...

He Mu lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

After eighteen years of paralysis, he developed the habit of meditation.

For example, all the things that happened last night have been deduced in his mind several times at this moment.

He even wondered what should he do without those tactical weapons? How can he save Xiao Zhou and save his life?

The reason for this is that he can instantly come up with a solution to the situation when encountering similar emergencies next time.

There are thousands of dangers that people encounter in this life, but in fact many of them are repeated scenes.

If you learn to learn from your mistakes, the possibility of living a life of peace will greatly increase.

And a person like He Mu who has been insecure all year round will reflect on even if he has not learned that mistake.

It was precisely because of his lack of security that when he waited at one or two o'clock in the afternoon, he felt that his spirit had recovered almost, so he got up.

He still wants to go to the Red Mist Alliance.

Since Captain Luo asked him to hide for two days, then he would hide.

But hiding at home is impossible. How can you spend money when hiding at home?

If money cannot be converted into strength, it will not make much sense to He Mu.

As for safety, he was even less worried.

Although it is safe in military-owned communities, the Red Mist Alliance is safer.

After all, there are Red Mist Warriors all around. If something really happens, an instant mission will be arranged clearly in minutes.

...

After leaving the house and leaving the military community, He Mu got on the bus.

In fact, every time he leaves the community, he can meet a few people.

But no one knows him, and he doesn't know anyone either.

Some people lived with him in military-owned communities for more than ten years, but they had never met each other a few times.

In the entire military community, only Grandma Wang from his neighbor's house was really familiar with.

That is the one mentioned in my brother's suicide note.

When my father went to the front line, my brother and myself were actually children. Grandma Wang usually did the meals and clothes work.

Later, the father died, and Grandma Wang claimed that "I will take care of these two children", so the two brothers were not sent to the military orphanage.

Now Grandma Wang seems to be working in an orphanage and only comes back once a month.

Since I recovered, I have never seen her.

He Mu once thought of going to the orphanage to meet Grandma Wang, but he was very conflicted inside.

From childhood to adulthood, Grandma Wang treated her brother like him as her grandson.

Now that something happened to his brother, how should he explain and how to deal with it?

"well……"

He Mu sighed lightly and looked outside the bus.

...

After an hour's drive, He Mu arrived at the Red Mist Alliance.

Today, the traffic of people in the Red Mist Alliance is extremely large, especially in front of the combat power wall, where there are piles of people gathered, just like the scene of vendors gathering in promotions.

Out of curiosity, He Mu leaned over and took a look, and immediately understood what was going on.

It turns out that these are the admissions points for universities.

Now it is time for high school graduates to fill out their application forms. Except for a few prestigious schools that do not lack outstanding students, other universities are trying to compete for their students.

And the dispute is extremely fierce.

Even if the universities in the past were not famous schools, they had their own strengths and majors, which could attract students in need.

But universities in this world are different.

Whether a university is good or not, 80% look at the Red Mist Warriors series, and the remaining 20% ​​look at the Red Mist Technology and Monster Research Department.

Compared with these three majors, it seems insignificant. No matter how arrogant you are, no one will pay attention to you.

So it is not feasible to develop some specialties that attract attention.

When all universities are competing for the young Red Mist Warrior, the popularity of the young Red Mist Warrior can be imagined.

He Mu just listened casually and heard a lot of conversations that seemed to be bargaining or even malicious bidding.

...

"Ahem, Ms. Wang, as long as your son is willing to come to our school, the tuition fee can actually be reduced."

"Ms. Wang, your son comes to our school and the tuition fee is waived!"

"We are exempted too! Not only are there any exemption! There is also a monthly food and accommodation subsidy!"

"Do you want to fight?"

"Just fight! Whoever is afraid of whom!"

...

"Mr. Li, our school has the most advanced Red Mist Warrior Training System in China, which is exactly the same as the one in Kyoto University, and is worth tens of billions!

Your son comes to our school and his future will surely be bright!"

"Uh, my son's grades in the cultural subject are a little worse. Can it work?"

"Don't worry, your son's combat effectiveness is 20 years old. Our school can appropriately reduce the requirements for cultural subject scores. However, in order to prevent some gossip, you may have to pay more tuition."

“Tutorial fees are not a problem!”

...

"Ms. Zhou, your daughter..."

...

Hearing this, He Mu shook his head with a smile and walked towards the Red Mist Alliance.

This scene should last for a long time.

And during this period, the Red Mist Alliance is undoubtedly extremely safe.

Because those who were fighting like street vendors were almost all university teachers returning home on holidays, and these people had hundreds of combat power.

With them here, the security around the Red Mist Alliance is probably far beyond the so-called "Guardian District House" and "Military District House".

...

And just as He Mu entered the Red Mist Alliance.

In the corner at the end of the battle wall.

A man with long hair covering his face and leaning against the wall, he couldn't tell that his age was snoring loudly.

The simple sign at his door had been blown down by the wind at some point, but he knew nothing.

...

At this time, a middle-aged woman brought a teenager to come over. Their faces looked a little ugly, and it was obvious that they had encountered many nails before.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to this corner.

"Hi! Young man, wake up! Are you also an admissions teacher?"

The middle-aged woman gently touched the man with long hair and shouted softly.

"Ah...ah?...tell!"

The man responded in a daze, and his saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth as he spoke. In addition, there was a strong smell of alcohol mixed with it.

The boy next to the middle-aged woman frowned when she smelled the smell of alcohol, and looked at her mother and wanted to speak but stopped.

At this time, the man was energetic, wiped his mouth, rubbed his blood-covered eyes, and helped up the sign in front of him.

"Sister, you have found the right place to come to me. Our school has two major ace majors, which are very famous all over the country. If your son comes to our school...tsk tsk tsk..."

Although the man looks a little sloppy, he is quite dedicated to speaking.

"What major?" the middle-aged woman asked curiously, dissatisfied.

The man snorted lightly, with a very proud expression.

“The first thing is this chef is professional!

The chef I am talking about is a chef who can process monster flesh and blood.

Don’t you see that this Red Mist Alliance also has monsters and flesh, but eating this kind of thing can’t supplement anything at all.
To be continued...