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Act 4 "Flying Swords of Dragon Gate" Chapter 1 Tragic Life

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    Binghai University, Zhuyuan Building 2, Room 705, was on the upper bunk by the window. Liu Dali opened his hazy eyes and looked at the white ceiling confusedly, recalling the strange scenes in his dream, the bizarre pictures and the unclear faces.  The young men and women made him feel familiar and yet strange.  ././

    "Is this strange dream because the animated version of the third season of "The Myth of Pluto" was aborted?" Liu Dali curled up in the warm bed and refused to get up. "The ancients said that the day is full of thoughts and the night is full of dreams. I think so.  Do you dream of becoming a Saint if you have too much? My name, Liu Dali, is a bit tacky, but it won¡¯t turn into a Taurus, right? Even if I can¡¯t become a Saint of Gemini, Virgo and Aries, I will become a Pisces and Cancer.  The seafood duo also became"

    Liu Dali frowned slightly, closed his eyes lightly, and carefully recalled the pictures and scenes in his dream, trying to find something in them.

    One minute passed, two minutes passed, and five minutes passed. Not only did Liu Dali fail to find what he was looking for, but his memory became increasingly blurry, and soon there was only a vague impression left.  Like most of his dreams in the past twenty years, they soon degenerated into a few sporadic fragments.

    The dialogue in the dream, the background of the characters, and what happened to each other, all disappeared in just a few minutes, leaving only some meaningless pictures, proving that this dream once existed.

    "Today is December 21, 2012. Why are there no signs of the end of the world?"

    Liu Dali had given up searching for the content of his dreams, and he had left the strange dreams behind.  Thoughts shift to the end of the world predicted by the Mayans.

    Since the release of the doomsday disaster movie "2012", reports about Mayan prophecies have emerged from all over the world, and many people believe them to be true for various reasons.

    Many people have made a lot of preparations for this. Homemade Noah's Ark, missile silo shelter apartments, large offshore refuge oil tankers, etc. have been reported one after another, attracting many people's attention.

    There are many people who have no money and are looking forward to the end of the world. As for the reason, it is no longer important.

    Liu Dali also believed and expected it.  If you have nothing to do, go to the 2012 Tieba and browse the posts that are hard to distinguish between genuine and fake.

    Now that December 21, 2012 has arrived, the end has not come, and life will continue. All the previous speculations and expectations have become a dream and shattered with a snap.

    A few rays of sunlight shone in from outside the house, and the warm yellow sunlight did not dispel the chill in the house.  But it gives people a sense of spiritual peace, and it has nothing to do with the end of the world.

    Liu Dali is already a senior student. As a senior, he has much less homework than before. Today is Friday and there are no classes all day.  Friday, Saturday, Sunday plus the morning of next Monday, three and a half days off, enough for senior students to do a lot of things.

    However.  However, Liu Dali had no ambition. Not only did he not go out to find a job internship, he did not even prepare a graduation thesis.  In his original plan, the graduation thesis was put in the last few weeks, which was enough to finish it. Now

    This kind of mentality.  This approach destined Liu Dali's future life to be very tragic. Thinking about it now, he already regretted it.  He didn't know why he had such an idea in the first place, it was a waste of time.

    "Is it because the end of the world has not come yet that I suddenly had an epiphany?" Liu Dali rubbed the acupuncture points on both sides of the bridge of his nose and opened his tired eyes, "It's not too late now. I"

    Thinking of this, Liu Dali found that he had no advantage to take advantage of. What could someone learn who has rarely even gone to the library in the past few years at university?

    I had to skip elective courses and compulsory courses, but I didn¡¯t learn any useful knowledge. I gave all my youth and time to the Internet, which resulted in greater spiritual emptiness, a pair of high-precision black-rimmed plastic glasses and a slight gain.  Somewhat puffy body.

    Although in today's society, majors rarely correspond to jobs, if you don't have any real skills, you will be useless and better companies will not use you at all.

    "It's not too late. I'll start as an intern and learn by doing. It's just a matter of four good years in college." Liu Dali lay on the bed and began to plan his future.

    At this time, the door to the dormitory was opened, and three young men wearing down jackets walked in. Their hair was a little messy, their faces were a little yellow, their eyes were slightly dark, but they were in good spirits.

