The entrance to the space has been eliminated by me, but we can't leave the guillotine island.

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

The two soldiers mixed into the army, so I could not distinguish.Their body shape and dress are too similar, and it is more difficult to identify.

“Doesn’t it matter to be seen?”I asked Wu Ling.

Wu Ling shook his head, "It would have been possible to know."

“Oh?”

"Public opinion can still control, this kind of..." Wu Ling lifted his chin and looked at the soldiers in the queue, "it is impossible to know completely."It also needs to be prepared for the worst.”

“Ah...” I felt in disbelief.

To be honest, I never thought about how much the military could do in this matter.It is impossible to deal with ghosts if the living are not capable and have not learned the relevant skills.Of course, if the willpower is strong enough, strong enough, firm in character, adhere to materialism, and bold enough, those fragile ghosts may not be able to hurt them.That's a stalemate that doesn't win or lose.Ghosts are not fragile.Like that old-dressed ghost, there may be none in all, but ghosts like Xiaoyong, those who have been skinned, are not a minority.Can the living resist them by willpower alone?

I can’t help but think about training.

If it is a soldier, it is not impossible to study some magic without a unified approach.

The author of the novel and the screenwriter of the film open his mind, always bring this group.There is something really going on, and it’s true that this group is at the forefront.Even if you can't be the protagonist in novels and movies, it will also become an important background and reflect the power of the country.This is also inevitable.Any country that finds these psychic phenomena will find a way to deal with them.

Wu Ling opened his mouth and interrupted my imagination, "If something goes wrong, they will become a living force after they die."

I groaned and looked at Wu Ling in amazement.

"Ordinary people cannot defeat ghosts."Wu Ling calmly said, “This can be considered a racial difference.”But when they become ghosts, those boundaries are gone.Who is stronger depends on who is stronger.In this respect, the military is an example.”

I turned to look at the neat, high-minded soldiers.

“If the worst of things happens, they’re going to be the front line to protect ordinary people.”Wu Ling continued, "Just like now."

I slammed my lips.

“All we can do is provide some advice and delay that day as long as possible.And that's the plan for the leaves."Wu Ling exhaled, "It doesn't matter how many casualties there are during this period."

I’ve heard this before and accepted it.

But now, I just feel the heart is heavy.

To die ignorantly is two different things.

These people may be about the same age as me.They already know that the world has deteriorated to such an extent that they know they will soon be in a disaster.

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

The two buried Song Xian's ashes in a cemetery on the island.

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

When Song Xian fled the guillotine island, he took away the body of his parents, but more of the bodies were abandoned here, and it was not until the end of the war that someone came to collect the body.

The memorial also commemorates the victims here.

The two brothers knelt in front of the monument and wept bitterly, and the soldiers saluted and looked solemn.

The TV station's camera and the staff in a circle have some sadness that destroys this scene.

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

I looked at that simple monument and suddenly thought, how many such monuments will be built around the world after everything has exploded?

Probably not...

Seven years later, people have accepted the status quo, living in different subregions and not interfering with each other.Living is the most important thing, and the dead will not be remembered, because the living are still struggling on the brink of death.

This is another sad thing.

I clenched my fist.

I was a little worried, really saw the scene, I can restrain my emotions, can not continue to maintain this period of cold.

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

Liu’s hand clapped on my shoulder.

“As long as public opinion can be controlled, these problems are still small.”Wu Ling said.

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

I nodded my head, slowly relaxing.

The island has no network and is completely disconnected.When I came, I was unequipped 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 couldn’t talk to him.This is mainly because Liu Miao's expression is particularly serious when he is in a daze, as if he is thinking about something.

We spent the night on the broken island and were about to leave for Sunday.

In the army, someone came to send us to the dock.

The road back is as hard.The wind seems to be bigger than it was.

I was soaked, and I couldn’t recover.

“Is it okay?”Liu Miao was concerned about one word.

I shook my head, “Okay... let me slow down...” I covered my mouth.

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

I immediately ran over and couldn’t run in a straight line.

I went to the bathroom and I swum a few times before slowly recovering.

This trip, to solve the different space entrance is easy, this time once the boat is let me suffer.

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

The TV crew has withdrawn, and Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun seem to have left.

Wu Ling and Liu Miao were looking at the same mobile phone with their heads leaning on their heads.

Wu Ling first found me back and turned my phone to me.

On my phone is a painting that I am familiar with.

White's painting.

White’s new work is a strange painting.Although his previous paintings were very strange, I could understand what the scene was.This one makes my head embarrassed.

The picture is a blue background, very clear color, not gray.

There is a monster in the painting, like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, flying out of a human body.I know the monster, it is the same Bimon that Ye Qing shuts off.

Bimon was huge, his hair was flying, and he looked monstrous and majestic.

The human body can only see one outline.Look at the natural position of the limbs, as if they had fainted, or just a corpse.

"What is it?"Possed?“Is that demon possessed?”I blurted out, and it occurred to me that the monsters I saw in my dreams seemed to appear suddenly.

It cannot be said that suddenly appeared, and those who in the future should have observed them, but the distance is limited.It may be close to the city to find them, or simply they fall from the sky and trample on countless buildings, and mankind flees in fear.

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

Right!

I saw it when I dreamed of a guide!The monster, which was like a wolf and a dog, was originally a rigid man!

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

Wu Ling and LiuMing listened silently.

I look at them.

“White is dead.”Wu Ling said.