post scriptum: Childhood is a journey without a return trip.

Post Post Scriptum: The beginning of time is life, and the end of time is death, and all human stories take place between life and death.

Post Post Post Scriptum: Why do we tell stories?

When the ruins of the rooftop collapsed, Ye Sheng also fainted for a moment due to excessive blood loss.

He couldn't hold the gun, and with a flick of his wrist, the silver gun fell to the ground.

Ye Sheng swallowed the blood in his throat and bent down to pick it up, but saw a piece of paper next to the gun.

Ye Sheng was stunned. This is the second draft of the story submitted by the story king to Xiaozui, and the closing remarks of the submission to the radio station. He had left in despair, leaving behind an unfinished manuscript. But after reading his mother's letter, the young man finally forgave the world. Relieved of life and death, but also relieved of suffering.

The closing sentence requires more than 100 words, and it does exceed 100 words. A hundred years later, in the closing remarks of the radio station, there is actually a sentence missing.

This page shatters with the world.

The only thing left in the ruins was a pen lying alone on the rooftop. Writing down the grotesque roots of countless bloody PS is just an ordinary pencil.

Ye Sheng's fingertips trembled, picked up the pen, and the moment he picked up the pen, Ye Sheng's eardrums vibrated violently, and he was delirious in pain. But he moved quickly, picked up the pen, took the magazine off, and put the pen in. However, he was disappointed, not every heretic will have a supernatural value that can be absorbed after death. This pen only oozes a little bit of supernatural value, and I guess I still don't know when I accidentally got it from the outside world. Probably only E-class. Ye Sheng took off the pen and put it in his clothes.

The world is collapsing, and the rooftops are toppling down. This was the ruins, and a wall next to it was coming straight at him. He didn't know if he would be stoned to death by the chaos here before the world was completely destroyed and he was released.

Ye Sheng wiped the blood from his lips little by little, stood up straight, his jawline was tight, and his eyes were bloody.

He raised his gun and aimed it at the crumbling wall.

That's when it happened.

As if he had entered the place and heard a voice, this time he was about to leave, and he heard a distant, faint sound again.

From the end of the world.

The white light was dazzling, and the ashes rushed to the face.

The music flows slowly, bringing familiar melodies.

The melody he'd heard in the back seat of a taxi for countless late nights.

The little boy's voice was innocent and clear, like yellowed pages turning at the end of a snowy time.

"When I was very young, I asked my dad why we were telling stories."

"Dad said that there are three kinds of people in this world: those who listen to stories, those who tell stories, and those who live in stories."

"Stories help us record the years and seal the joys and sorrows."

The boy said.

"And people who grow up listening to stories will one day become the people in the stories."

Ye Sheng's eyes were soaked in blood.

All the past is like a tidal wave.

and like a cloud of smoke that has broken and dissipated.

*

[Dad said that there are three kinds of people in this world]

[The one who listens to the story.] 】

- "Hello everyone, it's half past eight in the evening Huaicheng time, welcome to Xiaozui to tell stories, I'm your good friend Xiaozui." Tonight, Xiaozui will continue to bring you all kinds of bizarre, funny, funny, and interesting stories, thank you for listening! ”

"Today's first contributor, Mr. Li, said that there is a lake called Lover's Lake in their university, and there is a bridge on the lake called Zhenzhen Bridge, and Zhenzhen Bridge has left countless legends about the true lies of love."

[Storyteller.] 】

- "Luohu Mansion was built 50 years ago, built around the lake, and the scenery is quiet. It's a pity that a corpse dismemberment case that shocked Huaicheng back then covered this place with a layer of panic and blood.

Thank you for participating in this Lost in Luohu event! Let's say hello to the original owner of the villa before we embark on an intense and exciting supernatural adventure.

On the first night, everyone sat down and talked all night, and each of us told a story. ”

[The people in the story.] 】

- "All the characters we met were characters from textbook fairy tales a hundred years ago, and perhaps more accurately, they were primary school textbooks in Huaicheng. The story that the story king once studied, the four texts in the textbook are "What is Happiness", "The Story of the Little Puppet", "Last Year's Tree", and "The Giant's Garden". Few people remember their childhood textbooks, but the stories you heard as a child will always leave something in your life. ”

[Stories help us record the years and seal the joys and angers. 】

- "Leave him your story." Tell him about your childhood, your job, your marriage, your joys and sorrows. The mood you felt when you gave birth to him, the thoughts you felt when you left. Tell him how to love and how to be loved.

One day, your child will read life and death, his mother, and at the same time himself. ”

[And those who grow up listening to stories will one day become the people in the stories.] 】

- "Urban Nightcrawler is a boy's reverie for self-redemption and justice. He is paranoid, pure, and distorted. So "Urban Nightcrawler" is destined to be a tragedy. When the fire burns, the whole city, all who have heard the story, will be martyred for justice as his bloody end. ”

The closing remarks of the radio station are required to be one hundred words.

In fact, at the end of this paragraph, there are two sentences that have not been included in Xiaozui Storytelling Radio.

This time it was no longer the boy's own statement, it was a conversation between two people.

