Weird Talker

Chapter 85

He and Qin Yiyi are not close.

Just like what Dr. Xi said, the relationship between siblings is neither good nor bad.

The two never had a heart-to-heart talk, or it was Qin Manjiang's unilateral reason.

Even Li Xijiu, who has the closest relationship with him, has never made a heart-to-heart move.

It's not a tacit understanding that everything is silent, it's just that Qin Manjiang himself doesn't know what he is thinking in his heart.

It made people laugh when he said it. From childhood to adulthood, whether it was teachers and classmates at school, or family and friends around him, they all asked him what he wanted to do and what kind of person he wanted to be.

But when Qin Manjiang questioned himself, he came to an absurd conclusion——

He has no dreams.

It seems that no matter who you are in this world, there are more or less things you want to do, and some people you like.

Whether it is near or far, big or small, even if it is to hurry home and watch the cartoon broadcast on time at six o'clock, it is a small joy.

But this kind of joy does not exist for Qin Manjiang.

Before making friends with Li Xi's stalking friend, he had always been "unique".

In the past, he always lay on the grass at dusk after school, looking up at the sky. His gloomy and slightly mysterious temperament made him easily the focus of discussion among girls.

They are guessing, saying that he is a man with a story, he must like dusk and the evening wind very much.

But no one knows, he is just emptying it.

He was lying on the grass, neither admiring the dusk and sunset, nor having any unique insights.

He just lay there with the green grass beneath him and the sunset sky above his head.

Not for any one thing, just like his life, just living.

A sailboat drifting aimlessly in the sea of ​​people, wherever the wind blows, he will go there.

Li Xi thought that Qin Manjiang liked listening to rock music, motorcycles, mountain climbing, and sports, but in fact...he can do them all.

It's not like accommodating Li Xijiu, but for Qin Manjiang, there is no essential difference in all of this, and he has no particular likes or dislikes.

This kind of mentality has created his weak interpersonal relationship so far, because everything...he doesn't seem to care.

Qin Manyi liked to pester him before, but he gave up later. After all, he can get in touch with his family members at close range, and he can better perceive what kind of person Qin Manjiang is.

He's a terribly boring, terribly uninteresting guy.

She even felt that if a person doesn't have anything he loves or wants to do, is he still a human being?

Even people who are lying at home and gnawing on the old man have some "life pursuits" of their own, such as why they are so tired from work, and lie down as soon as possible.

But my own brother is not at all.

For the past 20 years, he has followed the most normal and ordinary route step by step. He has never made any choices on his own, nor has he actively sought out...what he wants.

Such a person is hard to get close to.

But this time, she had a different subtle feeling.

My brother... seems to have changed a bit.

The wind in Mianshan made the white curtains flutter non-stop, Qin Manjiang let go of her hand and watched her quietly.

"You... what are you looking at..."

Qin Manyi asked a little uncomfortably.

"I haven't seen you cry much, it's strange." Qin Manjiang smiled.

Qin Manyi wiped away his tears, and gave him a hard look: "Don't bother me!"

"Don't cry in the future," Qin Manjiang stretched out a finger and pushed her back on the bed, "It's so ugly crying."

With that said, he left the ward, and the voice came from afar: "I'll go and bring the lunch, wait."

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[Ghost talk: The aging me. 】

[Cleared. 】

All players received the message on their mobile phones.

Only the participating players know exactly how many people survived and how many spiritual pupils each person got.

In the past few days after the end of the strange talk, the weather in Fucheng has been very strange. The heavy fog started at midnight and lasted until about noon the next day before dissipating. It has been like this.

The city's weather forecast can't tell why, but it's just the fog that lasts from night to morning, and it doesn't have any impact on people's lives.

After noon, the sun appeared as usual, and the sunlight continued to spread over the southern city of Fucheng.

After Qin Manjiang came back from Mianshan Mental Hospital, he went to the police station and asked Dr. Xi to help him issue a certificate so that he could bring Qin Yiman out.

He really planned to go back to the countryside to pay homage to his parents.

The past few days have been extraordinarily quiet.

No new game notifications popped up on the phone, and nothing special happened in reality.

He also received the tuition refund, which can be regarded as a temporary solution to some urgent needs.

Mi Qiao leaves early and returns late, work seems to be getting more and more busy, and she doesn't cook for him much.

Qin Manjiang himself would occasionally take the little yellow dog out for a walk, to the rooftop on the top floor of the building, where it was flat and spacious enough for the little yellow dog to run around, and he could see the whole city.

The same is true today.

After being shrouded in heavy fog in the morning, the buildings in Fucheng seem to be a little distorted. Under the hazy yellow sunlight, they reflect a hazy color.

The beam of light projected from the clouds illuminates the fibers of the dust above the city, slowly cruising on the ground with time.

Standing on the top of the building, the little yellow dog ran happily behind him, while Qin Manjiang was holding a mobile phone—the relic mobile phone.

He looked down at the phone, the wind was blowing gently, and the thin bangs fluttered in front of his eyes, making him a little dazed.

I chatted with Qin Manyi that day, and although he still didn't have a heart-to-heart relationship, Qin Manjiang finally realized some of his problems.

What do I really like?

He thought for a while, but didn't find the answer, so he gave up.

Compared with these stream-of-consciousness things, Qin Manjiang prefers solid plans.

He wants to get Qin Yiyi out of the mental hospital permanently as soon as possible, after all, it is not a place where normal people should spend more time.

Then find a serious job and solve life problems.

Then there is the matter of the ghost talk game. As for this, let's take a step at a time.

For the vast majority of players, ghost talk games have completely reversed their lives and become the most important thing in their lives.

But it has no effect on Qin Manjiang's life. In his opinion, there is no difference between starving to death without money and being killed by a ghost in terms of results.

Even dying of poverty is even more tragic.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The barking of the little yellow dog came from the wind, and Qin Manjiang turned his head to see that the little guy was having fun chasing a plastic bag blown up by the wind.

It wanted to go after it.

Qin Manjiang looked at the phone and suddenly smiled, forget it, why are you thinking so much?
I finally have something I want to do, so what are you still holding back?
During this period of time, he has been wanting to turn on the phone, but he has been hesitant because of the "suicide note" entrusting him not to turn it on until he has obtained the permanent item.

Could there be anything worse than being chosen by a monster?
He didn't believe it.

The phone pressed the power button.

The boot screen appears, just like a normal mobile phone.

Ok?
Fingerprint unlock?

Qin Manjiang thought about it, put his thumb on it and tried it.

After unlocking successfully, the screen changes.

opened.

And at this moment, a thick fog suddenly descended on the entire city of Fu!
At the same time, his other mobile phone vibrated!

Picking up the mobile phone and looking at it, Qin Manjiang's expression was particularly strange.

Not only him, but everyone who saw this message in the ghost talk game was puzzled.

[Strange talk: The man in the coffin. 】

[Cleared. 】

What kind of strange talk is this?

Who?
When did it take place?

How come everyone has no impression?
　Coming!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)