Everyone, in the darkest time of their lives, would look for something to support them in the darkness.
This kind of thing did not necessarily have any special meaning. It was not like in movies and TV shows, where it had to be a family photo or a religious ritual prop.
It could be a pen, a book, a poster, or even a hair clip.
People would instinctively give these meaningless things special meanings, such as who gave the pen to them, or whether it could write the power of light.
For example, this book contained a touching story that inspired people to fight tenaciously.
Another example was the poster of a beautiful woman who had accompanied them for countless nights and still had their unique scent on it. As long as it was still there, there was some joy in life.
For example … a hair clip.
For young people, some things given to them by others often have a special meaning, and for them, they also like to do so.
These things could also become their courage to support them in difficult times, supporting them to continue to move forward.
The audience enjoyed ninety minutes that they had never enjoyed before. Although the later part was dull, the tit-for-tat confrontation at the beginning and Euler's admission of defeat made people feel very happy.
It was also at this time that some people realized that the warrior they had always thought of — Euler, who dared to challenge the upper class people in society, the host, who was regarded as a brave role model, had actually become a big devil herself.
Seeing her speechless after being refuted by Lynch, people did not feel angry, only happy. They could not wait to share their feelings with others.
Under the direction of the behind-the-scenes staff, they quickly left the scene.
Lynch put the microphone on the table and was about to leave, but at this time, Euler, who came back to her senses, called out to him and asked the director to drive the people in the studio out.
"Who are you?"
At this time, Euler was different from her at the beginning, even a few minutes ago.
She showed a trace of weakness, and her eyes were full of fear. After the deepest secret in her heart was discovered, she had an impulse to run away immediately.
However, she suppressed this impulse. She had seen Lynch's information. He was just a poor boy from an ordinary family. He couldn't possibly know the truth of what had happened back then, let alone the meaning of the hair clip and the hair clip to her.
She also didn't think that Lynch's last question was nonsense without any reason. He must know something.
That kind of past was definitely not a good memory for Euler. The fewer people who knew about it, the better. She even wanted to ask the devil for help to make Lynch shut up, if it was worth it.
Lynch glanced at her and said softly, "I noticed a small detail. When you feel uncomfortable, you will stroke the hair on the right side of your head. An idiot once told me that when a person does the same subconscious action more than a few times during a period of psychological discomfort, this action can be regarded as an important spiritual support during a person's psychological growth."
"Some habits, once formed, will accompany you for the rest of your life. Even you won't notice it, but others can."
"For a lady, when she was young or young, what would she have on her hair?"
Lin Qi asked the question earnestly and patiently. Then, he answered his own question, "Hairpin."
"You are still stroking your hair, but you don't have a hair clip. I guess if that thing hasn't been lost, you should have put it in a safe and hidden place."
"That was a psychological support for you during a special period. In fact, it also represents a kind of fear that you don't want to remember. Today, the fear has appeared, and you need it again."
"Enough!"
Euler suddenly roared and scattered the things in her hands. She glared at Lynch fiercely and turned to leave quickly.
Her body was trembling slightly. Lynch easily found the gap in her heart and inserted a pry bar, prying open the dusty lid that had been sealed for a long time.
Watching her leave with her arms crossed and trembling, Lynch curled his lips. He had no intention to explore other people's inner world, but this woman targeted him first.
Of course, he also wanted to thank the psychiatrist in the small room for teaching him a lot of things.
In fact, these things were not that complicated. It was just some careful observation, some bold conjectures, and some sharp attacks. Some things would naturally manifest themselves.
This was originally just a very ordinary interview program, but "Euler's 90 Points" finally achieved the victory of the guest for the first time since it started broadcasting. This was very surprising, so many people called the TV station the next day, requesting to broadcast another episode as soon as possible.
In the past, people's impression of this program was that the host made all kinds of celebrities and socialites unable to step down from the stage. The host personally went on stage and tore the upper class apart, making the celebrities bow their heads and the socialites cry.
Many people liked to watch it, but it was like this every time, so it inevitably made people feel that it was a bit excessive. However, it was different this time. Euler failed and was almost torn to pieces, so people became interested.
