I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

"You don't need to thank me. It seems that the senior management of your night watchman is not a solid block. Even if I am your backer, I can't get too involved in the night watchman's affairs. You have to solve these by yourself."

"I understand." A ruthless look appeared in Zuo Qing's eyes, "Some people have been at ease in high places for a long time, and they forget their identities...Ye Fan's methods were too gentle before, but I won't do this, After I take over the Night Watchman, I will deal with them one by one."

"It's good to know what you have in mind."

"By the way, if someone really objected just now, what would you do?"

"Against? Then object." Zhou Ping shrugged, "I can't kill them at the headquarters of the Night Watchman."

"..."

Zuo Qing then asked: "Then what are you going to do next?"

Zhou Ping looked up into the distance, was silent for a while, and then slowly said:

"Into the fog."

"Into the fog? What are you going to do?"

"Find my students." Zhou Ping said calmly, "I've heard about them. Since they disappeared in the mist, I'm going to find them one by one."

"But you don't even know where they are."

"When they broke into the fog to save me, they didn't know where I was."

"The fog is so thick, where should you find it?"

"Their disappearance near the border of Daxia should be the means of some foreign god." Zhou Ping's eyes showed a firm look, "Since it was the hands of the foreign god, I will look for them from one kingdom of God after another. , even to the ends of the earth, I will find them back."

"Break into the Kingdom of God?" Surprise flashed in Zuo Qing's eyes, and after a while, he asked again: "Then what if, they already..."

Zhou Ping didn't speak.

But there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.

"If they have already been killed... I want the entire Kingdom of God to be buried with them." After a long time, he said coldly.

Zuo Qing closed his mouth.

Zhou Ping glanced at him, and said, "Now that I'm gone, I don't know when I'll be back. During this period, the night watchman will be handed over to you."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the night watchman." Zuo Qing took a deep breath and clasped his hands together, "Bon voyage."

Zhou Ping nodded slightly, and stepped in a certain direction!

Ding--! !

His figure turned into a sword glow, piercing through the void in an instant, rushing towards the border of the mist without hesitation.

……

fog.

Olympus.

Under the gloomy sky, dense thunderbolts wandered among the clouds, making low-pitched roars.

A few thunderbolts streaked across the air like ferocious giant snakes, illuminating a corner of the sky and the earth. Above the turbulent and tumbling furious waves, a huge mountain range between illusion and reality was reflected in a pale color.

In the depths of the mountains, a golden holy seat stands firmly on the top of the mountains.

On this golden holy seat, an old man with a bare upper body and full of explosive muscles suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards a certain direction between heaven and earth!

The golden scepter in his palm trembled violently!

Trembling with it, there is the entire Mount Olympus.

Somewhere in the sky, the crimson night is engulfing the entire sky at an alarming speed, like a sword from the night, and the point of the sword is Olympus.

Under the crimson night,

A woman wearing a star gauze skirt and holding a humming long sword is walking slowly, stepping on the void.

She looked at the huge and majestic mountains in the sky, and in her eyes, the fire of revenge was burning.

She parted her lips and muttered to herself:

"Olympus……

I am back. "

……

……

Volume Two, "Crimson Night", End.

The next volume, "Vastly Evil City".

Chapter 589 Summary at the end of the volume 2

The second volume is finally finished.

It's still the old rules, let's roughly summarize this volume, friends who don't want to read Sanjiu's nagging can skip it directly~

Originally I thought that this volume would not be very long, at least it would not exceed the 55 words of the first volume, but as I was writing, I realized that almost 70 words had been written before I knew it... a bit long, but not watery.

Well, at least I don't think it's watery... Every plot or dialogue has a meaning of existence, interlocking, can this be called water? (dog head)

A lot of things I want to say have been said in the summary at the end of the first volume, so I will skip it here and enter the summary part.

The theme of the first volume is "Gods", Seraph, Yang Jian, Xiao Hei, Tianzun Yuanshi, Poseidon, Hades, Loki... This is the beginning of everything, this is a "god" guarding "people" s story;

But the second volume is different.

The core of this volume is no longer those "gods" who call the wind and rain, but ordinary but great "people" one after another.

