121. Chapter 121 The hanging silk favored by the true god
Li Mengnan waved to Wu Ansu, who had buried the explosive bag, and hid behind the service desk together. He twisted the two leads together and transformed into a match. He rubbed it casually on the sole of his shoe, and a cluster of orange-yellow flames accompanied by the pungent smoke of gunpowder.
It ignited.
The bright flame was jumping for joy like a naughty child. Even though it was half a meter away, Wu Ansu could still faintly feel the warmth emanating from the fire, which was completely different from the last lighter.
"Match? Why don't you just transform into flames? You can do that, right?"
Wu Ansu acted like a curious baby who had just entered kindergarten, almost completely forgetting that there were a large number of hostages waiting for them to rescue at this moment.
"My personal habit is to live at home and save as much as possible." Li Mengnan replied in a confused manner.
It wasn't that he didn't want to explain it to Wu Ansu, but this seemingly inconspicuous detail was actually quite complicated to explain.
One characteristic of the application of illusion is that it is easy to transform stationary objects, but difficult to transform moving objects, because compared to the simple spatial attributes of stationary objects, moving objects have an additional time attribute.
This may not be easy to understand. You can imagine that in the movies and TV shows we watch, those seemingly continuous images are actually composed of 24 or more still images per second. The same principle applies to illusions that transform objects.
But the illusion of moving objects is not as simple as a simple pile of pictures like in a movie, because in addition to analyzing the composition of the object itself, the illusionist must also analyze the movement trajectory of such an object, so as to create a flawless illusion.
Such a continuous illusion consumes a huge amount of mental power. Often, for objects of the same strength, the difference in mental power consumption between moving and stationary objects is as high as dozens of times.
However, after long-term use, magicians of all ages have gradually summed up a little trick that is almost cheating - because the cause of illusion comes from the human brain's perception of the world, the illusion of pursuing the ultimate reality also follows the same rules.
All laws and regulations of the real world.
This technique has always been used by magicians, but it has never been named. Li Mengnan generally calls it the "Law of Cause and Effect", which is very similar to the Buddhist saying.
To put it simply, it is to construct a simple "cause" through illusion to obtain a complex "effect".
Just like Li Mengnan cannot directly obtain the "result" of explosion through illusion, but he can achieve it indirectly through the "cause" of sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal.
The same goes for fire started with matches.
The biggest benefit of the law of cause and effect is not only to save mental energy, but most importantly, it can automatically create many dynamic illusions that cannot be obtained directly.
For example, explosions, random and irregular gas and flame expansion effects, cannot be accurately calculated and simulated by even the fastest computer in the world, let alone the human brain, which has far lower data processing capabilities than computers.
Although magicians of all ages failed to figure out the origin of the "law of cause and effect" in their entire lives, this does not prevent the "law of cause and effect" from becoming a crucial rule in the use of illusions.
Boom! Boom!
Although the power of black powder is far inferior to that of fertilizer and explosives, it is enough to deal with a weak earth wall.
Following two slightly muffled loud noises, broken clods of earth flew in all directions, and a large amount of dust stirred up by the explosion covered the entire front hall space with a layer of haze-like gray-yellow, making it almost impossible to see your fingers.
Although Wu Ansu, who was hiding behind the marble service desk, was not affected by the explosion, his ears were shocked by the huge noise and temporarily lost his hearing.
Holding back the strong nausea caused by the shock in his internal organs, Wu Ansu jumped out of the service desk with one hand, and rushed into the thick dust that was still rolling based on his memory.
"This silly girl really has only breasts but no brains..."
Li Mengnan shook his head, raised his phone with the camera turned on, pinpointed the location of the hijacker, and used the cover of smoke and dust to go straight around to the rear.
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Di Lingyun is a real name.
If it were a novel about martial arts and fairy tales, with such a domineering name, even if he was not the protagonist, he would at least be a peerless master with a considerable role.
Unfortunately, reality is not as beautiful and dramatic as fiction.
According to popular sayings on the Internet, Di Lingyun is just a loser.
