Zhao Qi stopped talking.
She clasped her fingers uneasily, with a blank expression on her face.
"Sorry...she interfered with your normal plans. Let me do the rest."
The old policeman nodded slightly towards Luo Zhifeng, took the notes himself, and satisfied Luo Zhifeng's request without any delay.
Zhao Qi waited until the old policeman finished his work and still stood there. The old policeman called her slightly dissatisfied: "Let's go, why are you still hanging there?"
She just followed numbly.
Luo Zhifeng saw that the black gas overflowing from Zhao Qi's body had finally shrunk into tiny particles invisible to the naked eye, and completely disappeared before his eyes.
As the black particles disappeared, the obvious anger on Zhao Qi's face also disappeared. It was as if she had just suddenly realized what a bad thing she had done.
What are the black particles
Luo Zhifeng squinted his eyes, combined with Yu Shi's memory, he came up with a guess.
The live broadcast system was huddled in the corner, watching Luo Zhifeng not live broadcasting and doing such unseemly things, his mouth seemed to be bubbling with anxiety.
Then, it widened its eyes and watched in disbelief as Luo Zhifeng easily pulled something out of the void.
It felt that a section of its database had been lost out of thin air. The thing Luo Zhifeng pulled out was the "Conversation of the Dead" it had generated due to lack of energy!
He was actually able to get past him and snatch away the props he used to deceive the attackers!
how come? How could the host have such ability? !
How can it be!
The data in the live broadcast system was chaotic for a moment, and it was blinded by anger. If it were normal times, it would have definitely used non-lethal methods such as electric shocks on its hosts as a means of punishment for offending the system and overstepping its authority.
After all, all systems have the same understanding of hosts in their databases—they are high-interest, non-reusable objects.
No matter how much the host's abilities have improved after undergoing training in several worlds, they must die if the system tells them to die. At the same time, the host must not cause any substantial harm to the system.
The hosts always feel that as their strength increases, they will become powerful beings that can communicate with the system on an equal footing. However, in fact, when they signed a contract with the system, they had a slave dog leash tied around their necks.
The system is the absolute ruler for the host.
A slave can only kneel down and kiss the instep of his master. How can he have the right to look at his master's eyes
Those who dare to resist the system will die; those who intend to harm the system will have their souls destroyed by the contract - the host and the system have always been such deformed existences.
What is above the three thousand worlds? This has been a scam from the beginning!
But... the live broadcast system looked at Luo Zhifeng in front of him viciously, and subconsciously shrank his body back. I don't know why, but it always has a little fear of this host.
It is obviously an existence with absolute control, but on the contrary, it is afraid of an "object"!
It doesn't even dare to act rashly. Why? The live broadcast system couldn't find any reason. It could only watch Luo Zhifeng unfold the "Conversations with the Dead" and communicate with Yu Shi's soul.
Luo Zhifeng gently put his hand in his hair, blocking the cold gaze of the live broadcast system.
He wrote the first line of the dialogue between the dead and communicated with Yu Shi's soul.
[Hello. ]
[Are you the one who takes over my body? Please save my brother, don't let him die in front of me again, and... stop Fei Hongwen, his fantasy city will only bring disaster! ! please-]
A line of intense text appeared out of thin air on the conversation record.
[Calm down, you are too weak. ]
Just as Luo Zhifeng said, Yu Shi's soul was so weak that it seemed as if it was going to die at any moment, like a bubble that would burst when poked.
But even in this situation, when the person occupying his body didn't know whether he was good or bad, Yu Shi still asked for help.
- Helpless and desperate help.
The corners of Luo Zhifeng's lips raised slightly, and he tapped the tip of his pen: [I need your cooperation—]
The most intuitive experience that Yu Shi had about the future in his dream had to be narrated by him, the client.
[In the future you see, are people obsessed with and blindly following Fei Hongwen, as if the group is infected with a virus and want to give their lives to Fei Hongwen? ]
[Yes, there are even groups of people committing suicide. They are so fanatical... It's like they regard Fei Hongwen as a god who controls everything and needs their worship! ] Yu Shi "wrote" it.
[So, when Fei Hongwen wrote the words in front of the audience, did you notice the special features of the paper he used? ]
Luo Zhifeng guided step by step.
