Chapter 311 What Kind of Villain BOSS? We Are Just Passing by PNC

Gao Ming looked at the video on his phone, his eyes shining. Zhang Ding had been trapped in the flood nightmare for a long time and couldn't find a way to become a dream ghost. Gao Yun's video provided him with a path.

"The key to becoming a dream ghost is not yourself, but the ordinary people in this city. We need to use their will to break free from the shackles of fate..." Zhang Ding also saw the video on his phone: "He is right. , I was able to bring the flood back again only because of the trust of my neighbors, who were willing to turn their painful memories into power and let me control them. As more and more water ghosts regained their sanity with my help, I The power is getting stronger and stronger.”

"Collective... rules..." Gao Ming remembered that Lu Zang said that the vast sea is a dream, and all citizens are living in a dream. Only by waking everyone up from this collective dream can they have a chance to kill Fate.

"Hanhai is different from other cities. Because of the existence of fate, we cannot break the boundaries with our own obsession like Hongyi, so we can only rely on changing the fate of more people, relying on collective will to fight fate, and complete the act of stealing the sky. "Zhang Ding was very satisfied with what he said. He felt that he had demonstrated the literary qualities a supermarket owner should have.

Rolling her eyes, the goddess sighed softly: "You are looking for death, and you want to drag others with you? Isn't it good to live in peace and harmony according to the weather? Even if this city is a dream, what if the world after waking up from the dream is not as good as What about in dreams?”

"Reality, no matter how bad it is, is much better to me than this dream." The blind man curled up in the body of the big dog, and long black hair grew again on the surface of its skin.

"When a catastrophe comes, that kind of beautiful and ordinary life can no longer go back. In this world full of abnormalities, who can guarantee that we can live in peace?" Xuan Wen turned the teacup: "We have no other choice. If If we don’t take action, I’m afraid all those ordinary citizens will become sacrifices in the shadow world.”

"It is necessary to let ordinary people adapt to abnormal events in advance." Wei Dayou raised his hand: "It is better to let ordinary citizens experience controllable abnormal events than to lose themselves in the shadow world, right?"

Bai Qiao, who was sitting next to Wei Dayou, also expressed his opinion: "The Investigation Bureau has been blocking information about abnormal events in the past, and everyone has seen the results. We are not asking ordinary people to die, but to give them a chance to see A chance to find out the truth and give him a chance to choose.”

"Yes, the vast majority of people in this world do not actually have the right to choose, and can only be coerced by the so-called general trend. And we are like angels, putting the power of choice in front of every citizen." Xia Yang turned around in the painting. He burned the last paper doll in the wound, with murderous intent on his face: "What you can control in your own hands is called life. Otherwise, it is no different from an animal."

Teacher Xia's words silenced the goddess. Several other people in the room also felt like they were being scolded. Only Zhang Ding's son was running around the living room carefree.

"There is no need to argue." In the future that Gao Ming has seen, more than half of the people in the vast sea will disappear in abnormal events. It is not difficult to change the future, as long as most of the people can survive the abnormal events. Just live: "The cruelty of the future is beyond our imagination, and the disaster has just begun. We don't need to deliberately guide ordinary people into abnormal events. We only need to collect their will and emotions from abnormal events. If we encounter will and emotions They are all special people, and you can bring them in.”

Gao Ming pushed open the bloody door and led everyone into the Butcher's House. He stared at the number of family members displayed on the map of the vast sea: "We are far behind Gao Yun now, and we must move faster."

He zoomed in on the old city, down to every building, and divided tasks for everyone present.

"Save those who deserve to be saved, and kill those who deserve to be killed. I will write a new script for you. I hope that the next dream ghost will appear among you."

Gao Ming compiled a list. Every name that appeared on it represented blood and killing. Psychopathy was not enough to describe those madmen. They killed more people than ghosts in the catastrophe.

What's even more irritating is that Gao Ming combined with the future he saw, these selfish and crazy murderers have adapted well to the shadow world, and most of them will live "interestingly" in the future.

"As for the people on the list, don't let any of them go. They will all be imprisoned in my torture chamber."

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"Xiaoguo, is your home here?" Liu Jiaru is the head teacher of Class 3 of Dazhai Primary School. Recently, she found that a student in her class always had bruises on her body for no reason. She asked the child, but the child didn't want to explain. Because she was worried about domestic violence against her students, she decided to make a home visit.

"Well..." Xiaoguo lowered her head and kicked the pebbles on the ground carelessly. She walked very slowly. She seemed to really not want to go home.

"Are your father and mother at home today?" Liu Jiaru always felt that something terrible had happened to this child: "If they have done anything excessive to you, you must tell the teacher!"

"My parents didn't do anything...just..." Xiaoguo's braids were hanging on her schoolbag, and the bruises on the back of her neck were obvious, as if she had been severely beaten by a hand.

"What is that? Don't be afraid, the teacher will help you."

"They always like to look in the mirror recently... If I don't let them look in the mirror, they will quarrel with me..." Xiaoguo walked through the bumpy road and stopped at the entrance of the Dazhai Electric Power Supply Family Courtyard.

This is an old community built before the Dazhai power rectification. The age of the houses is older than Liu Jiaru's father.

"Why is there no one in the community?"

The community seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time. It felt a little uncomfortable as soon as I entered. Teacher Liu didn't know how to describe it. It seemed that there was a lack of popularity here.

"My home is here..." Entering the corridor of Building No. 5, Xiaoguo lowered his head and led Teacher Liu to the third floor.

The windows in the corridor were blocked by bricks. It was not dark yet, but it was pitch black here.

Taking out the key from his pocket, Xiaoguo trembled and opened the door of the living room.

The sound of the door hinge turning was a bit harsh, and rust fell on his clothes. Xiaoguo looked at the living room without lights on and shouted into the house: "I'm back."

"The food is on the table, go and heat it up yourself." Mom's voice came from the bedroom. There was dissatisfaction in her words. It seemed that she was doing something, but was interrupted by Xiaoguo.

With her head down, Xiaoguo came to the dining table and picked up the takeaway left by the adults. There was a stinky smell in the plastic basin, and some used paper towels were thrown next to it.

"Is this food edible?" Teacher Liu grabbed Xiaoguo's wrist, entered the living room, and shouted towards the bedroom: "Hello, Xiaoguo's mother, I am Xiaoguo's class teacher, there are some things we need to talk about!"

Unexpected voices appeared in the house, and the sound of moving things came from the bedroom. After more than ten seconds, the bedroom door was opened, and a middle-aged woman appeared at the door with her back to Teacher Liu.