Xue Yun stood in front of the window, looking at the night scene in front of him, with a solemn expression that seemed a little preoccupied.
"Hey, it feels much more comfortable..."
The head was covered with a towel.
Wang Meng, who had just finished taking a shower, walked out of the bathroom behind him and saw Xue Yun standing in front of the window in a daze, and couldn't help but ask.
"What's the matter? It's not because you are thinking of committing suicide. My house is on the twelfth floor. If you really want to jump down, you will see God immediately."
Xue Yun raised the corners of his mouth, dumbfounded.
The real Wang Meng is not only the same as Zhuge Gang in appearance.
Even his ability to complain is almost as powerful.
"Good guy..."
Seeing that Xue Yun ignored his intention.
Wang Meng raised his eyebrows, walked to the window and said suspiciously: "You have been looking out the window since you entered the house. I don't understand. What is there to see?"
"There are no stars here..." Xue Yun said lightly.
Following the other person's gaze, the night sky that should have been vast was now extremely lonely, just like Xue Yun's mood, filled with inexplicable haze.
Compared to the world in dreams.
The night sky here looks a little bleak, not a single stardust can be seen in the gray sky, and even the outline of the moon is blurred.
"How fresh..."
Silently rolled his eyes.
Wang Meng shook his head and joked: "These days, with all kinds of industrial pollution and external exhaust emissions, coupled with the large population in big cities, the pm value has long been beyond the limit. Even if you don't see smog for a day, it is big news.
You still expect to see stars at night, isn’t that nonsense?”
Close your eyes.
Xue Yun raised the corners of his mouth, couldn't help but smile knowingly, and murmured to himself:
"In that world, at night, you can see the stars..."
"Uh... that world?"
He looked at Xue Yun with suspicion.
Wang Meng raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively: "Brother, which world are you referring to?"
"A strange and strange world..."
Just the night.
Xue Yun and Wang Meng had a long conversation and began to talk about what they had seen and heard in the post-apocalyptic wasteland era.
The two talked about the Great Xia Empire and the Twelve Fortress Cities, as well as the legendary stories of the many night watchmen in that land.
Hear the end.
Wang Meng's mouth had become O-shaped and he couldn't close it for a long time.
"Wait, wait a moment..."
Put out your hand to stop him.
Suddenly interrupting Xue Yun's words, Wang Meng had a strange expression and asked quickly: "You mean, the people there can control a kind of alien creature called "freak" and use their abilities to fight?!"
"Not everyone has this ability..."
In his mind, he recalled the trivial things he had experienced with Guren and other armed freaks.
Suddenly feeling a little melancholy, Xue Yun shook his head.
"In that world, there are still classes, oppression and even wars. Most people are just ordinary people. Not only are they often hungry, but they also worry about dying at any time..."
There was a pause.
Xue Yun smiled bitterly and said: "However, there are always people who will stand up for freedom and justice and risk everything, even their own lives, for the fate of ordinary people."
in memory.
Beigong Mu, the Dragon City God of War, used his own power to fight against the "Chosen One".
In the end, he sacrificed himself to protect the safety of millions of Longdu people.
All these images are still vivid in my mind.
To say that this is all a dream is really unacceptable.
I closed my eyes and calmed down my complicated mood.
Xue Yun said in a deep voice: "Fighting against monsters, pursuing freedom, and protecting the rights of ordinary people to survive are the responsibilities and obligations that the Night Watchmen should fulfill."
I was stunned beyond measure.
It took Wang Meng in front of him a long time to come to his senses, he stood up suddenly and shouted: "Brother, what you are telling are all stories in novels, and your plots are too outdated and cannot keep up with the times.
ah!"
He raised his head and looked at Wang Meng.
Xue Yun suddenly fell silent, and his forehead was covered with black lines.
But I saw this guy beaming with joy and talking eloquently: "As an old bookworm for more than ten years, let me tell you, no one likes what you just said these days. It's too heavy. Do you understand?"
Facing Xue Yun's confused expression.
After slumping down on the sofa, Wang Meng showed great interest and continued: "The character must be crooked enough, and the actions must be ruthless enough. The characters in this kind of story cannot be good people. What kind of chivalry spirit?
For the sake of the country and the people, don’t do things that obviously mean you will suffer a loss and have no benefit..."
A big wave of his hand.
The more Wang Meng talked, the more excited he became, and he spat at the mouth and said: "Anyone with a handle is the dog beside the protagonist. Any pretty women will be put into the harem. If you encounter enemies or anything like that, you will kill them with one move on the spot."
Helplessly raising his forehead, Xue Yun was completely speechless.
Still didn't notice the weirdness of the atmosphere.
The more Wang Meng talked, the more excited he became, and he summed it up again and again: "In short, remember this sentence of my brother - it is never too little to pursue profit, and you have to show off early. I am the best in the world, and both men and women will push me down!"
Hit the mark.
The whole room immediately fell silent.
With a slight sneer on his face, Xue Yun asked in a deep voice without raising his head: "What is the difference between these things you are talking about and a piece of shit in a cesspool?"
"Well......"
Hear the words.
Wang Meng felt like something was stuck in his throat and quickly defended: "Aren't we talking about the contents of the novel? Why are you so serious..."
With a bitter smile, Xue Yun could only feel sad secretly.
For Wang Meng, the post-apocalyptic wasteland era is just a relatively fantasy story, but for Xue Yun, it is a strange memory that has always existed in his mind.
The two are not on the same channel at all.
People are indifferent and the world is indifferent.
Xue Yun suddenly felt bored, looked up at the gray sky, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
The two of them were not talking to each other, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward, but the rapid ringing of the phone suddenly broke the calm.
"Yes, it's the captain's call..."
He couldn't help but look at Xue Yun.
Wang Meng quickly connected the phone, not daring to neglect at all, and asked: "Hey, captain, it's so late, what's the matter?"
"Has the boy named Xue settled down?" Officer Hong asked on the phone.
"Don't worry, Captain."
Smiling and nodding, Wang Meng responded: "This guy is good, he's definitely going to be lively. Just now he was chatting with me!"
Frowning.
Xue Yun raised his head and glanced at the clock in the room. It happened to be twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.
It was so late, and Officer Hong still called me, so there must be a reason for the incident.
As expected.
The other end of the phone pondered for a moment, then Officer Hong immediately gave the order: "Stay at home and don't run around. I'm coming over now. Regarding the case, there are instructions from above. We must meet with that guy immediately to discuss it!"