As the car continued to drive towards the cemetery, Mao'er, who took off his mask, and Fan Yuanrong were finally able to have a candid conversation.
"Let me tell you a story." Cat lowered his head and glanced at the back of his palm and said slowly.
"There was once a girl who was very ordinary, even a little good-for-nothing. The warmth and coldness in the world are not the same, so her pain would only make people feel noisy and cannot resonate with them. So the girl slowly learned to endure it alone, but
She still didn't go far, so she broke out after being ridiculed by the gangsters in the alley. What was the result? She was raped, insulted, and then... there was no more... Ha..." Mao'er raised his head and asked Fan Yuanrong:
"Doesn't it sound boring? It's not a disaster competition, so why are you telling these irrelevant stories?"
Fan Yuanrong shook his head: "Keep talking."
Mao'er was surprised, but her eyes gradually calmed down, and she continued: "The girl collapsed, she couldn't hold it anymore, so she decided to end it all, swallow some medicine, and die... Logically, the story ends here.
It should be over, but who would have thought that fate must continue, so the girl was dominated by another will. She clearly wanted to die, but she didn't even have the courage to die. She crawled out naked, and then asked others for help... She survived
She came to a standstill, and began to realize that she was not and was not that unbearable. She had friends and a brain, but what she lacked was the will to resist the world. So she was clearly the same person, but lived a completely different life..."
After hearing this story, Fan Yuanrong had already guessed Mao'er's true identity, but there was still a trace of uncertainty.
He is no longer the old pervert who needs a woman to accompany him when sleeping, nor is he a ruthless egoist who only cares about his own survival. He is Fan Yuanrong, an old man that no one can see through.
"The consciousness from another world helped her create a huge organization, and it was divided into two sides: light and dark. The dark side never considered human ethics and morality and only acted according to orders. The bright side was the National Security Department, but it was later disbanded due to internal differences.
, some people formed the First Central Axis, while others continued their previous research, would you like to know what they each did later?" Mao'er gave up.
Fan Yuanrong smiled and said: "More than that, I want to know what happened to that girl?"
Mao'er was startled for a moment, then lay down, leaning on the back of the chair and looking out the car window charmingly, sighing softly: "They are separated."
Fan Yuanrong was puzzled: "Separated?"
"Yes, just like conjoined twins who share one brain and have been separated through surgery, they are finally independent and free. They no longer need to listen to another voice to dictate their behavior and preferences." Mao'er said clearly enough.
Already.
Fan Yuanrong fell into a brief silence after hearing this, and then laughed meaningfully: "No wonder her acting style when I met her was so different. It turned out to be because of this."
Mao'er turned to look at Fan Yuanrong and asked, "You just feel something is different? You have no suspicion? You have not investigated?"
Fan Yuanrong shook his head and said: "For people like me and Lao Zheng, there is really no need to overthink these things. Therefore, we have not delved into anyone's identity, because as long as I, Lao Zheng and Lao Li do not interact with each other,
Suspicions, with my teacher’s guidance, the problem will always be solved
And solved.”
"What about this time? Li Douxing died so suddenly, wouldn't you feel uneasy going to his funeral?" Mao'er asked.
Fan Yuanrong was silent for a while and then suddenly smiled, then looked at Mao'er and said, "Let's continue telling your story."
Mao'er was stunned for a moment, and then snorted coldly: "Could it be that you made Li Douxing's death yourself?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't expect that Fan Yuanrong, who looked kind-hearted one second, would show his fierce look the next second. He said in a cold voice: "Little girl, I know you have a good background. When you sleep with me in the same bed these days,
I can also feel that there is a monster hidden in your body. I believe that as long as you are willing, I, Fan Yuanrong, may not end up any better than Lao Li. But don’t forget, it is easy to kill me, but the consequences will be endless, just like Lao Li’s death
It's the same. Regardless of whether we directed or acted in this incident, it has already happened. A bloody storm will inevitably follow. If you have time to doubt me, why not go back and ask your master first. Is this what you want?
Did you see the results?”
Fan Yuanrong is right, Mao'er has the power to take Fan Yuanrong's life anytime and anywhere. In fact, not only Mao'er, but also many people who hide their true identities in that red lacquered pavilion have the ability to kill Fan Yuanrong and Li Douxing.
But for the unfathomable Zheng Beichuan... Mao'er didn't even dare to have the thought of killing him.
Hearing Fan Yuanrong's words that seemed to be self-deprecating but actually extremely tough, Mao'er's eyes turned cold and she couldn't help but feel very annoyed.
When Fan Yuanrong saw Mao'er, although she didn't speak, the look in her eyes betrayed her inner feelings. At that time, she smiled and said: "Actually, Lao Li and I have already talked about how to die in the future, and we have already looked away.
