Lin Mo didn't understand what Lao Liu and Lao Bangzi were talking about.
In fact, he could also tell that the man Lao Bangzi killed must have an unusual background. He probably had a background and was the kind of person who would be difficult to deal with after killing him.
But Lin Mo felt that this matter had nothing to do with him.
His purpose was achieved.
After taking care of the frog, just go back the way you came and follow the brother to take the boat away.
Lin Mo didn't want to get involved in other messy stalls, and he wasn't in the mood to get involved.
Even Lin Mo didn't ask.
At this time, the mouse and the music box female monster repeatedly hinted to Lin Mo to leave quickly, and they probably didn't want to get involved in trouble.
When Lin Mo saw this, he might as well say goodbye.
So I said goodbye to the old stickman.
"Brother, brother, didn't you say that we are friends? You can't leave now. If you leave, I will be dead." At this time, Lao Bangzi seemed to have woken up from a dream, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Lin Mo.
Judging from his expression, this guy is really anxious.
"Originally, I should help you with this matter, but I still have something urgent to do." Lin Mo planned to find a reason, but the old man plopped down and knelt down.
"If you don't help me, I'm going to die. If I'm going to die, I might as well fight with you now, and we'll both die together."
Obviously, Lao Bangzi is not only anxious, but also a little crazy.
Lin Mo just said that he was stupid? You are dead. It was not caused by me. Why are you forcing me?
"I don't care. You are so powerful. You are the only one who can help me now. If you don't help me, I will definitely be kicked out of the round table meeting. Then there will be big problems. You don't understand. You don't understand... In short, you
You must help me, you have no choice."
Lin Mo smiled.
He was going to beat this guy up again.
Perhaps only with fists can Lao Bangzi regain his normal consciousness and understand that nothing happens in this world and that he has no choice.
Anyway, now I can choose to beat him severely or beat him to death.
But what surprised Lin Mo next was that Lao Liu actually came to beg for mercy.
Lao Liu said, I really need to help Lao Bangzi with this matter.
He told Lin Mo that the most important existence in the sewer is the 'Roundtable', which is an organization that can decide major and minor issues in the sewer.
There are not many members in the round table, twelve in total.
He and Lao Bangzi belong to two of the twelve.
"The one that Lao Bangzi killed was another member of the Round Table. He was Lao Gun's son. Lao Gun was not easy to mess with because he was very powerful. Moreover, Lao Gun's wife was also a member of the Round Table. Their sons were killed by Lao Bangzi.
If he dies, he will definitely not give up and will definitely find a way to kill the old stick. By then, the Round Table will definitely be in chaos."
What Lao Liu said was a bit confusing.
Mainly, Lin Mo didn't quite understand what this roundtable was about.
Next, Lao Liu and Lao Bangzi introduced it in detail.
Lin Mo figured it out now.
According to Lao Liu and Lao Bangzi, the Round Table will always maintain the balance of all parties in the sewer, so now everything is peaceful and the sewer looks so quiet.
But without the control of the Round Table, all kinds of strange things and monsters in the sewers will definitely be waiting for opportunities, and the sewers will definitely become a mess, which will also affect the outside world.
"We both know that you are coming from outside, and you don't want the chaos in the sewer to affect the outside, right?"
Lao Bangzi looked sincere now.
He was begging Lin Mo for help, hoping that the other party would lend a helping hand.
Lin Mo finally understood the stakes involved.
But there was something Lin Mo still didn't quite understand.
Laobangzi, including Laoliu, all attach too much importance to the Round Table. In other words, they still have some things that they have not made clear and are deliberately concealing.
Lin Mo is a master of negotiation.
Along the way, he has played tricks on countless weirdos and tricked monsters.
So he can hold his own.
Just tell Lao Bangzi and Lao Liu the truth and don't hide anything.
Otherwise, even if there is chaos on your side, I will not meddle in this nosy matter.
In the end, I had no choice but to slap the old man on the thigh and tell the truth.
"Only in the round table can we ensure that we don't lose control and lose our memory."
Lao Bangzi said that they all know that they are not normal people, not living people, nor ghosts, but consciousness born from garbage dumps and sewers.
"Members of the Round Table can always retain this kind of memory, which means they can live with their memory and reason. If they are kicked out of the Round Table, these memories will disappear, which means death. In fact, even so, we
It will not really disappear, but will become a walking zombie. I think this is death, even more terrifying than death."
When he said this, the old stick was trembling.
It can be seen that he is very afraid of this.
Lin Mo understood.
In other words, in the sewers, only the members of the Round Table will not lose control and lose their memory.
He lowered his head and looked at the mouse and the music box monster, where are they?
Lao Liu said to ask them if they still remember what happened in the past.
Lin Mo just asked, and both the mouse and the music box female monster said they remembered it.
But when asked specifically what they remembered, both of them were stunned.
"I remember, I was looking for my brooch."
"I'm looking for my child."
The mouse and the music box female monster said one after another.
Obviously, the two of them only remembered this incident, and the rest were only memories of the recent period, and the ones further back were blank.
I can't remember the mouse or the music box monster.
Fear crept into their hearts.
It's like gangrene attached to the bone, it can't be shaken off no matter what.
Lao Liu came over and told Lin Mo that the two of them had actually found what they were looking for long ago, but they just had no memory.
"The mouse's brooch does not exist at all. This should be due to an obsession left when it was born. It exists just to find the brooch, and it only remembers these things, but it can never find something that does not exist.
; As for the female monster, it seems that it has found its child, but it has already been sewn to itself. It has forgotten this, and it continues to look for it forever. This is too sad. Lao Bangzi and I definitely don’t want it.
It became an existence like this.”
Lao Liu's words were like a thunderbolt to the mouse and the female music box monster.
"Don't feel bad, you two. In fact, after a while, you will lose control again. When everything restarts, you will not remember everything now. In fact, think about it, if you forget, then forget more, good or bad.
, throw them all away, there is no pressure. And in order to retain our memories, we are willing to do anything and can do it. If we remember too much, the less we want to throw it away, the longer it goes, we feel that we are becoming more and more timid.
"
Speaking of which, the mouse and the music box female monster are indeed pitiful.
Memories are constantly being reset, life is constantly being reset, it’s scary to think about it.
The mouse was slumped on the ground, while the female music box monster was stunned for a moment, and then began to tear apart its body parts like crazy.
It was pieced together and sewn together from various toys. Later, it found the broken limbs of a dismembered doll among the broken parts.
At the moment, I was holding those things and wailing and crying bitterly.
Like crazy.
"So, we cannot lose our identity as the Round Table. That means death, and it means something more terrifying than death."
Lao Bangzi looked pleading at this moment.
He knew he could only ask Lin Mo for this matter today.
Otherwise, he alone, even with Lao Liu, would never be able to defeat Lao Gun and his wife.
As a result, he was either killed or kicked out of the Round Table.
According to his thoughts, he would rather die than be kicked out of the Round Table.
Because then at least he will know who he is before he dies.