I think if there is only one person in this world who is willing to believe that chimpanzees are human beings, then that person is the woman in front of me.

For her own experiments and selfishness, she created monsters that were neither human nor ghosts, whether they were lucky or unlucky.

The woman reacted violently and cursed at me.

I ignored her and continued to follow the nurse.

As we walked far away, I heard the woman say: "...You will not die well!"

The nurse just now was a helpful, lively and cheerful intern nurse, but now the nurse seems to have her mouth sewn shut, and is colder than the hospital walls.

She took me to a door and said in a cold voice: "Inside."

She glared at me angrily and didn't say anything to be careful about.

I walked into the house and the door closed with a bang.

I turned around, but the nurse had no time to put away her gloating expression.

She raised her head nonchalantly, pretending to look at the empty ceiling.

I ignored her and went straight to the old monk.

The old monk lost his aggressiveness that night and became upright and peaceful.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his back leaning against the wall, his head wrapped in white gauze, and his hand holding a half-broken Buddhist bead.

He closed his eyes and recited in his mouth: "I heard this. At that time, the Buddha lived in the Qijajue Mountain in the city of Rajagaha, together with twelve thousand great monks, all of whom were Arhats. All the outflows were eliminated, and there was no more trouble.

Self-interest, all the knots, feel at ease..."

I didn't disturb him. I sat across from him. I always felt that he looked different from that night.

His eyebrows were cut in half, his nose was a little lower, and even his lips became extremely small.

When he read, "Keeping the pure precepts diligently is like protecting a bright pearl," I couldn't help but sneer: "If the six roots are not pure, how can you protect them? How can you get a bright pearl if you take it cleverly?"

The old monk opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and without any emotion.

He clasped his hands together and said softly: "Amitabha! Donor, you are here."

He seemed to have expected that I would come to him. When he looked at me, his eyes were full of compassion: "I thought I could save you, but I didn't expect that I would push you into the abyss. This is my sin..."

I sneered: "Stop putting gold on your face, don't you just want the snake demon inner elixir? It sounds like a compassionate Bodhisattva, but in fact it is not as good as the murderous Yama. At least he is magnanimous enough."

The old monk sighed. His dark eyes were like the endless deep sea, with countless bones named secrets buried inside.

"It's a foregone conclusion. I can't escape, and neither can you. Are you coming to me today because of Dong Zhonghua?"

Although he was asking me, his tone was very firm. He didn't wait for my answer and just said to himself:

"Let me advise you again, you can't save Dong Zhonghua, he deserves to die..."

"Should he live to the end of his life?"

"No."

"The big snake is still alive and ready to take revenge?"

"You've even eaten its inner elixir, and it won't even have its soul left after it dies."

"You want his life?"

"..." The old monk was silent for a moment and suddenly asked me: "Do you know Dong Zhonghua? Do you know who he is? Do you know what he has done?"

My thumb and index finger twisted twice, like earthworms in the soil.

I said seriously: "Take people's money and eliminate disasters with them."

The old monk's cloudy eyes showed compassion and ridicule. He lowered his voice and leaned into my ear and said an address.

"Take Tapao and head thirty miles east to Wangjia Village, Wang Hexiang."

I was stunned, looked straight at him, and asked him who this person was.

But he closed his eyes again and continued to recite sutras, no matter what I said, and he would not answer anything.

I took a look at the bandage on his head and saw red blood slowly dripping from the bandage, like the blood of a dead mosquito slapping on his skin. It was ugly and disgusting.

Suddenly, he pulled off the bandage on his head, revealing the bloody wounds on both sides. His ears had disappeared, like two deep holes, dark and without light.

His face was twisted and ferocious. He dropped the beads in his hand to the ground. The holy object that was once full of Buddha nature instantly fell apart and turned into useless beads, rolling into the corner.

He put his hands into his ears and kept pushing in.

His voice was sharp and hoarse.

He shouted: "I won't listen! I won't listen! I won't listen!..."

Each sound was shriller and sadder than the last. The pain was like a vine, wrapping around his body. He rolled his eyes like a fish flapping on the shore.

Doctors and nurses in white coats broke into the door, hurriedly holding him down and injecting him with sedatives to prevent him from hurting himself.

His ears were already bleeding from scratching. If he dug deeper, he might lose his hearing completely.

I knew there was no point in staying any longer. He was indeed crazy.

I turned around and left. As soon as I reached the door, the old monk spoke.

He said: "Zhao Rui, don't look back!!!"

I left here without stopping.

I don't know if when he said don't look back, he told me not to look back at that moment, or to never look back.

Before leaving the mental hospital, I saw the woman again. She was crying miserably and kept saying: "Axing, mom is sorry for you. Axing, why don't you come to see mom..."

At the end, she started shouting again: "I am for all mankind. If I don't evolve, it will be too late! I am Einstein!..."

When I walked out of the mental hospital, it was already dark.

The old locust trees in the distance stood upright, and darkness enveloped the land.

The green corns swayed their branches and leaves, staring at me in the moonlight.

When I passed the scarecrows, I noticed that their button eyes were X-shaped.

This time I can confirm that they have indeed changed.

Previously they were cross-shaped.

I stretched out my hand, turned all the buttons back into cross shapes, and left here without looking back.

Maybe, when I leave, the scarecrow will stretch out his hand and turn his eyes again.

The scarecrow pretends to be a human being, and after a long time, he thinks he is a human being;

If people don't behave well, over time they will lose their hearts.

Do you think it is scarier, a scarecrow disguised as a human being, or a person without a human heart?

I called Zhang Geng and told him that I was going to take him to Wangjia Village, thirty miles east.

Zhang Geng said nonchalantly that there was no problem, and said that Dong Zhonghua was doing great in the past two days and had gained weight twice.

I hung up the phone silently, knowing in my heart that Dong Zhonghua was eroded by the energy of death. If the source could not be found, he would not be alive for a few days.

In the dark night, I started running, the wind ruffled my hair, and the night sky hung above my head.

My speed is very fast, even faster than a motorcycle.

My breathing is steady, and every inch of my muscles contains energy.

I can clearly discern the direction.

Because, I have navigation.
Chapter completed!