[Comprehensive fear] This shitty world

It was late at night, and the huge explosion in the parking lot had already attracted the attention of the surrounding residents. The timid residents were afraid that there would be gangsters fighting here, so they did not dare to come and watch, so they could only hide at home and call the police. To maintain law and order.

This call to the police aroused great attention from the police station, and the high-level officials dispatched countless police forces, just to catch all those who disrupted social order.

The harsh siren was blaring, and when the police officers with live ammunition felt the parking lot, they found that they had arrived too late.

The scene in front of me was very strange. In the desolate parking lot, there was only a woman in a white wedding dress sitting on the ground, crying in despair.

A glaring lightning flashed in the sky, thunder rumbled, and big raindrops crackled down. Rococo's body was completely chilled by the heavy rain, and the cool night wind blew past. Her body seemed unable to bear it. This cold night wind is like shivering.

Rococo looked blankly at the crushed and deformed vehicle in front of her. At this moment, her mind was blank, and she couldn't tell where she was at all.

Is getting along these days really just a vain dream?Then why is she still so sad?

"Are you Gigi?"

Steady footsteps came from behind, accompanied by this somewhat hesitant voice, the cold raindrops were blocked out, Rococo raised his head, the man's face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The dazzling light suddenly turned on, and the dilapidated parking lot was illuminated by the light like daylight. Luo Keke was a little unaccustomed to the sudden strong light, and subconsciously squinted his eyes. The tall figure squatted down, Luo Keke Coco also saw his face clearly.

Eyes widened in disbelief, Rococo looked at the familiar face, tears that had dried up streaming down his face.

It's great that you're back again.

As soon as the tense expression was relaxed, fatigue surged like a tide, and Rococo's body softened and passed out.

"Gigi, Gigi..."

The middle-aged man in police uniform picked up the unconscious woman and walked towards the police car parked outside.

"Uncle Feng, why are you leaving? What are you going to do here?"

A young policeman ran over with an umbrella and questioned the middle-aged man who was about to leave.

After the man named Uncle Feng put Rococo into the back seat of the car, he looked up at the little policeman and said, "What should I do? The people fighting here are gone. You just need to deal with the follow-up."

"But..." The little policeman frowned tightly, looked at Uncle Feng with a bitter face, and said pitifully: "Uncle Feng, you also know that it is necessary to dispatch such a large number of police forces. Didn't catch anything, above..."

Uncle Feng gave him a cold look and said, "It's okay, I'll explain it to my head."

The little policeman waited for Uncle Feng's words. Anyway, Uncle Feng had a lot of scapegoats, and this one was not bad. Thinking this way, the little policeman opened the car door for Uncle Feng, nodding and bowing his head. He gets in the car.

Regarding his completely different attitude from before and after, Uncle Feng naturally didn't bother to argue with him, got into the car and closed the door.

The car slowly drove away from the parking lot. Uncle Feng looked at the sleeping woman in the back seat from the rear view mirror, and his thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

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Even with the same face, without those shared memories, he is no longer him.

When Rococo woke up, she found herself lying on the bed, still wearing the white wedding dress. She stared blankly at the white wall above her head, and sat up slowly after a long time.

"You're awake." A thick voice came, Rococo raised his head, and saw the man who looked exactly like the thatched layman sitting on the sofa and looking at him.

Rococo silently lifted the quilt covering her body, got up, walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the water glass on the table and drank it down.

In fact, she knows better than anyone else that the him in front of her is not him.

"Thank you for saving me, may I ask who you are?"

Perhaps it was because of the rain last night that Rococo's voice was a little hoarse.

Uncle Feng put down the cup in his hand, and said slowly, "You are Gigi, right?"

Luo Keke was taken aback, and looked at Uncle Feng in surprise, how could he know her name?

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Uncle Feng explained: "I am your uncle, and your father is my elder brother. You can call me Uncle Feng."

"Uncle?" Luo Keke asked suspiciously, she had never heard her parents mention any uncle she had in this life.

Thinking in his heart, he asked the question unconsciously. Luo Keke suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and quickly apologized.

Uncle Feng waved his hand indifferently and said, "We are cousins."

Luo Keke understood it, and called him uncle obediently.

Neither of them was a talkative person, and the room returned to silence. Rococo stared blankly at the glass cup in front of him, and his thoughts drifted back to yesterday unconsciously.

