Chapter 1150

Fear is human's own ignorance and uncertainty of things. Therefore, by improving the cognitive ability of things, expanding the cognitive vision and determining the source of fear.

For example, when a hotel is on fire, people will be afraid, at a loss, rush out, and jump if they can't run out, resulting in a fatal disaster.

In fact, as long as they keep their precious calm, they may find that the emergency exit from the hotel is on their left.

Simply and strictly speaking, fear is that people are scaring themselves.

This reason is very simple. When Fang Yuan left home to find his mother at the age of 12, he already understood the hardships that would not have occurred at home.

Imagine a 12-year-old child curled up in an empty street or in the wilderness at night. The extremely thick darkness surrounded him with a grim smile like a devil -- how strong does he need to struggle until dawn?

Fear can drive people crazy, but it is also the best way to temper people's willpower, make their nerves stronger, and then keep normal people calm no matter what happens. There is no doubt.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Similarly, there are disadvantages and advantages. Both are relatively speaking. There is some ideological truth that "a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.".

It was also through the training of those fears that Fang Yuancai soon showed an advantage inconsistent with his age after being accepted by Tudou, and finally achieved results that he didn't dare to think before.

I was scared.

This sentence is enough to describe the current life track of Fangyuan.

Fang Yuan had tasted too much fear before he met Tudou. When practicing with Kunlun in the Jianghu, no matter how famous they created, they will be embraced by fear from time to time, which is certain.

In particular, when Queen Tang came back, she went to Lop Nur, the underground ancient city of the Northern Dynasty, and the Carmen region of Russia a few days ago. The experiences of these three places raised the resistance of Fang Yuan to fear by more than one level.

If someone else could break through a place and survive, it would be burning high incense. The spirits of all ancestors in heaven bless him. It can't be said that it is a miracle that he can live alive to the present.

So it's impolite to say that the current fear in Fangyuan is absolute Pediatrics compared with those three places -- no matter how strong the fear released by yamahara EMI is, it doesn't have a great impact on Fangyuan. At most, some normal people should be nervous when they see a mad dog coming.

Hideki Toyoda, a mere Oriental goods, can you compare with the evil Yin emissary and Mrs. Jiuyou, who lives as a shark?

As for the sudden flameout of the car, the lights can't emit a little light, which is quite strange for ordinary people. Fang Yuan can't figure out what's going on for the time being, but he really didn't take it seriously.

His nervousness only came from what yamahara said.

If someone has to let Fang Yuan say: what can you prove that you are just nervous, not afraid?

He would close his eyes, preferably put the towel on his face and have a good sleep like a corpse lying in a coffin.

Perhaps, when he woke up, it was over: Xiumin Toyoda gave the head, he returned to the bright sun and continued his happy life of eating and waiting for death.

Just as Fang Yuan smiled and was about to say something, yamahara said in a dumb voice, "she's coming."

Where?

Subconsciously, Fang Yuan looked up and looked forward.

It was as if the car's heart stopped beating when it reached out to the front.

I can't see or hear anything except black.

In this case, yamahara said that "she" came. Of course, it was not what she saw, but what she felt in her sixth sense: she felt that Hideki Toyoda came step by step with the help of darkness and a grim smile on her face.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Fang Yuan said slowly and took out the lighter from his pocket.

There was a light noise, and an orange flame lit up, which made the darkness that had surrounded them and tried to further invade their nerves. They were stung by a scorpion. As a result, they quickly retreated with a silent howl.

Light is the best weapon to resist fear at any time.

It is only obvious that the light source of the lighter is placed in the sewer where the lamp shines at most, that is, tens of meters away. The effect is not much stronger than the indicator light on the instrument panel.

The darkness immediately found this, no longer howling miserably, but sprawling again.

When the lighter was just ignited, yamahara EMI was relieved, as if its light of fire could stop Toyota Xiumin from coming.

But soon, when she saw the light of the lighter, she was even more afraid when she could only shine on the left hand holding the lighter, or even her wrist.

This fire light, in the dark world like the sky, can make people feel a trace of vitality and warmth at first light, and then make people feel greater loneliness and fear.

Like, in the whole world, only the slap around the fire is safe.

"Square, square, let's go, let's go!"

Yamahara EMI suddenly hissed and screamed, released his hand holding Fang Yuan's arm, turned and pushed the door open.

She could walk out of the darkness, and she didn't want to stay here and be tortured by fear.

As for what would happen on the way back, she wouldn't consider at all - did people think that jumping down from a burning hotel window would kill them?

"Don't move!"