The melody of the music is soft and gentle, like a boat on the water at night.

"What if one day I'll finish reading all the stories here."

The boy's voice was still innocent, and he asked suspiciously.

Then came the answer of the adult.

"Then, when you close the page, your story is already on your way."

The elder's voice was distant and blurred, softened by the years.

It's like flipping through a book to the end and closing it gently.

Bang!

Bullets break through walls, and the world returns to pure white.

["Actually, your life is a very wonderful story, you know? ”】

Bang!

The world is falling apart.

Ye Sheng held the gun, raised his head, and watched the broken sky light shine in from the chaos.

His eyelashes trembled, and he couldn't help but squint.

…… When you close the page, your story is already on your way.

Chapter 131: Get Out

"With Andrew's help, I broke the barrier of the Story King, but I didn't find anyone when I entered the Jiahe Mall. There is no breath of a living person here. I can't find any trace of them, Cheng Ze, you can help me contact the General Administration to see what the changes in the supernatural value of this piece are. ”

The sky of Huaicheng was covered with a hint of fish belly white, and the morning light shone on the Jiahe shopping mall, which was burned into ruins by the fire.

Luo Heng flicked the headset in his ear, his military boots stepped on the scorched earth, and his voice was low.

After a night of searching, his eyebrows and eyes also brought a trace of exhaustion. The cold wind blew the young man's short white hair, and he lowered his head, his light blue eyes full of solemnity. He and Luo Xingyan are roommates and have been on many missions together, and he knows Luo Xingyan's strength better than anyone else. Disappearing silently out of thin air meant that Luo Xingyan was trapped in the [space]. And being able to completely trap an S-level executive only means that the story king himself took action.

Seventh Moderator of the Heresy Empire......

Luo Heng's expression became more and more worried.

Andrew went to another area to look for him, and he was the only one left here. After turning around, no matter what perception was used, it was fruitless. Da, da. The entire silent ruins were only the sound of his own footsteps, just when Luo Heng was about to give up in frustration.

A familiar, tired voice came from behind him.

"Luo Heng ......"

Luo Heng was stunned.

This voice was too familiar to him, and when he turned around in dismay, he saw Luo Xingyan's hand poking out of the rock.

Luo Xingyan was seriously injured, his flesh and blood were blurred, his breath was dying, and he was scarred.

Seeing this scene, Luo Heng rushed over quickly, he squatted down, took off his white gloves to support him, and said anxiously: "Luo Xingyan? How are you? ”

Luo Xingyan doesn't have any strength now. He clutched the shackles in his hands and staggered to his feet. But the first time he stood firmly, he looked left and right, and didn't see any trace of Ye Shengning's microdust, Luo Xingyan gritted his teeth, he turned his head, the cat's pupils stood up, and he gasped and said, "I'm fine, I only suffered a little skin trauma." You can help me find it, find Ning Weichen and Ye Sheng. ”

Luo Heng: "Ning Weichen and Ye Sheng? "He knows Ning Weichen, and he can get Andrew's help, and it all depends on this prince to fall into trouble. But the name Ye Sheng, he heard it for the first time. "Who is Ye Sheng?"

Luo Xingyan didn't know how to explain to him, and said anxiously: "What are you doing with so much nonsense, you just help me find someone." ”

Luo Heng said: "I've been looking here all night, and I've found you so far." ”

Luo Xingyan said: "Because we just came out." Damn, you don't look for me to find it myself. Luo Heng knew that he was short-tempered, but it was also the first time he had seen Luo Xingyan so eager.

"I've looked for this one, let's go to the east."

Luo Xingyan gritted his teeth: "Okay." "The roots of his teeth were strangely itchy, and the ground was full of scorched earth and rubble, and he couldn't find anything to gnaw on. Luo Xingyan tilted his head, saw the silver badge on Luo Heng's military uniform, and simply stretched out his hand to tear it off.

They have been roommates for many years, but Luo Heng didn't react.

Luo Xingyan had already stuffed the badge into his mouth and gnawed: "Lend me to grind my teeth." ”

“……”

“…………”

Luo Heng took a deep breath, put on his gloves again, and he held Luo Xingyan: "Luo Xingyan, I will pull out your teeth sooner or later." ”

The east side is the place where Andrew is looking, and when Luo Heng hugged Luo Xingyan over, he saw that Andrew was standing in front of a person with great joy, and his face was completely relieved.

"Young master, it's okay if you're okay."

Luo Xingyan stopped his pace suddenly.

Luo Heng couldn't help but look over. is different from Luo Xingyan's embarrassment. Ning Weichen walked out of the ruins, still spotless. He was tall and tall, against the morning light, as if he had just experienced a catastrophe that was not him. This time, Ning Weichen was holding a person in his arms.

"Young master, young lady, this is ......" Andrew also saw Ye Sheng who was in a coma, and as a doctor, he wanted to treat him as soon as possible. But Ning Weichen stopped him.

Ning Weichen said: "Don't touch him." ”

His voice was calm, but like the thin ice on a winter lake.

Ning Weichen said lightly: "Ask someone to drive the car in and take him to the hospital first." ”