It should be said that I am extremely happy with everyone's enthusiasm, but the excitement cannot offset the physical damage and fatigue.

But everyone present seemed to realize this. Everyone's reaction was very interesting.

Let me talk about the people I know first. Jack is supporting me right now. He doesn’t care about the pungent odor on my body. He smiles heartily and introduces to everyone solemnly: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome our great hero - V!

"

Misty held her nose and said, "Oh, V, I'm so glad you're okay. We've been looking for you for a week. There were times when I was worried that you were just like this... But don't worry, I've read Tarot cards for you several times, and they were all fine.

It’s a good sign. But you should go take a shower, and when you put on new clothes, let’s have a party together. Oh, by the way, we didn’t tell Lao Wei about you so as not to worry him. Don’t blame me.

He didn't come."

Don't worry, of course I won't blame him.

Naruto, that guy, said happily to me, "It's great that Sister V is fine. In fact, we wanted to come to you early in the morning, but Teacher Bian kept stopping us."

I looked at Bian Ning. He is a yellow man, tall and thin. He used to be my natural science teacher when I was in school. It should be said that I have a deep impression of him. Now he has entered into life.

In the late prime of life, people are getting older and older.

Teacher Bian Ning, who works multiple jobs at a community school, coughed twice and said, "Valerie, we all know you'll be fine."

I don’t often use the name Valerie, and I usually don’t allow others to use it, but many of these people are my close acquaintances. Teacher Bian Ning used to like to call me little Valerie, which sounds like the name of some robot.

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The blind man in charge of the door is also a yellow man. He pursed his lips at me and did not say any more unnecessary words or actions. He has always been like this. At least in the many years I have known him, I have never seen him say more than

Fifty sentences, he will often talk more when he is around people named Lu.

By the way, I was really sad that the man named Lu didn’t come.

Mr. Wolf now introduced me to the two strangers in the car, "This is Mr. Lu Zongping's mother, and this is Mr. Lu Zongping's eldest brother."

Shocked.

"Ah, it's an honor to meet you two. What should I call you?"

"Just call me Serana. This is my son, Jonas Baishan Lu. You can just call him Brother Jonas." The person speaking is said to be Lu Zongping's mother, who has a very maternal temperament.

A woman, but she is Caucasian, and Lu Zongping looks yellow at first glance - although her skin is also very white, her facial features are absolutely oriental. How can I believe this?

Serana saw my doubts and explained in a gentle voice: "I am not Lu Zongping's biological mother."

Shocked again!

There is a scumbag dad from Lu Zong Plain! No wonder he has a bad face all day long. Is it really a problem with his original family?

Jonas, the man with blond hair and blue eyes, stood up at this time. He was very tall and had to hunch over in the RV. He walked in front of me in half a step - God, he was as strong as a wall.

Serana definitely suffered a lot when she gave birth to him, and it might have been a caesarean section...

"Pay attention." He said, putting his left hand on the back of my head, and his right hand quickly slapped my forehead.

I'm confused.

"Took it out." Jonas took his left hand back, spread it out, and placed a bloody brass pistol bullet in his palm.

Is this taken from my head?

But, how is this possible...

Am I actually dead?

The memory is as quiet as the darkness in the corridor.

Warmth swallowed my sight: the scene of that night flashed back before my eyes, Dexter Deshawn's bleeding head, he was already dead, but he stood up again and gave me a shot.

This is fate, it is God's shot at me.

So, I'm really dead.

…

In the darkness, when I regained consciousness.

In front of me is a dark corridor covered with graffiti, and the lights here have an oxidized texture and are dim.

There was a girl at the end who said hello to me: "Hey!" It looked like she was the kind of person who came to the concert for excitement and wanted to have sex with her favorite singer.

"Hey." I was responding, no, it wasn't me, this voice was a man speaking like this.

I'm a little confused.

Yes, that's it. I passed out. Now, I seem to be possessed by a man. It's like a super real and free dream movie. I am now playing this man. He walks through the corridor and turns right.

2023, August 20, 9:00 pm

——This seems to be the time.

A man shouted at me at the door at the end of the corridor on the right: I can't let you go up there.

Who are you? Oh, I remember, Martin Ting.

——But this is not my memory

Walking towards him, the silver left arm holding the gun pushed the man away and pushed him against the wall. The memory played in this order, and I saw the reflection in the mirror on the wall - Johnny Silverhand.

Am I Johnny Silverhand?

No, I am V.

The stage is approaching, the music is getting louder and clearer, I'm Johnny Silverhand, the lead singer of Samurai, the fucking terrorist, fuck, let me, take over this stage, while I'm on stage

, my old guys, please be quiet, my fans, you can cheer for me!

Silver arms, silver pistols, grabbing silver microphones, heavy smoke under the spotlight.

There are faces in the dark crowd under the stage. I don’t recognize each of you, but each of you must know me.

"Tonight, I want to say goodbye to all of you..."

Cheers, that's it.

Pick up my plugged-in guitar and play some music!

…

Shit, why did I think I was Johnny Silverhand just now?!

However, memories come back like a wave again, oh, I am a lighthouse on the long shore, shining on the place where seagulls breed, and the ships in the distance...

It's dark, the night in the city is dark.

Bones, I'm going to do a big deal tonight, my dear Bones, "Don't follow us like dogs and waste your life." I'm tired of doing it and have no interest in you. Now my life will burn tonight

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"Are you fucking mentally ill?"

You have such a sweet little mouth, girl.

"Johnny, wait."

Behind you is Kerry, my dear gay Kerry, the mainstay of the band, and oh shit, your hair looks like microwaved dog poop.

"Stop it, you can still turn around now."

Don't look at me with your innocent eyes.

"Do you want me to give up halfway? It's not me, it's you. Do you know why? Because you've always been a fucking coward, Kerry. For the sake of friendship, before I leave, I'll give you a suggestion: be tough.

Come on. I'm going to start a new era."

Open the door, and the armed helicopter parked in the open space in front stirs up wind and smoke, the hazy phantom of the night city, the high-rise buildings bursting with lights in the distance, countless gloomy capital puppets, and the billboards are so fucked up that they look like glitter on a prostitute.

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Rogge was waiting for me next to the helicopter with her hands on her hips. The turbulent wind blew through her jacket, and the city gave her an ambiguous outline of light and shadow.

"You're late!"

"Fuck, you're so sexy tonight, I'm so fucking hard just looking at you!"

"Fuck you Johnny!"
Chapter completed!