Origin Chapter 944: Fan

Leaving Diba, Wu Zhongyuan began to think about where to go again. At this time, there was no one on the street. Most of the people who did not return at night were concentrated in entertainment places. From the perspective of yin and yang, light belongs to the day. Darkness belongs to night. The same person may have two completely different states during day and night. What he does and sees and hears at night tends to be negative.

Seeing Wu Zhongyuan standing on the side of the road, a taxi driver stepped forward to pick up customers. Before Wu Zhongyuan had a good idea of ​​where to go, he walked a little further away and avoided them.

After sitting down on the edge of the flower bed, Wu Zhongyuan began to be dazed. He has lived in modern times for 18 years. He knows all the normal things in today's society, and there is no need to explore and study them one by one. He was inspired by things he had never experienced before, places he had never been, and people he had never met.

Although the nightlife seems to be diverse and exciting, it is nothing more than two categories of food and color. People need to eat when they are alive, and they need money to eat. All kinds of labor or exchanges are for the purpose of obtaining money. And color is the basic need of all living things. All living things will reproduce if there is enough food. Even if there is no result of reproduction, genes will prompt them to reproduce. In fact, food color can be converted into each other, but some The conversion process is more tactful, while some conversion processes are more direct.

The driver waiting for customers from the street in the middle of the night, the woman standing under the street lamp, the security guard at the door of the Di Bar, and the woman with dyed white hair in the Di Bar, all they do is actually to get money, they The purpose of obtaining money may be different, but the essence is the same, that is, to live, or to live better.

It is well known that individual taxi drivers may detour to kill passengers, but few people know that they wait for passengers on a cold night without turning on the air conditioner to save some gas money.

In the eyes of the world, the women under the streetlights are unethical and depraved, but they also have difficulties. It is obviously cold outside, so they deliberately wear less clothes and try to show their thighs. They are a little worried cold meaning.

Security is a profession that most people despise. There are many attacks and criticisms of security guards. It is generally believed that they are lazy and do not want to make progress. In fact, security guards also have a pitiful side. Most of them have no culture or skills. There are no better jobs in town.

There is a saying that poor people must be hateful, isn't that right? If you look at it from a dark and harsh point of view, this sentence is true.

But if you look at it from the perspective of light and tolerance, it is that hateful people must have pity.

The same thing, observed and judged with two different mentalities, will produce two completely different results, and both of these results are correct, so the problem comes, the truth is in the end what is it? Is there only one truth?

Just when Wu Zhongyuan was in a daze, a woman's voice came from not far away, "handsome guy, why did you run out?"

Wu Zhongyuan tilted his head when he heard the sound, only to see the white-haired boy in the bar walking towards him in a down jacket.

"It's about to start, let's go in." Bai Mao'er waved at him.

Wu Zhongyuan waved at him.

Seeing him waving his hand, Bai Mao'er came over suspiciously and said half-jokingly, "It's too late for you to regret it now, the money will not be refunded."

"I didn't want to refund the money either." Wu Zhongyuan said casually.

"What are you doing sitting here?" Bai Mao'er asked, "Is it because I'm not good enough and you don't like the songs I'm playing?"

"No, it's good, you have a high level of rhythm." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Haha, are you from ancient times?" Bai Mao'er asked with a smile.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't understand why Baimao'er asked this question, so he frowned at her, "Why do you ask that?"

"You just said rhythm, rhythm is the way before the founding of the country." Bai Mao'er laughed.

Hearing Bai Mao'er say this, Wu Zhongyuan suddenly realized, and said casually, "I have something to deal with, so I won't go back, you can hurry up."

"What's the matter, are you in a bad mood?" Bai Mao'er took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one by himself, and handed another to Wu Zhongyuan.

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "Thank you, I don't smoke."

At this moment, a waiter ran out, "Fan, hurry up, it's time."

"You really don't go in?" Bai Mao'er looked at Wu Zhongyuan.

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head.

Bai Mao'er turned around and shouted to the waiter, "Let Qing Hua take it for me, I'll sit with the handsome guy for a while."

"No, no, I don't need you to accompany me, so hurry up and go." Wu Zhongyuan waved his hands again and again.

Bai Mao'er ignored it and waved to the waiter again. After the waiter ran away, he looked back at Wu Zhongyuan, "You don't seem to be a local."

"Yes." Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

"Did something happen to you?" Bai Maoer asked.

"No." Wu Zhongyuan didn't want to have too much to do with her, so he got up and walked to the side of the road.

"Did you take a taxi?" Bai Mao'er was a little surprised.

"Yes." Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

Bai Mao'er quickly followed, "You didn't even bring your bag, but brought that pile of cash?"

Wu Zhongyuan is another um.

"If you have any other use for the money, I'll give you some back, but I can't refund it all, I have to keep some." Bai Mao'er smiled.

Bai Mao'er's words made Wu Zhongyuan feel a little good about her, and he waved his hand and said, "No, you can keep it, it's useless for me to ask for money."

"Are you irritated by something?" Bai Mao'er half-joked.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer, he walked to the side of the road and stretched out his hand to call for a car.

A taxi in the back rowed over with gas, causing other drivers to scold.

Wu Zhongyuan opened the door and sat in.

