In fact, he could also tell that the man killed by the old Bako must have an unusual background. He probably had a backer and was the kind of person who would be difficult to deal with after being killed.

But Lin Mo felt that this matter had nothing to do with him.

He achieved his goal.

After dealing with the frog, we just need to return the same way and follow our brother to leave by boat.

Lin Mo didn't want to get involved in other messes, nor was he in the mood to get involved.

Even Lin Mo didn't ask.

At this time, the mouse and the music box female monster repeatedly hinted to Lin Mo to leave quickly, probably because they didn't want to get involved in any trouble.

When Lin Mo saw this, he decided to say goodbye.

So I said goodbye to the old guy.

"Brother, brother, didn't you say that we are friends? You can't leave now. If you leave, I will be dead." The old Korean man seemed to wake up from a dream at this time, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Lin Mo.

Judging from his expression, this guy is really anxious.

"Originally, I should help you with this matter, but I have something urgent to do." Lin Mo was about to find an excuse, but the old man suddenly knelt down.

"If you don't help me, I'm dead. If I'm going to die, I might as well fight you now, so that we can perish together and die together."

Obviously, the old Korean was not only anxious, but also a little crazy.

Lin Mo said he was stupid? You are dead, it's not my fault, why are you forcing me?

"I don't care. You are so powerful. You are the only one who can help me now. If you don't help me, I will definitely be kicked out of the Round Table. Then there will be big problems. You don't understand, you don't understand... Anyway, you must help me. You have no choice."

Lin Mo smiled.

He was ready to beat this guy up again.

Perhaps only under fists can the old Korean regain his normal sanity and understand that there is nothing in this world and he has no choice.

Anyway, I can now choose to beat him hard or beat him to death.

But what surprised Lin Mo was that Lao Liu also came to plead for mercy.

Lao Liu said that this matter could really help Lao Bangzi.

He told Lin Mo that the most important existence in the sewer is the 'Round Table Meeting', an organization that can decide major and minor matters in the sewer.

There are not many members in the round table, twelve in total.

He and Lao Bangzi are two of the twelve.

"The one killed by the old stick is another member of the Round Table, the son of the old gun. The old gun is not easy to deal with. He is very powerful. Moreover, the wife of the old gun is also a member of the Round Table. Their son was killed by the old stick. They will definitely not let it go. They will definitely find a way to kill the old stick. By then, the Round Table will definitely be in chaos."

What Lao Liu said was a bit confusing.

The main reason is that Lin Mo doesn’t quite understand what this round table meeting is for.

Next, Lao Liu and Lao Bangzi gave a detailed introduction.

Lin Mo understood now.

According to Lao Liu and Lao Bangzi, the Round Table has been maintaining the balance among all parties in the sewer, so now everyone can live in peace and the sewer looks so quiet.

But if there is no control from the Round Table, the various strange things and monsters in the sewers will surely wait for an opportunity to move, and the sewers will definitely be in chaos, which will also affect the outside world.

"We both know that you came from outside. You don't want the chaos in the sewer to affect the outside world, right?"

The old man looked sincere at this moment.

He begged Lin Mo for help, hoping that the other party would lend a hand.

Lin Mo finally understood the interests involved.

But there is one thing Lin Mo still doesn't quite understand.

The old Koreans, including the old Liu, attach too much importance to the Round Table Meeting, or it can be said that they have not made some things clear and are deliberately concealing them.

Lin Mo is a master of negotiation.

Along the way, he had played tricks on countless weirdos and schemes on countless monsters.

So he can stay stable.

Otherwise, even if there is chaos here, I won’t meddle in this matter.

Finally, he had no other choice but to slap his thigh and tell the truth.

"Only at the round table can we ensure that we don't lose control and our memories don't get lost."

The old Korean said that they all knew that they were not normal people, not living people, nor ghosts, but consciousness born from garbage dumps and sewers.

"Members of the Round Table can keep this memory forever, which means they can keep their memory and sanity and live forever. If they are kicked out of the Round Table, these memories will disappear, which means death. In fact, even if this happens, we will not really disappear, but become the walking dead. I think this is death, and it is even more terrifying than death."

As he said this, the old man was shaking.

You can see that he is very scared about this.

Lin Mo understood.

That is to say, in the sewers, only the members of the Round Table will not lose control and memory.

He looked down at the mouse and the music box monster and asked, "Where are they?"

Lao Liu said, "Ask them if they still remember what happened in the past."

Lin Mo asked this question, and both the mouse and the music box monster said they remembered.

But when asked specifically what they remembered, they were both stunned.

"I remember. I was looking for my brooch."

"I'm looking for my child."

The mouse and the music box monster said one after another.

Obviously, the two of them only remember this incident. The rest are just memories from the recent period, and the memories from the distant past are completely blank.

I just can't remember the mouse and the music box monster.

Fear crept into their hearts.

It's like a cancer that can't be shaken off.

Lao Liu came over and told Lin Mo that the two of them had actually found what they were looking for a long time ago, but they just had no memory of it.

"The mouse's brooch doesn't exist at all. This should be because it had an obsession when it was born. It exists just to find the brooch, and it only remembers these things. But it can never find something that doesn't exist. As for the female monster, it seems to have found its child, but it had already been sewn to its own body. It forgot all about these things, and continued to search, never ending. This is too sad. Old Bangzi and I definitely don't want to become such an existence."

Lao Liu's words were like a bolt from the blue to the mouse and the music box monster.

"Don't feel bad, both of you. In fact, after a while, you will lose control again. When everything restarts, you won't remember anything now. Actually, think about it, it's okay. Since you have to forget, just forget more, throw away the good and the bad, there is no pressure. And we are willing to do anything to preserve our memories, and we can do it. We remember too much, and the more we don't want to throw it away, the longer it takes, and we feel that we are becoming more and more cowardly."

Come to think of it, the mouse and the music box monster are indeed very pitiful.

Memories are constantly reset, lives are constantly reset, it’s scary just thinking about it.

The mouse was now slumped on the ground, while the female music box monster was stunned at first, and then began to tear off parts of her body like crazy.

It was pieced together and sewn together from various toys, and then it found the remains of a dismembered doll among the broken parts of its body.

At that moment, I was wailing and crying while holding those things.

Like crazy.

"So, we cannot lose the identity of the Round Table. That would mean death, something more terrifying than death."

The old man looked pleading at this moment.

Regarding today's matter, he knew that he could only ask Lin Mo for help.

Otherwise, he alone, even with Lao Liu, would never be able to defeat Lao Gun and his wife.

The result was either being killed or being kicked out of the Round Table.

According to his thinking, he would rather die than be kicked out of the Round Table.

Because at least before he died, he would still know who he was.

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