Yu Shi paused for nearly a minute and described: "The paper he used was yellow. There is no such paper on the market. It felt like it was specially made." I, I once seemed to smell the smell of burning things on his paper. ]
Luo Zhifeng raised his eyebrows.
He wrote: [Is it true that Fei Hongwen’s bold plagiarism of other people’s works has never been noticed? He has always been carefree and happy, probably because he used some method to cultivate his readers into child Gu one by one, and he is the mother Gu who controls the mind. Could paper be the medium? ]
His fingertips touched the rough yellow paper of Dialogues of the Dead.
[Similarly, Fei Hongwen wrote plagiarized works, so how did he get recognition for his imagination? I'm afraid he doesn't even know a little bit about the original author's writing, right? ] Luo Zhifeng lowered his eyes, [So...]
[so? ]
"Haha..." Luo Zhifeng said, "Fei Hongwen may very well have personal belongings of the author of the work he plagiarized, or... other things."
[Yes, it is! It's very possible! ]
At the same time, Fei Hongwen maintained a steady smile and said goodbye to an important reader who had just come to visit.
He frowned as soon as he closed the door. After looking around to make sure there were no spies around him, he walked to his bedroom and slowly pressed the button of a dark room.
Fei Hongwen pushed open the door of the darkroom and walked in. The bright yellow light inside suddenly turned on, causing the high-strength glass display cabinet to reflect bright and dazzling light.
This is not like a cold and hidden dark room, but more like a small museum. In each glass cabinet stands a book, a volume of poetry, or a painting.
Each object has been carefully preserved and delicately placed in individual custom containers.
Looking at the past, this small world seems to not exist in the works of celebrities who are full of blockbusters. Only Fei Hongwen, who followed his golden finger "library" to discover this place, knew that it was not that these famous masters did not exist in this small world, but because civilization had stopped for generations!
The once brilliant, dazzling and enduring culture was lost in history and is no longer known to others.
Therefore, contemporary people in this small world do not know Li Bai or Du Fu...the history they know actually only begins after the dynasty!
But these long and graceful cultures have not completely disappeared. This exquisite storage room is a cultural treasure that the people of that era worked hard to preserve.
They hope that future generations will discover this dark room and unearth a once glorious civilization—
They even engraved a gold-plated saying on each glass lid.
But no one in the past would have thought that the person who discovered the existence of these things would be a copycat from another world! Fei Hongwen naturally concealed their existence, took it as his own, and... used these priceless treasures to satisfy his own selfish desires.
He stared at a glass cover and murmured: "I can't write that bitch Yu Shi's works for the time being. I can't allow myself to have too many free periods. The readers are a bunch of damn sluts. I will never let them. Chance to forget me!”
"So -" Fei Hongwen came closer, raised the fire ax in his hand, and smashed one of the glass covers with a bang!
"By burning the real works of these famous people into ashes and making paper, I can write on them and draw works of famous people that can turn fantasy into reality!" Fei Hongwen showed a little red thread in his eyes. If someone is here, You can see that he is wearing an extremely ecstatic and proud smile.
This is not the first time he has done this!
Fei Hongwen raised the lighter with one hand with unusual skill and lit the bright and hot flame on the "Manuscript of the Nephew Memorial"!
Under Fei Hongwen's joyful smile, the half-destroyed gilt reminder next to it seemed to be stained with a bit of red and eye-catching "bloody color".
The paper was rolled up by the flames and turned black... Pieces of fly ash were carefully picked up by Fei Hongwen.
The damaged gilt font seemed to be distorted, as if it had been burned by the flames along with the blessings of the predecessors.
〈We hope the people who find them here cherish them. They are symbols of an era and unparalleled treasures of beauty.
We hope it can be passed on, this is our only prayer and blessing.
—Civilization is immortal. 〉
Perhaps there were also lines of small print that were burned together - [In xxx, the xxx organization set fire to try to burn this place down, xxx, xxx... We used our bodies to extinguish the flames and perished in the sea of fire together with the believers.
The last guardian dies.
From now on... this place will be completely sealed, waiting for future generations to discover it.
xxx.Guardian’s death pen. ]
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