Chapter 212 180. Retrospection of death (asking for monthly votes)
“The first one...is the recollection of death.”
The man was shaking all over, laughing maniacally while being restrained by Li Dao. He was crying, mixed with coughing and vomiting sounds, and it was so painful that his organs were about to be vomited.
Li Dang heard a hint of crying in his voice. Just when he was about to let go and question, one of the coupons in Jiang Wenkan's hand fell freely and burned in the air, followed by the surrounding The world also turned into flames and into embers.
"The scroll of unshakable destiny unfolds quietly in the silent early autumn."
"The neon lights soaked by the rain, the TV screen that goes back and forth."
"All kinds of people with missions will be shrouded in the shadow of death in the future."
Jiang Wenkan's body Sinking deeper into the shadows, he muttered to himself, like a crazy believer, praying to the gods for salvation.
"Hey!"
Li Ming stretched out his hand to grab the man's body, but found that his surroundings fell into darkness, and his voice echoed in the space and could not dissipate for a long time.
Immediately, the surroundings lit up, and a new white dream... no, it was a new world, which had been constructed. Li Ming stood still and looked around with squinted eyes.
On the autumn night in Ikebukuro, it was raining lightly, and the wind was no longer as humid as during the previous summer typhoon period.
But despite this, you can still see dark clouds with gray edges hovering in the night sky. There will probably be a heavy rain after this.
Beside the sidewalk, behind the glass windows that were constantly wetted by water drops, a display TV was playing clear images.
It looks like a lecture.
An older, kind-hearted woman who looked like a professor was talking about something.
"Controlling every possible changing factor to achieve an accurate and correct answer is what we always hope to do."
No one among the hurried pedestrians paid attention to the TV broadcast. The sound was drowned out by the sound of rain and footsteps.
“But the beauty of the world we live in is that everything is made of unstable elements that are difficult to control.”
“A butterfly flapping its wings on the other side of the world might It can cause a hurricane, and a loose screw can cause a building to collapse."
"If the raindrops fell just one second late and landed a little off, the future might be completely changed."
The sound of raindrops hitting the glass window was very clear.
The water drops gathered into a stream, reflecting the brightly colored neon lights across the street.
"In our consciousness, there is no correct answer to the ever-changing path forward, but this does not mean that the goal will disappear."
"It is like following a fragile spider thread. Climbing in the sky is like searching for a specific one in a school of sardines. It can be said that it is a hopeless little wish, but it is not easy to break it. "
"In the long history of mankind, we have always pursued invisible miracles."
A few pieces of news are floating across the bottom of the screen, and the timer on the upper right shows that the time is approaching the end of the day. .
At some point, women’s voices were drowned out by the waves of applause on TV.
......
In the autumn of Ikebukuro, an unstable atmosphere filled the air around Li Ming.
I don’t know where it started, but rumors that disappearances seem to be happening frequently are spreading around the city.
After a little investigation, you can find out that the missing people are all homeless people with no Qing clan, so no one reported the case.
What's more, I found that my companion was taken away by a man in a black robe.
Recovering from a trance, Li Ming found that he was standing on the side of the wooden door of a certain office or master house. When he turned around, the first thing he saw was a man staring at him with pleading eyes. boys.
He coughed lightly and walked to the desk while looking around at the furnishings in the room. The furnishings here were even more exquisite and "luxurious" than the office he opened in Chiba Prefecture. There are not only LCD TVs, many desks, but also a green potted plant in the corner of the room.
"Do you have any entrustment?"
"Ah, ah...yes...that's it. On behalf of the Folk Culture Research Association of Shangying University, I would like to entrust you..." The boy hesitated to speak. The hesitating look reminded Li Ming of his early days when he first came to Japan.
"You can speak slowly and explain clearly all the things you want to entrust me with, so that I can judge whether to accept your entrustment next."
Li Ming whispered softly. Said, a strange feeling arises spontaneously.