Although this word that has long been used in the streets has now become a self-deprecating term for many people who are not living a satisfactory life, compared with Di Lingyun, those so-called hanging silks are just fake hangings that are surrounded by blessings and do not know the blessings.
He dropped out of school at the age of fourteen and returned home to farm, and followed his fellow villagers to work south at the age of sixteen. The joy of getting his first salary at the end of the month had long been worn away by years of repetitive work, leaving only an endless confusion about the future.
He once thought about earning a lot of money from working part-time, marrying a wife and having children in this bustling city, taking over his parents who had worked in the countryside for most of his life, and transforming into a glamorous city dweller.
Unfortunately, it was only after he entered the city that he gradually learned that his salary of more than 2,000 yuan, which was comparable to his parents' annual farming income, was just a few tables of slightly better banquets in this city, easily worth hundreds of thousands.
A house price of one million is a despairing astronomical figure, not to mention migrant workers like him, but also to the white-collar elites in nearby office buildings.
He who is covered with silken clothes is not a sericulture person.
It is a heartbreaking irony that people who have built countless skyscrapers with their own hands cannot own a small house of their own that can protect them from wind and rain.
Di Lingyun once had a girlfriend, she was a girl as innocent as a pool of clear water, and she was also a working girl who came to the big city with beautiful dreams.
Like many men who fall in love for the first time, Di Lingyun dotes on this girl from the same hometown named Xiaowei. He has not done anything deviant in the past six months since they have been together for fear of destroying this pure beauty.
He once thought that the two of them could go hand in hand happily like this, but until one day, Xiaowei broke up with him without any warning, without any reason, and was so ruthless that she seemed to have turned into another person.
He almost collapsed, as if he fell from heaven to hell in an instant. He could not figure out why the girl who was so tender and affectionate a few days ago suddenly became so cruel and heartless.
About a month after the breakup, Di Lingyun accidentally saw Xiaowei on the street. She was even more beautiful, had the trendiest perm, and held the latest mobile phone. She spoke in a sweet and sweet way that he had never heard before.
With a greasy voice, she acted coquettishly in the arms of a bald old man who was old enough to be her father.
Di Lingyun was so angry that he picked up a brick on the roadside like a mad bull and rushed forward... Then, he was punched by a strong man next to the bald old man who didn't know if he was a bodyguard or a driver and knocked him down in the cold.
on the cement floor.
He still clearly remembers that after Xiaowei dissuaded the bald old man from reporting the crime, she squatted in front of him and said something with a complicated expression.
"Ling Yun, these are the rules of this society. They are cruel and realistic. You can choose to fight, but you have no right to ask others to be the same as you."
From then on, Di Lingyun became taciturn. After work every day, he no longer bragged and chatted with his coworkers. He just lay on the bed alone and played with his mobile phone.
He has no ability to break the rules, nor can he change his own destiny. The only thing he can do is hide in the shadows and silently lick the wounds in his heart.
Loneliness is a person's carnival.
Over time, Di Lingyun began to like this kind of life, because there was no discrimination or suspicion on the Internet.
As long as you are loyal enough, there will be people who will call you brothers without having to have a dinner party. As long as you are funny enough, there will be girls who will favor you without flowers and gifts.
This is his paradise.
There is an old saying that goes, "If you walk too much at night, you will eventually encounter a ghost." As it has been floating in heaven, Di Lingyun was also lucky enough to meet a real angel.
It was a girl called "Hollow Angel", and her WeChat profile picture was that of a charming young girl.
Of course, after spending so many years on the Internet, Di Lingyun never believed in the so-called photos of beautiful women. After all, which girl doesn't have a beautiful photo tool on her phone these days? What attracted him was the other party's Internet name that seemed to be very sad.
Di Lingyun is used to chatting with girls whose names have a touch of literary youth, because most of these girls are full of youthful and romantic fantasies and are easier to open their hearts to strangers.
At first, he didn't pay any extra attention to this "hollow angel". He just chatted casually like other strangers on WeChat.
