After checking in the inn, Zhang Shun was sure that the psychics and the back door were not here, so he left the inn and walked towards the Spartan Fitness Center, the second familiar place he was -.

There were more acquaintances on the road, and Cooper's hair was still as messy as a bird's nest, and even the size of a bean raindrop could not be pressed down; Liu Jun was smiling bitterly, and after showing this expression and saying words willing to give up the task, he only lived for five seconds; Pan Shizi and Cai Yunzi walked together, and both of them were smiling carefree; Du Cheng looked at the red paper in his hand and stood next to a Paster; Zhang Jing kicked Lu Zhiqiang's butt, his mouth was half open and cursing, thinking that it was related to words such as little brats and frizz.

As he walked, Zhang Shun stopped next to a man with dark skin and tall figure. Time could not dilute everything. After three years, this face was still so clear.

This is a typical oriental man, with dark hair, slender eyes, a standard national face, a round nose, and a short and thick braid hanging from the back of his head, which is greasy and is very delicately braided.

Ten years of mercenary, this guy took care of Zhang Shun for seven years. He turned Zhang Shun into a child who knew nothing into a supernatural mercenary worthy of dependence. Until the last moment of his life, he was still taking care of Zhang Shun - isn't the big hole with a diameter of four centimeters on his forehead the best evidence?

The edges of the bullet holes caused by the sniper rifle were uneven and the wounds were bloody, but the man's expression was very calm and even a little satisfied. He looked straight into the distance, his eyes full of pride.

"A role model", this is the name Zhang Shun gave to this big man later. It sounds nice and appropriate.

"This guy's brain is made of metal!" The captain often used this sentence to describe this strong Mongolian man. Based on the extremely simple reason that "both Asians" was extremely simple, he took good care of Zhang Shun. Zhang Shun could no longer remember how many lives he owed him. If there was no role model, he would have died ten years ago. The role model took care of Zhang Shun for the last time and finally paid the price of his life.

This guy's brain is indeed made of metal. Afterwards, Zhang Shun often thought about it like this, pouring strong wine while crying. If it weren't for metal, how could the sniper rifle bullets not penetrate his head and only make a hole in his forehead? If it weren't for metal, how could this guy stubbornly treat Zhang Shun as a young boy who knows nothing, and even sacrifice his life for him?

The death of the role model became an opportunity for Zhang Shun to transform from a sneak attacker to a firepower attractor. Zhang Shun once vowed that he would never let any companions sacrifice for him, even if this vow would cost him the price of his life.

The rain kept flowing from the top of the head to the chin, forming several streams on Zhang Shun's face, washing away the salty and unknown liquid.

"Now, I have a chance to repay my kindness." Zhang Shun rubbed his sore nose, patted the shoulders of the billboard fair, left without looking back, and silently thanked Cooper. It was him who gave Zhang Shun the opportunity to repay his kindness.

I walked into the Spartan Fitness Center and walked around, but nothing abnormal appeared. Master Gu was smoking a pipe, just like when I first met.

Back on the street, Zhang Shun's figure shuttled among the still pedestrians, looking so lonely. He was not in a hurry, because the illusion and dreams were like that, and the passage of time would definitely be much faster than in reality.

A few hours later, Zhang Shun sat on an open space and cursed loudly.

Only then did he realize that the maker of the illusion was too generous and showed something that was incompatible with the world from the beginning to him - heavy rain.

All items can only interact with Zhang Shun, and if he doesn't touch them, they can only remain absolutely still - except for this rain.

This loss is really great! In order to find clues to the "back door", Zhang Shun wasted too much time, shopping centers, Guokui Restaurants, underground parking lots, Bolt Hotel... Although he would not feel tired, it was still very difficult to search so many places carefully.

After venting, he stood up from the ground, looked up at the sky and sighed. What if he knew that heavy rain was the back door? It was not a good thing to have too much clue. He could not find any clues about how to go out.

There is only the last place left, which is a place that Zhang Shun has never been to and is unwilling to go again since he was reborn.

Stepping on the main road north of the city, although I haven't walked this road for ten years, Zhang Shun knew that this road would be open, and the end of the road was where he grew up and learned - Qingji Children's Welfare Home.

As an abandoned baby, he hated his parents when he was very young, but as the frequency of incomplete atomization became higher and higher, he gradually "understood" the reason why his parents abandoned him - no one was willing to live with a monster.

"You are a monster!" When Zhang Shun showed his misted arm to his best friend Xiaodong on his fourth birthday, Xiaodong said this and then burst into tears.