    Several people walked into the dormitory while chatting with rice noodles, soy milk, fried dough sticks and other breakfast items in their hands. The room was immediately filled with the smell of various breakfast mixtures.

    "The end of the world in 2012 is really a lie."

    A young man in a black down jacket put fried dough sticks, soy milk and pancakes on the computer table, bent down to press the switch on the case, turned on the computer, and wanted to have breakfast while surfing the Internet.

      "That's it, three consecutive days of darkness, the sun doesn't rise anymore, it's not sunny today, spring, spring cough, in short, the world is harmonious, there are many people in Internet cafes, and nothing looks like the end of the world. I guess Baidu  The 2012 forums should also disappear. Sailors, please go home early. Those poor people who have been preparing for the end of the world have wasted a lot of money and time."

    A young man in a blue down jacket said happily, as if the pain and suffering of others were the source of his happiness.

    "It would be great if the school didn't turn off the lights, so we wouldn't have to go to the Internet cafe to book the night. My poor school beauty Yin Xia~~ Hey For me, the end of the world was a month ago."

    The last young man was wearing a yellow down jacket. After expressing his opinion, he patted Liu Dali's bed and said loudly, "Get up, I brought you breakfast."

    "kindness."

    Liu Dali responded, lifted the warm quilt, got up, dressed and got out of bed.  He glanced at the three young people in the room and felt that they were both familiar and unfamiliar.

    It feels familiar because Liu Dali has slept with them for more than three years, but the feeling of unfamiliarity is very strange, as if it happened in a previous life, and even the names are unclear.

    Liu Dali¡¯s dormitory is a four-person room. Each of them has a computer desk, and above the computer desk is their bed.

    The four old men share a bathroom and a small balcony.  As a college student, I have nothing to complain about. Compared with the situation in high school where sixteen people shared a dormitory, this place is already paradise.

    While Liu Dali was getting up, dressing, and washing his face, the topic of the three young men had shifted to the tragedy that shocked the whole school more than a month ago.

    Liu Dali had to lament that even if some people died, their legends would still be spread in the world.

    The cause of everything is nothing more than a bloody story of two men fighting for one woman and three people dying one after another.  But the heroine is Hua Yinxia, ??the most beautiful school girl at Binghai University, and the two male protagonists are Xiao Bufan, the most talented student at Binghai University, and a rich second generation who is said to have a very good background.

    Even Xiao Bufan, a good-looking, talented and promising Sanyou personnel, was defeated by the offensive of money. He got angry because of a beautiful woman and wanted to die with them and go to hell together. Will anyone in this world still believe in love?  ?

    Although the heroine is in the scene at the school gate.  She won the sympathy of most people present and expressed the fact that she was being forced, but Liu Dali always felt that things were not that simple.

    Even though Yin Xia is excellent, perfect in every aspect, even her flaws are very cute, she is a humanoid nuclear weapon that kills both men and women, old and young.  But Liu Dali always felt that this woman was dangerous. There seemed to be something hidden under her beautiful and gentle appearance, which made him feel uneasy.

    Liu Dali couldn¡¯t explain why, it was just a pure feeling.  But this feeling was very accurate and had changed Liu Dali's fate several times, so Liu Dali had to believe it.

    ¡°I¡¯ve been dead for nearly a month, what else do I think about these things?¡±

    Liu Dali shook his head gently and smiled meaninglessly.  He wrung out the towel and hung it on the plastic towel drying rod in the sink. Then he walked to the computer desk under his bed, wiped some Dabao, opened the drawer, took out his wallet, took out ten yuan, and handed it to the man in the yellow down jacket.  youth.

    "Thank you. The remaining five yuan will be used as my errand fee. How about it?" The young man in the yellow down jacket looked at Liu Dali expectantly.

    "Yeah." Liu Dali nodded habitually, and the latter smiled, put the ten-dollar bill into his bag, and then chatted with others.

    Liu Dali didn't care about the ten yuan, but he thought of many bad past events, and it seemed that he and these three buddies were not so "iron".

