Chapter 636

When lifeflower returned to the bar, Bian Ziyuan and Mei Ziqing had gone.

Mei Ziqing was not very interested. According to her, it was because she didn't drink the wine prepared by the boss's wife, but people with a clear eye knew there was another reason.

A good bartender can indeed make delicious wine, but the true meaning of the bar is never to drink. It's better to have fun or drown your worries with wine. Even if it's just to kill boring time or relieve tension, drinkers never really come for wine tasting and will never spoil their interest because of the bartender.

Despite Mei Ziqing's repeated explanations, Bian Ziyuan stubbornly believes that his poor performance tonight led to all this.

He was very upset about his cowardice and incompetence and didn't seize this great opportunity to please the beauty. He carefully recalled that Mei Ziqing's failure to refuse directly in the face of gangster harassment was testing him, and his performance could be described as bad. After that, he was immersed in self reproach, sadness and humble uneasiness. He no longer had the courage to say those beautiful words he had long thought out in his heart in front of plum green.

The dead freak in the corner exacerbated his mood of falling into hell, made him trapped in the dark trap of self denial, and even imagined the arrival of the end of the world. He began to feel that the world was full of malice towards himself, as if the whole bar were laughing at him and looking at him differently.

He broke up with Mei Ziqing on the street and watched her get into a taxi and disappear in the midnight drizzle.

He walked home in the rain, opened a can of beer, sat on the sofa with his wet clothes, and recalled the faint fragrance of Mei Ziqing's fuzzy and beautiful face in the dim light. He poured beer into his stomach full of alcohol, then stroked the empty beer can hard, and shot the tumbling desire and disgusting despicability into the dark and invisible cavity of the wine can.

He felt endless emptiness, his consciousness sank in the dark, his body rotted in the heat of the tide, and his close wet clothes were like a shroud dug out of a coffin.

He threw the beer can into the dustbin and let the liquid flow out, integrating with the leftovers of last night crawling with cockroaches. He peeled off the shroud one by one, like a doctor doing delicate surgery, then rushed into the bathroom and washed his body with hot water again and again.

However, the filth of the body can be washed away, and the haze of the spirit cannot be dispersed.

He saw Mei Ziqing coming slowly from the mist in the bathroom and helping him clean the dirt with an unprecedented moving smile and gentle way. He once again had the impulse to release the accumulated desire in his belly, but he saw a dead breath rising in the corner. The cold from hell broke the hardness of his body and the last man's persistence, allowing him to continue to deepen his inferiority complex in the soft.

Mei Ziqing disappeared in the fog, and there was only the sound of boiling water in the bathroom. He saw another plum green standing outside the misty glass and looked at himself as if he were separated from the world.

Bian Ziyuan suddenly woke up from forgetting, remembered who he was, and remembered the pride of a computer genius. The darkness was once again filled with the glory of life, the emptiness was no longer, and the feeling of fullness filled his body again.

He is determined to return to the world where he should go and use his ability to change the future of himself and mankind.

He quickly dried himself, left the bathroom and sat in front of the computer, the only place where he could show his talent. He used familiar code to write down his thoughts at the moment and his determination for the future.

Then he put on the space box and created his own world of consciousness.

He returned to the bar and watched the bartender put a glass of sake on two chopsticks. Before the bartender made the next move, he had slapped his hands on the table, the chopsticks vibrated, and the sake cup accurately fell into the beer cup below and exploded, like a deep-sea bomb. The customers sitting in front of the bar cheered one after another. Bian Ziyuan just smiled and moved the glass of wine to Mei Ziqing. The calm waves on his face could not hide the ecstasy when he saw the beautiful woman's eyes.

The gangster still came to talk to Mei Ziqing and looked on coldly. Until he showed his fox tail, he grabbed his collar and threw him out of the bar window. He rushed in with his accomplice like a ferocious spirit. The edge was far away. He just pressed it gently behind his neck. His inferiority complex, which was soft and infinitely degraded, was completely no longer. His body became very hard. Every muscle and every inch of bone were like steel, emitting the luster and taste of gold.

Those poor people were as vulnerable as glass in front of him. When he easily crushed their bones, everyone was convinced by his hardness and strength. No one cared whether his appearance was ugly or not. People's eyes began to be intoxicated and shouted madly:

"Iron man! Future Warrior!"

Bian Ziyuan liked to hear such a voice, even exceeding his expectation of Mei Ziqing's admiration. He was pushed to the center of the stage and thrown into the air by the cheering crowd in the confused light, just like a triumphant hero.

However, he immediately met the two cold eyes from the corner, his body immediately recovered its softness, his blood returned to cold, and his humble feeling hit again.

But he must remain hypocritical and strong in the crazy crowd. He remembered that he had just touched his neck and became strong. What was behind his neck?

He reached over and felt a slight bump there, like a switch. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't trigger it again and turn him into a man of steel.

The crowd felt his hardness and no longer scattered. He was thrown into the air and fell to the ground. He felt a deep pain and lamented the fragility of the human body. An idea that came out of nowhere began to grow in his mind, spread like weeds, and finally occupied his consciousness and became an irresistible belief——

Consciousness can choose different bodies. Metal and machine life is the future of mankind!

With the birth of faith, physical pain and the return of consciousness, he woke up from shock and found himself still sitting in the dark corner of the bar, and the glass of liquor on the table had been drunk by him. Mei Ziqing is sitting opposite and looking at him with a smile. Behind her is the more corner of the bar, where there is still a dead spirit. Two Sen cold eyes shoot from under the cloak, making people like falling into an ice cave.

He stood up and felt his trousers sticky, but he was not uncomfortable. He is no longer self abased and no longer lost in the dark road. His strong faith makes him find his glory and hope for the future.

He walked out of the bar with Mei Ziqing like a gentleman, took her to a taxi and watched her disappear in the midnight drizzle.

A month later, Bian Ziyuan asked for annual leave to travel to Japan. He enjoyed a happy time he had never experienced in Tokyo and completely cured his soft inferiority complex. Then, he walked into a humble but mysterious underground laboratory, where the flexible Octopus like robot arm implanted a chip in his afterforce.