The supernatural phenomenon itself should be left to the supernatural beings to take care of.
For Qingchen, worshiping the Bodhisattva will not suffer any loss.
He likes to do preparations ahead and not leave himself with a chance to regret.
The time is 9:30 pm.
Qingchen sat on the bed and looked down at his cell phone. There was only this faint light in the bedroom, and there were only a few words from his deskmate Nan Gengchen in WeChat. No one else sent him a message.
The WeChat avatar of mother Zhang Wanfang was quiet, which made Qingchen feel a little disappointed.
Of course, it's just a little bit.
In fact, he didn't blame his mother.
My father gambled and sold many properties at home, as well as domestic violence and cheating. Qingchen didn't think anything was wrong with his mother's voluntary divorce.
On the eve of the divorce of parents, grandma advised her mother not to divorce: You, a woman, take her teenage son as a burden, how can you get married in the future? Who will remarry you?
After hearing all this, Qingchen chose to live with his father when his parents divorced.
He remembered his parents' shocked expression at that time.
Now that my mother has started a new life and formed a happy new family, Qingchen may be a little disappointed, but he is still very careful not to disturb him.
Countdown 2:31:12.
Qingchen suddenly thought of a question: If this is the last two and a half hours of his life, then what should he do?
This question is both serious and romantic.
Because it is asking you what is the thing you want to do most in your life but have not had time to do it or dare not do it.
Failed to express love.
People whom I want to see but haven't seen.
A place I want to go but haven't gone.
What you want to say but don’t say… are all within the scope of the answer.
This question is just a question.
Qingchen got up and put on his coat. He actually chose to go out again when the countdown was almost gone.
He pushed his broken bicycle out of the door, rode on it and rushed towards his destination.
The wind on the autumn night is a little cooler, and there are fewer pedestrians on the road.
Qingchen stood up and stepped on the car quickly, and the jacket was blown back by the wind at night.
He does have many regrets and many things he dare not do in his life.
But tonight he doesn't need cowardice or fear, he just needs courage.
He went to Peony Hotel first, then to Luocheng Hotel, and also to Luoyin Family Courtyard, but there was no one he wanted to find there.
Qingchen rode his bicycle all the way through the alley, through the Qilihe Bridge in the night, through the dim lights of the street lights, and came downstairs of a residential building.
When he saw the broken second-hand motorcycle downstairs, he heard the sound of mahjong playing on the second floor...
I immediately picked up my phone and dialed 110: "Hello, comrade police, I want to report to Room 201, Unit 2, Building 17, someone gathered to gamble."
The staff who answered the call opposite the phone seemed to be stunned for two seconds before reacting: "Okay, we'll arrange for the police to be dispatched now."
It was not until this time that Qingchen felt relieved, turned around and rode his bicycle home.
Awareness of thoughts.
When he got home, Qingchen glanced at the white patterns on his arm.
Countdown 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 died today, perhaps one day in the future, his family and friends would see what he wanted to say.
If he hadn't died, his life might be another world.
Countdown 00:00:12.
After writing the suicide note, Qingchen sat upright, holding the bone-clearing knife tightly in his right hand, and his pupils suddenly narrowed in his clear eyes.
The last moment, the calmer his emotions became.
It was like a tsunami that was about to swallow the isolated island, and the world was still.
There was no undercurrent under the sea, only deep thinking and fierce courage remained!
10…
9…
8…
7...
6...
5…
4…
3…
2…
1.
There are no ghosts, no zombies, no disasters.
Qingchen quietly watched the world fall into static, and the time on his phone seemed to be staying at zero forever.
The clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped jumping, and the light outside the window no longer swayed.
He moved slightly, and the time of solidification seemed to be broken by his movements, and the world in his eyes shattered like a mirror.
Qingchen held the bone-clearing knife in his hand and looked around. There was no desk and no room, and only darkness was left.
...
I don’t know how long time has passed, but it seems that there is only a moment. At this moment, Qingchen suddenly lost the concept of time.
In the darkness, the fragments of the world began to be pieced together again, and the fragments that came from nowhere instantly formed a completely new world.
Qingchen was lying on a narrow hard bed, a completely unfamiliar environment, and he had never been there.
He first looked at his palm, there was nothing there, and the bone-clearing knife he was holding had long disappeared.
He looked at his arm again and suddenly found that the white patterns on his arm had changed.
“Countdown to Return 47:59:59.”
The next moment, the countdown jumped for a second: Return countdown 47:59:58.