    In the past, the school did not have such a good dormitory. When he still slept in a double bunk bed, he slept on the upper bunk. As long as the brother sleeping on the lower bunk was in the bed, he, the person sleeping on the upper bunk, had to be careful in everything he did, and his movements were a little too big.  If you do something like turn over or something, the person sleeping in the lower bunk will yell impatiently.

    Liu Dali paid for going out to eat, and several people shared the house during the summer vacation of his sophomore year. The other two people, whose families were well off, didn't know why, but their family didn't give them enough living expenses, so they asked Liu Dali to pay for it first. The two promised that after Liu Dali's school starts,  After their problems are solved, they will be returned to Liu Dali.

    "It's a pity that until now, the two of them still have not changed for various reasons. If Liu Dali didn't mention it, it would be as if this incident never happened to them.

    There are many other things like this, which is one of the reasons why Liu Dali did not go on a night stay with the three of them last night, otherwise he might have to pay for the night stay.

    "Am I too useless for the university to be like this? Is this really me?"

    ??Liu Dali frowned slightly. He sat on his computer desk, inserted the straw into the disposable plastic cup containing soy milk, and then used chopsticks to stir the cold hot dry noodles.

    ??The unbearable memories came one after another, making Liu Dali very uncomfortable. He looked down at the hot dry noodles that had turned brown, and he had no appetite at all.

    Thinking of his past self, Liu Dali had to admit that he was really a failure. No wonder no one wanted him after his parents divorced. They just put hundreds of dollars into his card every month until he graduated from college. Such a tragic life  , besides blaming himself, who else could Liu Dali blame?

    If this continues, Liu Dali¡¯s life will become problematic once he graduates.

    "What a failure in life. Is this me? That incompetent and wretched little fat man that grandma doesn't care for, grandpa doesn't love, mother doesn't like, and father doesn't want?" Liu Dali has never hated himself so much. How can a person who hates even himself be able to do that?  Do you expect to be liked by other people?

    Liu Dali wanted to find an advantage for himself in his memory, but he found that his only "advantage" was Ah Q's spirit.

    This "advantage" allowed Liu Dali to enjoy himself and prevent him from committing suicide due to depression.

    suddenly.  The roar of zombies appeared in the dormitory. Liu Dali was startled. He stood up from his chair suddenly, turned around and looked around, but did not find any zombies in the dormitory.

    "Why are you having such a big reaction? There's something wrong, you scared me." The young man in the yellow down jacket glared at Liu Dali, and then said to the young man in the black down jacket who was about 1.5 meters away with his back to him, "Hey, I  Say. Don't be so disgusting, okay? Everyone is having breakfast, what are you watching "The Walking Dead"? Didn't you watch it last night?"

    "I played StarCraft 2 with you all night last night. You said I have time to watch it?" The young man in a black down jacket asked for a churro and responded angrily.

    "Don't look at his computer screen. Hey, please turn down the volume. The sound of zombies eating meat is really disgusting." A young man in a blue down jacket walked in from the balcony carrying porridge.

    "Okay, ok. Listen to you." The young man in the black down jacket reluctantly turned down the volume of the speaker.

    After a false alarm, Liu Dali sat back on the chair and thought to himself, "What's wrong with me? The prophecy of the end of the world has been shattered. What am I worried about? Even if there are zombies, they won't appear here out of thin air."  . It¡¯s not like playing an online game, the system can spawn monsters out of thin air.¡±

    Liu Dali secretly scolded himself for overreacting and being unfounded. At this moment, an unknown premonition hit his heart.  Liu Dali felt his scalp numb and his back chilly.

    "What's wrong?" The young man in a blue down jacket walked up behind Liu Dali with porridge in his hand. He saw Liu Dali motionless as if his acupuncture points had been tapped, and asked very curiously, "Hey. What's wrong with you? Woohoo?  ~~What¡¯s going on?¡±

    The eyes of this young man in a blue down jacket suddenly blurred. Then he put the porridge on his computer desk, covered his forehead with one hand, and said to himself, "Strange, why do I feel a little dizzy? Could it be?  Is it because of the all-nighter?"