It seems that it has been a long time since he opened his mouth to treat the client like this. It seems that since he fell ill, he has been talking less and communicating with the client through words on white paper. There have been many times because of Due to language and personality reasons, many commissions were rejected.
But having said that, the background of this white dream is Ying University. It was medical school before, and now it is folklore...
Is it because they are in Ying University in reality? For this reason, all Baimeng's universities are from the same institution...
"That's it, I recently discovered that my friend is not in a normal state...but because there was no actual victim, he didn't I can only rely on you to contact the police." The boy paused and said, "You must say something disturbing, maybe because your temperament has changed. "
"Can you tell me the specific situation?"
"They are the members of the recent research association, ah, my friends belong to the same research association... They have been acting strangely recently, and they have been acting strangely since they returned home. I just locked myself in the room and stared at the clock blankly. I tried to communicate with them many times, but in the end it was in vain.”
"Is it just that..."
Li Ming frowned in thought and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Then please leave your name and contact information here. I will contact you at any time during the investigation."
The boy nodded vigorously, then held the pencil in his hand He wrote his name on the white paper, but in Li Ming's field of vision, the words seemed to be covered by fog, and no trace of them could be seen.
Li Ming, who had gradually adapted to Bai Meng, quickly realized that the boy in front of him did not seem to be an important figure, and should just be some existence that guided him into the plot.
The world around him changed in a daze, and Li Ming looked at the house in front of him absentmindedly. He realized that the person he had been following for a long time had not returned home today. After reporting the situation to the client, the client sounded anxious and irritable, and finally "opened" the door to the seminar.
After a random search on the Internet for the Folklore Research Association of Shangying University, Li Min got the address of the research association's building.
The research association is jointly formed by professors from the Department of Archeology and History at Shangying University and the alumni association, so it is separated and has its own facilities on the Shangying University campus.
The School of Liberal Arts of Yingying University, which is famous for its literature department, has not made outstanding achievements in folklore, but it is said that the scholars and doctoral students in the research association are very enthusiastic and are considered small in the industry. Have a reputation.
Through guidance from all aspects, Li Ming successfully entered the facility.
The facility is a relatively old-style office building. It doesn’t look big from the outside,
but the whole building is very neat and solemn, with an academic atmosphere.
It has been raining continuously recently, and it seems that there is construction going on here due to indoor water leakage.
After expressing his intention to come, Li Deng was introduced to the reception room.
It didn't take long for Li Ming to feel intense sleepiness after entering the reception room, and soon his consciousness disappeared into the darkness.
When he woke up, Li Dang was wearing a white garment made of non-woven material, and his belongings were missing.
Looking around, he found that he was in a place like a museum exhibition hall. More importantly, his hands were tightly tied and he could only fall to the ground weakly.
Blinking his hazy eyes hard, Li Ming found that there were some familiar figures all around, but they all seemed to be sleeping, motionless.
In addition to Minamoto Seitama and Kurosawa Mitsuka, there are also Jiang Wenkan and Hoshino Katsura who have not seen each other for a long time. Jiang Wenkan’s sleepy expression has a slight smile and looks particularly scary. And the rest are at peace.
Soon, everyone who opened their eyes found that their hands and feet were tied up and unable to move, and their whole bodies were covered with a large amount of blood and bruised.
The amount of blood was so large that it was unbelievable that it only came from the four of them. The sticky blood was still flowing and looked very fresh.
"Where have the clothes on me gone?"
Hoshino Katsura's careless voice sounded. She struggled hard, but in vain. Squinting her eyes, she could barely see that she was wearing a suit. A white garment made of non-woven material.
"You guys...has it really been a long time since we last met? It feels like I had a dream, and I was here when I woke up."
Hoshino Kei noticed everyone present and breathed a sigh of relief.
Similar to what Kurosawa Mika said before, she came to a new world of white dreams after having a long, long dream.
