Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

Chapter 38 The Fire of Truth

The atmosphere in the hall is seriously inconsistent with the quaint architectural style.

As soon as Peng Min pushed open the door, the sound came over his face.The rhythm of the electronic sound is strong, surrounded by reverberation and subwoofer, the electronic singer sings the original language, and the voice cannot tell the gender.The curtains were all drawn down, so that the daylight could not penetrate, and the hall became a gloomy dark room.A silver polyhedron projection ball hangs from the ceiling, with blue-purple light spots constantly rotating.The flickering effect of the light is similar to light pollution, and you will feel slightly dizzy if you look at it for a long time.

Every element is very modern, giving them a sense of familiarity.It was as if they were not going to observe an execution, but to participate in a carnival.

The location of the trial hall was far from the center, and the light was dim. Peng Min could not see the expressions of the people as they filed out.He waited for a while, but he didn't see Wei Zixu coming out, so he turned the doorknob and went in to look for it.

The music behind him was loud and loud, and the crowd was indifferent. He was waiting for someone who might not come to the appointment.In a daze, Peng Min thought he had returned to the outside world, standing at the club door waiting for Wei Zixu.In the street at midnight, it has just rained, and the ground reflects mottled light spots.The air smelled of car exhaust and cheap beer. He stared at the end of the street. Wei Zixu never appeared.He didn't quite understand all of Wei Zixu's actions, but he had already begun to fall. He was obviously a polite and docile man, but he was good at mixing spirits.Take a sip, the sweetness is followed by heart-biting burning, and the danger is revealed in the ambiguity.

The strong drink was addictive, he couldn't resist it.

Wei Zixu is dumping Rubik's Cube pieces into the trash can.Hearing someone coming back, he turned his head and looked at Peng Minze, smiling regretfully.

"It's a pity, I like this Rubik's Cube quite a bit."

Luo He is in the middle of the terrace.

His face is expressionless.After Wei Zixu appeared in the hall, he stared at Wei Zixu, but his gaze was not sharp, light and without strength.His eyes were always bloodshot, and after his eyes fell, he looked exhausted.How long has he not had a good rest?Lies in waking, fire in sleep.He didn't intend to hurt anyone, it was his self-righteousness, and in the end it tortured himself.

【Professor, it's an honor to host your DEATHTHEATER. 】

Luo He nodded, and replied calmly, "Thank you."

【Are not you afraid? 】

Luo He said, "There's nothing to be afraid of."

If he had committed a felony and told a big lie, he would certainly be terrified of being exposed.But he is not a wolf, he has never concealed anything, why is he guilty? The director is not qualified to judge him, and the people below are not qualified to doubt him. All the trial words describing his crimes are nonsense.If he was framed by just one person, of course he would be outraged.But that person easily provoked everyone's rebellion, and he stood on the opposite side of the world in an instant.The whole process felt absurdly like a drama.And now Luo He was in the act, he watched everyone's funny performance with a cold eye.

No matter how tragic the show was choreographed, it couldn't move him anymore.

He even felt terribly bored.

The restraints on his hands and feet were untied, and he felt severe pain in his wrists and ankles.Luo He looked down, and it turned out that the wire shot from the corner of the balcony penetrated his body.The wires tightened and he was hoisted, arms outstretched, feet together.

The pose of a martyr.

The director's black humor worked, and Luo He couldn't help laughing.It turned out that someone was better at telling bad jokes than him.

The pain is persistent, but Luo He's focus is not there.He is waiting for a long sleep.No one will bother him anymore.

【But do you dare to say that Qi Han's death has nothing to do with you? 】

Luo He was suddenly complained by countless anonymous people.

The school management also approached him, suspicious of his personal style, and asked him if he was having an affair with his students.Luo He didn't know, so he searched the Internet and found out that "Seven Rihanna" posted a Weibo a few days ago: "The professor is too impersonal."

The comments were comforting at the beginning, but quickly fermented, and some people began to ask who the professor was and what did he do?Another group of "informed people" appeared, telling everyone that this is Luo He, the doctoral supervisor of Qiri Hanyu.Then the "technical personnel" released Luo He's information and photos in human flesh.If you have a big brain, seeing the elegant appearance of the young professor in the photo, you can make up a charming plot.

At first it was said as a joke, but later people didn't know the situation, thinking that Qi Rihan was being harassed, and their tone was indignant.More people saw this "conclusive evidence" speech, were incited, and forwarded accusations one after another, and some "high ideological level" people expanded to the issue of academic circles.

Therefore, the "enthusiasts" who cared about Qiri Hanlian complained to the school and asked to change her tutor.At the same time, he questioned the channel of the school's personnel influx, claiming that this kind of animal teacher would also attack other female students, hoping to remove his professorship.

Interestingly, they only knew Luo He's appearance and professional title, and no one cared about his academic achievements at all.

Why does a male professor care so much about female students? It must be because he wants to mess with the relationship between men and women.

There are more and more complaints, and the most difficult ones are the parents of the students.The school was also very embarrassed. Luo He was overwhelmed, so he resigned from his professorship and transferred to another university to teach.Before leaving, Qi Han ran to his office panting.

"Professor! It's all my fault. I have issued a statement and I will bear all the responsibilities. Professor, you don't have to go!"

