Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "It's not this kind of sadness, but a kind of despairing sadness, a kind of pain about dying, and attachment to the deceased relatives. This feeling is getting clearer and clearer... I can feel that they really
Very desperate."
The more Zhu Lin listened, the more mysterious she became. She scratched her head and said: "This...Master, I really don't understand. Then...how can we help them? Let them out? But these little guys belong to the Fantasy Pavilion, and we have no right."
Take them away. Besides, it’s freezing and snowy outside, so if you go out, you’re really going to die.”
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "I don't know either, they are very panicked."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone raised his phone, there was a click, and a flash of light came on. Then the man chuckled and said: "I took a picture to see the effect. It doesn't look very good. Come again, take a few pictures and post them on Moments, haha..."
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"Don't take pictures! Don't use flash!" At this time, the waitress at the door shouted.
But the man seemed not to hear and continued filming.
The waitress continued to shout: "Please cooperate and don't turn on the flash."
"It's so dark here, I can't take pictures without a flash," a woman complained, and then she took two pictures.
As soon as she took the lead, the others followed suit and turned on their flashes to take pictures. For a moment, the flashes flashed randomly...
Zhu Lin frowned and said, "Aren't these people too unruly?"
Fang Zheng's frown deepened. Just when everyone turned on the flash to take pictures, Fang Zheng clearly felt that the fireflies' panic had intensified. Are they afraid of the flash?
However, the number of fireflies in front of us is increasing, and there are no adverse reactions. What is going on?
At this moment, the squirrel said: "Master, I saw many fireflies falling into the grass."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he quickly observed carefully. In the dark room, there were not many things that could be seen clearly. There were only fluorescence and flash. The fluorescence was dim and flashed for a moment, which was not suitable for illumination and observation. On the contrary, it easily affected the observation.
However, Fang Zheng still saw it. He saw a firefly falling from the sky, landing on the grass, vibrating its wings, and then there was no movement, and it seemed that it could not fly.
Are you tired?
Fang Zheng was confused...
At this time, Fang Zheng saw a small hole at the back of the house, and fireflies were constantly being put into the small hole. Fang Zheng suddenly realized it and muttered: "No wonder there are more and more fireflies. It's not that the original fireflies are flying, but
More fireflies have been put in. The amount of fireflies put in is too large to fall down, so it seems that the number is increasing, but it still looks good."
The squirrel said: "Master, why do I feel that these fireflies are getting more and more panicked?"
Fang Zheng nodded, bypassed the crowd, came to the door, and asked the anxious and helpless waiter: "Why don't you get out of the way of the flash?"
The waiter said: "This is a rule. These fireflies are very fragile. Flash lights and other things can easily kill them."
"Kill them?" Fang Zheng finally understood why those fireflies were panicked. They were not here to perform, but to the execution ground! No wonder they were afraid. Who else was not afraid?
The waiter said: "Yes, we release tens of thousands of fireflies every day, and only a few hundred can survive at the end of the day. Alas..."
Hearing this, Fang Zheng's heart ached again, and he said with a bit of anger: "So many people die every day, why do we continue?"
The waiter was startled by Fang Zheng's words, and then said: "How would I know? I am just a part-time worker. I will do whatever the superiors arrange."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he knew he had lost his temper and said, "Sorry, I got a little excited."
Zhu Lin was stunned and said: "My monsters, there are tens of thousands every day, and only a few hundred are left to die. This... is basically a mortality rate of 99%! This... is simply fireflies.
Hell!"
The squirrel followed: "It seems I was right, this is not a dream space, this is the morgue of fireflies."
"Everyone, please stop turning on the flash, the flash will kill the fireflies." Zhu Lin came to her senses and shouted.
Upon hearing this, everyone turned back to look at Zhu Lin with puzzled expressions on their faces.
The man who first took the flash photo said: "How is it possible? This is light, not a bullet."
The waiter said: "Sir, this is true. These flashes are like bullets to fireflies."
Another long-haired woman curled her lips and said: "You businessmen are afraid that if we take photos and show them to others, there will be fewer customers after seeing them, right? Let me tell you, you are really bad at doing business. We take photos.
The photos are beautiful and if you post them on WeChat, more people will come."
"It's just that you guys are terrible at doing business." Others agreed.
The waiter was anxious: "What I said is true, fireflies are really afraid of flash lights."
"Are you afraid? Let me give it a try and let everyone see if any fireflies are killed!" the long-haired woman shouted.
"Okay, let's watch." Others said.
The long-haired woman was about to take action when a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the woman's arm and said, "Donor, isn't it too cruel to experiment with life?"
"You..." The long-haired woman was about to get angry, but when she turned her head, she saw a bald monk wearing white monk robes looking at her with a serious look on his face.
She was stunned immediately. This is Heishan City, and Fang Zheng is definitely a household name here. Many people may not recognize senior officials, but basically everyone knows Fang Zheng.
So the woman exclaimed: "Abbot Fangzheng?!"
When she shouted, everyone else came to their senses and looked at Fang Zheng.
By now, Fang Zheng also knows that hiding his identity is no longer interesting. He needs his own identity to help him improve his persuasiveness.
Seeing everyone exclaiming, Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, donors, what Zhu Lin just said is true. If you don't believe it, why do you do experiments with fireflies? You all have mobile phones, go out and check online.
In a moment, won’t you have the answer?”
"Abbot Fangzheng, there is no need to check. I don't believe what others say, but I believe what you say." The woman immediately made a 180-degree turn and was the first to stand on Fangzheng's side.
"I believe it too. Just stop taking pictures." The man who took the picture first also put away his mobile phone.
"I really don't think that a small flash can kill fireflies..." someone muttered, but then put away the phone.
At this time, a child shouted: "Dad, I saw a firefly fell and stopped moving."
When the man heard this, he squatted down and looked in the direction the child was pointing. At this sight, the man's heart trembled. He said tremblingly: "Everyone, look!"
Everyone squatted down to take a look. At this look, everyone took a breath of air!
The long-haired woman even exclaimed: "There are more under the grass! There are so many!"