Star Iron: I picked up a secretary at the beginning of March 7th

"I want to witness the seventh bullet, piercing your head."

The Magic Bullet Shooter said so.

The story is very simple. Ever since Hualin was eroded by the Magic Bullet Shooter in the battle with Huanlong, it has appeared here.

Originally, when Brother Die saw Modan, no, this anomaly, he was quite honest, didn't like to talk, and was a quiet guy. He didn't say anything about its sudden arrival and just treated it as someone to keep him company.

It didn't take long for Butterfly to regret it - the Magic Bullet Shooter was indeed quiet, but the gun in its hand was not like that:

Every once in a while, the magic bullet shooter would suddenly shoot into the air as if he was having a seizure. He would shoot as much as he wanted, and this time he fired seven shots in a row, which was quite noisy.

This was not what made Brother Die the most angry. What made him the most angry was that these bullets carried an inextinguishable black flame, which directly startled the butterflies resting on the ground.

For Brother Die, it's like it's midnight, you're getting ready to go to bed in your dorm, you're in a groggy, half-asleep state, and your roommate suddenly starts typing on the keyboard. You think you can just bear with it, but that bastard switches to a blue-switch keyboard, which wakes you up completely.

I can't bear it, I can't bear it at all.

Brother Die got angry on the spot and confronted the Magic Bullet Shooter directly. Then somehow, Brother Die called the system, and after the system came to understand the situation, it tricked Hualin over again.

"Uh...I don't know how you managed to get the other me over here, but are you sure he meant that I can solve it if I come over?"

"I don't care. He said you can do it. Do it quickly, or I'll kill you!"

"what???"

Hualin looked at Brother Die's head in surprise, as if he wanted to tell from the butterflies that what he had just said was a joke, but it was obvious that Hualin could see nothing.

"Okay, okay, I'll go ask."

Looking at the magic bullet shooter who was standing not far away and staring at him, Hualin sighed and then walked over.

but......

"Bam—"

As Hualin took a step forward, the magic bullet shooter took out a magic bullet and shot at him, but for some reason, this magic bullet that could accurately hit the target the shooter wanted to shoot, could not hit the target the magic bullet shooter wanted to shoot.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang--"

The magic bullet shooter fired five more magic bullets, but without exception, these magic bullets all missed the target and flew everywhere.

"Six, including the one I just saw." The magic bullet shooter said hoarsely, and put away the magic bullet, "a total of seven magic bullets, none of which hit you."

"Shoot...shoot me?!"

Hearing the words of the Magic Bullet Shooter, Hualin didn't care about anything else. He grabbed Die Ge beside him, stood behind Die Ge and asked: "I have no grudges against you, why are you harming me like this?"

"Because you are different." The magic bullet shooter took out a bullet. In this black and white world, this hint of blue was particularly conspicuous. "That man used this gun to shoot his loved ones one by one, and then the last seventh bullet was aimed at his own head."

"And what I want is to witness the seventh bullet piercing your head. That's all."

After saying that, the Magic Bullet Shooter turned around and left, no longer paying attention to the man and butterfly behind him.

"What does it... mean?"

"It sounds like it wants to see the seventh bullet pierce your head, and then..." Die Ge explained, and stretched out a hand to point at Hualin's forehead like a pistol, "For these butterflies, for the surroundings to be quiet, thank you."

"Oh no! Brother Die, wait a minute!"

"Ding--"

The butterfly flapped its wings weakly, but seemed helpless.

As light as the breeze, as quiet as a cicada.

When Hualin woke up, he found himself lying on his bed. He took out his cell phone to check the time and realized that only half an hour had passed since he finished his meal, which meant that it had just passed.

"Let's go see Cangye."

Hualin muttered to himself, then went out and turned to walk towards Cangye's room.

Just as Hualin arrived at the door of Cangye's room and was about to open it to check the situation, the train broadcast suddenly sounded:

"Hello? Hello! Attention, passengers! Attention, passengers!"

"The train is about to prepare for the jump. The train is about to prepare for the jump. Passengers, please gather in the observation car. Passengers, please gather in the observation car."

"Repeat that again..."

"Hmm? It sounds like the train is preparing to jump to the next stop." Hualin was listening to the radio with his hand on the door handle and did not notice the footsteps coming from Cangye's room.

"squeak--"

"Hmm? Eh? Bang~"

The door opened suddenly, catching Hualin off guard, and he fell forward without even being able to stand firmly.

When Cangye opened the door and saw someone rushing towards him, he stepped back and quickly distanced himself from Hualin, allowing Hualin to come into close contact with the floor.

"How are you?"

"...I...I was just measuring the quality of the floor to see if it can withstand falls."

"Pfft~ Don't worry... Haha, I won't, I won't laugh at you, hehe."

"Um......"

Hualin quickly stood up and turned around, not wanting Cangye to see the embarrassment on his face: "I was just measuring the quality of the floor, don't think of it the wrong way."

"Uh-huh."

"Well... since you're awake, let's go to the observation car. Our conductor Pam needs to summon us for something."

"understood."

Following Hualin to the observation car, the two discovered that they were the second to last group to arrive.

Oh, that’s not right. During the jump, Dan Heng is used to staying in the think tank and will not come to the observation car, so Hualin and his group are the last batch.

Looking around, Ji Zi and Walter were chatting on the side, March was standing in the middle of the carriage, muttering something, and Xing was sitting on the sofa nearby with two glasses of juice, looking at March and muttering something.

"Uh... what are you doing, Sister Sanyue? Are you praying?"

Cangye couldn't understand Sanyue's behavior, so he turned to look at Hualin and asked, only to find that Hualin had two cups of juice in his hands.

"You can understand that ... this is currently the biggest challenge of her life."

"Hmm? Could this jump be dangerous?"

"It's not dangerous, just a little bumpy." Pam suddenly appeared behind the two and reminded them, "Hua Lin and Cangye passengers, please sit down quickly. The train will be jumping off in half a minute."

"Good conductor!"

Hualin agreed, and at the same time handed the two glasses of juice in his hand to Cangye. He turned around and sat next to Xing with Cangye, waiting quietly.