Luo He lowered his head and packed his things: "No need."

Qi Han walked up to him, pleading: "Professor, I, I really didn't expect this to happen. Don't be angry. From now on, I will permanently seal my pen and only study the topics you gave me. You... .”

"I said no need." Luo He looked at her, "It's my fault for expecting too much from you."

He spoke coldly, and when he deliberately emphasized his tone, he revealed a biting coldness everywhere, "Qi Han, I wish I never knew you."

Maybe he really doesn't know Qi Han, and he doesn't know her obsession.Until he received a suicide note and a charred corpse.

"Yes, it has nothing to do with me. Her death was caused by many people, but those people never blamed themselves." Luo He replied.

[Then, why don't you dare to publish her suicide note? 】

【You completely deny her, isn't there an element of jealousy that your student has more influence than you? 】

During the conversation, countless small wires were shot through Luo He, avoiding key organs and blood vessels. He still looked neat, but his clothes were covered with splotches of blood.Luo He was sweating like rain, but his expression was even more indifferent.

【She once said that you are like being on the top of an ivory tower. You can understand, but you still speak coldly to her】

The man on the top of the ivory tower is too far away from her life, too far away, no matter how hard he tries, he can't reach it.And he was looking at her from such a distance, laughing at her inaction.

The director still wanted to continue expressing feelings, but Luo He interrupted him: "You know, your tone of self-understanding makes me sick to my stomach."

"Li Zhen's embezzlement of public funds, Lin Shanzhi's drug abuse, and Xiao Han's minor negligent manslaughter do not constitute the death penalty. But you are talking about hype, as if you have a very high moral consciousness. All the good caused by violence are temporary good, and other Evil in itself is eternal."

[I know this sentence!Gandhi's famous saying]

[But did you misunderstand something? DEATHSHOW is not a moral trial, it is the same as a court. 】

【I do this just for fun. 】

"So you are not scary," Luo He smiled weakly, "You are pitiful."

"It's a pity to be forever playing a game that only you enjoy in it."

"I'm tired of your game."

Think you know.

While Luo He laughed at the director, he also laughed at himself.

He thought he understood Qi Han and Wei Zixu.He once had too high expectations for Qi Han, and he once gave Wei Zixu too much trust.

Think you know.Does every ordinary person sitting behind a computer and reposting criticism also have this kind of self-confidence to see everything?Luo He didn't intend to grab people's attention, but still underestimated the destructive power of language.He was ruined by gossip and died by gossip.

Wires run all over his body.Looking carefully, the part buried in his flesh and blood extended horizontally with numerous forks, faintly visible under his skin.He was hung in mid-air in the posture of the crucifixion of Jesus. Unfortunately, there is no holy cross behind him, but only criss-crossing wires, circle by circle, like a data network connecting various terminals.

Because of the severe pain, natural tears oozed from the corners of Luo He's eyes, flowing down his thin side face.The glasses fogged up, and he saw Wei Zixu in the fog.He was standing in the crowd, looking up at Luo He in pain and contempt.

It turned out that he didn't dare to take off his disguise in places where others could not see.

A burst of sympathy suddenly surged in Luo He's heart.

Through Wei Zixu's beautiful appearance, he glimpsed a huge nothingness.

Luo He has a clear conscience, even if he is slandered by rumors, even if he is brutally executed, he has never lost his way, never deviated from the right direction.The world has its own walls of absurdity, and he is actively looking for ways to resist.So he is not afraid of death, he will have eternal peace.

As for Wei Zixu, he will never find a home.

The associate professor in the same office is over 50 years old and is still fighting for the title of professor every year.There is nothing too stunning about him, Luo He's only impression of him is that he has a window sill full of Clivia.

The leaves of Clivia are bright green and thick, stretching straight.Flowers have no smell, but their beauty is natural and calm.

He disliked that Clivia prevented him from drawing the curtains, so the associate professor moved away with a smile, and then moved back with a smile.He likes flowers so much.Luo He was forced to run around. During the ups and downs, he spent a lot of time watering the flowers and removing insects, and basking in the sun with the little yellow flowers.

He said that flowers are not like people, but flowers are very frank.

Luo He is now ashamed of the flowers he once despised.

He thought he was smart and liked such a cunning animal.

The moment the wire network is completed, the high voltage discharges.Luo He felt a burning pain, and his eyes turned white.

This burning sensation may be one-tenth of the pain Qi Han experienced when he died.

He had imagined the pain of Qi Han's death countless times to punish himself.It was only when he was actually going to die that he discovered the meaninglessness of those imaginations.Qi Han actually never asked for his repentance, nor did he ever think of causing him pain with his own death.

She said in her suicide note that such a trivial matter can ruin a person, and that the seemingly indestructible system and theory are all false. She has studied philosophy for a long time, and understands that the predicament in front of her is not worth mentioning dialectically.She was not crushed by cyber violence, she just couldn't find a deep reason to live.

Luo He closed his eyes.In the darkness, a bright red flame rose from his shoulders.

Ah, so it turns out, it wasn't the fire of truth that burned Qi Han beyond recognition, it was just the fire of karma from hell.

The true fire of truth, is more peaceful...

More...warm...warm...of...

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