Li Moqian's matter should be solved, at least for us.

After saying a word on the phone, the fat man and Chen Xiaoqiu drove out of the parking lot respectively. At the intersection that followed, the two cars also parted ways.

The fat man sent me to the community first, and then sent the thin man and Xue Jingyue home. When Xue Jingyue got out of the car, she wanted to say something again.

"What's wrong?" The fat man asked carefully.

Xue Jingyue thought for a while and shook her head, "I'm not sure either." But I always feel ...... It seems like...... It's not over yet......"

That made my heart chuckle.

Xue Jingyue smiled at me, "Even if there is anything, it has nothing to do with us." Aoba's people have been over there all along, and the police have also got the evidence. ”

I nodded, closed the car door, and watched the thin man wave to me, watching the fat man drive away.

I didn't go home, and when I couldn't see the fat man's car, I turned around and went to the station.

I took the car to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, went straight to Building No. 6, and went up to the sixth floor in one breath.

This isn't the first time I've been to the Aoba Paranormal Office, but it's probably the most calm I've ever walked through.

I could feel the subtle changes in the air on the sixth floor.

It's not just the extra yin in the air.

On the stairs, I felt something unusual.

At the entrance and exit of that different space, I seem to have heard the wind that Gu Mo once heard.

I didn't stop to stop, I continued upstairs, took out the key, and opened the door of the office.

The sound of the door opening was long and long, and the sound echoed through the floor.

Without stopping, I stepped into the office and reflexively closed the door.

It was only here that I stopped all my movements.

My hand is still pressed against the door panel.

I exhaled, turned around, looked at the two rows of couches facing each other, and walked to my old place.

As soon as I sat down, I opened my mouth: "Ye Qing, I want to talk to you." ”

No one responded to me.

I calmly continued: "This matter should have been discussed with you from the moment I discovered my abilities and discovered your purpose. But we didn't talk about it well. You told me before that the only thing you could do at that time was to find me. You weren't telling the truth back then, were you? Maybe what you said about 'find me' is different from what I understood at the time. You didn't find me after the demolition began, but when I was a child. Otherwise, you only had a plan after you found me. ”

I looked up at the empty couch, "You can use my abilities, even without my knowledge, to manipulate my abilities directly." ”

My voice fell, and the room was still quiet, not at all.

"Not only can you control my abilities, but you can also use Liu Miao's abilities. Even, can you Gu Mo, Nangong Yao's ability, or other people's ...... You just haven't shown me and you don't need to show me this power of yours. I continued.

On the sofa opposite, there was a sign of a man sitting.

What I want to say is not over yet.

"You are more skilled in the use of my abilities than I am myself, and you are ...... More powerful......" I took a deep breath, "I don't understand, this should be the best solution for you." Or do you have to meet certain conditions to do this? I thought, we can talk about that. Change the way we work together. I ......"

I opened my mouth and smiled wryly, "I can't do it...... I thought I could do it. I thought I was the only solution, and now the situation has changed. Not only you, but also the people in the paranormal circle have a plan that sounds more reliable. I'm not like you. If there is no other way, I am willing to try. Follow your ideas and use my power to save the world. As Wu Ling said, use more abilities, exercise more, and become stronger. Or as Gu Mo said, just follow the fate. I...... I want to use my power to protect my family. I want to protect my friends. My abilities really worked. I saved my sister and saved Ah Guang...... I did do something. But...... I can't help it...... There is no way to save the world...... It's the second time...... I haven't grown any way. I also...... There is no way...... I'm struggling. I don't know what to do......"

The loss of impulsivity, the loss of passion, the loss of empathy for the victim made me feel uneasy. I'm afraid that what Gu Mo once said will become a prophecy. I will become a demon after I die, causing even greater calamity. Even if Ye Qing was able to kill me, what about before he killed me? I don't want that tragic ending either.

However, if I keep that mood, I will lose my cool. I would subconsciously save people.

In other cases, I am brave and courageous, and I am happy to help others, which is a commendable behavior. Even if I sacrifice myself for a stranger, I will feel sorry for my family and friends, I will feel sorry for myself, but I will not regret it.

Now, I regret it.

My abilities have brought me unparalleled strength and burdens.

Gu Mo and Nangong Yao once comforted me. Their tone was nonchalant, downplaying what was happening at the studio. This may be deliberate, it may be that they have witnessed too many deaths in the Aoba Spiritual Office, so they have seen it. Necessary efforts, necessary sacrifices, this is acceptable to them. Even if this "necessity" is only for the growth of someone's personal strength.

But I can't accept this kind of thing.

There's no way I'm quick to accept this kind of thing.

How many times do I need this "necessity" to grow to the point where I can master the ability?

It wasn't my own sacrifice, it was the death of a stranger!

Risking other people's lives to train myself, I can't handle it calmly.

If before that, I was forced to be helpless, and the people of Aoba were also forced to do so, and now there are alternatives, and they are two alternatives.

"I can give you the power." I looked at the couch opposite, "You can use my power to change this collapsed world." ”

It's the best way, the best of both worlds.

Even if Ye Qing can't do it, there is a plan for that supernatural circle to be able to top.

One is individual heroism, and the other is collective efforts.

I don't know which is better, and it's certain that neither one should have my place for me to drag my feet.

The person on the other side did not make a sound and did not change his movements.

He seemed to be pondering the feasibility of this.

I waited quietly.

I know, it's a wretch. I'm a deserter.

But I wasn't a soldier in the first place.

I'm just a normal guy who was caught up in this thing.

I, like most of my kind, am just an ordinary person with special abilities.

This is completely different from people like Ye Qing and Mu Ge.

I want to be free.

I don't want to see anyone die because of their incompetence anymore.

Whether it's what I can't save or what kills.

I closed my eyes.

Dada!

When I opened my eyes, I saw the marks on the couch twisted slightly, as if a person had leaned forward and leaned back.

I looked down at the coffee table.

There are cracks on the glass of the coffee table. On top of that, there were two blood-stained nails. On the nails, blood-red dandelions are blooming.

This should be Li Moqian's plucked nails. However, why did Ye Qing hold this thing? There is no yin energy on it.

I looked at the sofa opposite, puzzled.

"Wait." Ye Qing threw me two words.

Lynch has always been a little kind and cowardly ordinary person. He didn't want to get involved in these things from the beginning, and at the beginning he decided to have direct contact with Ye Qing, also to save Chen Xiaoqiu, and then took the initiative to find Ye Qing several times, all for help. Later, when he was told that his abilities could save the world, and the world was on its way to destruction, he was chased to the shelves. He didn't do it well, he had no clue about the task of saving the world, and he went wrong in every way to save ordinary people. When he became a little more proficient, the world was destroyed at an accelerated pace, and his growth could not keep up, and when someone more powerful decided to take on the task of saving the world, he wanted to stop doing it. ╮(￣▽￣“)╭

(He actually wanted to pick a son for a long time, but no one could top it before)

However, there is no resignation for the job of "protagonist"~ especially when I meet an author who hates to change the protagonist. (*￣▽￣)y

This story is not a cool text, but a ghost story, so the protagonist is destined to be abused~ will not suddenly become a hero who kills all directions, and will not become a master immediately because he wants to level up. Lynch will experience failure and then slowly grow.

(End of chapter)