They unilaterally give certain people the responsibility of being "perfect" and then supervise them in the manner of a supervisor. In this way, as "judgments" they will never need to be blamed.

——And as actors who blame others, the more they blame others, the more they will be more glorious they will appear.

Mo Yan followed the man into this snow-white building.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant water, which he was very familiar with. In that white sand paradise, he often smelled this smell.

He looked up.

In the ward and in the corridor, there were faint crying sounds. People were wearing hospital gowns, walking like walking corpses, followed by relatives and friends who were crying.

The whole snow-white building seemed to fall into sadness.

"Mo Yan, your brother is in good condition." The man next to him said: "He is in a normal state. After being admitted to the hospital, he is in good condition. He just has the idea of ​​giving up from time to time. You don't have to come and see him so often."

"I just have nothing to do." Mo Yan flew past the patient who was lying on the bench covering his face and crying: "Also, my brother has gone to the Seventh World. If I don't come again, no one will see my brother."

"It's okay to do it? I remember you teamed up with the first player in the sixth world? They all said that you have gained his trust, and there will probably be many organizations to contact you?" The man touched his bearded chin: "Why don't you seize the opportunity and talk to the first player and let him take you in the seventh world? I think your brother Mo Wen has joined the team with others? What about you? Why don't you fight for it?"

"My younger brother can team up with them because of his powerful skills. As for me, there is no need to stick it on." Mo Yan said: "I turned off my private message and did not add my elder brother's friends. I don't want to involve my elder brother."

"You are, you can't contact others on your own initiative?" The man smiled.

"My strength is not good, there is no need to drag my brother down."

"..." The man was silent for a moment: "Mo Yan, did you read the words of the people on the forum?"

Mo Yan raised his head and said nothing.

The pale lights of the hospital passed by his eyes, and his expression was frighteningly quiet.

"Dogs are always more ruthless to those who are afraid of it than to those who are yelling at it. If you want to run away, it will be even more rampant and wish you could follow you and chase and beat you. It is happy to appreciate your rush to escape." The man said: "...This is a dog, but in a sense, animals and humans share - you don't have to treat those guys as humans. The more you escape, the more silent you remain, the more rampant they are, the more they are, the more they are, the more they are, the more they are, the more they are, the more they are, the more they are, the more they are, the more they are."

Mo Yan looked at him with a very quiet look.

"What about big brother?" he said.

"It depends on how you see him." The man said: "Do you see him as your close brother, or the number one player that is out of reach? Is it the superior who gives you hope, or... the one who drags you into the quagmire of public opinion?"

"Big brother is big brother." Mo Yan said.

The man laughed uninformedly.

"In a sense, your elder brother did nothing wrong," he said. "He responded to these sounds very effectively. Don't you think that those guys on the forum are just a group of self-talking clowns?"

Mo Yan listened and thought.

"...But those guys clearly danced very happily."
Chapter completed!