Anjie stood there quietly, looking at the pearly white man without blinking. The man's figure seemed to be shining under the lamp, just like a god praying. But his eyes look over, and it is so gentle, as if to look at you, can let people all sink in.

Anjie's face suddenly faded all his expression. He stood like that, his eyes were empty, like a doll of the size of a person. Suddenly, he cut off all his connections with the outside world. All his thoughts were tightly closed by him, and no one could see clearly.

The man in white looked at him as if he was admiring something: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You are more perfect than ever. Time is the best teacher, he will teach you everything, temper you, let you grow up... Until you grow up to the present situation, nothing can confuse your mind, nothing can block your way, and you, found here. "

Anjie suddenly smiles. First, he picks up the corner of his mouth slightly, then his shoulders tremble. Finally, he can't help himself. He staggers back a few steps, leans heavily against the wall full of murals, lowers his head, buries his face in his hand, and bends down. Mo Cong even felt that he was about to cry with laughter.

The man in white patiently waited for him to laugh until he was out of breath. When he calmed down, he tilted his head and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

"Because I don't know what to do." After a while, Anjie answered quietly. His tone was surprisingly gentle, with a sigh like ending. He was a little hoarse. His pupils were shining in the dark, and his slightly disordered hair was on the side of his cheek, revealing a face that was a little confused, but had a clear look that could not be said. "Father, what do you say I should do?"

"You are already a big boy," the man in White said in the same whisper. He shook his head slightly. "Drink fox, you have your own decision."

"I don't understand why." Anjie said that he took a deep breath, carried his hair behind his ears, and carefully looked at the bright and beautiful place in front of him. It seemed as if there were nothing there, and there were fine songs. The female voice was singing the words that he couldn't understand. He suddenly felt that there was everything in this place, but when he looked at it carefully, But nothing, gorgeous desolation.

This is a kind of beauty that... Makes it difficult for people to have psychological resonance. It's shocking, ethereal, left behind and lonely here. Anjie's eyes crossed the big top, which was so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes, and the ground was full of light. At last, it fell on the man in white: "so... This place is your temple?"

The man in white stretched out his hands and raised his head slightly. His facial features are extremely perfect. He is more delicate than Westerners and more profound than Orientals. He has indescribable charm. He can't distinguish between men and women: "it will be yours, too."

Mo chuckled suddenly. The man in white was stunned and turned his head to look at him: "why do you laugh?"

Mo Cong shook his head: "we have come all the way here to watch an old madman. Brothers, are you too leisurely?"

The man in white didn't get angry. He just looked at Mo Cong calmly, as if he was containing a child who was not sensible and unreasonable, with some obvious pity. Then he said slowly, "young man, your heart is not clear enough. When the truth is placed in front of you, you can't see it. The foolish world has instilled too much dross into you, making your eyes dust and unable to see the real world. Look at the other gun around your waist. It's a murder weapon. You struggle to survive in the crowd and achieve self satisfaction by killing and committing crimes - child, you are brave, but you use it in the wrong place. "

When Anjie was shocked, "when the truth is in front of you, you can't see it." he still remembers this sentence. He remembers that Shen Jiancheng, who was crazy in the desert, spat out this sentence to him word by word at that time. Now it sounds very ironic. It turns out that these two people are almost crazy.

Mo blinked. For a while, he didn't seem to respond. He heard something. For a long time, he turned to Anjie and said, "I'm in the wrong room, right?"

The man in white sighed: "my child, your heart is filled with false desire and anger. You are trying to irritate me, but you can only make yourself more anxious - what are you worried about? What do you want? " Then, he turned his head to look at the drunk snake. His eyes stopped on the drunk snake. There seemed to be sadness in his gray blue eyes. "And you, my son who committed the crime of Patricide..."

Drunk snake teeth bite tight, half not to let and he looked at each other.

"I'm sorry for you, until now..."

The drunk snake suddenly took out his gun. Without saying a word, he shot him in the chest. The sound of the gun reverberated in the empty hall. It was so harsh that he even shivered a little. The white man's chest was hit by a bullet, the red blood quickly soaked in the white, like a bright flower.

Four people and eight eyes were all fixed on the wound in front of the white man's chest. Then they watched helplessly. The wound healed rapidly with the speed visible to the naked eye. During this period, the people standing there seemed to have no feeling. They let the bullet go through the body and let them watch.

