The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 89
"Please let me go, I still have a lot of work to do, and even if I'm in a panic now, I won't teach you martial arts. This is for the safety of the people and I am also responsible for you."

Exhausting the last ounce of strength in his soul, Han Mingzhe uttered these shoving words.

Mo Zhen lay on the chair, looked up at the ceiling and said.

"You are shirking your responsibility!"

While re-examining the materials at hand and thinking about his own life, Han Mingzhe also focused on dealing with problem children and educating them to face up to their potential public safety hazards.

"No, you are not a five-good citizen. You are a beast, a beast that may become insane at any time. Your low fighting ability is a shackle that restricts you. If I teach you fighting skills, it will open a cage for you. Wait for you to get out of the cage." Come out, and you're going to go crazy."

Hearing these violent remarks, Mo Zhen shook his head and waved his hands again and again.

"No, no, no, your analogy is really inappropriate. It seems that I am a mental patient who may go crazy at any time, but in fact my mind is very healthy, and I don't need any mental treatment at all..."

With both hands twisted together, Mo Zhen squinted and muttered.

"On the contrary, combined with the fact that you often consult a psychiatrist, I think it's safer for you to go for a psychiatric evaluation by yourself."

"Oh!"

Han Mingzhe slammed his fist on the table and shouted uncontrollably.

"Damn it, how did you know I consulted a psychiatrist!"

The corners of the mouth raised slightly, revealing a confident smile, Mo Zhen tilted his head and smiled.

"Isn't this kind of thing as obvious as your son failing the exam? Tell you, can we just start our happy fighting training?"

"Wait... how do you know my son failed the exam?"

Before Mo Zhen could speak, Han Mingzhe suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Wait! I don't seem to have told you that I have a son..."

Like a philosopher who sees through the world, Mo Zhen looks up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

"Marriage is really the beginning of all misfortunes. A married person is half a foot in the grave..."

"Yeah, I think back when I was not married..."

Suddenly, Han Mingzhe woke up, grasping the corner of the table with both hands, trying to put the whole table on Mo Zhen's head.

"Damn! Stop talking about me, I'm really busy now!"

He slapped his forehead hard.

"I'm about to be driven crazy by you!"

Mo Zhen suppressed a smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"Uh, I think you may have gone crazy, just to be on the safe side, you should go for a psychiatric evaluation..."

Han Mingzhe was about to collapse. He knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely enter the mental hospital one step ahead of this guy.

And Mo Zhen caressed her hair that was blown by the strong wind, with a bright smile on her face, as if she was invulnerable.

Suddenly, Han Mingzhe thought of something.

Before that, he had always had reservations about this matter because he needed the other party's help.

But now he is already involved in the vortex of fate, a precarious person.

Like a western cowboy drawing a gun to a duel, Han Mingzhe sneered confidently without any scruples.

"Mozhen, if you firmly believe that you are a normal person, then now, take out your [resident card] and see what is written on it..."

Looking at the harsh words that the other party had been brewing for a long time, Mo Zhen shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"You seem to have forgotten that my wallet was stolen by an invisible man. By the way, have you come out with the results of your investigation on the invisible man? The contents of the wallet are all legal property of my citizens. You have to perform your duties." The obligation of the public authority!"

"Hmph, you may not be able to find the invisible person, but I advise you to go back to your dean to issue a certificate and apply for a new residence card. It must have been so long, and your dean misses you very much, right?"

"what?"

Mo Zhen scratched her soft hair, her big eyes were full of doubts.

"What dean? Do you still need to ask the dean of the college to issue a certificate to apply for a new resident certificate? By the way, which middle school did I go to? I also participated in the classmate reunion two days ago..."

Whenever communicating with Mozhen, Inspector Han felt that his occupation was a diplomat of the Alien Exchange Bureau, and he was engaged in difficult negotiations across species.

"Please... it's the director of your orphanage. You are an orphan. Of course, you need to ask your orphanage for an identity certificate."

Throwing an address to the other party, Inspector Han no longer entangled with Mo Zhen, he can't wait to see what Mo Zhen will look like when he comes back.

"Hurry up when you have time. When you come back, I don't think I need to call you Mr. Mo anymore!"

Looking at the address in his hand, Mo Zhen was at a loss.

He really can't remember being an orphan, and the life when he grew up in the orphanage.

Mozhen never cared about his own roots.

Neither the past nor the future seemed to have anything to do with him.

He only lives in the present to dance with art and walk with happiness.

"Well... why don't you go and have a look if you have time, if you have time..."

The free time in Mo Zhen's mouth is probably when he is bored and uninspired.

For people like him, there is nothing in life.

But he feels that he is immersed in the palace of art, and he is doing everything for the construction of human spiritual civilization.

The guy who makes people speechless.

Mo Zhen, who failed to achieve his preferred goal, walked around the [Bureau of Order] for a few laps, and took the full set of physical training documents here.

Although there is no professional guidance, but the best thing to do is the next best thing. Mo Zhen believes that with his artistic talent, it should not be difficult to learn some superficial body movements by analogy.

Now he can't wait to start studying the content of gymnastics.

In a long corridor in the [Order of Order Bureau], Mo Zhen was walking casually while flipping through "Eighteen Ways of Grasping in Order of Order".

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

In the quiet corridor, there was the sound of boots stepping on the ground.

Mo Zhen, who was wrestling with the big man in his head, suddenly got excited, and slowly closed the book, two figures in white uniforms appeared in front of Mo Zhen.

Out of instinctive curiosity, Mo Zhen glanced at the other party.

Out of professional instinct, the other party glanced at Mo Zhen.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

At this moment when they looked at each other, Mo Zhen deeply understood the meaning of these words.

On the snow-cold cheeks, the dark blue pupils, like an icy abyss, released a bone-chilling chill and deepness.

The only thought arose in Mo Zhenxin.

【not human】

Just when Mozhen was trying to make a move, he felt...

My body seemed to be bound by an invisible net, and it seemed to be frozen in invisible ice, unable to move!
illusion? !
Although the mind desperately issued instructions to the body, time and space seemed to be frozen, and Mozhen completely lost control of the body.

The moment of this glance is strangely long as ten thousand years.

When Mozhen regained control of his body, there was no one in sight.

illusion? !
It seemed that nothing happened just now, and everything was just a fantasy produced by Mo Zhen.

Without hesitation, Mo Zhen ran towards the direction where the other party disappeared.

Curiosity killed the cat.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of behavior is definitely a real death.

But without this curiosity to explore the truth, human beings can only stop in the cage of cognition forever.

Death is not terrible, the terrible thing is to stand still and die without knowing why.

Rather than dying of old age in the peace of ignorance, Mo Zhen would rather die now on the road of seeking the truth.

This is a choice that normal people would never make, but this is Mo Zhen, an out-and-out mental illness that he does not want to admit.

Quickly crossing the corridor, Mo Zhen suddenly looked around the corner, but the front was empty, without any figure.

At this time, his most sensible choice should be to go to the mental hospital immediately to see how serious his paranoia is.

However, the possibility of Mozhen doing this is about the same as that of humans being able to truly understand each other.

He didn't look around for the two beings in white uniforms like headless chickens, but started to analyze calmly.

"There must be a purpose for these two guys to appear here, could it be..."

(End of this chapter)