"Okay, okay, no one else is here, stop acting." After Huang Ying entered the building shrouded in thick fog, his resolute face and cold aura instantly collapsed, and he looked at Han Fei speechlessly.
At this time, Han Fei was still immersed in the drama, looking at Huang Ying with piety and admiration.
"Are you exaggerating? No, no..." Huang Ying felt that even wearing a master's acting mask was not as realistic as Han Fei's performance. Only then did he remember that Han Fei's job was an actor.
"I have cleared the eighth level of nightmare before you came. Because I used an impermissible power in the nightmare, I am now being targeted by the nightmare. Are you sure you want to enter the ninth level of nightmare with me later?" Han Fei
He grabbed Huang Ying's arm and said, "You're here, why don't you give it a try?"
"Just give it a try." Huang Ying and Han Fei walked forward side by side. They passed through the lobby on the first floor, entered the corridor, and went up step by step.
"The shrine of dreams is on the top floor. Every time you clear a nightmare, you will be one step closer to it."
When they reached the corner of the second floor, they felt a sense of weightlessness, and Han Fei and Huang Ying were swallowed up by endless darkness.
The hot wind blew across their cheeks. Han Fei and Huang Ying opened their eyes. In front of them was a two-story building that was burned by fire.
Not far from the small building, there was a man dressed very strangely, carrying a bucket of gasoline and rushing towards the sea of fire.
"Isn't he trying to put out the fire?" Huang Ying pointed at the man: "Should we stop him?"
"No, just wait and see what happens."
The gasoline barrel was thrown into the sea of fire, and soon there was an explosion. The roof of the small building was blown through, all the glass on the floor was shattered, and the sky was filled with debris!
"Hahahaha! So cool!"
The man's fingers were also burned, but he didn't care at all. He picked up the fire ax next to him and threw it at the flowerpot outside the small building.
After destroying everything, he sat in the middle of the yard and looked at the burning house like a child admiring fireworks.
"Good-looking, so damn good-looking!"
After a moment of rest, the man grabbed the fire ax and turned around. He saw Han Fei and Huang Ying on the side of the road: "What are you looking at?! Do you want to call the police? This is my house! I can burn it however I want!"
"If you were walking on the street and suddenly found a man burning his house, you would stop and look." Han Fei said in a relaxed tone: "Is your house haunted? Why did you burn it down?"
"I do!" The man felt like an outlaw: "I don't think you two are good people. Do you want to escape from here with me?"
"Escape?" Han Fei looked around. Except for the ignited house in front of him, this ninth-level nightmare was completely dark and completely shrouded in darkness. According to his past experience, players cannot enter pure darkness and want to explore elsewhere.
You can only follow the crazy man.
"If you don't leave, you may be left here forever, in this cage, and become a prisoner of life." The man's words seemed to have a deeper meaning.
He carried the ax to the roadside and got into the only car.
"The nightmare on the ninth floor should be bigger than the eighth floor. We can't be trapped at the starting point. Let's follow him." Han Fei and Huang Ying opened the rear door and got in.
"It's great that I have you two as companions on the road. I won't be lonely on this late-night trip." The man put the fire ax on the passenger seat and turned up the car stereo to the maximum: "Life is short, it's time to indulge.
Just indulge, don’t wait until you are old, you can’t move anymore, and go to the nursing home to cry alone.”
"But what does this have to do with you burning down your own house?" Huang Ying entered a nightmare for the first time, and he didn't understand.
"Goodbye to the past! That house contains my life that was like garbage. Only by burning it can I be reborn!" The man handed the tablet in the car to Han Fei: "Choose whatever songs you want to listen to, without any restrictions.
, meeting is fate, my car is your home!”
Opening the playlist, Han Fei glanced at it - "It's a Misunderstanding", "It's Not What You Think", "It's Just Drinking", "I Can't Remember When I'm Drunk", "I can't help you if you think that way"
》……
"Your playlist has a story." Han Fei didn't order any songs, but flipped through other information as quickly as possible. Except for some games, the tablet was full of photos of a girl, but the girl's face was obscured by various layers.
Living.
"That's not only a story, it's heart-breaking! What a **** I fucked!" The man said sweetly: "Let's not talk about it anymore. What are your names? We must have a title for each other.
?”
"My name is Han Fei, and this is my brother Huang Ying."
"One is Han and the other is Huang. Your stories are not simple." The man has a wild personality and speaks very directly: "My name is Zhang Mingli, a senior network engineering designer and a director of the New Shanghai Photography Enthusiasts Association. I used to
I also participated in volunteer teaching, teaching Chinese, music and ideological and moral character.”
"You teach ideological and moral ethics?" Han Fei glanced at the co-pilot's fire ax with a strange expression.
Huang Ying, on the other hand, was very calm, because he knew that even a "midnight butcher" like Han Fei had served as an inspection teacher, so it was not difficult to understand that an ideological and moral teacher would bring a fire ax when he went out.
