Luo Binhan never dreamed that he would miss him one day. He did not have it before, but when he was walking on the road leading to the room, a ∈ that was completely imagined by him was nagging at him.
Gosh! ∈Say to him. Have you thought about this? You definitely haven’t thought about it! This is so weird, isn't it? I can name ten weird things about this in one second. Listen carefully: Zhou Yu is holding that brooch, Zhou Yu is holding that brooch, Zhou Yu is holding that brooch—
Luo Binhan swung his left hand, making a loud bang on the wall. Only then did the ∈ in his mind die. It was worth it, but his left hand still hurt. Blood of Shadow is obviously just a decoration.
He continued to walk forward, and by the time he arrived in front of Jing Huang's door, he had already thought of a plan of speech. He pressed the doorbell and greeted Jing Huang with a smile.
"What are you doing here again?"
"Come to inquire about something."
"...The matter of Zhenfeng has nothing to do with you."
"I didn't plan to ask that." Luo Binhan said. He walked around Jing Huang with a smile, walked to the hammock and petted the black cat. His finger was immediately bitten roughly.
Luo Binhan withdrew his fingers and put them on his pants to wipe the blood, pretending not to hear the violent roar in the bed. He grabbed the questionnaire and sat back on the soft chair, and said earnestly to Jing Huang: "Sit down, Master."
Jing Huang stood still and didn't move. Luo Binhan grabbed the questionnaire and said, "You remember there is a wooden box in my closet, right?"
"Not impressed."
"You must have found it, okay? I asked you to buy something for the visit, and you rummaged through the box to find the car key. When I came back, I found that the box was open - it was full of tie clips. A turquoise One silver one, one pearl one, all are gifts from Zhou Yu. Do you know why she didn’t give these things to Zhou Yu?”
"oh."
"Because neither she nor I have ever seen Zhou Yu wearing a tie." Luo Binhan said. He recalled the days he lived in Lihai City, especially the days when he occasionally visited the apartment where Zhou Yu lived alone. Zhou Yu probably has a formal suit like that, who knows if he has actually worn it. He was very familiar with his old friend's white coat, which was always hung in a dust bag in the cupboard, and there were more than one. He asked Zhou Yu what that was about, and was told that none of it actually belonged to Zhou Yu—in fact, they had all belonged to Zhou Yu's father. An expert. A famous doctor. A person said to be very similar to Zhou Yu. However, Luo Binhan had a vague impression of this person. This person had no specific appearance or expression in his mind, only the tone of voice coming from the cross-country phone call, and various descriptions of his father. Before today, Luo Binhan imagined him as a middle-aged version of Zhou Yu, a scholar of few words but loyal to his profession. Before today, he had never doubted the personality of his friend's father, nor had he thought about the vague light and shadow that existed in his childhood memories. Before today, he did not realize that he had been deceived by his father's stories for many years. He actually knew nothing about the research conducted abroad by "brain medicine expert Zhou Geqing".
"I was once trapped in a city on that planet." Luo Binhan said, "I and a girl - she was actually a bug, I found out later, that's not the point - at that time, we were surrounded by a group of psychopaths, oh , a bug, but it looked like a lunatic, stuck in a sculptor's house. At that time I thought I might die there, I guess you didn't know about it because you were busy at the time."
"...Is that all you want to say?"
Luo Binhan shook his head. He unfolded the questionnaire in his hand and showed the one with the illustrations to Jing Huang.
"The leader has a gun." He continued, "I don't have much impression of him now. I just remember that he has a good voice. But when I saw this picture today, I remembered that he not only has a good voice. , it’s strange that he knows how to dress up. He is no longer a human being, but he still has a brooch on his tie. Hey, do you see it? It’s this one. It’s exactly the same. This paper asked me if I have seen similar objects. I really I’ve seen it before. What does this thing do?”
"...It's the researcher's mark."
"It must be related to Wan Zhong?"
"Ah, that's it. Generally speaking, there will be some specific signs in the risk area where the insect phenomenon appears. No matter how far away or how different the civilization is, the followers will wear similar ones after a period of time. Decorations, specific legends and vocabulary will also spread. Central City feels that there may be some mystery hidden in this pattern. Like the green stone you got in Lihai City, which is a phenomenon inducer, it is also listed It is an item directly related to the risk of all insects.”
"Is that why you showed up?"
"It has nothing to do with that... Even if it does, it's only indirectly. Before landing, I didn't know that your place was a risk zone. But it doesn't matter. You are far away from the earliest incubation stage. Even if I didn't come, you wouldn't be far away. People will also find out in advance.”
Luo Binhan stared at Jing Huang's expression, wondering how much of these words were true. Now he doesn't even trust his own memory. Isn't that strange? He and Zhou Yu once had such a strange mountain holiday, but he had no memory of it. In the past, he had seen his enemies wearing dragonfly brooches, but had not the slightest connection with them. There seemed to be a huge black hole in his head, and all the thoughts pointing there would always slip away or fall inescapably, until he met Asabam - until he crossed the river of mist, and... Became part of Senluo. "They" noticed the existence of black holes while examining each other.
He moved blankly for a few times before finally deciding to speak up. Because in the final analysis, he was not sure. All of this might be just a random fantasy, a poisonous curse placed on him by Asabam.
"Why did Zhou Yu hold that brooch?" he asked, "when we were very young? Who gave it to him? Why did you give it to him?"
"It's fate." Jing Huang replied without any fluctuation.
"I'm not kidding."
"Neither did I. Although I don't know what you're talking about, it's not surprising that Zhou Yu met Wan Chong. He just has that kind of physique."
Luo Binhan's throat had begun to feel dry. He forced himself to ask: "What physique?"
"Since you came here on your own, you should already have the answer in your mind. There is no need for me to say it myself, right? I only promise to help him keep the secret until he can no longer hide it, and I have no obligation to give you the answer by the way."
Jing Huang raised his head high and said in an inhuman tone: "Cause and effect cannot be changed. I won't hold back because of his current condition. You can argue as much as you like."
Robinham didn't realize when he stood up. He only felt light-headed and his thoughts were spinning wildly around the black hole. There are some extremely absurd thoughts floating around in it. He and Zhou Yu have known each other for many years, long enough to verify all the secrets of each other - is that true? Does Zhou Yu really exist? Or were his friends just a bunch of squirming monsters in every corner he couldn't see?
"He's a bug." He said tremblingly, "His father was actually the one who put him together? His mother's car accident was also fake? And you promised to help him keep it a secret?"
He used his greatest courage to overcome the pain and tell this terrible guess. Everything in his past would collapse in front of this truth, leaving only Jing Huang's last sneer.
Jing Huang did not sneer. He stood motionless, his brows slowly unfurling and his head tilted to one side. In the end, the man almost tilted his head to look at Luo Binhan, as if he wanted to see something new from this unique angle.
"You were a bamboo craftsman in your previous life, right?" Jing Huang said, "So good at making things up? Why don't you guess that you are a worm?"
Luo Binhan retorted without thinking: "You live in a nest with insects? And you eat in the same pot with insects?"
These were the last words he had time to say. The fiery storm drove him all the way to the door, followed by a kick on his butt. He took off neatly and landed smoothly at the end of the aisle. When he turned to look back at the room behind him, there was an explosive roar from behind the closed door.