Soft music does not know when to stop, a quiet. Anjie broke the silence. He stepped forward a few steps and pressed down the muzzle of the drunk snake's gun. His back was very straight. He didn't have a half of the usual lazy appearance. His dust and embarrassment seemed to be nonexistent: "are you waiting for me here? What are you waiting for me to do? Mo teaches them... What does R. Lee's brain damage and all that crap have to do with you. "

"Oh, no... it doesn't matter. It has nothing to do with me. You have to believe, my son, it's fate. And God, God made man because of loneliness. " The man in white opened his palm, palm up, as if to catch the light. He stopped for a moment. "It's so lonely, my child, my angel. I can't wait for you any longer."

From Mo Cong's point of view, we can clearly see that after listening to this sentence, Anjie's eyebrows almost wrinkled, and then a layer of goose bumps sprang up on his bare skin. The young man's mouth twitched a little unkindly and said with a smile, "you live under the ground like a woodchuck. Do you really think you are a fairy? What fairy? "Land lord?"

Without waiting for the man in white to reply, the drunken snake continued low, "and what about your sin? Father? What about your sin? You kill people for eternity, you count countless people. R. Lee is a beast, you are the beast in the beast

"I'm not guilty." The man in white turned his head slightly, which made his small face buried in the shadow, and he looked extremely indifferent and inhuman. Or he was really not human, and no normal person could understand the bigotry, the desire for control, and the expansion of the boundless self. He repeated low and low, "I have no sin, they - those who died, are all my sacrifices, Each and every one of them is chosen to pave the way to the temple, and they should be honored. "

Fifteen could not help but step back, the young man with blonde hair looked disgusted.

The man in white raised his chin slightly: "you are not vegetarians. Is it a crime to eat animal's flesh and blood? Do plants have no life? Is eating a sin? Of course - now I don't need those any more, it's just a necessary process, which means to say goodbye to the inferior human nature. Only by stripping those, can I embark on the real eternal holiness. "

Mo Cong understood: "originally, like you, R. Lee killed those people for their brains?"

"No, no, no," the man in White said quickly at last, "Li is a poor man who is stubborn. He has gone the wrong way. It is doomed that he is just a poor imitation. Only I am..."

"I thought r was crazy enough. You're more crazy than him." Fifteen, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth. He shook his head. "You shouldn't live in this world. It's a disaster."

The man in white laughed: "your eyes can only see the horizon, so you don't understand."

"He didn't understand because he had a normal brain besides his bad character." Mo Cong suddenly and coldly interrupted him. The young man quickly looked at Anjie, "Anjie, I didn't mean to humiliate you. This old man is really more than all the things I've seen before that are not things. You are really... Raised by an authentic animal."

Anjie said calmly, "Muzan."

The man in white looked at Mo Cong sympathetically: "in your language, there is a saying that" if you are not of our race, your heart will be different. "All wars, discrimination and tragedies, mutual killing and damage all begin with this sentence. You are too narrow-minded. You are so narrow-minded that when you face a more noble and perfect life, you also keep the savage and uncivilized malice in your blood and speak evil words. It's pathetic. "

Mo Cong shrugged his shoulders and took Anjie's hand: "the earth is too dangerous. You'd better go back to Mars, drunk snake. It's you who have run thousands of miles to find this old madman. What should you do? Let's go out and wait..."

"We?" The man in white stares at Mo Cong, grabs Anjie's hand and raises an eyebrow. "You say Yin Hu and you are...'we '

Mo quickly glanced at him, word by word, the tone is very firm to announce: "he is my man."

"Your... People?" The man in white has a strange expression, and then he laughs gently, "drink fox, why don't you tell this young man that you are no longer human?"

"You're not a human being, your whole family..." Mo Cong said subconsciously, but he was surprised that Anjie's hand was very cold. The young man turned his head and looked at Anjie, whose face was very white. Mo Cong slowly opened his eyes, "Anjie?"

Anjie closed her eyes and was silent for a long time. Then she looked back and gave a smile to the suspicious young man. She said calmly and clearly, "of course I'm a human being. Although I'm going to die, generally speaking, I don't die until I'm out of breath."

He shook off Mo Cong's hand and went on for a long time. He stood still: "father, I sincerely tell you that I prefer to be a human being... In fact, I don't have as high a state of mind as you think, and I think that killing people and eating marrow are just done by animals."

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