The old dog Wu who pretended to be ill and escaped from the world, Li Deyang who guarded the frontier alone, Chen Han who was not deeply involved in the world, Baili Pangpang who was reborn in despair, Miao Su, the only night watchman in Guangzhou and Shenzhen, and the ninth seat of undercover "believers" , and those human ceilings...

Who said that the world must need God?

In despair and darkness, those who have the courage to stand in front of tens of thousands of people exude a more dazzling light than the gods.

In this volume, what Sanjiu really wants to write is only four words, which is Ye Fan's long-cherished wish:

Man conquers the sky.

I don't know if any readers have discovered that the five human ceilings are the epitome of "ordinary".

The waiter Zhou Ping, the delivery boy Lu Wuwei, Daxia's security guard Ye Fan, the programmer Guan Zai, the teacher Chen Fuzi...

Their occupations can be seen everywhere in life, but this does not mean that they are small. Every person wearing an "ordinary" coat may hide a heart of Liuli.

When the crisis comes, the real heroes come from "ordinary", not "noble" or "rich".

Maybe they're not Superman, they're not Iron Man, they can't save the planet, there's very little they can do, but so what?

Rescuing a frustrated person who wanted to commit suicide, picking up a passerby who accidentally fell into the river, scaring off the gangsters who followed the girl, saving a child who was abducted by human traffickers... Compared with saving the world, these things may be really important. Small, but to those who are saved, they are heroes.

Each of us is Chen Han.

Without Li Deyang's background, without Zhou Ping's talent, ordinary yet great, this is the real "Night Watchman".

This is what I want to write about in this volume.

Maybe there are many places that are not handled perfectly, but generally speaking, Sanjiu is still satisfied.

Sanjiu is still a newcomer in the online literary world. It has only been a year since he wrote his first book. There will definitely be problems. There is still a big gap between some old masters, but Sanjiu will continue to improve. The more you write, the better.

The next volume...well...no spoilers!

Still the same sentence, if everyone thinks that Sanjiu’s writing is okay, this book looks okay, and it’s best to help promote it. Here, Sanjiu especially wants to thank those who have always supported me and turned into Amway madmen Loyal readers.

One of you counts as one, and you can rub social fear Zhou Ping on the ground!

Well done!

One last word of caution, try not to raise books~

than heart~

?('???`)

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Chapter 590 Pray for Death

Under the blue sky, the raging waves beat on the dark black reef surface, splashing snow-white waves.The sound of the humming waves was like thunder, echoing on the cliff.

This is a lonely and narrow road surrounded by green mountains. It is about 80 meters high from the sea below. After stepping out of the short guardrail surrounding the road and walking a few steps forward, you can stand on the cliff and see the deep blue sky in the distance. colored sea level.

At this moment, on the edge of the cliff, stood a little girl in a tattered kimono.

She was wearing a broken clog on one foot, and the shoe on the other foot had disappeared. Her oily black hair was coiled into a ball and tied with a light pink shiny cherry blossom hairpin. Messy hair fluttered in the wind.

The girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, petite and immature, with a tear-stained face looking at the distant sea, a pair of small hands tightly clutching the hem of the kimono, her lips pursed, expressing unspeakable sadness and grievance.

After a long time, she pulled out a flip phone with a yellowed Pikachu sticker on it.

She dialed a number.

"Hello..." she said timidly.

"This is the Yokohama City Police Station, how can I help you?"

"You guys, can you help someone else collect the corpse?"

"Excuse me, what did you say?"

"Collect the corpse." The little girl glanced at the rough sea waves under her feet, "5 minutes later, the cliff beside the Dingshan line...can you come and help me collect the corpse?"

The voice on the other side of the phone paused, and there was a faint sound of typing on the keyboard, as if he was looking for something.

At the same time, a string of white numbers slightly lit up on the little girl's shoulders.

The voice on the other side of the phone became serious:

"You are Yurina from the fourth generation, number 42857494, right? Do you know that suicide is an unforgivable act of blasphemy? Please give up the idea of ​​committing suicide, and there will be a patrol soon..."

beep--!