Doomsday Wonderland: A thank-you episode for the boss of “I won’t look back at the explosion” (Part 2)

...What time is it?

Qingjiuru glanced at the screen of his mobile phone in a daze.

5:09PM.

Raph sat on a chair not far away and adjusted her skirt.

When did she come? Is the consultation not over yet?

"We have just started for thirty minutes." After hearing his doubts, Raph was even more confused than him and asked, "Don't you remember? Our appointment was from four to six o'clock. ."

He vaguely remembered that Raph rang the doorbell when he hung up the phone with his agent. At that time...it seemed like it was still raining outside the window, and there was still daylight.

Now, the six-meter-high glass wall looks like a dark blue calm pool, with a row of orange lights illuminating the vague reflection on the black lake.

"Have you started to have problems with your memory?" Raph frowned very worriedly, "If you think about it again, your agent hung up the phone around 3:30, and you still told me , he hung up the phone so suddenly, it was very unlike what he would do."

Yes...that seems to be the case. Strange, how could he forget it?

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember." Love sighed and said: "Our consultation should continue as normal... We still have an hour to go before it is over. You need someone around you in this state... …Maybe I should stay a little longer."

Qingjiuru glanced at her.

The TV stood far away on the other side of the living room, scrolling with news. I don’t know when or who turned it on. The volume was turned down very low, and the world of news became a dull background in the living room.

"To ensure that the reservoir is not polluted, some areas will be closed and restricted from today..."

"Small and medium-sized enterprises are experiencing a wave of bankruptcies..."

"The scandal of movie star Tony Slade has been exposed, and there may be traces of spies behind the understudy..."

Qing Jiuru slowly stroked his face, his cold fingers resting on his lips, his lips were slightly parted, and there was only silence.

"I know you always respected him," Love said.

"Yeah, I didn't expect... that he would make such a stupid decision." He let out a long breath. "His career as an actor...is probably over."

After he sent a text message expressing surprise to his agent, the agent seemed satisfied and stopped sending him various links.

From Qing Jiuru's position, he could see most of the TV screen; when follow-up reports about the airport incident appeared, they all fell right into his eyes.

"I didn't expect that the blond flight attendant died."

After watching for a while, Qingjiuru said in a daze: "I thought she was hit with a stun gun..."

"It's not a flight attendant, it's a terrorist." Love reminded softly, "It's interesting that you still call her a flight attendant. Is it a manifestation of your guilt? But you did The right thing to do, her death is not your responsibility."

The blond flight attendant, who was hit by a bullet in the back, died on the spot, although Kiyokuru didn't remember hearing the gunshot.

On the TV news just now, the sister of the flight attendant cried uncontrollably, and her words were squeezed out from the sobs: "No way, she is just an ordinary person, she usually doesn't even dare to kill fish, airlines No matter what class the company sent her to, she never complained..."

The host asked her a few questions and recounted what happened.

"I don't know how she got into the airport and what she wanted to do. She didn't tell me." My sister cried and said, "I'm really sorry that I didn't realize her intention earlier..."

The host read her a few more audience messages; by the time Qingjiuru slowly finished mixing herself a glass of wine, the sister had stopped crying.

"Interview me?" Her eyes were red and swollen, and there were tears on her face, but her expression was relaxed and blank. "Why...my sister? Let me take a look...No, you are mistaken. I don't have a sister."

"Would you like a drink?"

Qingjiuru raised his wine glass and invited Raph for the first time. "Don't think of today as a consultation, just think of it as a gathering between friends."

Raph thought for a few seconds and nodded. "I actually don't want to encourage you to drink," she said with a rather complicated expression. "You are already at a critical point. I am very worried that you will lose self-control after drinking and take an irreversible step..."

Qingjiuru smiled at her. "But it's a good thing you're here, right? As a psychological counselor, you won't watch me do anything."

"Yes...yes," Raph hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "I am a psychological counselor..."

On the TV screen in the distance, a black-and-white helicopter with a police badge spun and fell into the sky, falling into the flower-like firelight; the news title staying at the bottom of the screen read - "Passed A city-wide helicopter manhunt successfully captured the ATM robber.”

Qingkuru handed her a glass of Negroni, but did not walk away. Instead, he sat down on the armrest of her sofa chair. He half-bent, his voice a little hoarse.

"We have known each other for more than ten years, and this is the first time you have tasted the wine I mixed, isn't it?" He whispered with a somewhat affectionate smile. "I often think that when I'm down and out, I can still be a bartender..."

"It's so fast, it's been more than ten years." Raph sighed and took a sip of wine.

This is the first time for the two of them to sit together at such a close distance.

