The mechanical prison guards in prison No. 18 carried away the bodies of three dead soldiers.
There was some silence in the prison, and everyone was silent.
Qingchen sat next to the dining table and was thinking about something, his face was a little pale.
This was the first time he felt fear, and the anxiety in his heart slowly turned into physical discomfort, and he could not digest the breakfast he had just eaten.
The teacher in the school taught him what is a function and what is a subject-predicate object.
His parents at home taught him how to use chopsticks, how to wash clothes, and how to take care of himself.
But no one taught him what death is.
Only if you have seen this kind of thing with your own eyes can you know how shocking it is to "unnatural" dissipate before you.
Li Shutong looked at Qingchen and asked, "The first time I witnessed death?"
"Yes," Qingchen responded with pursed his lips.
"Are you scared?" asked Li Shutong.
"A little bit," Qingchen nodded.
"Do you know, everyone has two lives," Li Shutong smiled and said, "The second life begins when you realize that life only has one."
From that moment on, you will begin to tell yourself the importance of time and clearly realize how much time you have wasted.
For some reason, Qingchen suddenly calmed down because of this sentence.
Li Shutong looked at him and asked, "These three dead men are probably coming for me, so you can help me find them out, it is because I owe you a favor. Can you change something from me, what do you want to change?"
Since playing chess, Li Shutong asked him several times what he wanted to change.
Qingchen said: "I want a list of members of the Li family consortium."
"Strange," said Li Shutong: "Why don't you change the way I become an extraordinary person?"
Qingchen continued, "You will give it to me when the time is right, and you won't need to change it."
Li Shutong's smile became stronger and stronger: "You are smarter, more patient, and know how to endure than I thought. But you are right. Some things are not for exchange, and you will get them naturally when the time comes. Although you have never seen blood, I feel a little disappointed, but I thought about it carefully. If you ignore life, I will find it boring."
After saying that, he asked Lin Xiaoxiao to take a list of members of the Li family: "I'm very curious, what are you doing for this thing?"
"I shouldn't have to explain the purpose, right?" Qing Chen asked.
"Forget it, I won't ask," Li Shutong waved his hand with a lot of laughter and crying: "This is a favor to repay you. You can do whatever you want."
...
At night, Qingchen was waiting in the cell for the countdown to return.
He originally thought that Lin Xiaoxiao would come to do a nightmare test today, but he didn't wait.
Perhaps the other party felt that he was no longer restricted by nightmare, so the test was useless.
Or maybe it was, Li Shutong felt that there was no need to test it anymore.
In a faint sense, Qingchen felt that he was getting closer and closer to the extraordinary.
The countdown has not yet returned to zero, but he lay directly on the cold bed and closed his eyes and fell asleep. Unlike the previous few times when he was nervously waiting for his return, Qingchen became more and more calm after witnessing death.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the hut on his own road. The chirping of birds came from outside the window, and it was dawn.
He glanced at the white lines on his arm, and the countdown was 40:20:21.
It seems that it's another two days.
"The process of traveling through time is silent, and even the sleeping person cannot wake up," Qingchen thought to himself.
Strangely, he was already looking forward to traveling through time again at this moment.
He put on his school uniform and was about to go out, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiang Xue leading Li Tongyun.
"Good morning Aunt Jiang Xue, this time travel... isn't it okay?" Qing Chen asked.
"It's okay," Jiang Xue smiled and said, "I'm going to send Xiaoyun to school. After school in the evening, I'll buy some fish and ribs at home to celebrate."
"What are you celebrating?" Qingchen wondered.
"Let's talk about it tonight, you'll know then," Jiang Xue left with a smile, leaving only Qingchen thinking.
On the way, Qingchen turned on his phone and stared at the hot search. A hot search attracted his attention: Foreign news reports, someone trafficked information on the dark web saying that killing time travelers would not inherit the opportunity to travel.
Qingchen was stunned when he saw this news, because behind these few short words, a vivid life has disappeared.
Or many lives.
Reality is often more bloody than what is expressed in words.
When he arrived at school, he found that a large number of people gathered in the next class.
Qingchen grabbed Yu Junyi, the study committee member of his class who was joining the fun outside, and asked, "What's going on? What are you looking at?"
Yu Junyi explained: "Didn't you say that a time traveler appeared in the next class? He was named Liu Dezhu. He just came to school and everyone was asking him about time travel."
As soon as this guy got in, he was taken away by the mechanical prison guard. In the past two days, Qingchen never saw him again.
According to Qingchen's estimate, the other party should have taken leave of school like Huang Jixian, but he didn't expect that the other party was sitting in the classroom like nothing happened.
At this time, Liu Dezhu was surrounded by classmates, and someone asked loudly: "Where did you appear after you traveled through time?"
"Why don't you have mechanical limbs? I see that many time travelers have it."
Liu Dezhu seemed to be anxious when asked: "I did travel through time!"
"Then why don't you have mechanical limbs?"
Liu Dezhu stammered his neck: "Are there many people who don't have mechanical limbs? And having mechanical limbs is a good thing? Let me tell you, I traveled to prison No. 18 and met Shutong Li!"