Little Gold Cup and Big BMW

It was already noon when He Lanba woke up the next day. He was awakened by the courier's doorbell. He opened the door with his slippers on and a bird's nest head on his head. From FedEx which he never used.

The package was sent to Kaimolong. Fang Fangzheng was quite a big box but the weight was quite light. He Lanba signed for it on his behalf. He thought it might be a time bomb or a biochemical weapon or something. Then he heard the door open upstairs. Cameron walked down wearing a denim jacket with his collar turned up: "What?"

"Your package." He Lanba put the package on the coffee table, and was about to go to the bathroom, but when he looked up, he was startled by Kai Molong's expression on the stairs, "...what's wrong?"

Kai Molong went downstairs with a sullen face in two steps: "No one knows that I live here except An Qi." He said and "stabbed" the FedEx box with an extremely rough movement.

Helan Ba ​​didn't even have time to get nervous before he saw the contents of the package. There was no time bomb or suspicious powder. It was full of DVDs and a roll of what looked like a poster.

Kaimolong looked down at the weird package and didn't speak, but the low air pressure all over his body made Helan Ba ​​feel bad. He stepped forward and pulled out the roll of posters, unfolding it, and finally understood the reason for the low air pressure.It was a two-fold poster. It was the promotional poster for An Jiamian's debut TV series "A Date with the Rose". On the poster, An Jiamian looked like a schoolboy with a bit of youthfulness. In the lower right corner of the poster, there was An Jiamian in black. The name signed by the marker pen, this signature is somewhat different from An Jiamian's recent signature, but He Lanba can tell that this is the authentic one, but the signature is too early.There is no doubt that this is an out-of-print signature that can sell for thousands of dollars even if it is auctioned online.

He glanced at Kaimeron who was still silent, sat down on the sofa with a deep breath, let the tingling sensation settle down, and then dug out the DVDs in the box one by one. For An Jiamian's films, each DVD cover has a silver signature, indicating that they are all first editions.

Taking out all the DVDs in the package, Helan Ba ​​found an envelope at the bottom of the box, and Kai Molong asked him in a low voice: "What is it?"

He Lanba opened the envelope, took out the contents, and then fell silent. It was a first-class ticket of Pan Oceanic to New York at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Rao is an experienced screenwriter, and He Lanba couldn't help but admire the horror of this scene. He could imagine his mood at the moment from Kai Molong's gloomy expression, which must be the same as that in "The Godfather 1". Like that classic shot, you wake up one morning, the window is as bright as ever, but there is a weird atmosphere in the room, you sit up and lift the quilt a little bit uneasily, the unease in seeing the priceless horse Escalating into annihilation terror as the head lies bloodied at your feet.

Kai Molong took the ticket back from his hand, and silently threw the DVDs back into the box, and walked out the door with the box, Helan Ba ​​heard the sound of the box falling into the trash can in the corridor with a "bang".

"Are you okay?" He watched Kai Molong come back empty-handed, and grabbed the car keys and cell phone on the coffee table.

"I'll go out for a while." After Kaimeron finished speaking, he disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye.

He Lanba grabbed the bird's nest head and just squeezed the toothpaste into the bathroom when he suddenly heard a "bang" outside the door. He walked out of the door wonderingly with his toothbrush in his mouth, only to see the profile of Kai Molong stepping into the elevator. "The sound of throwing the package just now came from the same direction, He Lanba walked towards the stairwell, and saw, good guy, Kai Molong dismantled the phone into several large pieces and threw it together with the phone card in the trash can.

Cameron's "for a while" is obviously much longer than normal people understand.In the evening, He Lanba was alone in the living room, sucking instant noodles in front of the TV. The recording channel was showing "Microscopic World". He watched the close-up shot of two snails mating. He couldn't eat anymore. He threw away his chopsticks and grabbed his phone. Looking at the time, Kai Molong has been out for almost ten hours.

Usually at this time, he would lock himself in the room and code, and he didn't have time to care about the whereabouts of the little two months, but today's situation is special.The otaku screenwriter leaned on the sofa and muttered to himself: "Your 'for a while' is comparable to the 'for a while' you said in bed."

