Chapter 971 Nightmare Night Train on the Ninth Floor
"Okay, okay, no one else is here, stop acting." After Huang Ying entered the building shrouded in thick fog, his resolute face and cold aura instantly Collapse, he looked at Han Fei speechlessly.
At this time, Han Fei was still immersed in the play, looking at Huang Ying with piety and admiration.
"Are you exaggerating? No, no..." Huang Ying felt that even wearing a master-level acting mask was not as realistic as Han Fei's performance. Only at this time did he think of Han Fei. My non-professional job is to be an actor.
“I have cleared the eighth level of nightmare before you came. Because I used an impermissible power in the nightmare, I am now being fully targeted by the nightmare. Are you sure you want to enter the ninth level with me later? Nightmare?" Han Fei grabbed Huang Ying's arm: "I'm here, why don't you give it a try?"
"Just give it a try." Huang Ying and Han Fei walked forward side by side. They passed through the lobby on the first floor, entered the corridor, and went up step by step.
"The shrine of dreams is on the top floor. Every time you clear a nightmare, you will be one step closer to it."
When they walked to the corner of the second floor, they felt a sense of weightlessness. Han Fei and Huang Win was swallowed up by endless darkness.
The scorching wind blew across their cheeks. Han Fei and Huang Ying opened their eyes. In front of them was a two-story building that was burned by fire.
Not far from the small building, there was a man dressed very strangely, carrying a bucket of gasoline and rushing towards the sea of fire.
"Isn't he trying to put out the fire?" Huang Ying pointed at the man: "Should we stop him?"
"No, just wait and see what happens."
The gasoline barrel was thrown in The fire broke out, and soon there was an explosion. The roof of the small building was blown through, all the glass on the floor was shattered, and the sky was filled with debris!
"Hahahaha! It's great!"
The man's fingers were also burned, but he didn't care at all. He picked up the fire ax next to him and smashed it at the flowerpot outside the small building.
After destroying everything, he sat in the middle of the yard and looked at the burning house like a child admiring fireworks.
“Good-looking, so fucking good-looking!”
After taking a break, the man grabbed the fire ax and turned around. He saw Han Fei and Huang Ying on the roadside: “What are you looking at?! Do you want to call the police? This is my house! I can burn it as much as I want!"
"If you are walking on the street, suddenly If you find a man burning his house, you will stop and watch." Han Fei said in a relaxed tone: "Is your house haunted?"
"I would!" There is a feeling of an outlaw: "I don't think you two are good people. Do you want to escape from here with me?"
"Escape?" Han Fei looked around. Except for the ignited house in front of him, this ninth-level nightmare was completely enveloped in darkness. According to his past experience, players cannot enter pure darkness, and if they want to explore other places, they can only follow the mad man.
"If you don't leave, you may be left here forever, in this cage, and become a prisoner of life." The man's words seemed to have a deeper meaning.
He carried the ax to the roadside and got into the only car.
"The nightmare on the ninth floor should be bigger than the eighth floor. We can't be trapped at the initial point. Let's follow him." Han Fei and Huang Ying opened the rear door and got in.
"It's great that I have you two as companions on the road. I won't be lonely on this late-night trip." The man put the fire ax on the passenger seat and turned the car stereo to the maximum: "The road of life Short, indulge when it’s time to indulge. Don’t wait until you are old and can’t move anymore and go to the nursing home to cry alone.”
"But what does this have to do with you burning down your own house?" This was Huang Ying's first nightmare, and he didn't understand.
"Say goodbye to the past! That house contains my life that was like garbage. Only by burning it can I be reborn!" The man handed the tablet in the car to Han Fei: "What song do you want to listen to?" Choose, don’t have any restrictions, meeting is fate, my car is your home!”
Clicking on the playlist, Han Fei glanced at it - "This is a mistake" "Yes" "It's not what you think" "It's just a simple drinking" "I'm so drunk that I don't remember" "I can't help you if you think like this"...
"Your playlist has a story. "." Han Fei didn't order a song, but flipped through other information as quickly as possible. Except for some games, the tablet was full of photos of a girl, but the girl's face was obscured by various layers.
“That’s not just a story, it’s heartbreaking! What a **** I fucked!” The man vomited sweetly: “Let’s not talk about it anymore. What are your names? Let’s talk about each other. There has to be a name, right?”
"My name is Han Fei, and this is my brother Huang Ying."
"One is Han and the other is Huang. Your story is not simple." The man has a wild personality and speaks very directly: "My name is Zhang Mingli, a senior network engineering designer and a director of the New Shanghai Photography Enthusiasts Association. I have also participated in volunteer teaching before, teaching Chinese, music, and ideological and moral character."
"You teach ideological and moral character?" Han Fei looked at He glanced at the co-pilot's fire ax with a strange expression.
