Chapter 122: Experience

The screen began to show the past of Li Huai's clone experience. (The next eight chapters are all illusion content, the content is chaotic and unclear, obscure and difficult to understand... you can skip it if you are not used to it...)
The monk put on an iron helmet and plugged in the cable.
"Beep…!"
The screen suddenly appeared.
A narration begins:
Twenty years ago, Li Huai turned 23 when he was drunk as a nobleman in New Orleans.
Now, in the same city, he has suffered the terrible trauma of hurricanes and human greed, but to some extent survived, all celebrations are unscathed.
Twenty-four years later, Li Huai was drinking in the same bar on the same street.
The jazz quintet is playing music, and the jazz quintet is led by the same trumpet player and singer, a Moses of Mississippi. Believe it or not, and there is still a night of love on the small dance floor, just Like almost a quarter of a century ago.
Li Huai dances with a beautiful girl who claims to be the daughter of Mississippi.
When she danced with Li Badi, she told him that if they wanted to do something "bad tonight", Li Badi remembered the way she smiled and said "bad", then she would have a place to play .
They walked to a small room above the bar, and from below came loud and clear Dad music.
This little fact should warn Li Huai that this is a family affair, and a man with a daughter can also have a son. However, once he reached his clothes, all his blood flowed out.
The girl saw her two brothers in horror, which plunged him into a pantomime.
He was standing in the room now, almost incredibly frustrated.
Two intruders who broke into Li Bad's happiness presented a scene. They performed about six times a night: Tell him that their lovely sister was a virgin, and no man in the bar wanted to prove whether he had met him.
They dragged his Yankee's corpse to a tree hidden behind the wall only a minute's walk away, where a noose was already hanging, waiting for the consignee.
But they assured him that they were a person of demeanor. If Li Bad had enough money, they might ignore his offense, of course, only once. Tell him that their lovely sister is a virgin, and no man in the bar wants to prove that if they drag Li Bad's corpse under a tree that is only a minute's walk from the wall, they will see that his noose is hanging and waiting to receive the goods. people.
But they assured him that they were a person of demeanor. If Li Bad had enough money, they might ignore his offense, of course, only once.
Naturally, Li Huai paid off. He emptied his wallet and pockets and almost threw his best Sunday shoes to the tall man of the two brothers, except that it was too big for him.
The brothers turned Li Hao around when Li Hao left, threw his shoes back to him, and left the door open so that he could escape. There were no hundreds of dollars but no harm.
After so many years, Li Huai came to the bar halfway, and found that the girl was still there. Despite the changes over the years, she could still be recognized.
She was not there, nor was her apparent brother. It's just that the old jazz musician closed his eyes when he was playing, recalling the bitter music that Li Huai had when he first heard Moses music in Mississippi a few years ago.
"Nothing." Li Bady replied, sliding the remaining ten-dollar bill to the man, as if he was going to pay him no more questions.
Li Huai needs to leave here to keep his memories.
But despite his alcoholism, his thoughts were still faster than his feet. Despite the protests, he returned to that terrible night in New York. He immediately found himself sitting in a patrol car on 11th Street waiting for the red beans to roll. Open his stone.
The red bean and the container he chose were out of sight, and it took a few steps down to lead to the basement of the building.
This place is empty, and its doors and windows are bricked or boarded more thoroughly than Li Bai remembered before.
He looked at his watch. It was two ten in the morning in mid-June.
Li Badi is a little crazy, he knows why. His body always knows in his mind what is wrong nearby.
Li Badi tapped the wheel impatiently and scanned the empty street for some clues to understand anything that stimulated his system.
He didn't provide any reason to change his name as an adult, and he was still in the special vocabulary he created to help him add some names. Order has been created in confusion.
Is there something under the flashing light on the other side of the street? If it exists, it does so at the limit of his eyes' ability to separate matter from shadows. In Li Huai's view, the possible thing is moving with the grace of a wild cat. No, he was wrong. Nothing else.
However, even when he was forming his thoughts, the "possible things" confirmed his initial suspicion by turning around and retreating into the shadows, whose muscles moved like light breeze and gentle water, and the shadows eliminated them. However, the departure of the matter did not alleviate the data in Li's bad interface.
This is not the cause of his skin stabbing.
No, that's still nearby. He opened the door of the patrol car, got out of the car, and walked slowly so as not to attract attention. Then he studied the street from beginning to end.
He saw a goat tied to a fire hydrant in the middle of the night on the 11th. It looks pitiful and impossible on the sidewalk. Its anatomical structure is peculiar, its sides are enlarged, its eyes are bulging, and its bones are in the shape of a skeleton. It must be an alien.
Li Huai got out of the undercover patrol car, opened the door, and started walking towards his partner, his hand instinctively on the muzzle.
When Li Huai felt that the user interface traversed him like a tide, Li Huai took three steps in the street. He stopped and glanced at the empty sidewalk. The short sidewalk was between the dark stairs that he walked with Hongdou and the girl.
Is it long?
Li Huai took two tentative steps, calling out his partner while doing so.
"Okay, red bean, pull it up. It's time to move."
"What?" Red Bean called. "...Oh, my goodness, this is great. Are you sure you don't want to participate in this, dear?"
"Grumbling..."
Blood began to flow out of the old monk's nostrils.
The little monk panicked, "Master?! What's wrong with you?! Do you want to unplug the link?"
The old monk waved his hand again and again, "No! His thoughts are still messy! It will be fine in a while! It will be fine in a while...! Give me some nutrition...!"
The little monk cut his wrist and sent it to the old monk's mouth. The old monk grabbed the little monk's lotus root and sucked greedily.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
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