Chapter 1109 Answer

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It's a cloudy morning.

A damp, cold day.

What do people experience on such a weekday morning?

First, they will open their eyelids that have been closed for three or four hours to the music of the mobile phone alarm.

Then they glance at the clock on their phone screen, turn off the alarm, and close their eyes again.

After about five minutes, their rationality will drive them to endure the urge to die and open their eyes again.

Then, they will spend about thirty seconds having an ideological struggle, and the result of the struggle is often... They successfully give up their strong desire to take leave or resign, and grit their teeth and crawl out of bed.

Depending on their gender, age and personality, within the next five to fifty minutes they will pack themselves up and walk out the door.

More than half of them skip breakfast, not for any other reason...just because omitting this process can squeeze out a little more sleep time for them.

When the sun has almost fully risen, they will pile into a subway or bus that squeezes people out of their juices, and spend a long, unpaid commute.

This... is the morning for most young people and even middle-aged people in big cities.

Their faces were filled with confusion, exhaustion and numbness.

They feel lonely inside, but have no way to talk to them.

They bow to reality, compromise, and endure day after day...

But... they can't see any hope or way out after all.

Fortunately, I am not one of them.

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Feng Bujue sat on a bench in the park, typed out the above paragraph of text on his mobile phone, and sat there looking at it carefully and savoring it.

"Hehehe... I'm in a good mood." Suddenly, a burst of obscene laughter came from behind him, "Are you planning to write it in a book?"

"What's wrong with me...is that I can't keep my mind busy." Feng Bujue knew that it was Woody talking to him without looking back, so he responded without looking back, "That's why I'm the most tired of waiting for people. "He said while saving the text he just typed. Then he locked the phone screen and put it back in his jacket pocket.

"Hey...sorry." Woody said. Then he sat next to Brother Jue, "Something happened on the way here, so I was delayed for a while."

"Can teleportation be delayed?" Feng Bujue's first words as soon as the other party sat down were to argue, "Oh... I should say, does 'teleportation' still have a so-called 'on the road'?"

"I don't use teleportation everywhere." Woody replied, "A lot of the time. I still have to use transportation or walk."

"So just tell me there's a traffic jam." Feng Bujue said.

"Hehe..." Woody changed the topic under the cover of a burst of laughter, "You have brought the 'thing'."

"You've seen it, haven't you?" Feng Bujue said, picking up an express package that was in his hand and stuffing it into Woody's arms.

"Is this how you package something worth at least several million dollars?" Woody asked as he took the package.

"This was not packaged by me," Feng Bujue said, "it was packaged by courier."

"Oh..." Woody continued, "The other party is very tolerant. This kind of thing... actually chooses to be delivered to you by express delivery?"

"Although I didn't package the items, I proposed the delivery by express delivery." Feng Bujue continued, "If I hadn't made this suggestion... then yesterday afternoon, my neighbors would have been lucky. I saw a bulletproof extended version of Lincoln drive into the community and parked next to my building. Then, several strong men in black suits emerged from the car, and they also carried valuables. The box was finally... delivered to my door in a mighty manner. "

"Hehehehe..." Woody said with a smile, "Sounds like a very interesting scene."

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied in a sarcastic tone, "It will be very interesting when the film police come to talk to me." He paused, "When I bought the game cabin in the first half of the year, it was because of the delivery. The box didn’t indicate what product it was, so the police station immediately got wind of it and thought I might have smuggled a batch of arms or something, so they sent someone to investigate.”

"Hehehe... That only shows that the image you cultivate in daily life is too evil." Woody said with a smile.

"Compared to you, I am nothing compared to you." Feng Bujue retorted and took advantage of the situation to change the subject. "Okay, no matter what, I've got what you want for you. Is it time to fulfill your promise?"

"Well..." At this second, Woody lowered his head and looked at the express box. He could sense the power contained in the thing inside, so he was not worried that Brother Jue would give him a stone or something, "Okay. ..." He paused for a second and then said, "But...you really don't want to break Li Ruoyu's seal?"

"It's not that I don't want to, I just leave the decision-making and action rights to her." Feng Bujue said.

"Hehe... you also beat around the bush sometimes." Woody smiled, "I thought you would be a more direct man when it comes to emotional matters."

"What you mean by 'directly'..." Feng Bujue blinked and squinted at Woody, tentatively reading.

"Hehehe... you figure it out yourself." Woody is a very smart character. In order to keep the scale of this book within a "harmonious" range, he cleverly used a piece of nonsense to fool around.

"In short... since you have put the seal aside for the time being, there is only one promise I want to fulfill." Woody continued.

"Ah..." Feng Bujue responded casually, and then said, "You'd better be more specific... After all, I have gone through so much trouble. If the information I get is just "you are just gifted", I will not accept it."

"Hehehe..." Woody pushed the glasses on his nose that always glowed white, and smiled, "Don't worry, I will tell you everything I know..."

He didn't say the four words "tell you everything" because there are some things he really doesn't "want to say", but "can't say".

Feng Bujue is also a smart person. He can hear the meaning, so he didn't say more about it.

"Then..." After two seconds, Woody began to explain, "I'll start with this 'Atari Crown'."

"Is the 'truth of my ability' related to this thing?" Feng Bujue asked immediately.

"Hehe... I'm not just talking about your ability, I'm telling you..." Woody said mysteriously, "... everything."

"Oh... everything..." Feng Bujue looked at him suspiciously and asked, "For example?"

"Hehehe... For example..." Woody continued, "What exactly is 'Horror Paradise'?" (To be continued ~^~)