After a long time, he let out a long breath, walked over and carefully removed the tape wrapped around Zhao Jin, put it in his pocket, and then moved Zhao Jin's body off the sofa and placed it on the ground, posing as if he had been struggling fiercely.

Wipe the remaining tape clean, put it back into the desk, and wipe the drawer and pull the handle.

The stack of information in Shen Gu was placed on the table. He moved the body of Shen Gu away from the chair, creating the illusion of struggling. He opened his pocket, took away the money inside, and wrapped his clothes with his hands to open the drawer, taking away the watch and cash inside.

Finally, I turned the bookshelf into a mess, used a lighter to light the paper on the table, and the books in the bookshelf.

The flames burned and spread rapidly, and the thick smoke blurred the room. Li Zhen took a last look at Chen Gu and Zhao Jin, thought for a while, and folded the hands of the two people together and clasped them tightly.

Finally he whispered: "Sorry."

Turned out the window.

The fire spread fifteen minutes later. Thick smoke was rolling in the entire warehouse.

At this time, Li Zhen was sitting on a rooftop two streets, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. He could see two guards running in panic and rushing in to save people. However, half an hour later, they ran out in a mess again, and there was still a fire behind one person. The man rolled out on the ground, and then the other person ran wildly towards the other side of the street, as if he was going to find a fire truck.

Li Zhen looked at everything in the distance silently and poured himself a large mouthful of strong wine.

The knife-like wine burned from his mouth to his stomach. He lowered his head and pulled out a piece of grass growing in the cracks of the bricks, and focused on crushing it into light green juice with his fingers.

My body became very light, my skin was a little numb, and I didn't even feel very sensitive.

He thought about it and smashed his right hand to the ground - it seemed that he didn't feel anything.

So he opened his mouth and smiled slightly, smashing his fists over again and again - the exposed red bricks became even redder. His blood oozed into the dirty soil layer, and then merged into a small stream, flowing into the gap.

He raised his bloody right hand, poured the liquor on it, then raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

The Kong Ping was thrown aside by him. Li Zhen leaned back and lay in a big word on the rooftop, staring at the blood-red sky blankly.

"Thank you," he said softly, "I know...I might be back."

He didn't know when the fire was put out. It was late at night when he woke up, and the mechanical watch showed the time at 2:23 in the morning.

It took him five seconds to force himself to look over—the warehouse turned into ruins, and a black and yellow cordon was set up around him. Several people were guarding there, and the shadows were pulled long under the dim light, just like lonely ghosts. Li Zhen looked at it for a while, bowed from afar, and then walked down the rooftop.

The street was deserted. He walked along the street, avoiding a few young people who looked ulterior motives and walked all the way to the nearest neighborhood park.

The park covers a large area, with lush trees and many benches. Before the aurora has arrived, homeless people will sleep on benches here, and they are usually covered with newspapers.

Now that a large number of people are unemployed, the economy is almost collapsed, it seems that there are more people here. He even saw a few people lying faintly on the forest path, with white things on them.

So he walked to the wanderers in silence and leaned down to look at the newspaper they covered.

Most of them were old newspapers, and he changed several more goals.

After a long walk and a long way, he finally found what he wanted on a man lying on a bench. This was already the deepest part of the park, with thick trees connected together like a huge wall. He reached out to pick up the newspaper covering his face - it was a "Huabao".

The newspaper made a slight "rattle" sound, and the person on the chair was suddenly awakened and said "ah" softly.

Li Zhen looked down and unexpectedly found that she was a young girl. However, she looked quite embarrassed, with her hair scattered, and a shiny thing hung on the corner of her mouth.

The girl woke up from her sleep. It took her two seconds to recover from her awakening, and saw the figure in front of her with the faint red light of the sky. Then she suddenly widened her eyes and planned to scream. However, Li Zhen put a finger on her lips and whispered: "Don't be afraid. I'm just looking for a newspaper."

But the other party obviously did not relax his vigilance, but sat up and hurried on the other side of the chair, as if he was considering whether he had time to run away with his numb legs and whether he could pass him.

Li Zhen smiled and sat on the other end of the bench, separated from her. So the girl leaned back to the side, grabbed the long hair beside her face, and whispered: "I don't have money."

Then he gathered the newspaper on his body and hugged it in his arms.

