Li Moqian's matter should be resolved, at least for us.
After speaking on the phone, Fatty and Chen Xiaoqiu drove out of the parking lot respectively. At the next intersection, 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. Xue Jingyue stopped talking when I got off the car.
"What's wrong?" Fatty asked carefully.
Xue Jingyue thought for a while and shook her head, "I'm not sure. But I always feel... as if... it's not over yet..."
These words made my heart skip a beat.
Xue Jingyue smiled at me, "Even if there is something, it has nothing to do with us. Qingye's people have been there all along, and the police have also obtained evidence."
I nodded, closed the car door, watched the thin man wave to me, and watched the fat man drive away.
I didn't go home. I waited until Fatty's car was no longer visible, then turned around and went to the station.
I took a bus to Gongnong Village No. 6, went straight to Building No. 6, and went up to the sixth floor in one breath.
This is not the first time I have been to Qingye Supernatural Agency, but this is probably the calmest time I have ever walked.
I could feel the subtle changes in the air on the sixth floor.
It’s not just the extra Yin energy in the air.
On the stairs, I felt something strange.
At the entrance and exit of that different space, I seemed to have heard the wind sounds that Gu Mo had heard.
I didn't stop, continued upstairs, took out the key, and opened the office door.
The sound of the door opening was long and distant, and the sound echoed on this floor.
I kept walking, stepped into the office, and closed the door behind me.
When I got here, I stopped all my movements.
My hand was still pressed against the door panel.
I exhaled, turned around, looked at the two rows of sofas facing each other, and walked to my old seat.
As soon as I sat down, I spoke: "Ye Qing, I want to talk to you."
No one responded to me.
I continued calmly: "I should have talked about this matter with you since I discovered my ability and your purpose. But we didn't have a good talk. You told me before that the only thing you could do at that time was What you did was to find me. You didn't tell the truth at that time, right? Maybe what you meant by 'finding me' was different from what I understood at the time. You didn't find me after the demolition started, but when I was a child. You found me. Otherwise, you had a plan after you found me."
I looked up at the empty sofa, "You can use my ability, even directly control my ability without my knowledge."
After my words fell, the room was still very quiet, without any sound at all.
"Not only can you control my abilities, you can also use Liu Miao's abilities. You can even use Gu Mo's, Nangong Yao's abilities, or other people's abilities... You just haven't shown it to me, and you don't need to show it to me. This power of yours,” I continued.
There was a mark of a person sitting on the sofa opposite.
What I want to say is not over yet.
"You are more skilled in using my abilities than I am, and... more powerful..." I took a deep breath, "I don't understand, this should be your best plan. Or, you must meet certain conditions. , can we do this? I think we can talk about this. Change our original way of cooperation. I... "
I opened my mouth and smiled bitterly, "I can't do it... I thought I could do it. I thought I was the only solution, but now the situation has changed. Not only you, but also people in the supernatural circle have one It sounds like a more reliable solution. I am different from you. If there is no other way, I am willing to try. According to your ideas, use my ability to save the world. As Wu Ling said, use more abilities and exercise more , become stronger. Or as Gu Mo said, just let it go. I... I want to use my abilities to protect my family. I want to protect my friends. My abilities are indeed very useful. I save I have saved my sister, I have saved A Guang... I have indeed done some things. But... I have no way... There is no way to save this world... This is the second time... I have not made any progress. I also... There is no way... I am in trouble. I can't Know what to do…”
Losing impulse, losing passion, and losing sympathy for victims made me feel uneasy. I'm afraid that what Gu Mo once said may turn out to be a prophecy. I will turn into an evil ghost after death and cause even greater disasters. Even if Ye Qing can kill me, what about before he kills me? I don't want that tragic ending either.
However, if I stay in that mood, I will lose my cool. I will save people subconsciously.
In other circumstances, I act bravely and help others, which is an act worthy of praise. Even if I sacrifice myself for a stranger, I will feel sad for my family and friends, and I will feel sorry for myself, but I will not regret it.
Now, I regret it.
My abilities bring me unparalleled strength, but also bring burdens.
Gu Mo and Nangong Yao once comforted me. Their tone was careless, and they understated what happened in the film and television city. This may be something they did deliberately, or it may be that they have witnessed too many deaths at Qingye Supernatural Agency, so they looked away. Necessary efforts and necessary sacrifices are acceptable to them. Even if this "necessity" is just for the growth of someone's personal strength.
But I can't accept this kind of thing calmly.
There was no way I could accept this quickly.
How many times do I need this "necessity" to grow to the point where I can master my abilities
This is not my own sacrifice, it is the killing of a stranger’s life!
I can't take the lives of others to train myself, and I can't take it calmly.
If before this, I was forced to do nothing, the people in Qingye were also forced to do so. Now they have alternatives, and there are two alternatives.
"I can give my power to you." I looked at the sofa opposite, "You can use my power to change this collapsed world."
This is the best way, the best of both worlds.
Even if Ye Qing can't do it, there is still the plan of the supernatural circle that can overcome it.
One is individual heroism, and the other is collective effort.
I don’t know which one is better. What is certain is that neither one should have my place and let me hold you back.
The person opposite made no sound or changed his movements.
He seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of this matter.
I waited quietly.
I know, this kind of behavior is very cowardly. I am a deserter.
But I was never a soldier.
I'm just a regular guy who got caught up in this.
Like most of my kind, I am just an ordinary person with special abilities.
This is completely different from people like Ye Qing and Muge.
I want to be free.
I don't want to see anyone die because of their own incompetence anymore.
Whether it's something I can't save or someone I can kill.
I closed my eyes.
Da da!
I opened my eyes and saw that the mark on the sofa was slightly distorted, as if a person had leaned forward and then leaned back.
I looked down at the coffee table.
There were cracks on the glass of the coffee table. On top of that lay two bloody nails. On the nails, blood-red dandelions are blooming.
This should be Li Moqian's fingernail that was pulled out. But, why is Ye Qing holding this thing? There is no yin in it.
I looked at the sofa opposite me in confusion.
"Wait." Ye Qing threw two words at me.