The entrances and exits of the different space have been eliminated by me, but we cannot leave the Kuangtou Island yet.

In the next time, we followed the crew and became a melon-eating crowd.

The two soldiers were infiltrated into the army and I couldn't tell them. Their figures and dresses were too similar, so it was more difficult to identify them.

"Is it okay to be seen?" I asked Wu Ling.

Wu Ling shook her head, "It's possible that I knew it."

“Huh?”

"Public opinion can still be controlled, this kind of thing..." Wu Ling raised his chin and looked at the soldiers in an orderly queue. "It is impossible that he has no idea. The above also needs to make the worst preparations."

"Ah..." I felt incredible.

To be honest, I never thought how much the army could play in this matter. If a living person does not have the ability and has not learned relevant skills, it is impossible to deal with ghosts. Of course, if a living person with strong willpower is firm in character, adheres to materialism, and is bold enough, those fragile ghosts may not be able to hurt them. It is a deadlock that neither lose nor wins. However, ghosts are not all fragile. Like the ancient costume ghosts, there may be no one in a thousand, but ghosts like Shen Xiaorong and those skinned female ghosts cannot be considered a minority. Can living people resist them by their willpower alone?

I couldn't help but think of training.

If you are a soldier, it is not impossible to learn some magic in a unified way, right?

The author of the novel and the screenwriter of the movie have to take the idea and always bring this group with him. There is really something happening, and it is indeed the group that is rushing to the forefront. Even if you cannot be the protagonist in the novel and movie, it will become an important background and reflect the power of the country. This is inevitable. Any country will find ways to deal with these supernatural phenomena.

Wu Ling spoke, interrupting my imagination, "If something goes wrong, they will become a living force after death."

I shivered and looked at Wu Ling in surprise.

"Ordinary people cannot defeat ghosts." Wu Ling said calmly, "This can be regarded as a racial difference. But if they become ghosts, this boundary will be gone. Whoever is stronger depends on who has a stronger will. In this regard, soldiers are a model."

I turned to look at the soldiers in a neat line, with their heads raised and their chests raised.

"If the worst happens, they will become the front line of protecting ordinary people." Wu Ling continued, "as it is now."

I pursed my lips.

"What we can do is to provide some suggestions to delay that day as much as possible. In addition, it is Ye Zi's plan." Wu Ling exclaimed, "The number of casualties during the period does not matter."

I've heard of this principle and accepted it.

But now when I listen to it, I just feel heavy on my heart.

Death ignorantly and dying as an insider are two different things.

The people in front of me may be about the same age as me. Do they already know that the world has deteriorated to this extent and know that they will encounter great disasters soon?

Liu Zhiguo, Liu Zhijun, and the TV Tower must know nothing.

The two buried Song Xian's ashes in a cemetery on Kuangtou Island.

This is a cemetery and monument built by the state after the war.

When Song Xian fled from Duantou Island, he took away his parents' bodies, but more bodies were abandoned here. It was not until the end of the war that someone came to collect the bodies.

The monument is also a memory of the victims here.

The two brothers knelt in front of the monument and cried bitterly, and the soldiers saluted with a solemn expression.

The TV station's cameras and the staff in a circle ruined the sadness of this scene.

Fortunately, the subject in front of the camera was not affected.

I looked at the simple monument and suddenly thought, after everything broke out, how many such monuments would be built around the world?

Probably not...

In the future seven years later, people have numbly accepted the status quo, live in their own regions, and do not interfere with each other. Living is the most important thing, and the dead will not be remembered because the living are still struggling on the verge of death.

This is another sad thing.

I clenched my fists.

I was a little worried. When I saw that scene, could I control my emotions and continue to be cold for this period of time.

"Don't worry, there is still time." Wu Ling said.

Liu Miao patted my hand on my shoulder.

"As long as public opinion can still be controlled, these troubles are still in a small range." Wu Ling said.

Without billions of people around the world panic together, a few ghosts can cause serious natural disasters and casualties, but will not collapse the current social system.

I nodded and my body slowly relaxed.

There is no internet in Kuangtou Island, and it is completely out of the internet. When I came, I had no equipment and could only stay in the room without doing anything.

Liu Miao and I have a room. He is also in a daze most of the time. I can’t speak to him. This is mainly because Liu Miao’s expression is very serious when he is in a daze, as if he is thinking about something.

We stayed on Kowtou Island for a night and set off on Sunday to go back.

In the army, someone came to see us off and sent us to the dock.

The road back is as hard as it is. The storm seems to be bigger than when I came.

I was drowsy and stepped onto the ground but couldn't recover.

"Is it okay?" Liu Miao said with concern.

I shook my head, "Fortunately... let me slow down..." I covered my mouth.

Liu Miao pointed me in the direction, "There is a toilet over there."

I rushed over immediately, but I couldn't run straight.

After entering the toilet, I retching for a few times before slowly recovering.

This trip made it easier to solve the entrances and exits of different spaces, and this round-trip boat trip made me suffer.

I washed my face and returned to the waiting room at the dock.

The people from the TV station have retreated, and Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun seem to have left too.

Wu Ling and Liu Miao were leaning against their heads looking at the same phone.

Wu Ling first discovered that I was back and transferred my phone to me.

The style of painting I am familiar with on my phone.

Bai An's paintings.

Bai An’s new work is a weird painting. Although his previous paintings are very weird, I can at least understand what the scene is. This one made me confused.

The picture is a blue sky background, with a very clear color and not a dark one.

There is a monster in the painting, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, flying out of a human body. I know the monster, it is the behemoth that Ye Qing is locked up.

The behemoth is extremely huge, with flying hair, looking hideous and majestic.

The human body can only see one outline. Looking at the naturally hang of limbs, it seems that they have fainted or just a corpse.

"What is this? possession? Will that kind of monster possess?" I blurted out, and suddenly I thought that the monsters I saw in my dreams seemed to appear suddenly.

It cannot be said that it appears suddenly. Those people in the future should have observed them, but the distance is limited. Maybe they are only discovered when they are close to cities, or they simply fall from the sky and trampled on countless buildings, so that humans can escape from the terror.

If they are not invisible, then they should always have ways to avoid human and ghost surveillance...

By the way!

I saw it when I dreamed of leading the way! That huge monster like a wolf or a dog was originally a stiff-moving person!

I looked at the painting again and said all my thoughts.

Wu Ling and Liu Miao listened silently.

I looked at them.

"Bai An is dead." Wu Ling said.
Chapter completed!