Xiaodong's reaction scared Zhang Shun to tears. The two of them stood in the corner of the yard and cried loudly. Not long after crying, Xiaodong was frightened and ran away. In order to stop the monster Zhang Shun from chasing him, he picked up a stone and threw it over.

Xiaodong was very strong, and the angular stones hit Zhang Shun's forehead hard and smashed a hole. Zhang Shun was still standing there crying, and his forehead was swollen, and blood was still flowing from the top.

A classmate called the teacher after seeing it. The teacher hurriedly took Zhang Shun to the infirmary for treatment and asked him what was going on.

Zhang Shun could not lie at that time, and was unwilling to say Xiaodong's name, so he could only answer the teacher's questions with crying. The helpless teacher finally left the matter unresolved. Xiaodong, who had deliberately avoided Zhang Shun since that day, was adopted a few months later.

Since then, Zhang Shun has become a "naughty ghost". He would rush out of the classroom during class, run away suddenly when talking to the teacher, and hide in the toilet in the middle of the night to cry - he has really become a monster, an introverted and maverick monster.

People who do not abide by discipline are very unpopular in orphanages. The teacher often punishes him, but Zhang Shun will still run away when punishing him, as if he is deliberately trying to oppose the teacher.

All of this is just Zhang Shun's secret that "I am a monster". At that time, his superpowers were still uncontrollable and suddenly appeared. The misting was only a part of his body. In most cases, the arms were on his arms, and occasionally the bodies and legs appeared.

Incomplete atomization gathers but does not disperse. Without physical substances, Zhang Shun will fall miserably when his legs are atomized, but what is it? At least the teachers and classmates will not look at him with the eyes of monsters.

After getting older, Zhang Shun began to be bullied by senior students. Because the teacher did not like Zhang Shun, he turned a blind eye to his bullying, which made those senior students even more unscrupulous.

After being bullied so badly, Zhang Shun began to resist. After swinging the first punch, he became a regular visitor in the confinement room. Although he was much shorter than his senior classmates, Zhang Shun dared to take ruthless measures and was not afraid of punishment. He could win five of the ten fights.

Later he often thought that he dared to let go and kill people, probably because he was cultivated from that time. Without the "role model", he would probably become a perverted killer who would do everything he wants.

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The rusty iron railing gate of the orphanage was tightly closed, just like in the past.

At that time, Zhang Shun liked to hold a railing with his hands, press his forehead between the two railings, and look at the traffic outside. If a child noticed it, he would smile and shout, "No one wants Xiaoshun, Xiaoshun is going to run away!" and kept repeating.

Zhang Shun actually didn't want to run away because the outside world was too strange. He was just too lonely. He hoped to find someone who could understand him - or a monster. If someone said to him outside, "Come on, follow me, my body will also turn into black smoke." Then even if he squeezed his head into distortion, he would pass through the narrow iron railing.

He reached out and pushed the railing, and the door opened slowly as if he was sobbing. Zhang Shun took a deep breath and walked into the orphanage.

The rain was still very heavy. He had just walked a few steps and heard a "buzzing" sound. The sound came from the teaching building, mixed with the sound of rain and couldn't hear it clearly. This was the third sound in the fantasy world besides thunder and rain.

"It's true here!" Zhang Shun wiped his face and changed the trajectory of the water flowing on his face, so that the rain would not suddenly flow into his eyes when he encountered an enemy.

Since the other party has spoken out to lead the way, Zhang Shun has no reason not to go. He cannot find the back door, and the only way to get out of the illusion is to kill the person who created the illusion.

Walking into the teaching building cautiously, the sound of rain suddenly became less. Zhang Shun finally heard clearly that the "buzzing" sound came from the piano in the music classroom. The sound continued unchangedly and would not weaken at all, adding some strange atmosphere to the dark teaching building...

The light in the teaching building was very dark, and the floor was paved with wooden strips. The wooden floor at that time was very different from the ones now. There was no tenon and no mortise. As long as the person stepped on it, it would squeak.

The closer you get, the louder the sound of the steel strings. This single, continuous sound makes people irritated. Zhang Shun's heartbeats faster and faster, and it feels like making a horror movie. In horror movies, the probability of the male protagonist surviving is very small.

When he walked to the door of the music classroom, he put on fists. Those talismans and magic weapons were probably not available. The only ones he could rely on were these pairs of weapons.

When I gently pushed open the door, the first thing that caught my eyelid was the pitch-black Pearl River piano. The piano was very old and had been placed in the corner of the music classroom for many years. The back of the piano was facing Zhang Shun, and he could not see the person playing the piano.

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