Chapter 8: Plan B

"......"
The crow is silent.
"It shouldn't be like this, right?"
Huaishi whispered softly: "I know that not everyone should like me. I may not be together and not very popular, but sometimes some people's behavior needs some punishment, but none of them should die. .
They are all living people. Like me, they should not die, just like those innocent policemen should not die. "
"So, I don't like what you say."
Huai Shi looked at her eyes, emphasizing word by word: "--I don't like it very, very very very much."
"... Oops, why are you so fierce."
Don't look too far, and seem to sobbing sadly: "Sister Sister, I am also good for you, and now my sister's entire bird is yours, is it okay to try a little before starting cooperation?"
Said, she blinked in tears, "Looking at my sister's sincere face, give me a chance to make up for it? Isn't Plan A work, we still have Plan B."
It's a pity that a crow does not look cute in this way.
"... What plan B?"
"It's very simple."
The crow finally gave him a look, "If you don't want to kill others ..."
She said, "Then you can only kill you."
At that moment, Huai Shi's eyes were black.
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Huai Shi had a long dream.
In the erratic, he seemed to have just finished work and was going home, while waiting for the subway, he seemed to despise a waste wood employee who was expelled by himself during the day, and then the roar of the subway came from the depth of the tunnel .
Too late to put away his phone, he heard a bitter voice behind him: "Go to death!"
The next moment, a pair of hands pushed on his back.
He fell, he flew up, he fell again, toward the railroad track. The lights on the front of the subway were getting brighter and closer, and then, Huai Shi was crushed and torn apart, and finally heard the crisp sound of his skull breaking.
Came from the indescribable pain, he was too late to scream, even to fear, his consciousness quickly blurred.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have become a business man in the global economy. Now he has nowhere to go. He is trapped in a park and betrayed his assistant to send him an ultimatum to let him surrender.
Huai Shi smiled coldly, then raised his pistol to him.
boom!
There was a soft sound from the helicopter in the distance, and Huai Shi could not feel his body. At the last moment, he heard the assistant's blank cry: "Don't shoot, he didn't ..."
Was headshot?
In the dizziness, Huai Shi had n’t responded, just like a series of nightmares. He suddenly became a middle-aged sullen uncle, wearing a strange power armor, carrying a gun, and rushed into the Louvre and a group of The strange Zerg creatures were fighting in one place, and then died quickly.
This time the last consciousness turned out to be: Go, I want to read the file ...
Read files? What file to read? Read you Rem!
He began to laugh at himself, but immediately he could n’t laugh, because he seemed to be hung on the gate again, with nails on his hands, but he felt no pain, and the whole person fluttered suddenly. , As if drunk, smirked at the man with white hair in front of him.
But why is this guy staring at himself? Did you do something wrong?
Soon, the moonlight flashed and was beheaded.
This time it was a decapitation.
Then, in a crowd of ardent cheers, he seemed to be tied to a stake, burned to the flame, and someone was roaring excitedly: "Go to death, heresy!"
Then he went to die again.
In this way, death over and over again, death with different patterns, poisoned death, drowning, hanged, burned, was stuffed into the meat grinder, was sent to the emergency room, was accidentally pushed, was variously All kinds of people and themselves are killed for various things.
Again and again.
Die die die die die die die.
I don't know how many times I died.
By the end of his life, he was almost numb-completely lost consciousness.
Is this the end?
He fell into a deep sleep like relief.
In the last moment, he seemed to have turned his head, looked at the place where all the illusions came, and finally glimpsed the essence of those deaths. Those deaths seemed to turn into dark pages of flying books. Countless dancing blacks overlap together, like snow, they converge into a sea of ​​sorrow and despair, and outline a silent world.
That may be the true look of the book of destiny.
A cold world that died in loneliness.
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Returns to the silence in the room, only the sound of things like branches and branches writing in the book of destiny.
Unreally the crow gazed quietly at Huai Shi, through the body, as if to peep into his vigorous burning source.
Is clearly only one person's consciousness, when the thinking rubs against each other, the sparks that burst out shine like flames.
The crow glanced at the book of destiny and couldn't help sighing: "Sure enough, if it is not continuously extracting the source material, you have been awakened years ago ..."
Until she was awakened in the book, she has been constantly observing Huai Shi.
Therefore, it can be judged by various signs: Huai Shi may have stepped into the door of the sublimator with one foot. Otherwise, sheer ordinary people might not be recognized as holders by the book of destiny, nor would she bet so easily.
Now, just above the title page, next to the name of Huai Shi, the three words "stress period" in brackets are getting thicker and thicker, and it seems to be accumulating strength and trying to change.
Every time it changes, it seems that it has encountered invisible resistance and returns to its original position again.