"Where to?" The driver flipped over the meter.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't know much about the city and couldn't think of where to go for a while.

Seeing his hesitation, Bai Mao'er became more worried and said with a smile, "I'll treat you to a late night snack."

"No, go back quickly." Wu Zhongyuan closed the car door.

Bai Mao'er was stunned for a moment, then opened the co-pilot's door and sat up before the driver drove, "Go, find a place to eat late night."

Before Wu Zhongyuan could speak, the car was already moving forward.

"Hey, I'm really fine, what are you doing?" Wu Zhongyuan asked with a frown.

"Are you lost in love?" Bai Mao'er asked.

Wu Zhongyuan laughed, "Where did you want to go?"

"What do you want to eat, I'll treat you." Bai Mao'er raised his hand and took off the wig on his head.

Only then did Wu Zhongyuan realize that the other party had short black hair, "Isn't your hair dyed?"

"No." Bai Mao'er shook his head.

"I'm really fine, you go quickly, I'm not hungry." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Hey, handsome guy, what's your name?" Bai Mao'er asked with a smile.

"What's your name?" Wu Zhongyuan asked rhetorically.

"They all call me a fan, you can call me a fan too." Fan said casually.

"My surname is Wu." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Where is your hometown? Why are you here?" Fan asked.

Wu Zhongyuan frowned and didn't answer.

"Did it come from here?" Fan asked.

Wu Zhongyuan did not understand what Ben Xian meant, and frowned in doubt.

The fan turned to Wu Zhongyuan, who was sitting in the back seat, and said, "What are you doing with so much cash on you at night? Who do you want to give it to?"

Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer her, but said, "Don't keep that money, spend it early."

Wu Zhongyuan is a kind reminder, because he is not sure if the banknotes transformed by the aura will disappear after he leaves, but the fan misunderstood, but because the taxi driver was next to her, she couldn't ask questions directly, so she talked with Wu Zhongyuan The few songs he had previously ordered.

Although Wu Zhongyuan didn't want to have too much interaction with her, he couldn't deny that this person was very kind, so he had a question-and-answer chat with her. What he didn't expect was that Fan was from a music major, and he It's not a wild way to become a monk halfway, and the reason why Fan is curious about him is because he found out that his mentality is different from others through the several pieces of music he ordered.

The fan's statement aroused Wu Zhongyuan's curiosity, "Oh, what's the difference?"

Fan said with a smile, "What listeners like are music that can resonate with their own mood, and a person's character and life experience can be roughly judged by the music they like. Of course, a single song is not enough to listen to What comes out, but a few songs can be combined together. The three songs you ordered are excellent in composition. The rhythm is thick and smooth, and there is no lack of excitement and tragic. This is a very complex emotion, and it is not easy to describe in words. , if I have to describe it, it is very much like an officer who is about to go to the battlefield returning home to visit his family for the last time."

The words of the fan made Wu Zhongyuan no longer regret not getting her out of the car, "Why is it an officer and not a soldier?"

"Feeling," Fan said, "the state of mind of the leader and the person being led are different. If I guess correctly, you should be a company owner. You may encounter some difficulties in your career, or you may have physical problems. You want to come here to visit a woman with whom you have a good relationship before making a big decision, but that woman has let you down."

"Haha, you are very smart, but unfortunately, the limitations of cognition limit your imagination." Wu Zhongyuan laughed.

"Am I guessing wrong?" Fan asked.

"No," Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "but it's a bit interesting. I'll treat you to this meal."

"Do you still have money?" Fan asked with a smile.

"Yes." Wu Zhongyuan nodded again.

Because it was not very late, there were still many places to eat supper, but in order to make more money, the driver pulled the two to a very remote place in the suburbs.

Wu Zhongyuan took out the money to pay the bill, but as soon as the money was handed over, he felt a sting in the back of his hand.

Wu Zhongyuan frowned and retracted his hands. He looked down and found a row of tiny needle eyes on the back of his hand.

Seeing this situation, Wu Zhongyuan knew that he was in a plot, and hurriedly kicked the car door and hurried out.

At this moment, gunshots were heard in the car, and at the same time, dull gunshots were heard from all over the place. Wu Zhongyuan was hit in both legs by the bullets flying out of the car, at the same time on the front chest and back. Even shot several times.

Suddenly hit hard, Wu Zhongyuan was unstable, and fell to the ground. The moment he fell to the ground, he swung his left hand back, and a sharp thorn turned by aura shot through the window, stabbing the fake driver in the seat.

At this moment, Fan screamed and pushed open the car door and ran out. She had already run to the corner of the wall. Seeing that Wu Zhongyuan was still on the side of the road, after a few hesitations, she dared to run back.

But just as she ran to Wu Zhongyuan's side to help her, the gunshots sounded again. Fan was shot in the chest and fell in a pool of blood.

With Wu Zhongyuan's Reiki cultivation base, the gunshot trauma was not enough to make him lose his ability to move. The reason why he couldn't stand up was because he had been injected with unknown drugs by the fake driver. At this time, his consciousness was in a trance and his limbs were paralyzed.

At the critical moment, he didn't even think about it, he tried his best to grab the fan with his hand, turned to force his mind, and teleported before he lost consciousness...