His voice alone echoed in the living room. Before the two fluffy snails were making out on the TV, Helanba shook his head and changed the channel. His hand holding the remote stopped suddenly.

This time was during the news hour, and Helan Ba ​​suddenly saw a familiar black Volvo in the news of the local channel.

Such a model is not uncommon, what is rare is that it is parked in the wilderness he has been to...

The Volvo is surrounded by eye-catching yellow warning lines, and the reporter is reporting at a very fast speed: "The identity of the deceased has not yet been confirmed, and the police will..."

He Lanba quickly turned off the TV like a conditioned reflex, only to realize that he was in a cold sweat.

Kaimeron unscrewed the door lock with a weary expression, and as soon as he pushed the door in, he was grabbed by his clothes. The force came suddenly and violently, but he was unprepared, and his back hit the shoe cabinet in the entrance with a "bang" , the shoe cabinet only reached his waist, and it was as if he had been cut in the middle. His upper body fell backwards inertially, and his head slammed into something hard.

He Lanba just pressed the person down hard, and asked angrily: "What are you doing?!"

The porch was pitch black, and Kai Molong was so painful that he couldn't speak. He Lanba's push had the strength of He Lanjin back then, but he didn't have the slightest bit of vigilance when facing this person. He was dizzy for a while, it had been a long time since he was in such pain, he didn't have the energy to care what Helan Ba ​​was asking, he just instinctively raised his hand to reach the back of his head.

"Kai Molong! I asked you what you were doing?!" He Lanba tightened his clothes again.

"You hurt me..."

Although he heard Kai Molong groaning in pain, He Lanba, trembling with excitement, only regarded it as Kai Molong's trick to change the subject in order to soften his heart: "You don't come here! Let me push you Can it push you down?!"

"Helanba, I'm bleeding..." Kaimolong touched the wound on the back of his head, and he could feel the sticky blood on his skin. Let Helanba see the blood on his hand, "I'm really bleeding..."

During the treatment of the wound, neither of them said a word. Kai Molong sat on the sofa and bent his neck silently. He Lanba looked at Kai Molong's clean neck, messily limp hair, and the small wound that killed Kai Molong. The moment in front of him became insignificant, but rationally he couldn't tolerate such an unprincipled self, and finally he thought of Kaiser's horrific corpse when he died, closed his eyes and said in a solemn voice: "Kai Molong ..."

Kemeron leaned his head on his shoulder, and let out a long breath wearily: "I'm in pain."

"... Someone hurts you, do you want the other person to pay with his life?"

"I didn't do it." Kaimeron said with his eyes closed.

He Lanba frowned and looked at Kai Molong, who spoke calmly. His voice was calm, his breathing was calm, his eyelashes were lowered calmly, and his Adam's apple was moving calmly, without any trace of lying.

"I don't want to explain to you, because I don't owe you this explanation," Kai Molong opened his eyes, looking down at the overlapping shadows of the two people on the ground, "but since you care so much, I don't mind doing it for the purpose of comforting you." Tell you the truth. I didn't kill people, and I just found out about it."

On the one hand, He Lanba let go of most of his heart, on the other hand, he was a little uncomfortable with Kai Molong's nonchalant tone: "At this time, you can just say 'I didn't do it, I'm innocent', wouldn't it be fine?"

Kemeron straightened up, turned his head and looked at the people around him seriously: "Anyway, remember, no matter what I say or don't say, I won't lie to you."

After talking to this point, He Lanba couldn't find any reason not to believe the other party, so he patted his thigh and stood up: "Okay, I believe you. Go up and rest."

He tore off a few pieces of paper to wipe off the blood on the lamp holder of the wall lamp. He just walked to the entrance and turned on the light. He found the blood on the metal, but before he could move, he was grabbed by his wrist.

He Lanba turned his head and saw Kai Molong behind him: "What are you doing?" Didn't I tell you to go to sleep?Can you make some noise when you walk?