But as his understanding gradually deepened, he became more and more intuitive that the beautiful girl in the profile picture was probably the "Hollow Angel" himself.
Although the other party never mentioned her appearance, and never updated and modified so-called selfies in her photo album from time to time like other girls, the self-admiration that was inadvertently revealed between the lines during the chat cannot be faked.
of.
In order to prove his guess, Di Lingyun decided to meet this "hollow angel" in person.
Probably because they were already familiar with each other and the other party didn't take much precautions, Di Lingyun successfully found the other party's school address.
The "Hollow Angel" is indeed the girl in the photo. Although she is not as charming and charming without makeup, she has a clean and fresh temperament unique to students, which reminds Di Lingyun of his ex-girlfriend Xiaowei.
Although this girl is much more beautiful than Xiaowei.
Di Lingyun suddenly found that he had found that heartbeat feeling again, but the other party was obviously very disappointed. He said a few polite words and left in a hurry with the excuse that he still had homework to do.
But Di Lingyun did not intend to give up. Since he found that the contact between "Hollow Angel" and him on the Internet has obviously decreased, he has changed his contact method to writing letters, and from time to time he also sends some cheap or valuable messages to the other party.
Gift.
He doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. There's no way to pursue a girl without spending money. He's not naive enough to think that just a few handwritten letters of love can impress her.
Di Lingyun firmly believed that sincerity can make a difference, and he firmly believed that the other party would be moved by his sincerity. In order not to give the other party a chance to refuse immediately, he did not even indicate his address on all the letters and gifts he sent.
Just like this, half a year has passed, and Di Lingyun thinks that the time has come. In fact, for him, the time must come, because at this moment, he is already short of money and no longer has the ability to continue this money-burning pursuit.
.
So he drove to Sanshan City and dialed the other party's mobile phone with great expectations.
Refuse to answer, refuse to answer, and finally shut down directly.
Di Lingyun's hands and feet were cold, as if all the blood had been drained from his body in an instant.
Impossible...impossible...I'm obviously giving so hard, why doesn't she even answer my call?
Could it be that she, like that bitch Xiaowei, found another man?
No! Impossible!
I need to see her! I need her to give me an explanation!
In a daze, Di Lingyun didn't know what he had done, but he could vaguely hear a chaotic noise and a woman's scream.
When he woke up, he found that he was holding a switchblade to the throat of a five or six-year-old boy, and the area was blocked by a large number of police.
He could even vaguely feel a cold breath of death locking between his eyebrows somewhere above his head.
Boundless fear instantly filled Di Lingyun's body. He knew that he had no way out, but he was unwilling to surrender like this. After carefully observing the terrain, he carefully hid behind the hostage and gradually retreated to the underground supermarket in the shopping mall behind him.
The terrain in the supermarket is complex, and there is a large amount of food and drinking water. If you make good use of it, you can definitely deal with the police for a while until the police find Minnie and bring him in front of him according to his request.
Di Lingyun never thought about running away. In fact, he didn't think he could escape from such a tight police blockade. He just wanted to see Minnie again, and spending time with her might be the last time in his life.
But then Di Lingyun discovered that this was a trap. Just as the police brought the girl he had longed for in front of him, they launched a strong attack on him from two entrances in different directions.
It is said that when a person faces death, his sense of time will extend indefinitely. At that moment, Di Lingyun clearly saw the muzzle of the special police officer who broke in and raised his gun towards him, as well as his fingers that seemed to be slowly twitching.
Without the recall of the legendary memory fragments of his life, the fear of death made his mind go blank. He just subconsciously protected his head and face with his hands, even though he knew that this ridiculous move was meaningless in front of bullets.
However, the expected sound of gunshots did not appear. After a few seconds of silence, Di Lingyun was surprised to find that he was still alive.
The two exits from the supermarket to the outside world have been completely sealed, and what isolates them all are actually two huge walls that cannot be explained but are real.
Di Lingyun didn't believe in gods. Even if he had faith, he didn't believe that gods with high heads would perform miracles for people like him... If he was really a person favored by gods, he wouldn't be in this desperate situation today.