It is worth mentioning that Young Master Qiu was only seven years old that year.

It can be seen that dandy and prodigal are innate talents.

The drizzle fell.

Qiu Bodeng took out an umbrella from a cart that sold groceries next to him. The umbrella was translucent and the ribs were a silver-gray iron frame. After opening it, he could see the sky of the amusement park through the umbrella. The sky was like a prisoner. The iron bars of the cage are divided into pieces, and each piece is illuminated by the lights into unreal magnificent colors.

He didn't remember why he came here, nor why it maintained the appearance of Happy Valley, so he held an umbrella and walked with the crowd.

A shrill scream.

Immediately afterwards, there was a gunshot, not the gunshot of the shooting project in the amusement park, but the sound of a genuine gun popping out of the chamber. The crowd in front was running in all directions, some children screamed in fright, some adults took out their mobile phones and hurriedly called the police, and several unobtrusive men fled.

Qiu Bo Deng glanced casually.

In the gap between the crowd, a middle-aged butler in a well-groomed black dress was seen struggling in a pool of blood, blood pouring out like a fountain from his neck. Only when a person's arteries are cut can so much blood flow out, like life blooming in a flash into a flower that fades away in a flash.

It's human nature to watch the fun. The bigger the event, the more people watching, but very few actually stepped forward to help, and most of them were just whispering.

"...Do you want to kidnap the rich young master?"

"I didn't expect that when I was bitten to death, I wouldn't let go, and I couldn't do it if I wanted to take it away quietly..."

"Too stubborn, kidnapping is just asking for money, now it's better..."

"It's a bit scary... You didn't see the posture just now, two or three big men couldn't be kicked away, it was like... like a monster."

"..."

Sirens blared.

The isolation line was quickly pulled up and the crowd was dispersed.

Leaning on the pillar with the slogan of the amusement park, he saw the face of the dead young master, a face he was all too familiar with - it belonged to him at the age of seven.

"Do you remember?"

A voice sounded faintly from behind.

"You are a monster."

Yes.

He remembered.

He is indeed a monster.

In his "memory", when he was seven years old, he just had a high fever inexplicably, but in fact there was no high fever, there was just death that was absolutely impossible to survive. He should have died, died in the world's first-class Happy Valley, and died under countless witnesses.

But he is alive.

"And many more times, earlier, later... planes that exploded, collapsed undersea corridors, broken cables..."

The rain suddenly became heavier and violent.

The circus collapsed, the merry-go-round fell, the roller coaster twisted, the colorful lights fell into the river-like rushing rain, the light was turbulent and twisted, the ground suddenly cracked, and all those memories that had been deliberately forgotten and ignored were torn off the veil... He was surrounded by thousands of people, calling for wind and rain like a happy emperor surrounded by countless puppets.

All the swords from behind, all the lies that have been whitewashed to perfection.

The rain was flowing from my feet, and there was an advertisement printed with the slogan of Happy Valley, saying, "Create the best memories and create the happiest fairy tales - June limited performance · Fantasy in Wonderland"... The whole world is a fake On the stage, a rehearsal called "Drunk Life and Dream Death" was repeated.

There is only one viewer.

"Why pretend to be crazy? Is it useful?"

He turned around.

The amusement park collapsed and disintegrated, the tourists disappeared, the world was dark, and only a cold bronze stood behind it. The bronze door has no shackles, and it opens as soon as it is pushed, and the black air continuously pours out from behind the door, responding to the violent storm, as if a demon sneered coldly.

...Every step you take, someone carefully arranges for you. They let you see beauty and sadness, let you save plants and trees, and let you watch fireworks. They held prosperity in front of you, shredded prosperity, and then told you to kill you and save you. They all have deep difficulties.

...don't you think it's funny? So laboriously covering up, so painstakingly leading you to the road of saving lives?

...what are they covering up, what are they glossing over?

Playing crazy and selling stupid, is it useful?

All the pain will not disappear because of forgetting, all the truth will always be buried deep in my heart, and all the sadness will always emit chills.

Qiu Bodeng's clothes were suddenly white as snow, and suddenly red as fire.

The heavy rain washed over the world, and a woman laughed hoarsely and sharply in the rain: "You will regret... Do you still want to pretend to be crazy and foolish forever? Sooner or later, you will become us! Sooner or later!"

"Yes."

The cold answer cut through her hysterical sarcasm.

The bronze door collapsed.

The unreal blue climbed up into the sky, the clean and dust-free roads stretched in all directions, and the high-rise buildings of steel and iron rose from the ground, becoming a cage where the ground is a prison.

The lightning illuminated Qiu Bodeng's face, and there was no expression on his face.

"I can never remember anything, I can never know anything."

Chapter 73 Tens of thousands of people for me, never extinguish the spark

Shi Wuluo leaned over and opened Qiu Bodeng's tightly clenched right hand, and let his curled fingers buckle on the back of his hand.

Qiu Bodeng was lying on the white fine sand, the red clothes spread out as if endless blood was flowing. The long and thick eyelashes covered the pale skin, and the expression was neither happy nor sad, only in the place where no one could see, the fingers curled up... So afraid of pain and so afraid of being alone, always covering up the real pain and loneliness stand up.

He cried out for help all the time, but he cried out silently.

As stubborn as a lonely ghost anchored at the bottom of the sea, he longed for someone to pull him out of the deep sea day after day, but if no one came across the mountains for him, he would have already accepted the end of looking up to the sky and drowning.