Li Zhen shook his head slightly, looked up at the dense flowers and trees not far away, and was silent for a while, slowly rolled the newspaper in his hand into a tube, and said softly: "How come a pretty girl has run here?"

Maybe it was his soft voice, maybe it was his handsome appearance, or his calm attitude. The girl slowly lowered her legs after being stunned for a long time, sat on the bench like him, and thought for a while: "Are you a reporter?"

Li Zhen looked at her gently: "I look like?"

The girl looked at him carefully and sighed slightly: "It's not like. I...ah."

She stopped talking and didn't run away. The two of them sat far away on a bench with different thoughts and were silent for a long time.

Then the girl suddenly sighed: "I come from the Philippines. I come to sing."

"Oh." Li Zhen replied softly, "There are many girls like you."

There are indeed many girls who come to Pingyang. This city is the second choice for singers with dreams, besides Yanjing. In the past, Pingyang's entertainment industry was very developed... This girl seems to be one of countless dream seekers.

But it's hard for her to go back to her hometown now.

The girl didn't say anything, looked at him again, then looked at the flowers and trees in the park and the lush trees in the night, and sighed melancholy.

"Is it worth it?" Li Zhen seemed to be asking her, and she was talking to herself, "Is it worth it for a dream to come here across the ocean and spend the night on the bench now?"

The girl lowered her head slightly, tucked her hands together in the pile of newspapers, and said softly: "People must have dreams. How can you know if it is worth it when you haven't realized it?"

Li Zhen nodded, and then sat in silence for a while.

After a while, the girl yawned carefully. So Li Zhen stood up, took out the money in her pocket and put it on the bench, and waved her hand: "Hold it."

The girl looked suspiciously at the money on the chair and bit her lip: "I... won't do that one."

Li Zhen was slightly stunned, and then chuckled: "It's just for you, don't think too much. This is... another person who, like you, has his own dream and is determined to pursue his dreams, and is willing to sacrifice his life for it... I am worthy of it."

The girl stared at him in a daze and bit her lip: "That person sings too?"

Li Zhen turned around, walked away slowly, and whispered: "Well. He is also singing."

"Song of Truth- Have you heard it?"

The girl frowned in confusion, but Li Zhen had already walked into the night.

The night wind was blowing gently. Li Zhen walked slowly along the path in the park and rubbed his eyes. He walked along with the faint fragrance of flowers and trees on the roadside to a dim street light, unfolding the newspaper in his hand and browsing it carefully.

Finally, find what he wants in the advertising space.

It was an advertisement that occupied a large area—

The hometown of Yanhuang, the hometown of the emperor. The 5A-level scenic spot in Ling County, Shaanxi Province - there may be another "you" here, waiting for you.

The two words "Imperial Destiny" are marked in bold and red.

At this time, it is a bit incredible to publish scenic spots in newspapers - no one will feel like walking or taking crowded steam buses to go to places like that.

But this is what Li Zhen should do resolutely.

The Chinese newspaper has a large circulation, and it is the same in the Philippines. He must have resolutely published such an advertisement in six newspapers, and I think everyone can see it.

The person who knows what the word "Emperor" represents is the person he is looking for.

Li Zhen read the newspaper again, then kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to it.

Shen Mu, Liu Yangbo, An Ruosu. He chanted these names gently in his heart, leaned against the dim street lamp posts, and smelled the faint smell of kerosene.

Dreams, or ideals, or a trace of lingering obsession in my heart...

Is there really such a huge power?

That power can allow a person to harm people and many people. It can also abandon everything, even life, just to see the "truth" I have always dreamed of. It can also allow a person to experience suffering again and again but persevere - because he still has something worthy of his own protection.

Humans...

It's a creature with dreams.

Is it because of this thing that they have been struggling to survive until now?

...In fact, it's not bad to be a humanoid person.

Li Zhen lowered his head, his eyes hidden in the shadows. The night wind blew his clothes slightly, and an empty can on the road rolled buzzingly, and finally got stuck in the gap in the trash can.

"Dad, mom." He murmured to himself, "I miss home."

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Yesterday’s repair was completed, and today’s 16,000 update was completed. Thank you for your concern.

Monthly recommendation tickets are all good things, I want them all. This volume will write about things that everyone unexpectedly expects - of course it is not a bad thing, maybe it is some plots that no one has written before.

Dreams are a good thing. In fact, I also want to write for my dream one day... to express what I want to express most.
Chapter completed!