On the other hand, Huang Ying is very calm, because he knows that even a "midnight butcher" like Han Fei has been an inspection teacher, so it is not difficult to understand that the ideological and moral teacher goes out with a fire ax.
"Damn it, I'm very civilized, okay?" Zhang Mingli argued loudly. He was about to argue with Han Fei when he suddenly saw an old man wearing a shroud appearing on the road in the distance.
The old man walked slowly from the side of the road to the middle of the road. When he saw the car approaching, he not only did not hide, but also stopped directly.
Zhang Mingli's reaction was also very direct. He stepped on the accelerator. This guy had just burned down his own house and seemed not to be prepared to live at all.
The speed of the car increased sharply, the night wind howled, and Zhang Mingli had no intention of slowing down!
"Calm down! At the worst, I'll pay for the porcelain!" Huang Ying was a little anxious, while Han Fei beside him had silently fastened his seat belts for the two of them.
"What are you talking about? This road is often haunted. How could the person wearing a shroud and running in the middle of the road in the middle of the night be a human being? It must be a ghost!" Zhang Mingli accelerated again, and the car ran forward like a crazy beast.
Seeing the car getting closer and closer, the old man in shroud clothes finally got scared. At the last moment, he couldn't care about anything and rolled to the side like a donkey.
"You are blind! You didn't see anyone on the road!" The longevity crown hung crookedly on his face, and the powder on the old man's face was wet with cold sweat: "You are driving so fast to reincarnate!"< br>
Hearing the old man’s insults, Zhang Mingli did not tolerate him at all. He quickly rolled down the window and stuck his head out of the car: "I*** you old porcelain dog! Call you *****! Kill *****! Get out of here! You *** "
Zhang Mingli was extremely aggressive and made the old man in shroud's face, which was covered with white foundation, black with anger.
"I have met this old man three times, and he has blackmailed me every time. I suspect that this old man has remembered my license plate number! No! I can't bear it anymore!" Zhang Mingli became angrier as he talked, and he stepped on the brakes. , opened the car door, rushed out with the fire axe: "Come here! Let me hear you curse again! Don't run!"
Han Fei and Huang Ying were sitting in the car, watching Zhang Mingli holding a fire ax and chasing an old man in a shroud on the night road.
"Is this the ninth floor of nightmares?"
"How should I put it? This floor is not the same as the several floors of nightmares I have cleared before."
A few Minutes later, Zhang Mingli came back panting: "That old grandson ran very fast, no wonder he dared to touch porcelain. He has good skills."
Restarting the car, Zhang Mingli continued to drive forward.
Han Fei, who was sitting in the back row, glanced at the navigation system. Zhang Mingli was not driving blindly. He had a destination. Han Fei was a little curious about where the end point of this journey would be.
"Why don't you two talk? We have just met, and now is the hot time, why are you silent?" Zhang Mingli seemed to dislike silence, and he was even afraid of it.
The driver's mental state is extremely unstable, so Huang Ying really has no intention of talking now.
Han Fei recalled the clues he saw in the car and said casually: "Actually, I am very confused now. I am often confused about life and love. I have been suffering from insomnia for several months."
< br>"Is this a coincidence? I'm a professional counterpart! I can enlighten you just in time. I used to be an ideological and moral teacher." Zhang Mingli laughed: "At your age, you usually only worry about two things. The first is lack of money. , the second lack of love.”
"I do have some love problems."
"Tell me, does the person you like not like you? Or the person you like ran away with someone else? Or did she betray you?" Zhang Mingli said Driving with one hand and lighting a cigarette with the other.
"Actually, I have had eleven girlfriends."
"How many?!" Zhang Mingli almost bit off his cigarette. This was not the story he wanted to hear.
"Eleven." Han Fei nodded and got into the mood. Huang Ying next to him turned his head and looked out of the car window. He did not dare to say more.
"Then you are so worried! I won't allow you to listen to my playlist!" Zhang Mingli is not young, but his current mental state is "pure".
"Among them are my subordinates, my bosses, school teachers, and my childhood sweetheart..."
"Okay, okay, don't introduce me anymore. Zhang Mingli waved his hands repeatedly: "Still a childhood sweetheart? I have never heard of such a word. The girls who grew up together used to be called A loser from my village."
"Although I have had so many girls, I still don't understand what love is. I don't understand what true love is?" Han Fei got involved. Emotions are conveyed through subtle changes in facial expressions, a mixture of sadness, pain, anguish and longing.
“People like you who can get love casually definitely don’t know what love is.” Zhang Mingli lit another cigarette: “I tell you, love is hurt! It’s painful! The more you love, the more you love. The deeper it hurts!”
"Has Mr. Zhang had a similar experience? What is your love like?" Han Fei said the questions he really wanted to ask, including strange playlists, photos of girls with their faces covered, and driving to a certain place desperately. The night train at the end of the road seems to be a hint of love. (End of this chapter)