child?" ”

The boy was silent, a twisted hatred on his innocent face, but soon he regained his expression. Maybe it's because you know that no matter what you do, it won't help make up for it. There is a strange calmness in the story king.

He looked up and sat on the roof of the ruins, looking at the huge campus.

The king of stories said: "Ye Sheng, I said before that I admire you very much, not only because of your ability, but also because you can get rid of the past and come out of that kind of birth." ”

Ye Sheng thought he was talking nonsense. But now his hands are so tired that he can't even hold the gun steadily, and he must mobilize the spirit of his whole body to gather the bullets in the gun magazine.

The story king said: "I wanted to write a story in Huaicheng before, write a story about justice. But the story failed because of you, and my poem was not read out on the radio and told to the world. ”

He looked at the blue sky and read the poem softly: "I want to turn into a torrential rain and wash away all the ugliness of the world; I want to be a lightning bolt and illuminate the filth in the hearts of those in power; I want to turn into a sharp blade, split this hundred years of chaos of right and wrong, and let justice and goodness meet...... They traded fear, blood, and death for money, power, status, and ......"

When the story king read this, he laughed to himself, and he whispered, "Ye Sheng, have you come into contact with the Unnatural Bureau?" Have you come into contact with the world that belongs to the Anomalous? ”

Ye Sheng still didn't say a word. He didn't want to deal with the Unnatural Bureau before, and he didn't want to take the initiative to contact the Stranger.

But after that...... He might really be going into that world.

"If you really know them, you'll know how twisted the world is," the story king said. ”

"Like the story I wrote when I was alive, the world itself is a coffin on a coffin. I thought that if I jumped out of the small coffin of Qinghe Town, there would be no people who reversed black and white, but Huaicheng was a big coffin, and there was also a group of rumors and slanderers in it. When I died, I became the master of the grotesque, thinking that this was the end, but it turned out that the essence of the world was a big coffin. ”

"Everybody lives in lies."

"The power of the Executor comes from heresy, the power of the Unnatural Bureau comes from heresy, and the infinite wealth of the Alien comes from heresy. I haven't been to the heavily guarded Butterfly Island, but I can assure you that the justice you owe is not as righteous as you think. ”

Ye Sheng finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Do you think that my allegiance is justice?" ”

Story King: "Isn't it?" ”

Ye Sheng's sarcastic expression has said it all.

The story king said with a strange look in his eyes: "Forget it, let's not talk about this, although this is the first time we have met, but we have known each other since the Yinshan train, you should be familiar with me." ”

Ye Sheng didn't want to deal with him at all.

The story king said, "Actually, we don't have to be enemies, we can still be friends." ”

He sat on the ruins and looked at Ye Sheng with a pair of barren and calm eyes.

"We should have a lot of common ground, shouldn't we? We have the same unfortunate birth, the same bumpy life, and we also have a loved one in our hearts that is difficult to give up. ”

Ye Sheng was silent for a long time, and said softly: "How can you have a common topic with me, you don't even have a common topic with Cheng Xiaoqi." When one day, even your mother can be used by you as a bargaining chip for negotiation lyrics, Cheng Xiaoqi is already dead. ”

The story king fell silent for a moment.

Ye Sheng said indifferently: "I have read your story from life to death." It's exciting, but it's time to put an end to it. ”

The story king was silent for a long time, and then chuckled sarcastically. He turned his head, his hands propped on the ground, and looked at Qingping Town from the ruins.

Looking at this childhood that trapped him all his life, looking at this sky like a pure land. The voice was soft: "I really didn't expect that I would disappear here." ”

"You have read my story from life to death. Aren't you afraid that one day this will be your story? ”

"After all, we have the same birth, why can't we have the same ending."

He stretched out his hand and picked up the manuscript next to him, which was "Outside the Coffin".

The king of the story said quietly: "When I left Huaicheng, I wanted to destroy everything and write this article "Outside the Coffin", but there is also a sentence in this article that is wrong, the last sentence. ”

"'When life and death are meaningless, there is no need for stories to exist.'" In fact, there is still a need for the story to exist, because the end of time is never death, but forgetting. ”

"When I was a child, I was wrong, not that the story happened between life and death, but that life and death happened in the story. It will leave behind your joys and sorrows, your past, your life, and your death. Let you 'live' truly and eternally, and live in the hearts of people who want to know you. ”

"Ye Sheng," the story king looked up. The boy had a smile on his lips, but there was the deepest malice in his eyes, and his voice was like a curse from the eighteen layers of hell.

"So, I wish your story to be as wonderful as mine."

Ye Sheng finally condensed the last bit of supernatural value in the gun, and there was another layer of faint blue at the intersection of the pupils that were black and white to the extreme.

The wind from the rooftop ruffled the hem of his shirt, and he hunted like a big white bird.

Bang——!

Like the last drop of water to the sea.

Ye Sheng pressed the trigger and fired the last shot on the ruins of the rooftop of the campus.

The bullet pierced the boy's body. The manuscript in the boy's hand was loosened, rolled up by the strong wind, and flew away like a paper airplane.

Blood spilled from the corners of the story king's mouth, and the strange madness in his eyes dissipated, as if they had turned into innocent eyes that contained light again. He watched him quietly, his body and the ruins annihilated.

From the beginning of Huaicheng's arrival at the station, all the pursuits, weirdness, blood, and madness faced by the station, at this moment, seemed to have come to an end.

The cause was the barbaric massacre in the womb of Yinshan, and the birth of the fetus was the retribution of prejudice and ignorance, after all, the first to be put on the table were their biological parents.

Every story after that was soaked in blood and hatred. Through love, family affection, friendship, all the happiness and suffering of human beings. Qin Ruiping, Duan Shi, Song Zhang, Su Jiande, Liang Xu, Ghost Mother. It's like seven tenants in a grotesque city. In the whirlpool of love, hate and desire, every adult is unrecognizable.

Huaicheng's black and white rights and wrongs, the punishment of losing eyes and hearts. It is the purest and most extreme view of good and evil that only children have. The story king who is trapped in the past.

"If only people could live in stories for the rest of their lives. Open a book and you can gain a new friend. ”

"So does anyone really cook with locust flowers? What does elm money taste like? What does it taste like duck eggs and 10,000 years of dungeon? How lifelike it is to be able to swim to the paper. I want to see war elephants, I want to see impalas, I want to see small aspens. ”

"But when I grow up, will they still be there? And I, am I still the same person I am now? ”

Is the Giant's Garden still covered in snow?

Did the puppet learn other expressions?

Has the bird found its tree friend?

Three brothers, do they know what happiness is?

And me, is my childhood still there?