I was just worried that I would not be able to survive even if I died, which would ruin other people's lives and ruin their futures... But I didn't expect that Lao Li had been locked up in this building for more than ten years without going out, eating fast and chanting Buddha all day long, and ended up suffering the consequences just after he went out.
The villain's vicious hands have suddenly become a chess piece in someone else's plan. It's really ridiculous to think about it..."
Mao'er realized something, and she immediately asked: "Have you guessed who did it?"
Fan Yuanrong answered bluntly: "Who else can it be? In today's world, darkness is no longer a symbolic word, but an objective adjective. Under a catastrophe, the king's legal system is nonsense, and whoever controls the resources can take control."
Holding power... So who is in charge of resources? You might as well use your brain and guess for yourself first."
Mao'er thought for a moment and then replied: "Four major families?"
Fan Yuanrong nodded: "What else?"
Mao'er frowned: "What else?"
Fan Yuanrong laughed: "You kitten looks very smart, but why can't you see clearly the things placed in front of you?"
Mao'er suddenly woke up: "Are you talking about yourselves?"
Unexpectedly, Fan Yuanrong shook his head and said: "It's a state machine!"
The cat was shocked when he heard this.
Yes.
Although the four major families have deep roots and wide leaves, based on their accumulation, I believe they must have a considerable amount of resources in their hands.
But the four major families are just families after all, and they pale into insignificance in front of the country.
"Even if it is a harmonious group of people with all five internal organs, it is just a piece of cake thrown into the mud, pretending to be a wet boy.
Sir, this kind of playing house is just child's play in front of the real power-holding group. Little girl, the four major families are very powerful. Even Lao Zheng has to admit that they have enough strength to compete with the state machine, but they
After all, it's just a family. No matter how big the layout is, when it comes to calculating, they are vulnerable." When Fan Yuanrong said this, his eyes turned cold, and then he snorted a disdain from his nose and said: "As soon as Lao Li dies.
, the rules are completely broken. If the rules are broken, I don’t know how many people will suffer. But for some people, this is the best situation, because the algorithm allows it, because they are the ones who really consider the trade-offs for the continuation of human civilization.
, is a higher level than the 'refined egoist', the 'continuator of civilization'."
The cat couldn't understand it anymore.
Although she had known that things were not as simple as they seemed on the surface, and that the existing harmony did not mean anything and could not really influence anything, she still could not understand the deeper meaning of it. It was like standing on the edge of an abyss and looking down, except for a piece of
It was pitch dark and I couldn't see anything.
"Don't you understand?" Fan Yuanrong asked with a smile.
Although Mao'er didn't want to admit it, she still nodded.
"It's okay if you don't understand." Fan Yuanrong laughed. He had no intention of explaining to Mao'er: "You should be lucky that you don't understand, because it would be best for us old guys to take this matter to our graves and let you know.
, things are really bad."
Mao'er was stunned when he heard this, and then asked Fan Yuanrong angrily: "Don't show off here! Don't think that if you don't tell us, we won't know what you have done in private! The country has invested so much money to develop the 'Kuafu'
, the purpose is to save the world, but what about you! You actually want to use them to escape from the solar system! Your wishful thinking has been shattered, and you are angry? Why are you pretending to be serious at this time, do you really think you can continue to fool around?"
Fan Yuanrong just smiled and nodded: "It seems that you have not been idle these years. You have investigated so carefully, but it is not important anymore. After attending Lao Li's funeral, my life will be almost over. I'm afraid
It is very difficult to go to Dongsheng with you to accept the trial."
But Mao'er said: "Want to die? It's so easy for you, so don't fantasize about it."
Fan Yuanrong smiled bitterly and sighed: "Hey, the more you live, the more successful you are. I think about how many people knelt in front of me and begged me to give them a way to live without batting an eyelid. But today, I don't want to live, I just want to die."
But it doesn’t work either. Could it be that this is the so-called retribution?”
Mao'er stopped talking. She looked forward. Just around the corner was the funeral site.
Fan Yuanrong also calmed down. He was fat and had a few wrinkles on his neck when he leaned on him. He didn't look deep at all, but rather disgusted.
After getting off the bus, a group of people who had been waiting here for a long time turned their heads.
Mao'er had never seen these people before, but just after meeting their eyes once, Mao'er couldn't help but tremble in her heart. The coldness and determination in those eyes was something Mao'er had never seen before, and they only looked at them briefly.
The cats immediately turned their attention to Fan Yuanrong.
Fan Yuanrong smiled and greeted everyone, and suddenly said something that made Mao'er a little inexplicable but shuddered.
"The wind has picked up, I'm afraid the weather will change."