"Damn it, I'm very civilized, okay?" Zhang Mingli argued loudly. He was about to argue with Han Fei when he suddenly saw an old man wearing a shroud appearing on the road in the distance.
The old man walked slowly from the side of the road to the middle of the road. When he saw the car approaching, he not only did not hide, but also stopped directly.
Zhang Mingli's reaction was also very direct. He stepped on the accelerator. This guy had just burned down his own house and seemed not to be prepared to live at all.
The speed of the car increased sharply, the night wind howled, and Zhang Mingli had no intention of slowing down!
"Calm down! I'll pay for the porcelain at the worst!" Huang Ying was a little anxious, while Han Fei next to him had silently fastened his seat belts for the two of them.
"What's the matter? This road is often haunted. How could that person wearing a shroud and running in the middle of the road in the middle of the night be a human being? It must be a ghost!" Zhang Mingli accelerated again, and the car ran forward like a crazy beast.
Seeing the car getting closer and closer, the old man in shroud clothes finally got scared. At the last moment, he didn't care about anything and rolled to the side like a donkey.
"You are blind! You didn't see anyone on the road!" The longevity crown hung crookedly on his face, and the powder on the old man's face was wet with cold sweat: "You are driving so fast to get reincarnated!"
Hearing the old man's insults, Zhang Mingli didn't tolerate him at all. He slowed down and rolled down the window and stuck his head out of the car: "I fuck you, you old porcelain dog! I called you ***! Hit and die*
****! Get out of here! You ****!”
Zhang Mingli was extremely aggressive and made the old man in shroud's face, which was covered with white foundation, become angry.
"I have met this old man three times, and he has blackmailed me every time. I suspect that this old man has remembered my license plate number! No! I can't bear it anymore!" Zhang Mingli became angrier as he spoke. He stepped on the brake, opened the car door, and lifted
Fire Ax rushed out: "Come here! Let me hear you curse again! Don't run away!"
Han Fei and Huang Ying were sitting in the car, watching Zhang Mingli holding a fire ax and chasing an old man in a shroud on the night road.
"Is this the ninth level nightmare?"
"How can I put it this way? This level is different from the previous levels of nightmares that I have cleared."
A few minutes later, Zhang Mingli came back out of breath: "That old grandson ran very fast. No wonder he dared to touch porcelain. He has some skills."
Restarting the car, Zhang Mingli continued to drive forward.
Han Fei, who was sitting in the back row, glanced at the navigation system. Zhang Mingli was not driving blindly. He had a destination. Han Fei was a little curious about where the end point of this journey would be.
"Why don't you two talk? We just met each other, and now it's the hottest time, so why are you all silent?" Zhang Mingli seemed to dislike silence, and he was even afraid of it.
The driver's mental state was extremely unstable, so Huang Ying really didn't want to talk now.
Han Fei recalled the clues he saw in the car and said casually: "Actually, I am very confused now. I am often confused about life and love. I have been suffering from insomnia for several months."
"Is this a coincidence? I'm a professional counterpart! I can enlighten you just right. I used to be a teacher of ideological and moral character." Zhang Mingli laughed: "At your age, you usually only worry about two things. The first is lack of money, and the second is lack of money."
Second, there is a lack of love.”
"I do have some love problems."
"Tell me, does the person you like not like you? Or the person you like ran away with someone else? Or did she betray you?" Zhang Mingli drove with one hand and lit a cigarette with the other hand.
"Actually, I've had eleven girlfriends."
"How much?!" Zhang Mingli almost bit off the cigarette. This was not the story he wanted to hear.
"Eleven." Han Fei nodded and entered the state of mind. Huang Ying next to him turned to look out the car window. He did not dare to say a word.
"Then you are so troubled! I won't allow you to listen to my playlist!" Zhang Mingli is not young, but his current mental state is very "pure".
"Among them are my subordinates, my bosses, school teachers, and my childhood sweetheart..."
"Okay, okay, no more introductions." Zhang Mingli waved his hands repeatedly: "Still a childhood sweetheart? I have never heard of such a word. The girls who grew up together in the past called me the diaosi from the same village."
"Although I have had so many girls, I still don't understand what love is. I don't understand what real love is?" Han Fei was involved in the drama, and his emotions were conveyed through the subtle changes in facial expressions. Sadness
, pain, suffering and longing mixed together.
"People like you who can get love casually definitely don't know what love is." Zhang Mingli lit another cigarette: "I tell you, love is hurt! It's painful! The deeper the love, the more painful it is!"
"Has Teacher Zhang had a similar experience? What is your love like?" Han Fei said the question he really wanted to ask, a strange playlist, a photo of a girl with her face covered, and drove to a certain place desperately
The night train at the end of the road seems to be a hint of love.
This chapter has been completed!