Although Qingjiuru is usually lazy and careless, he knows very well what kind of effect he can have on a woman if he is willing - he just doesn't care.

Coincidentally, Raph didn't seem to care today, and she didn't even realize that there was only half a hand's distance between Qingjiu Liu and her.

"I am also very ashamed. I have been consulting with you for more than ten years, but your suicidal and self-destructive tendencies are getting worse day by day... I am really scared."

Qingjiuru closed his eyes and placed his untouched glass of Negroni on the side table. His hands were shaking slightly, and the ice cubes made a soft sound in the cup.

"I'm afraid that as soon as I leave your house today, you will-"

"You haven't told me yet, what do you think of the wine I mixed." Qingjiuru said softly.

"Ah? Very good." Raph praised rather perfunctorily, and then said: "You can't avoid the problem...We must face it squarely."

"I..." Qingjiu Liu opened his mouth, but was startled by his own hoarse and laborious voice. He cleared his throat and then continued: "I can't see hope or the meaning of living at all."

Raph nodded as if relieved, and patted his knee comfortingly. "I know."

"Human beings are really wonderful things, right?" Qingjiuru whispered, "On the one hand, it is difficult to understand the complexity of things, and on the other hand, it is extremely easy to be affected by it... What we see is reality. We recognize What we believe is the truth..."

"What are you talking about?" Raph raised her head and asked.

She wore very light makeup, but it could still be seen that the foundation on her nose and chin had begun to fade slightly and become powdery.

"I mean, there is no truth in the world, it just depends on how you see it, right? In the eyes of most people in the world, my life may not even have any shortcomings." He lowered his head and smiled at Raph, saying : "But what I saw... was a cage that I couldn't escape despite struggling again and again."

"You think that only death is your final release, right?" Raph shook his head and took another sip of wine.

Qingjiuru looked down and tightly held the sleeves of his sweater to prevent the loose cuffs from starting to tremble. He sighed, stood up from her, and sat back on the sofa. "Yes. But I really didn't expect that you would be willing to go this far with me."

Raph frowned slightly and asked: "Which step?"

Qing Jiuliu looked at her and paused for a few seconds.

On the TV in the distance, the news has been played repeatedly for the third time - "Small and medium-sized enterprises have ushered in a wave of openings..." "Mountain landslides, some areas are blocked and restricted..."

“We want to go together,” he said hoarsely, “didn’t we agree on it?”

Just as Raph put down the wine glass, her hand became unstable and the wine glass shattered on the ground.

"That's why you drank the wine I added potassium cyanide to, and you forgot?"

Raph took a sharp breath, her voice was sharp and clear, she grabbed the sofa chair tightly with one hand, and her face turned pale.

"The potassium cyanide was what you brought to me when you came in," Qingjiuru looked at his untouched glass of wine on the table and whispered, "Raph, I'm very happy. The last moment of our lives is Spend time by each other's side."

He did not raise his eyes again.

... Even when he heard the muffled sound of a human body hitting the ground, he did not move.

Just sitting on the sofa, motionless, took up an unimaginable amount of energy; his muscles all tightened, and a light layer of sweat floated on his skin. The glass of wine was sitting just a short distance away, and the liquid in the transparent glass had a calm and bright glow, as if a door had been opened a crack, and the light pouring out - as long as he picked up the glass and drank it, he would be able to see the light outside the door. Finally find the exit in life.

"You forgot... I am an actor." When Qingjiuru spoke in a cold voice, he was faintly surprised. "I have to believe something before I can perform it convincingly."

No one in the house could respond to his words.

"You don't really want to, right?" He was still staring at the glass of wine, but the muscle tremors had gradually subsided. "You just can't tell anything clearly."

In the dead silence, Qingjiureu sat for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he reached out his hand and drank all his wine in one gulp. As if he was waiting for something, but nothing came, he finally stood up slowly, and the cold air rippled around him. He didn't turn his head to look in the direction of the sofa chair, he just walked towards the bar and picked up the paper roll he had opened again.

In the white paper are clusters of brown-green curly leaves and flowers ~IndoMTL.com~ also decorated with thin white hairy crystals.

No tobacco - never tobacco.

Qingjiuru rolled it up again, trembling slightly, and lit it.

When he took a deep breath of the scroll, a dazzling light came on the TV. He didn't know where the news was or what happened.

Qingjiu didn't even look at the news headlines on the screen. It’s no use even looking at it.

He silently approached the sofa chair and squatted down.

"You and this world together...became something I don't understand."

While speaking, the white mist pounced on his lips, blurring Love's face on the ground, making her wide-open eyes and semi-distorted face look a little gentler, bringing her closer to Qing Jiuliu's memory. That image.

"Goodbye, LOVE."

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