Origin

After leaving the disco bar, Wu Zhongyuan began to consider where to go. It was almost midnight and there were no people on the street. Most of the people who stayed out late at night were concentrated in entertainment venues. From the perspective of yin and yang, light belongs to daytime and darkness belongs to night. , the same person may be in two completely different states during the day and night. What he does and what he sees and hears at night tends to be negative.

Seeing Wu Zhongyuan standing on the side of the road, a taxi driver came forward to pick up passengers. Before Wu Zhongyuan could decide where to go, he walked a little further away to avoid them.

After sitting down by the flower bed, Wu Zhongyuan began to be in a daze. He has lived in modern times for eighteen years. He knows some of the normal things in today's society. There is no need to explore and study them one by one. It may be enlightening. It was things he had never experienced before, places he had never been to, and people he had never been in contact with.

Although nightlife seems to be diverse and exciting, if you carefully summarize it, it can only be divided into two categories: food and sex. People need to eat to live, and money is needed to eat. All kinds of labor or exchange are for the purpose of obtaining money, and sex is The basic needs of all living things. When there is sufficient food, all living things will reproduce. Even if there is no result of reproduction, genes will prompt them to reproduce. In fact, food and color can be converted into each other, but there are some conversion processes. It is more tactful, while some conversion processes are more direct.

The driver waiting for customers on the street in the middle of the night, the woman standing under the street light, the security guard at the door of the disco bar, including the woman with dyed white hair in the disco bar, everything they do is actually to get money. They get money. The purpose may be different, but the essence is the same, that is to survive, or to live better.

It is well known that individual taxi drivers may take detours to rip off customers, but few people know that they wait for customers on cold nights without turning on the air conditioner in order to save gas money.

In the eyes of the world, women under street lamps are immoral and unworthy of others, but they also have difficulties. It is obviously very cold outside, so they have to deliberately wear less clothes and expose their thighs as much as possible, which is quite a bit worried about the cold weather. .

Security is a profession that most people look down upon. There are many attacks and criticisms against security guards. It is generally believed that they are indolent and not enterprising. In fact, security guards also have a pitiful side. Most of them have no education or skills. They come from rural areas to cities. Can't find any other better job.

There is a saying that pitiful people must be hateful. Is this true? This statement is true if viewed from a dark and harsh perspective.

But if you look at it from a bright and tolerant perspective, it means that hateful people must be pitiful.

The same thing, observed and judged with two different mentalities, will produce two completely different results, and both results are correct. So the question arises, what is the truth? Is there only one truth?

Just when Wu Zhongyuan was in a daze,

A woman's voice came from not far away, "Handsome man, why did you run out?"

Wu Zhongyuan tilted his head when he heard the sound, and saw the white-haired boy in the disco walking toward him wearing a down jacket.

"It's about to start, come in quickly." Bai Maoer waved to him.

Wu Zhongyuan waved his hand at him.

Seeing him waving his hand, Bai Mao'er came over in confusion and said half-jokingly, "It's too late for you to regret it now, the money will not be refunded."

"I don't want to refund the money either." Wu Zhongyuan said casually.

"What are you doing sitting here?" Bai Mao'er asked, "Is it because I'm not good enough and you don't like the songs I play?"

"No, it's very good. You have a very good knowledge of music." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Haha, are you from ancient times?" Bai Maoer asked with a smile.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't understand why Bai Mao'er asked this, so he frowned and looked at her, "Why do you ask?"

"You just talked about music. Music was a term used before the founding of the People's Republic of China." Baimao'er said with a smile.

Hearing what Bai Mao'er said, Wu Zhongyuan suddenly understood and said casually, "I have some things to deal with, so I won't go back. You go and get busy."

"What's wrong, are you in a bad mood?" Bai Mao'er took out the cigarette case from his pocket, lit one himself, and handed one to Wu Zhongyuan.

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "Thank you, I don't smoke."

Just then, a waiter ran out, "Fan, hurry up, it's almost time."

"You really don't want to go in?" Bai Mao'er looked at Wu Zhongyuan.

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head.

Bai Mao'er turned around and shouted to the waiter, "Let Qinghua take over for me. I'll sit with the handsome guy for a while."

"No, no, no, I don't need you to accompany me. You go quickly." Wu Zhongyuan waved his hands repeatedly.

Bai Maoer ignored it and waved to the waiter again. After the waiter ran away, he turned back to look at Wu Zhongyuan and said, "You don't seem to be a local."

"Yeah." Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

"Did something happen to you?" Bai Mao'er asked.

"No." Wu Zhongyuan didn't want to have anything to do with her, so he got up and walked to the roadside.

"Did you come by taxi?" Baimao'er was a little surprised.

"Yeah." Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

Baimao'er quickly followed up, "You didn't even bring your bag, you just brought that pile of cash?"

Wu Zhongyuan is another eh.

"If you have other uses for the money, I will refund some of it to you, but I can't refund it all, I have to keep some." Baimao'er said with a smile.

Bai Mao'er's words made Wu Zhongyuan feel a little fond of her. He waved his hand and said, "No, you can keep it. It's useless for me to ask for money."

"Are you stimulated by something?" Baimao'er half-joked.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer. He walked to the side of the road and stretched out his hand to call for a taxi.

A taxi at the back refueled and drove over, causing other drivers to curse.