Soon, the invisible force pulled the quill pen and moved into the blank space on the book page, drawing a curved arc.
With the flow of time, the arc is slowly increasing, gradually evolving to a perfect circle, but the last little gap can not be bridged anyway.
"Should it be close?"
The crow murmured in amazement.
Generally speaking, the stress period is a process in which human nature is detached from the sea of ​​silver, the source is independent, and it is gradually returned to the consciousness.
In this process, the unique soul of the sublimator will be cast.
This period is usually very short, different from the structure of the soul. The shortest record in history took only 5 minutes and 12 seconds, and the longer time is only five or six months ... Even the crow is the first time to see, There are actually people who have not survived the stress period after six or seven years.
Even if they have been in the "empty blue" state for a long time because of the extraction of the book of destiny in these years, is it a bit too exaggerated?
Originally, she thought that with the shock of those death records in the book, as long as a few minutes, Huai Shi could break through the barriers logically, but she didn't expect that this guy was already standing at the gate, but rubbing back and forth was not Go in!
Soul casting is only a little bit less.
Just a little ...
"What the is going on?"
Crow couldn't help squinting.
Is there something that is of last importance that she ignored.
This feeling is really unpleasant, but no matter how she thinks, she can't understand why.
The existence of soul is the sublimation of nature and consciousness, which contains the essence of human nature. Because everyone is different, there will be so many different souls in the world.
The build process stalled, which could only be one reason.
Huai Shi himself.
Even if she wanted to retrieve the records of Huai Shi through the branches of events, she could only read the content after Huai Shi picked up the book of destiny when she was ten years old.
Then there is only a blank ...
Through the description between the lines, she could clearly see what Huai Shi was trying to hide. But what was it, she couldn't see it.
Huai Shi does not say that this can only be an eternal secret.
Amidst the crow's contemplation, the broken circle changed again.
Black ink emerged from it, and the shape of the 'remnant moon' was formed by the change of the arc.
"... Is it actually the moon phase?"
The moment when the crow was staggered, he sighed softly: "It's so rare."
Although the structure of the soul has not been completed, the attributes have emerged-in the classification of the book of destiny, the attribute corresponding to the moon phase is the source of man, that is, the soul itself.
Most of the abilities of the souls classified under the moon phases are the same interference against the soul, such as mental manipulation, consciousness transformation, and spiritual restoration. This branch is a symbol of strangeness and mystery for most sublimes .
"Unfortunately, the pattern is too small."
The crow shook his head slightly, "too small ..."
May be able to achieve a moment of darkness and a place of darkness by strangeness and fear, but the center of the real stage in this world will never be left to people who only hide in the dark.
I don't know how long it has passed since Huai Shi's breathing was heavy, his eyelids blinked, as if he would wake up from a dream.
She sighed, things like branches slowly lifted up, a little lighter at the center of the moon.
Left a little ink.
And the color of the crow is getting paler.
"The opportunity is given to you, Huai Shi." She whispered softly, "Whether or not you can build a bridge, from reality to reality, depends on your own."
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"done."
He rushed into the office excitedly, holding a mobile hard disk in his hand: "Master, after the box was snatched by Chen Quan's bastard, UU reading www.uukanshu.com all the surveillance videos along the way are here. "
"Is my hands and feet clean?"
It seems that the man called Master has not slept for a long time, his eyes are red, and when he lifts his head, his blood-filled eyes appear to be terrible.
Trembles subconsciously, squeezing a smile:
"You can rest assured that I found someone else to get it without leaving our name. Even if someone traces it, I can find him at most."
"Very good."
Master took the hard disk and didn't mention anything. He wandered back and forth in the office for a long time. Finally he made up his mind and stomped.
"You go to inform the old men and the old women to do mass on weekend nights and let them all come, whoever doesn't come, don't come in the future."
Froze for a moment, "Aren't they held it the day before yesterday? They are used to coming at the end of the month ..."
"Why don't you just make an excuse?" Master angered, glaring at his face: "Does the excuse ask me to help you? Heavenly Father's birthday is OK?"
"Anything, you can count."
Don't dare to touch the mold again, and hug the mouse.
In the quiet office, a slightly premature middle-aged man was silent for a long time, closed the door, and wandered for a long time before plugging in the hard disk and starting to watch the fragmented information.
The man from the warehouse suddenly pulled a gun to kill someone, robbed the relic, and was injured in a counterattack, exploded, and fled all the way ... and finally got into the alley.
In the rapid advancement of the timeline, the teenager carrying the piano box walked into the box, and soon came out of it, and the picture was frozen again.
Stopped on the slightly childish face.
"It's you……"
Master stepped closer to the screen, staring at the teenager in the picture scarlet eyes.