The TV station also arranged for a second broadcast urgently, and it was repeated twice.
These were just some very ordinary phenomena, so not many people would pay attention to them.
However, there were also some people who were being affected by it.
A farmer who ran a farm in the west was leisurely basking in the sun at this time. He had no idea how explosive the TV program was yesterday. He only got the news from the outside world from buying newspapers in town once a week.
He was the only one in the whole ranch. He was alone, but he was not afraid at all. He had a gun and a car, and this place was not too far from the town. If he was in trouble, he could hide in the basement.
The winter sun on his body made him feel very warm. It was a new year.
He sighed with emotion, picked up a bottle of wine and took a sip. Under the influence of alcohol, some old memories came to his mind.
He hummed a little song and thought about everything that had happened in the past. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his lips moved slightly. "Yes, that's it … that's it!"
Suddenly, the sound of a car engine in the distance broke the silence of the countryside. He opened his eyes and looked at the car, then grabbed the gun beside him.
According to the Federation's special law for the western states, if someone approached you on their own initiative in the more remote areas of the west, you could ask them to keep a distance from you. If they refused and continued to approach you, you could shoot them.
Because the west was indeed more remote and uninhabited, there were often no man's land for hundreds of kilometers. In this environment, any good person could become a bad person in an instant.
In the history of many criminals in the west, when many of them were arrested, their neighbors expressed their disbelief. They could not imagine that some gentle and considerate people would turn into demons when no one saw them.
Therefore, the Federation specially introduced the "Safe Distance Act" for the western world, and at the same time promoted the "Western Armed Forces Act" legislation. To a large extent, it reduced the probability of murder in the west, but sometimes it still happened.
The old man sat up, held the gun, and turned off the safety. If the other party refused to keep a distance after getting out of the car, he would shoot.
The hunting rifle in his hand was not an ordinary one. It was the most advanced hunting rifle produced by the largest military conglomerate in the Federation. Just one bullet was enough to knock down an elephant, let alone a person.
He found a variegated nicotine from his pocket and lit it up. The higher nicotine content made him instantly energetic. He stared at the car in the distance and showed a look that said, "I'm not to be trifled with."
The car slowly stopped outside the yard, and then two people got out of the car. Two middle-aged men. The old man's face had a smile. He put the gun back and stood up.
He knew these two people. They were arranged by his brother. On one hand, they were to protect him and send him some living expenses every once in a while. On the other hand, they were to prevent him from escaping.
It was almost time for these people to come and give him money.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face. This damn west, he couldn't even use a check. His brother didn't allow him to withdraw money from the bank, so he had a lot of money, but he couldn't use it.
But it didn't matter. Every once in a while, these people would send him a bag of cash, so he could relax.
He walked over with relaxed steps. In a few years, when his brother retired, he would be able to leave this place.
"I thought you would come in the afternoon …" the farm owner said as he approached the two people. He even patted the new car that he had never seen before. "Nice car. How much does it cost?"
The guy who came out of the driver's seat casually said, "17,000 yuan."
"It's not cheap, but it looks good. It's much better than my car. Later, tell the people over there to give me one too. I want the Hellfire paint!"
Machinery and guns were the favorite things of westerners. Even if these westerners came from other places, they would fall in love with these two things when they came to the west.
The person who spoke to him didn't say anything. Instead, he lowered his head and fiddled with something. The old man leaned over curiously. "What are you doing?"
He was suffocated. He was the only one in this godforsaken place. He couldn't talk to anyone, so he could only talk to himself.
There was no television signal, no phone line, nothing. His brother didn't even allow him to have friends. He was going crazy.
Every time these two idiots came, and every week when he went to town to buy some daily necessities, it was his favorite time. He could have a good conversation with people.
He walked closer, as if trying to figure out what the man was doing. Suddenly, the man raised his head and looked at him.
The farm owner was shocked by the murderous look in the man's eyes. He wanted to run, but it was too late.
The guy who came out of the driver's seat took a step forward. His left hand passed under the farm owner's armpit and grabbed his hair from behind. The farm owner had no choice but to look up. At the same time, a dagger was plunged into his throat.
Death was beckoning!