Kaimeron glanced at him with his eyelids closed, and tilted his head to look at the conspicuous blood stains on the brass-colored metal: "Tsk tsk, even when I was drunk and having sex, I wasn't willing to let you get hurt a little bit, but you were willing to let me bleed profusely. "

He Lanba choked on these words and had no strength to reply.

"Let this bloodstain be here." Kaimeron glanced at him coldly, "It's a good time to remind you of the atrocities you committed against me today."

He Lanba watched as Kai Molong tore away the paper in his hand and crumpled it into a ball, and when he turned and went upstairs, he threw it into the wastebasket without even looking at it.He pushed his glasses in disbelief, and after Kai Molong entered the room, he walked down the stairs and looked up at the closed door on the second floor, thinking that you are a pervert, right?Must be!Why is it still hardcore!

But no matter what, knowing that life had nothing to do with Kaimeron, his heart was completely at ease.When people are nervous, they are prone to insomnia, and when they are relaxed, they are prone to dreaming. That night, Helanba had that weird dream again, a rusty secret room, and a cold iron bed. He lay on the iron bed and looked at the familiar scene in front of him, lying in his heart. With a groan, it's still a series?

Only this time he was the only one in the secret room, the sound of gunshots and the cries of beasts could be faintly heard outside the heavy iron door, and then the iron door that he never expected to open in his dream finally "squeaked" It opened with a bang.

A group of people armed with assault rifles and submachine guns broke through the door, followed by a thick smell of blood and dry wind and sand. The clothes of these people were completely different from him in the shirt and trousers. Cloaks, some even with exaggerated long hair, would look like a group of pioneers if they weren't armed with hot weapons.

He couldn't figure out what was going on, so he was untied from the iron bed by people, and someone handed him a water bag, but in fact he wasn't very thirsty, he just took a sip, although it was a dream, But he couldn't figure out the logic, and he still panicked out of curiosity: "Who are you?"

"Don't worry, we're not Cannibal," the bearded man in charge patted him on the shoulder with a look of rejoicing and regret, "You're really lucky, there's no one alive here except you."

He didn't understand half of what he heard, and he couldn't find any clues about this scene in his past scripts. He followed the group of people out of the secret room ignorantly, only to find that this place seemed to be an underground bunker, with shady passages extending in all directions, and everywhere. Human corpses and...animal corpses?He Lanba looked at the bloody scene in bewilderment. Although there were quite a few human corpses, they were either dried or turned into white bones. It can be seen that they had been dead for a long time, but the corpses of large carnivores They can be found everywhere, and they are so "fresh" that people can't bear to look directly at them.He saw several dead lionesses, a leopard that was shot through the belly, and a group of hyenas whose brains were sprayed on the wall by bullets.

In other words, the gunshots just now were actually these people fighting these carnivores?He looked suspiciously at the dozen or so people who came to rescue him. One of them was busy carrying supplies from the underground bunker, including water, food, ammunition and guns.At this time, a male lion lying on the pile of corpses that was still breathing angrily groaned at the man in charge. The bearded man stepped forward and stabbed the lion that couldn't stand up with a bayonet. He shook his head: "Food!" It is ironic that human beings are finally used as food by wild beasts."

Helanba sorted out his clues little by little. This underground bunker and its supplies originally belonged to the "Cannibal" in these populations. There is no doubt that those mummified corpses are these cannibals, and he himself seems to be these cannibals For some reason, these cannibals all died in the hands of these beasts.But the strange thing is that these cannibals are different from the ones he has seen in the movies. There are white, black and even yellow people in the dried corpses, which seems to be very different from the appearance of cannibals in common sense.

He thought of Kemeron in suits and leather shoes who always appeared in secret rooms. He was also Cannibal?But if Kaimeron is a cannibal, why did he allow himself to live until now?He touched his stomach, and found that he was neither hungry nor thirsty, which meant that Kaimeron had fed him food and water regularly. Of course, this was a dream, and the logic in the dream did not necessarily need to be so rigorous.But he still felt that even if the Cameron in his dream was really Cannibal, he didn't seem to have any malice towards him.As he waved away the dust, he found the figure in the suit and leather shoes among the many corpses. If Kaimeron had fed him and watered him recently, then his corpse should not be in a dry state.