Fang Yuan whispered, raised his hand and grabbed yamahara EMI's left shoulder. He pulled her back with a little force: "close the door!"

Yamahara EMI struggled. When he opened his mouth and was about to scream again, Fang Yuan's tongue burst into a spring thunder like violent drink: "close it!"

The man's masculinity suddenly splashed at this moment, which made the woman shiver. Then she calmed down and closed the door.

With a bang, the sound of the door being closed sounded. When it spread to the deeper and darker part of the sewer, the lighter held in Fang Yuan's left hand and stretched out of the window suddenly went out.

The last light outside the dashboard also disappeared in the sight of yamahara EMI, but she didn't scream any more, just hugged his arm harder.

Just fire when the lighter is out.

Fang Yuan didn't fight, but just let go and let the lighter fall to the ground.

Because he knew very well that at the moment when the lighter suddenly went out, he couldn't light it again. There was more sticky liquid on his left hand. When he retracted his hand and looked at it through the miserable green indicator light, he heard the low quack of yamahara EMI shouting: "blood!"

It's blood.

Fresh blood.

When Fang Yuan retracted his hand, he smelled the faint smell of blood. Unexpectedly, Shanyuan Baidai was so sensitive to the smell of blood.

When the light of the lighter suddenly went out, Fang Yuan's left hand told the owner that something had dropped from the top of the car and put out Lao Tze.

All the sewers in the world, no matter how good the construction quality, can not avoid moisture, and there will be drops of water on the top, which is a very normal phenomenon.

After a drop of water drips from above, it happens to tick on the lighter held in Fang Yuan's left hand. This is not a strange thing - what's strange is that what drips is not water, but fresh blood.

It's easy to think that at the top of the sewer above them, there is a bloodthirsty demon, perhaps a vampire bat. This drop of blood fell from the corner of its mouth. It is staring at the lower target with its strange shiny eyes. Considering their blood, it should be more delicious than that of mice.

Of course not.

Yamahara's previous hunch was right: Hideki Toyoda, here we are.

"It's just some tricks. Don't be afraid."

Fang Yuan seemed to be OK. He rubbed his backhand on his pants and comforted yamahara EMI: "since you've been together for so long, you should know that these evil ways are the skills of ninjas."

There is a strong man around who seems to keep calm when the sky falls, and can always give women the sense of security they need most. Yamahara EMI gets a great sense of security from the seemingly careless tone around, nods and whispers, "yes, she and she can make a flying knife suddenly become a drop of water, move forward quickly, hit the target and then become a flying knife. Very, very magical. "

"That's a cover up, and there's nothing magical."

Fang Yuan said carelessly, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. When he was about to find the lighter, he thought that the lighter had been thrown on the ground outside. He sighed gently, didn't take the cigarette off his mouth, and reached out to push open the door.

"You, where are you going!"

As soon as he opened the door and held yamahara EMI with his right arm, he asked nervously.

"Find a lighter and see if it can catch fire."

Fang Yuan broke away from the woman's embrace, rubbed her head hard, smiled and said, "don't be afraid. I just want to smoke. I'm standing outside the car and won't leave you."

"At this time, you haven't forgotten to smoke."

Yamahara whispered, with a strong sense of complaint.

"Smart women never interfere with why men smoke."

Mr. Fang, who didn't smoke, sucked his nose, lifted his legs and got off. After closing the door, he squatted down, stretched out his hand and scratched on the ground, and found the lighter: "you can't throw away the lighter casually next time. If you throw it away, you have to pick it up again. It's pure self suffering."

Patter, patter.

As the Flint (disposable lighter) kept emitting dazzling white sparks, more than a dozen times later, the orange flame finally lit up again. Fang Yuan hurriedly gathered to his mouth, lit the cigarette and took a beautiful breath.

At this time, it is estimated that the happiness index of a cigarette can catch up with that of afterwards.

"Would you like one?"

Fang Yuan stood up, bent down and put his left hand on the roof and asked yamahara EMI in the car.

"Yes."

Yamahara EMI did not hesitate, even some urgent.

Fang Yuan can understand that women are so urgent that they hope that the dark red light source of cigarette butts can give her some confidence and strength against the darkness.

After receiving the cigarette and lighter handed over by Fang Yuan, yamahara Baidai took a puff after lighting it, and then coughed violently, but soon stopped.

"Does it feel much better to have one at this time?"

Fang Yuan smiled proudly and asked this sentence when he suddenly heard footsteps.

It's neat and powerful. It's also the footsteps of many people. It comes from the depths of darkness: Bang, bang, bang!