Mo Yang had a splitting headache.
The beating nerves are clamoring for rest and sleep, but the continuous escape for more than ten days makes his mental state look very bad. The black eye sockets and bloodshot eyes, even wearing black The framed glasses couldn't completely cover it up, not to mention that he was terribly thin, and his whole body exuded a gloomy and implicitly violent aura.
The young shopkeeper who dozed off in front of the canteen even gave him a few extra glances, as if he was afraid that this gloomy, tall, thin man with a big travel bag would not be able to pay for his purchases or would start a robbery or something.
It's 7:18 in the evening, and the male anchor in the news is sternly reading a person's A-level arrest warrant:
Mo Yang, male, Han nationality, 28 years old, 183 centimeters tall, registered permanent residence: District X, Beijing City, ID number: 411xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. Former cutting-edge reasoning novelist and the young president of Mo's Company.
After he frantically killed two executives of Mercer Corporation on December 7 this year, he shot and killed a government official in the street four days later. On December 16th, he attacked the prison guards escorting him with a gun and fled to this day. His behavior is extremely bad, his methods are very dangerous, and he is suspected of being manic. I hope that the general public will be more careful. Anyone who provides clues will be rewarded with a reward of 500,000 yuan.
Mo Yang quietly looked at the flamboyant and handsome face that was completely different from his present self, his chapped thin lips were slightly curved, revealing a mocking arc. He picked up a pack of instant noodles and a bottle of mineral water, and went to the front to pay.
The owner of the canteen heaved a sigh of relief, the guy with the travel bag was not a poor man or a thug after all. "Hey, these days, even a wanted criminal looks so good-looking, and he's still a novelist and president. I really can't figure out why he's living a good life but wants to kill people."
Mo Yang laughed, as if he wasn't talking about himself: "You know people, you know their faces, but you don't know their hearts. The more dog-like a person is, the less he is a thing."
The owner of the commissary was taken aback for a moment, and then gave a thumbs up: "Brilliant! It's a total of 13 yuan and 50 cents."
When Mo Yang took out the money to check out, the news anchor on TV had already read another message. The female announcer is using a formulaic laugh to introduce the world's largest and longest known meteor shower that will fall at 8 o'clock this evening. Remind all astronomy enthusiasts and people who love meteors to pay attention to observation.
"Meteor shower, what's so interesting about the kind of things that are actually just messy rocks that want to fall into the earth, but are strongly rejected by the earth's atmosphere?"
Mo Yang took a bite of dry noodles and sneered.
The owner of the canteen seemed to be hearing such a demonic explanation for the first time, and he couldn't make a phone call to tell his girlfriend to watch the meteor shower together.
A good meteor shower sounds like rape|violence, maybe the brother in front of him is not mentally ill? !
Suspected to be mentally ill, Mo Yang didn't care about the strange eyes of the owner of the canteen. He turned and walked out of the canteen, thinking about where to sleep tonight. In winter, even a small county in the south will get sick if you don't nest in a leeward place.
Moreover, he needs a complete and safe sleep too much. To survive until now, he feels that he might have superhuman blood and have the research perseverance of a mad scientist.
Walking aimlessly, a bright light suddenly flashed across the dark sky.
Mo Yang raised his head, and saw a row of shining stones violently blasting the earth's atmosphere.
There is a small hill with a big tree growing obliquely in front of it.
Suitable for sleeping in a tent.
It won't be suspected yet, it's right to be a stargazer.
very good.
Mo Yang pitched a tent under the big tree, listening to the exclamation and admiration of the men, women, old and young who climbed up the hill from time to time to watch the meteor shower, finally closed his eyes reluctantly. Even if the environment is noisy, it is more reassuring than a quiet and comfortable hotel. At least, there are no special police officers like vicious dogs and lingering assassins.
Tsk, but the escape of these ten days is already the limit. He may be caught by those people soon, and then he will be charged with a false charge just like his father, and he will be shot in the end.
Well, wrong. He will not be like his father, he really killed three people, those people can completely convict him openly.
Before Mo Yang closed his eyes, he thought in his heart that if he was caught like this and died, it would be a bit of a loss. Although two lives were exchanged for three lives, but with so many properties and antiques in his family, and he still has a half-finished novel, wouldn't he end up taking advantage of those high-ranking bastards in the end
Even if he burned all the money and fed it to the ghosts, he didn't want to feed it to those politicians and corrupt officials who are deeply black.
Meteors streaked across the night sky one after another, and most countries and people in the world saw this meteor shower that lasted for nearly a whole day.
But the strange thing is that astronomers at home and abroad have different opinions on the source of this dense and continuous meteor shower, or meteor swarms that can be called meteor storms. The Perseid meteor shower, and meteorite fragments said to be extraterrestrial... Of course, this has nothing to do with ordinary people, everyone just needs to look good.
When Mo Yang was awakened by slight footsteps, the sky was already bright. The old man who came to exercise in the morning didn't care about the tent under the tree. In this small town in the southern mountains, there are many artists who come to take pictures and paint, and the old people are no strangers to it.
And at this time, Mo Yang in the tent pressed his head with his right hand, listened to the mechanical sound that appeared in his ears, and looked at the translucent words that appeared in front of his eyes, thinking that he might be a schizophrenic who was really fleeing. up
[Hello, do you want to make a fortune?]
[Do you want to be the savior of Superman?]
[Do you want to be a winner in life who hugs left and right?]
[As long as you play the game, you can reach the pinnacle of life! !]
Mo Yang: "..."
"Hey. I just came down from the pinnacle of my life. I'm not interested in climbing mountains anymore, I'm tired."
The mechanical sound and the subtitles were silent for a few seconds, and when Mo Yang thought it was an illusion of sleep due to poor rest, the sound and the translucent words reappeared.
[Oh, dear, do you want revenge?]
[Do you want to kill all those bad guys who wronged your father and you so that they will be ruined?]
[As long as you play the game, you can kill all the people you don't like!]
In an instant, Mo Yang raised his eyelids, and the pair of phoenix eyes under the black-rimmed glasses suddenly shot out an extremely sharp and cold light. Even his aura is like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.
The author has something to say: Well, the nest has started to dig a hole, and the 10th is a good day~
Thank you Huskies and Qin Baobao for mine, especially Erha, it’s so early, give you a meteor hug.
Well, this story, I will try my best to write it better. mwah.