"What on earth is going on? Didn't I clearly remember the previous white dream? Have we successfully escaped and cracked it? Why did we enter a new white dream again?" Source Qingyu struggled for a moment, with a heavy expression on his face and thought deeply.
"Speaking of which... when you left the coffee shop, Li Ming, I saw you almost got into a fight with someone. What happened?"
Mikka Kurosawa She didn't have much reaction. She tilted her head and looked at the young man in front of her curiously.
Looking at these friends with curious expressions on their faces, Li Ming turned his attention to Jiang Wenkan, who was still in a coma, with a somewhat complicated expression.
"It's Jiang Wenkan..."
"That's right! It's me...I need you to play a game with me, just to add some fun to my Bai Meng revenge plan. "
Jiang Wenkan woke up at some point, with a crazy smile on his lips.
"Dr. Yuan Qingyu, I remember you said something a long time ago that when Bai Meng with the same theme but different plots has been experienced many times, it is very likely to change history, right? You should be like this I told you so!”
"Of course... but it takes a long time to construct these dreams, and it is basically impossible to tie these white dreams together through special means, although there are indeed some people in history who have achieved it. "Yuan Qingyu stopped talking.
"It doesn't matter! As long as you are sure that what you said is true and correct, then I will definitely use different means to achieve this goal." Jiang Wenkan grinned, "I have been waiting for this day for three days Four years later, when I found out who the culprit was, you know how much I Are you excited?"
"What do you mean...Jiang, Jiang Wenkan, what happened to you? I didn't remember you being like this before..." Because of the information gap, Hoshino Katsura arrived. She didn't know what happened now. She looked at her lover with a scared expression on her face.
"Do you remember what I told you about my father before? My father disappeared three or four years ago, so I came to Japan and tried my best to investigate things about my father. ”
“And after all the recent experiences Among them, I finally found out that the culprit who hurt my father was Shirai Kuranosuke, the former president of Richi University, and he was also the founder of the Wendigo Project. With the truth in front of me, what reason did I have? Why don’t you catch him?”
"But Kuranosuke Shirai is dead..." Li Ming suddenly remembered that he had received a commission from Yukiyo before. The so-called wealthy businessman had swallowed pesticide and seemed to have "committed suicide", but it was very likely that he had committed suicide. "Like this Isn’t it the best ending for a person to finally get the punishment he deserves?”
“Shut up! Li Ming, of course you don’t know what I’m thinking now, and of course you don’t know what I’ve been thinking for so many years. how i lived Come on, you can't possibly know how depressed I was when I learned that Shirai was dead! I hated myself for not killing him myself and letting him die on his own."
"To a person. For a person who seeks revenge, the best outcome for him is to be killed by me myself."
Jiang Wenkan's distorted and deformed face made Li Ming feel sad, and the young man's cheeks twitched. Literally, teeth clenched.
“So I have to rely on more strength to achieve these almost impossible things, so I overdrafted my... and loaned as many dreams as possible to some organizations that we usually have no contact with. points to achieve my ambitious goals.”
"Organization? An organization that can lend dream points...does it really exist? Don't be fooled."
Yuan Qingyu frowned, her expression a little confused.
Even the hospital staff, Yuan Qingyu, had never heard of such an organization. Li Dang felt more and more that Jiang Wenkan seemed to be in danger.
"Yes, revenge can be discussed later. It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge... It's only been three or four years that you want to overextend yourself. Don't you think it's ridiculous? I believe that your uncle will never want to Seeing you..."
"Have you said enough? You bystanders always think that you are trying to persuade the parties with a clear perspective, but you don't know that you are the most hateful guys in the group! ”
Jiang Wenkan roared angrily, struggling hard with his tied hands. Perhaps because of the good quality of the rope, or because of pain, Jiang Wenkan only struggled for a while and then stopped.
“Forget it, you don’t understand what I’m telling you, so you’d better enter the dreamland I constructed as soon as possible.”
(End of this chapter)