I didn't find a similar figure all the way, not to mention the mummy of a beautiful mixed-race man, not even a skeleton wearing a hand-made custom suit. Everyone was dressed in the same clothes as the people who came to rescue him, both futuristic and primitive.

Just as he was wondering, a light came in from ahead.He Lanba followed the light and saw a long row of stairs leading up to the outside world. He watched the hot light projected from the exit at the top of the stairs through the lens, and the light and dust flowed like a beam of light. The waterfall exudes indescribable sacredness and solemnity.

My heart was pounding, and there was a kind of unreasonable tension. This dream was like a sphinx riddle, hiding some kind of revelation. Every time I stepped on a step, the feeling of anticipation and fear deepened, until the road ahead People walked out of the exit, and the backs of those people seemed to disappear under the grand sunlight.The wind blew the hot sand on his face, and it hurt like a knife cut. He raised his hand with some discomfort to cover the light above his forehead, took a step, and walked out of the bunker.

If he designed this dream by himself, then he should be imprisoned by MI[-]. At the end, a helicopter will come down in the night and white light to rescue him from the fire and water. It's as wonderful as an American blockbuster, but wait His is an unexpected landscape——

The sunlight casts the shadow of the world onto the retina, the high and low ruins stand in the distance, and the doomsday world is located on a barren and silent yellow sand.

His dream brought him to this dilapidated world, and he also clearly saw the group of people who rescued him, as well as more survivors, all of them were sallow and emaciated, with chapped lips and scars, only he was intact No shortage of.

He understood it all in that instant.The cannibals were not human beings with a tradition of cannibalism in the conventional sense, but human beings who practiced "survival of the strong, cannibalism" in the last days.

But he is not imprisoned, he is not anyone's food reserve.Someone snatched him from this group of cannibals and took good care of him in the end.

There was the sound of clanging chains in his ear, and he turned his head when he heard the sound, knowing that the answer to the dream was about to be revealed at this moment.

A golden lion stood in a tall iron cage. He had never seen such a beautiful lion. It had a physique twice the size of an ordinary lion and a mane as hot as the sun. It was not like a beast in the world. People who wear large-caliber Desert Eagles will also be eclipsed in front of it.It looked at him silently through the iron bars of the cage, although it was in the cage, it was still arrogant and noble.

These people killed all the beasts in the underground bunker, but they didn't kill it. He Lanba could understand it very well, because there is no second such beautiful lion in this world.

He remembered that when he saw Kemeron for the first time in the secret room, he also admired him in a certain corner of his heart.

The cage was opened, but the golden lion was still tied to the chain. Someone wanted to feed it and threw a piece of meat at it, but it didn't even look straight at it. Someone aimed a gun at the side of the cage, and the bullet hit the iron cage railing Making harsh noises, the silent golden lion still didn't even blink its eyes.

He Lanba looked at the scene in front of him. Such an absurd dream pierced his heart like a metaphorical knife.

People are still thinking of various ways to try to tame the lion, use whips and bullets to make it submit, and use food and water to lure it, but he seems to have faded out of the plot, walking through the bodies of those people to the cage, Eye to eye with this silent and beautiful beast.

"who are you?"

"Is it the golden lion or the star agent?"

"Are you imprisoning me or protecting me?"

The whip whipped on the golden fur and made a terrible whistling sound. He Lanba looked at this silently taut muscle beast, and suddenly grabbed the iron bar and roared in a deep voice: "Who are you?!"

"Is it a human or a beast?!"

"What do you want to tell me?"

"Want to tell me what?!"

But he actually knew the answer.

You are not as innocent and harmless as I thought, you would really kill for me, right?

If you really killed someone, I should forgive you too, right?

Because that's all you care about, right?

right?

The repeated self-questions were like the countdown to the end of the hypnosis, and he woke up leisurely. The dilapidated apocalypse was gone, but the golden lion's bright and deep eyes were still clearly on the retina.