When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

Chapter 770 Strong Desire

"Hey, calm down."

Gu Chunqiu stepped forward to stop Qin Haoyu, who was a little overwhelmed. The latter was obviously enduring something, but Lin Yue continued.

"Hey, what do you mean? Everyone has their own sad things, right? What do you mean by changing? I even said that some of my sad things are unbearable for others! Everyone has sad things, won't it pass if we just bear it?

Besides, can't you just speak out when you're sad? Why don't you just say it when you're sad? Many people just endure hardship without any effort!"

"Hey baby, you should talk less."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Gu Chunqiu hurriedly tried to dissuade him, but his words had already become the fuse, causing Qin Haoyu to burst into laughter.

"Hehehehahaha..."

"Ah, you too..."

"Yes, you are actually relatively good, even relatively reasonable. You didn't even get seriously angry, and you were just looking for a way out. However, the idea you expressed was wrong.

What you think are painful things may be the happiness that others can never get in their lifetime. Not everyone thinks the same thing. You cannot eat the food in the cafeteria, but refugees are competing to eat it.

The refugees' food was inedible, but that person couldn't taste it. Everything happened step by step, just like this..."

Qin Haoyu's remarks left everyone confused, but he said nothing more and just smiled bitterly.

"Maybe it's my fault. I'll go now... I've been really tired lately."

Lin Yue looked at his back and muttered, "This is inexplicable," but Gu Chunqiu held her shoulder. He looked in the direction Qin Haoyu had disappeared and whispered, "His family situation is really bad. His mother passed away some time ago. It's better to keep quiet."

Xiao Xiaobai also nodded and said softly, "The sadness in his eyes is much more serious than what I said."

The music in the cafe was still flowing briskly, but the noise from before seemed to have been mostly taken away by Qin Haoyu, leaving only the three of them looking at each other in silence, and an inexplicable heaviness lingering in the air.

But no matter what they say or how much they joke, the fun of the few of them has to continue.

Outside the door, Qin Haoyu looked at the cosplayers coming and going. People were still having fun, and people were still the same.

He simply felt that now that everyone can come online to witness another version of themselves, people have lost touch with their sense of class, and thus...

Before he could finish his thought, Lin Chongyi called and Qin Haoyu naturally answered the call.

"Hey."

"Are you still with the fit ones?" Lin Chongyi's voice came through the receiver. There was a crackling sound of electricity in the background, like some kind of signal interference.

"No, not anymore."

"That's good." Lin Chongyi paused, the seriousness in his tone as if icy. "From now on, no more contact."

Qin Haoyu was stunned. The brick wall against which he leaned seemed to suddenly grow cold. "What do you mean?"

"Literally." There was no room for joking in the other person's voice. "Don't have anything to do with him again, otherwise... I can't protect you. Do you understand?"

Outside the window, dusk deepened. The orange-red light burned the clouds brightly, but it stung Qin Haoyu's eyes. He opened his mouth, his throat feeling like it had been rubbed by sandpaper. "Did you hand over Yue Ji's identity..."

As he finished speaking, a few crows cackled as they flew overhead, their wings sweeping across the sycamore branches, sending their shadows swaying wildly. Not far away, on a power line, a few magpies tilted their heads to preen their feathers, occupying the spot once reserved for the crows. Their distinct black and white feathers shone glossily in the setting sun, appearing particularly dazzling.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, so long that Qin Haoyu thought the signal was cut off. Then a light voice came through, but it hit him like a hammer in the heart: "Yes. From now on... everything changes."

"What did the superiors say?"

“…Liquidation.”

"you sure?!"

"Not everyone thinks the same way, but ensuring that the goal is in our own hands is something we must do... You know what I mean."

The phone was hung up immediately. Qin Haoyu wanted to call Yue Ji, but found that the other party did not answer.

At this moment, he was in a trance.

Qin Haoyu opened the notes he had made when Yue Ji told him about his experiences in the past.

However, when describing his experiences and past, Yue Ji in each stage has different views on different things.

For example, Yue Ji now probably feels that all this is unimportant.

He accepted it all in silence.

But how could he accept it willingly?

……

dong dong dong...

The sound of the old train rolling over the joints of the rails was like a blunt hammer hitting rusty iron sheets. The entire connected carriage was shaking violently, and the iron frame connections made a creaking sound, as if it would fall apart in the next second.

The sky outside the window had already become as dark as a rag soaked in ink. The heavy rain slammed against the car window madly, forming a slanting stream of water, blurring the night scene outside the window into a blurry gray.

The light bulb on the roof of the carriage flickered, and the faint orange-yellow light reflected through the misty glass, casting an irregular spot on the floor, which happened to fall on the young man in the black cloak in the corner.

He huddled in a cold corner of the iron, the hood of his cloak pulled low, revealing only a sliver of his gray-bearded jaw.

“Cough cough cough… cough cough cough!!”

Coughing sounds came and went.

The new conductor had only been on duty for a few days. Seeing him coughing so hard, he couldn't help but walk over, and at the same time he staggered several times in the shaking carriage.

"Um..." He spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the sparse passengers around him. "There aren't many people on this train, so there are plenty of empty seats. Why don't you find a seat and rest... There's no need to stay here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old conductor's deep voice came from behind him: "Don't cause trouble."

The old conductor had been standing there for some time, his eyes sweeping over Yue Ji, and then quickly passing over the passengers who were sleeping soundly wrapped in blankets - they had frowned, and it was obvious that they had been disturbed by the coughing and couldn't sleep well.

No one wanted to open their eyes, as if by pretending to be asleep they could isolate themselves from this disturbing presence.

The old conductor patted the new conductor's shoulder, his eyes weary with the look of someone who had seen the world, and he nodded in the young man's direction. The meaning couldn't be clearer: this guy was a freak.

Beggar, swindler, or something else.

Anyway, just don't touch it.

The new conductor opened his mouth but swallowed the rest of his words. He looked at Yue Ji's face, half illuminated by the orange light. His paleness was filled with death. His cough grew weaker, but it was like a fine needle piercing the dead air in the carriage.

The rain continued to pound against the windows, and the train continued to bump along in the darkness. The young man in black's cough gradually subsided, leaving only faint gasps.