    "My head is also a little dizzy." The young man in the black down jacket shook his head vigorously. He looked at the crossbow man holding a crossbow in "The Walking Dead" and then shook his head vigorously.  He said: "I used to stay up all night for three days and I was fine. But yesterday I stayed up all night and I felt dizzy. Am I already old?"

    The young man in the yellow down jacket looked at the tired faces of the two brothers, and said loudly, "Are your bodies too weak? Have you watched too many artistic movies, or masturbated too hard, hurting your body? I'm all the same.  You said, small masturbation is pleasurable, big masturbation is harmful to the body, and forced masturbation is wiped out, but you just didn¡¯t listen, do you regret it now?¡±

    The two young men did not tease each other with their buddies as before. They were like two robots that ran out of power. They suddenly fell to the ground and knocked over the porridge, pancakes, soy milk and other breakfast items on the computer table.

    "What's wrong with you?" The young man in the yellow down jacket who felt good about himself just now jumped up from his chair in shock.

    "I'm out of breath." Liu Dali walked up to the young man in the blue down jacket, felt his breath with his hand, opened his right eye, then put his hand deep into the other man's coat, and pressed his palm against his left chest.  "Not breathing, pupils dilated, heartbeat stopped, he was dead."

    "Deaddead?" The young man in the blue down jacket looked at Liu Dali with a trembling voice. He wanted to stand up, but found that his legs were weak and he sat down on the ground. He said in disbelief, "How could he be dead?  ?Are you kidding me? Is it a sudden death? "

    Thinking of one of the many incredible ways to die in school, the young man in the blue down jacket sniffed the other person's breath, then unzipped the other person's down jacket and put his ear on the other person's chest, wanting to hear?The beating of the heart, but unfortunately, he heard nothing.

    "Reallydead? What should I do? Tell the class teacher or call the police." The young man in the blue down jacket was stunned. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, his hands trembling and he didn't know who to call first.  At this moment, a strong hand grabbed his ankle.

    "Nonot deadyou lied to meah~~~!! Why did you bite me?!"

    The young man in the blue down jacket cried out in pain. He squatted down and grabbed the other man's hair with both hands, trying to pull away the brother who was biting his calf.  The other party refused to let go and bit off a bloody piece of meat from his calf. After that, the two people struggled together.

    Liu Dali looked coldly at the two people rolling and struggling on the ground, showing no intention of going over to help.

    His heart was as calm as water, without any feeling of fear or worry, as if the people who had been sleeping with him for three years were a group of strangers who had nothing to do with him.

    "Am I born cold-blooded? No, I'm not cold-blooded. I'm even a little happy. Well, why do you feel that I have a tendency to develop into a bt?" Liu Dali's memories of the past three years made him feel secretly happy. If he hadn't stopped him,  His strength was inexplicably much stronger than before. At this time, a vulgar, despicable, villainous smile should appear on his face.

    "Resurrected?"

    The muscles under his palms suddenly squirmed, interrupting Liu Dali's thoughts. He looked down and found that the dead man had opened his eyes.

    A pair of yellow and turbid eyes were out of focus, and some cracked and peeling lips were opened, letting out an intrusive growl. At the same time, two hands were grabbing at Liu Dali.

    Liu Dali remained silent and narrowed his eyes slightly. He reached back and grabbed the disposable chopsticks that were placed on the computer table and inserted on the hot dry noodles. Without any hesitation, he inserted the chopsticks into the opponent's left eye socket accurately.

    ¡°Woo~~ After a meaningless growl, the hand that had just touched Liu Dali¡¯s coat lost its power and fell to the cold floor.

    "How is this going?"

    Liu Dali should have felt scared, then screamed loudly, crawled out of the dormitory in fear and rolled around, and ran away, but his reaction was completely different from the experience, thoughts and reactions in his mind.

    "Did I kill someone?" Liu Dali stood up. He took a few steps back and hit the iron pillar of the bed with his back. He looked down at his white and red hands with no sign of work and muttered to himself: "No.  , I am trying to save myself, but why don¡¯t I have the slightest bit of fear? Nor do I feel any guilt at all?¡±

    At this time, waves of exclamations and curses gradually came from the corridor. Liu Dali closed the door, locked the door bolt, and turned to look at another battlefield in the dormitory, near the balcony.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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