She has not forgotten what happened yesterday. After traveling through so many worlds, she has long been accustomed to life and death. If she could not adjust her mood by herself, she would have collapsed completely.

He left, and she would continue to live. In this world, whoever leaves can live on, but the original peaceful life has returned... But why is it so sad?

Uncle Feng looked at Luo Ke, who was depressed, and swallowed what he wanted to say. Today is not a good time to talk, so let's wait two days before talking.

Uncle Feng finds out his own set of clean clothes and hands them to Rococo, asking her to change into the dirty wedding dress on her back. Uncle Feng drives Rococo back home.

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When he got home, he changed into the clothes he put on. After taking a shower, Luo Ke didn't care about the messy room, and just collapsed on the bed and passed out.

This time she slept for a whole day and night. In the dream, she was groggy. She seemed to be standing in a void. Many bizarre images flashed in her mind. Those familiar or unfamiliar images were like frames of a movie. The picture was ordinary, appearing and disappearing in front of her eyes.

Familiar or unfamiliar figures stood in front of her, smiling and calling the name she once had. The smiles on their faces were gentle, and her eyes were full of her figure.

The cold mechanical female voice seemed to come from a distant and empty place, and seemed to emerge from the bottom of her heart, vaguely and inaudible.

Rococo desperately stepped forward, reaching out her hands in vain, trying to grab those people who were close at hand. Before her fingertips touched those figures, they had already collapsed, and the entire world of nothingness began to collapse. Falling below, those bright starlight fragments turned into radiant passages, wrapping her layer by layer.

Luo Keke sat up suddenly, the scenes in the dream were like a thin layer of veil, she couldn't remember, she rubbed the center of her brows, her head began to ache after sleeping for too long.

It took a whole day to clean up the house. Looking at the huge cardboard box piled up in the living room, Rococo was stunned for a moment, picked it up, and walked outside.

Those people are no longer there, and there is no need to keep their things. Looking at the garbage truck going away, Rococo let out a long breath, waved his hand, and turned towards the opposite direction to go.

The hospital has been home for too long, and it's time to go back to work.

Returning to the familiar hospital, facing the enthusiastic inquiries of doctors and nurses, Luo Keke felt a little dazed. Looking at the group of carefree patients playing around in the ward, Luo Keke suddenly felt that this is not the place she should stay .

The resignation letter was handed in quickly, and regardless of the dean's persuasion, Luo Keke resigned firmly, and drove out of the gate of the hospital in his own car. Uncle Feng drove to the police station.

"Gigi, now tell me what happened that night."

Uncle Feng put the disposable cup in front of Rococo, and then sat down opposite her. Looking up, the office was crowded with people, all looking at Rococo sitting there through the glass window.

There are too many monks in the police station, even if a woman comes, she is a muscular girl who is stronger than a man. Finally, such a punctual woman came. Although she is not from the police station, did you not hear the beauty calling Uncle Feng?

It's not a matter of one sentence to coax Uncle Feng and let him introduce his niece to them.

Uncle Feng frowned, walked over, glared at the boys whose faces were almost pressed against the windows, and closed the blinds to block their sight.

"Gigi, I am kidding you, those boys are like that, but they have no evil intentions."

Uncle Feng felt that it was better for him to explain, lest his niece think about it in a mess.

Rococo nodded, and after talking, he began to answer Uncle Feng's question.

Uncle Feng gave Rococo a different feeling from other people. The arrogance and uprightness he exuded in his gestures was far beyond what ordinary people could compare.

"Uncle, what I said may be a little weird, will you believe it?"

Uncle Feng nodded solemnly and said, "I believe."

Luo Keke had expected Uncle Feng's attitude long ago, so he explained everything about the cottage dweller and the ghost king clearly.

Uncle Feng frowned tightly when he heard that the grassy dweller opened the Taoist door of heaven and earth to travel from ancient times to modern times, but he didn't interrupt Rococo's words, and let her continue.

Luo Keke concealed the fact that he killed the ghost king himself in the end, but said: "The grass dwellers chose to die with the ghost king. After they died, their bodies disappeared quickly. I think they have returned to their own time. .”

Uncle Feng was silent for a long time, tapping his index finger rhythmically on the table. After a long time, he let go and pointed to the key point with a short sentence.

"Why is that ghost king pestering you?"