Wu Zhongyuan opened the car door and got in.

"Where to go?" The driver turned down the meter.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't know much about this city and couldn't figure out where to go.

Seeing his hesitation, Bai Mao'er became more and more worried and said with a smile, "I'll treat you to a midnight snack."

"No, please go back quickly." Wu Zhongyuan closed the car door.

Bai Mao'er was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly opened the passenger door and got in before the driver started driving, "Let's go, find a place to have a late night snack."

Before Wu Zhongyuan could speak, the car had already moved forward.

"Hey, I'm really fine, what are you doing?" Wu Zhongyuan asked with a frown.

"Are you lovelorn?" Bai Mao'er asked.

Wu Zhongyuan was dumbfounded, "Where are you thinking?"

"Whatever do you want to eat, I'll treat you." Bai Maoer raised his hand and took off the wig on his head.

Only then did Wu Zhongyuan realize that the other party had short black hair, "Isn't your hair dyed?"

"No." Bai Mao'er shook his head.

"I'm really fine. Come down quickly. I'm not hungry either." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Hey, handsome guy, what do you call him?" Bai Maoer asked with a smile.

"What's your name?" Wu Zhongyuan asked.

"They all call me Fanzi, so you should also call me Fanzi." Fanzi said casually.

"My surname is Wu." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Where is your hometown? What are you doing here?" Fan asked.

Wu Zhongyuan frowned and didn't answer.

"Is Ben Xian here?" Fan asked.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't understand what Ben Xian meant and frowned in confusion.

Fan turned sideways to Wu Zhongyuan who was sitting in the back seat and said, "It's late at night, what are you doing with so much cash, and who do you want to give it to?"

Wu Zhongyuan did not answer her words, but said, "Don't keep that money forever, spend it as soon as possible."

Wu Zhongyuan gave a kind reminder, because he was not sure whether the banknotes transformed by spiritual energy would disappear after he left, but Fan misunderstood. However, because the taxi driver was nearby, she could not ask directly, so she talked to Wu Zhongyuan about his previous on-demand those few songs.

Although Wu Zhongyuan didn't want to have much interaction with her, he couldn't deny that she was very kind-hearted, so he had a casual Q\u0026A chat with her. What he didn't expect was that Fan was a music major and was not a monk by the way. Ye Luzi, and the reason why Fanzi was curious about him was because he found out through some of the music he ordered that his mentality was different from others.

Fan's statement aroused Wu Zhongyuan's curiosity, "Oh, what's the difference?"

Fanzi smiled and said, "Listeners like music that resonates with their own moods. Through the music a person likes, you can roughly judge that person's personality and life experience. Of course, you can't tell anything from just a song. Yes, but a few songs can be combined together. The three songs you ordered are all excellent in composition. The rhythm is thick and smooth, but also exciting and tragic. This is a very complex emotion that is not easy to describe in words. If you don’t To describe it, it’s like an officer who is about to go to the battlefield and returns to his hometown to visit relatives for the last time.”

Fan Zi's words made Wu Zhongyuan no longer regret not throwing her out of the car, "Why an officer and not a soldier?"

"It feels like," Fanzi said, "the state of mind of the leader and the led is different. If I guessed correctly, you should be a company boss. You may have encountered difficulties in your career, or you may have a physical problem. Before you make a decision, You wanted to come here to visit a woman you had a great relationship with before a big decision, but that woman let you down.”

"Haha, you are very smart, but unfortunately, your cognitive limitations limit your imagination." Wu Zhongyuan smiled.

"Is my guess wrong?" Fan asked.

"No," Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "But it's interesting. I'll treat you to this meal."

"Do you still have money?" Fan asked with a smile.

"Yes." Wu Zhongyuan nodded again.

Since it was not very late, there were many places to have late-night snacks, but in order to make more money, the driver took the two to a remote place in the suburbs.

Wu Zhongyuan took out the money to pay the bill, but as soon as he handed over the money, he felt a tingling pain on the back of his hand.

Wu Zhongyuan frowned and retracted his hands, lowered his head and took a closer look, only to find a row of tiny needle holes on the back of his hands.

Seeing this, Wu Zhongyuan knew that he had been tricked and hurriedly kicked down the car door and rushed out.

At this moment, gunshots were heard in the car, and at the same time, dull gunshots were heard from all directions. Wu Zhongyuan was shot in both legs by bullets flying out of the car, and he was also hit in the chest and back. Several shots.

Sudden severe injuries, Wu Zhongyuan became unstable and fell to the ground. The moment he fell to the ground, he swung his left hand and shot a sharp thorn made of spiritual energy through the window, stabbing the fake driver to death on the seat.

At this moment, Fanzi opened the car door and ran out with a scream. She had already run to the corner and saw Wu Zhongyuan still on the side of the road. After some hesitation, she plucked up the courage to run back.

But when she ran to Wu Zhongyuan and was about to help him, gunshots rang out again. Fan was shot in the chest and fell in a pool of blood.

Based on Wu Zhongyuan's spiritual energy cultivation, the gunshot trauma was not enough to make him incapacitated. The reason why he was unable to stand up was because he had been injected with an unknown drug by the fake driver. At this time, his consciousness was in a trance and his limbs were paralyzed.

At the critical moment, he didn't think too much and managed to reach out and grab the fan. Then he braced himself and teleported before losing consciousness...