It was a cloudy morning.
A humid and cold day.
What would people experience on a weekday morning like this?
First, they would open their eyelids that had been closed for three or four hours to the sound of their phone alarm.
Then, they would look at the clock on their phone screen, turn off the alarm, and close their eyes again.
About five minutes later, their rationality would drive them to resist the urge to die and open their eyes again.
Then, they would spend about thirty seconds in an ideological battle, and the result of the battle was … They successfully dispelled their strong desire to ask for leave or resign, and they gritted their teeth and climbed out of bed.
Depending on gender, age, and personality, in the next five to fifty minutes, they would tidy themselves up and walk out of the house.
More than half of them didn't eat breakfast for no other reason than the fact that skipping this process could squeeze out a little bit more sleep for them.
When the sun was almost fully up, they would squeeze into a train or a squeezing subway or bus and spend a long, unpaid commute.
This … was the morning of most young people and even middle-aged people in the big cities.
Their faces were filled with confusion, exhaustion, and numbness.
Their hearts were lonely, but they had no one to talk to.
Day after day, they bowed to reality, compromised, and endured …
But … in the end, they couldn't see any hope or way out.
Fortunately, I am not one of them.
…
Feng Bujue sat on a bench in the park and typed the above paragraph on his phone. He sat there and carefully read it.
"Hehehe … You're in a good mood." Suddenly, a wretched laugh came from behind him. "Are you going to write this in a book?"
"I … have this problem. My brain can't stay idle." Feng Bujue didn't need to turn around to know that it was Woody talking to him, so he replied without looking back. "That's why I hate waiting for people the most." While he spoke, he saved the text he just typed, then locked the phone screen and put it back in his jacket pocket.
"Hehe … Sorry." Woody said as he sat down beside his Brother Jue. "Something happened on the way here, so I was delayed."
"Teleportation can be delayed?" As soon as the other party sat down, Feng Bujue's first sentence was to bicker. "Oh … I should say, does' teleportation 'still exist on the road?"
"I don't use teleportation everywhere," Woody replied. "Most of the time, I still have to use transportation or walk."
"So why don't you just say that there's a traffic jam?" Feng Bujue said.
"Hehe …" Woody changed the topic under the cover of a burst of laughter. "You've brought the 'thing', right?"
"Didn't you see it already?" As Feng Bujue said that, he picked up a package that had been placed next to him and shoved it into Woody's arms.
"Something worth at least a few million dollars, you just wrapped it up like that?" Woody asked when he took the parcel.
"I didn't wrap it up," Feng Bujue said. "It was wrapped by express delivery."
"Oh …" Woody said, "The other party is quite generous, this kind of thing … actually chose to send it to you by express delivery?"
"Although I didn't wrap it up, using express delivery … was my idea." Feng Bujue continued, "If I didn't make this suggestion … then yesterday afternoon, my neighbors would have been lucky enough to see a bulletproof Lincoln drive into the community and stop in front of my building. Then, several brawny men in black suits poured out of the car, and they brought a box with valuable items. Finally … they brought the box to my door."
"Heh heh heh …" Woody chuckled. "That sounds like an interesting scene."
"Yeah." Feng Bujue replied in a sarcastic tone. "When the police come to talk to me, it will be very interesting." He paused. "When I bought the game cabin in the first half of the year, because the delivery box didn't indicate what product it was, the police immediately got wind of it and thought that I might have smuggled a batch of firearms or something. They specifically sent someone to investigate."
"Heh heh heh … … that can only mean that the image you usually portray is too evil," Woody said with a chuckle.
"Compared to you, it's nothing." Feng Bujue retorted and took advantage of the opportunity to change the subject. "Well, in any case, I've helped you get the thing you wanted. It's time to fulfill your promise, right?"
"Mhmm …" At this moment, Woody looked down at the delivery box. He could feel the power contained in the thing inside, so he wasn't worried that his Brother Jue would give him a stone or something. "Okay …" He paused for a second and said, "But … you really don't want to unlock Ruo Yu's seal?"
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I've given her the power to decide and act," Feng Bujue said.
"Hehehe … you also have a time when you beat around the bush." Woody laughed. "I thought that when it comes to relationships, you would be a more straightforward man."
"By 'straightforward', you mean …" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and squinted at Woody as he tried to sound him out.
"Hehehe … you can figure it out yourself." Woody was a very smart character. In order to maintain the scale of the book in a "harmonious" range, he cleverly used a nonsense sentence to fool around.
"In short … since you've temporarily put the matter of the seal on hold, there's only one promise I have to fulfill." Woody continued.
"Ah …" Feng Bujue responded casually and said, "You'd better be more specific … After all, I've gone through so much trouble. If the information I get is just 'you're talented', I won't be convinced."
"Hehehe …" Woody pushed the glasses that always glowed white on the bridge of his nose and laughed. "Don't worry, I'll tell you everything …"
He didn't say the words "speak without reserve", because there were some things that he really couldn't say, not that he didn't want to say, but that he couldn't.
Feng Bujue was also a smart person. He understood the meaning behind it, so he didn't say much.
"Then …" After two seconds, Woody began to explain, "I'll start with this' Atari Crown '."
"The 'truth of my power' is related to this thing?" Feng Bujue asked immediately.
"Hehehe … I'm not just going to tell you about your power, I'm going to tell you …" Woody said mysteriously, "… everything."
"Oh … everything …" Feng Bujue looked at him suspiciously and asked, "For example?"
"Hehehe … For example …" Woody continued, "What exactly is' Thriller Paradise '?"
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