Chapter 1232 There Is a Lot of Grass Below!

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "It's not this kind of sadness, but a kind of hopeless sadness, the pain of dying, and the nostalgia for the loved ones who have passed away. This feeling is getting clearer...I can feel that they really very hopeless."

The more Zhu Lin listened, the more mysterious she became, she scratched her head and said, "This...Master, I really don't understand. Then...then how can we help them? Let them out? But these little guys belong to the fantasy hall, we have no right Take them away. Besides, it’s freezing and snowy outside, and if you go out, that’s the real death.”

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "I don't know either, they are panicking."

As soon as the voice fell, someone raised the phone, clicked, and a burst of flashes lit up, and then the man laughed and said: "Take a picture and see the effect. It's not very good-looking. Come again, take a few pictures and send them to Moments, haha... "

"Don't shoot! Don't use the flash!" At this time, the waitress at the door shouted.

But the man continued to shoot as if he didn't hear it.

The waitress continued to shout: "Please cooperate and don't turn on the flash."

"It's so dark here, I can't take pictures without a flash." A woman complained, and then she snapped two pictures.

As soon as she took the lead, the others followed suit and turned on the flashlights one after another. For a while, the flashlights flickered randomly...

Zhu Lin frowned and said, "Aren't these people too unruly?"

Fangzheng's frown deepened. Just as everyone turned on the flashlight to take pictures, Fangzheng clearly felt that the panic of the fireflies had intensified. Could it be that they were afraid of the flashlight?

However, the number of fireflies in front of me is increasing, and there are no adverse reactions. What is going on?

At this moment, the squirrel said: "Master, I saw many fireflies fell into the grass."

When Fangzheng heard this, he quickly concentrated and observed carefully. In the dark room, he couldn't see too many things clearly, only fluorescent light and flashing light. The fluorescent light was dim, and the flashing flash was not suitable for lighting and observation.

But Fangzheng still saw it, saw a firefly falling from the sky, landed on the blade of grass, shook its wings, and there was no movement, it seemed that it could not fly.

Are you tired?

Fangzheng was puzzled...

At this time, Fangzheng saw a small hole at the back of the house, and fireflies were constantly being put into the small hole. Then Fangzheng suddenly realized, and muttered: "No wonder there are more and more fireflies. It's not that the original fireflies flew up, but More fireflies were put in. The number that was put in was more than the number that fell, so it seems that the number is increasing, and it still looks good.”

The squirrel said: "Master, why do I feel that these fireflies are getting more and more panicked?"

Fangzheng nodded, bypassed the crowd, came to the door, and asked the anxious and helpless waiter, "Why don't you let the flash light go?"

The waiter said: "This is the rule. These fireflies are very fragile. They can be easily killed by flashing lights or something."

"Kill them?" Fangzheng finally understood why those fireflies panicked. They didn't come to perform, they came to the execution ground! No wonder they are afraid, who is changed, who is not afraid?

The waiter said: "Yes, we release tens of thousands of fireflies every day, and only a few hundred can survive in a day, hey..."

Hearing this, Fangzheng's heart ached again, and he said with a bit of anger: "So many die every day, why continue?"

The waiter was taken aback by Fang Zheng's words, and then said: "I don't know, I'm just a part-time worker, so I can do whatever the higher-ups arrange."

Hearing this, Fangzheng knew that he had lost his temper, and said, "Sorry, I got a little excited."

Zhu Lin was speechless: "My darling, there are tens of thousands of them a day, and only a few hundred of them die. This... is basically a ninety-nine percent mortality rate! This... is simply the hell of fireflies." ah!"

The squirrel followed and said, "It seems that I was right, this is not a fantasy space, this is the morgue of fireflies."

"Everyone, please don't turn on the flash anymore. The flash will kill the fireflies." Zhu Lin came back to her senses and shouted.

When everyone heard this, they turned to look at Zhu Lin with puzzled expressions.

The man who first turned on the flash to take pictures said, "How is it possible? This is light, not a bullet."

The waiter said: "Sir, it's true. These flashes are like bullets to fireflies."

Another long-haired woman curled her lips and said, "You merchants are afraid that we will take pictures and show them to others when we go back. After seeing them, there will be fewer customers? Let me tell you, you are too good at doing business. Let us take pictures. The photos are beautiful, if you post them on Moments, more people will come.”

"That's right, you guys are too good at doing business." The others echoed.

The waiter was anxious: "What I said is true, fireflies are really afraid of flashlights."

"Are you afraid? Then I'll try and see if any fireflies have been killed!" the long-haired woman shouted.

"Okay, let's watch." Others said.

Just as the long-haired woman was about to make a move, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the woman's arm, saying: "Benefactor, using life as an experiment, isn't it too cruel?"

"You..." The long-haired woman was about to lose her temper when she turned her head and saw a bald monk in a white monk's robe looking at her seriously.

She was stunned for a moment, this is Heishan City, where Fangzheng is definitely a household name. Many people may not recognize senior officials, but Fang Zheng basically knows them all.

So the woman exclaimed: "Abbot Fangzheng?!"

When she shouted, the others came back to their senses and looked at Fangzheng.

Now, Fangzheng also knows that it is meaningless to hide his identity any more. He needs his own identity to help him improve his persuasiveness.

Seeing everyone exclaimed, Fangzheng put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, benefactors, what Zhu Lin said just now is true. If you don't believe it, why use fireflies for experiments? You all have mobile phones, go out and check online. Now, isn't there an answer?"

"Abbot Fangzheng, you don't need to investigate. I don't believe what others say, but I believe what you say." The woman immediately made a 180-degree turn and was the first to stand on Fangzheng's side.

"I believe it too, just stop taking pictures." The man who took the picture first also put away his phone.

"I didn't expect that a small flash could kill fireflies..." someone muttered, but then put away the phone.

At this time, a child shouted: "Dad, I saw a firefly fell down and didn't move."

Hearing this, the man squatted down and looked at the direction the child was pointing at. Seeing this, the man's heart trembled. He said tremblingly, "Look, everyone!"

Everyone squatted down to look at it one after another. After seeing it, everyone gasped!

The long-haired woman even exclaimed: "There are still under this grass! There are so many!"