ctions everywhere.he glanced down at his arm, but froze.the countdown to the handover is 160, 20, 20.minus the time he sleeps, the countdown is seven days!this is unexpected. Qingchen is even used to...to worship the Bodhisattva at a time of crisis and change seems to be a bit sick and hasty to seek medical advice.

however, Qingchen feels that the supernatural phenomenon on the arm should be left to the supernatural being.

for Qingchen, it doesn't hurt to pay homage to him.

he likes to do the preparatory work first and doesn't give himself a chance to regret.

the time is 9: 30 p.m.

Qingchen sat on the bed and glanced down at his mobile phone. There was only this faint light in the bedroom, and there were only a few words from his deskmate Nan Gengchen on Wechat, and no one else sent him a message.

Mother Zhang Wanfang's Wechat portrait is quiet, which makes Qingchen a little lost.

of course, it's just a little.

he doesn't know what he's expecting either.

he doesn't really blame his mother.

my father gambled and sold many properties in the family, as well as domestic violence and infidelity. Qingchen didn't think there was anything wrong with his mother's voluntary divorce at all.

on the contrary, I saw my father beat his mother's celebratory dust with his own eyes, and he was even happy for his mother's choice.

because this is correct.

on the eve of her parents' divorce, Grandma advised her mother not to divorce: if you are a woman with a teenage son as a drag flask, how can you ever start a family Who will remarry you

the celebrating dust who heard all this chose to live with his father when his parents divorced.

he remembers the astonishment of his parents at that time, but Qingchen knew it was also the right choice.

now my mother has started a new life and formed a happy new family. Qingchen may be a little lost, but she is still very careful not to disturb her.

countdown to 2:31:12.

Qingchen suddenly thought of a question: if these are the last two and a half hours of your life, what should you do

the question is both serious and romantic.

because it asks you what you want to do most in your life, but you haven't had time to do it, or dare not do it.

unexpressed love, people you meet but never see, places you want to go but don't go, words you want to say but don't say are all in the answer category.

this question is asked directly from the heart.

Qingchen got up and put on his coat. Unexpectedly, when there was not much countdown left, he chose to go out again.

he pushed his broken bike out of the house and sped off all the way to his destination.

the autumn night wind is a little cooler, and the pedestrians on the road are becoming less and less.

the face of Qingdun riding on the bike was calm, and the coat was blown back by the wind on the bridge.

he does have a lot of regrets in his life, and there are a lot of things he doesn't dare to do.

but tonight he doesn't need cowardice and fear, just courage.

for a moment Qingchen was thinking that if he was really going to die tonight, he should finish the most important thing. He didn't have time.

he first went to the Peony Hotel, then to the Los Angeles Hotel, and also to the Loyne Family Home, but there was no one he was looking for.

Qingchen rode his bike all the way through the alley, across the Qili River Bridge, and came to a resident downstairs.

when he saw the familiar used motorcycle parked downstairs, he heard the sound of playing mahjong on the second floor.

then he picked up his cell phone and dialed 110: "Hello, comrade policeman. I'd like to report to Longteng District, Room 201, Unit 2, Building 17, where people gather to gamble."

the alarm worker opposite the phone seemed stupefied for two seconds, and then he responded: "OK, let's arrange for the police to be sent out now."

until then, Qingchen was relieved, turned around and rode his bike home.

the idea came to light.

when he got home, Qingchen glanced at the white lines on his arm and counted down to 1:02:21.

he began to re-examine his preparations.

and so on, do you want to welcome that moment at home

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saw a horror movie before. The story is about the protagonist touching something dirty, and a ghost will find him at 12:00 every night.

then the protagonist hides, even into the mountains and forests, but can always be found by ghosts.

at that time, Qingchen was thinking, why doesn't the protagonist go to a place with a large number of people

although ghosts are very serious, generally speaking, people have more sense of security in places with more people.

for example, the protagonist can go to a nightclub and wait for the ghost to come to the door at 12:00 in the middle of the night. Hundreds of people in the nightclub shake their heads in the roaring music.

so when Qingchen thought of this, he began to wonder whether he should also go to places with more people.

or he can go directly to the White Horse Temple in Los Angeles. After all, there are Bodhisattvas.

there are not only Quan Yin Bodhisattva, but also Manjushri Bodhisattva and Tibetan King Bodhisattva.

also looks like sense of security.

however, Qingchen eventually chose to stay at home, and he felt that things like zombies were more likely to appear at the end of the countdown than monsters.

if there is such a thing, there is no difference between going to a crowded place and looking for death. On the other hand, the Bodhisattva doesn't seem to have the business to deal with this kind of thing.

Qingchen has already prepared supplies at home, and if zombies really attack, he can still hide from home for a while.

the countdown is 00:31:49.

in the last half hour, Qingchen turned on the lamp on the desk and quietly wrote a suicide note and left it on the table.

if he dies today, maybe one day his family and friends will see the last words he wants to say.

if he hadn't died, his life might have been different.

the countdown is 00:00:12.

Qingchen sat up after writing his suicide note, holding a bone cleaver tightly in his right hand, and his pupils suddenly narrowed in his clear eyes.

at the last minute, his mood became quieter.

is like a tsunami standing still at the moment when it is about to engulf the island, and there is no undercurrent under the sea, leaving only deep thinking and fiery courage!

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No ghosts, no zombies, no disasters.

Qingchen quietly watched the time around him stand still, and the time on his mobile phone seemed to stay above 12:00:00 forever.

the second hand of the clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped beating and the light outside the window stopped flickering.

he stood up, his frozen time seemed to be shattered by his action of getting up, and the world in his eyes fell apart like a mirror.

Qingchen looked around with his bony knife. The desk was gone, the room was gone, only darkness was left.

then he was plunged into darkness.

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time does not know how long has passed, but it seems that there is only a moment, this moment of celebrating dust suddenly lost the concept of time.

in the darkness, the fragments of the world began to piece together again, and the fragments that came from out of nowhere suddenly became a whole new world.

Qingchen lies on a narrow hard bed, which is a completely strange environment, and he has never been here before.

first he looked into the palm of his hand. There was nothing there, and the bone-picking knife he had held had long since disappeared.

he looked at his arm again and was surprised to see that the white lines on his arm had changed.

"countdown to the return at 48:00:00."

48 hours, that is, two days, Qingchen thought.

the next moment, the countdown beats one second: the countdown to 47:59:59 returns.r outside the elevator, not knowing where to go.the silver floating car has smooth lines, and the positions where the four tires are supposed to be turned into jet turbines, spurting blue flames.Ding,...