In the church, George was carefully wiping the statue.
It was getting dark now, and it was not Sunday, so George was the only one left in the church.
Soon, George had cleaned all the places, and was about to take a rest when he suddenly felt a chill.
George looked at the doors and windows in confusion. They were all closed tightly. So where did this gust of wind come from?
There was only doubt for a moment, and then George's face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly walked to the statue, knelt down, and prayed continuously.
George, who was praying devoutly, did not notice at all that a drop of water quietly formed on the roof of the church.
Then the water droplets fell and landed right on the cheek of the statue, making it look as if the statue was crying.
At Meng Nan's home, Xia Wenqing revealed what he had discovered.
"It takes seven days for gods to create humans, and seven days for humans to revive after death." Meng Nan thought for a moment: "If this is really a reminder, what does this 'seven days' mean? Do we have to live for seven days?"
"No, my analysis is reincarnation." Xia Wenqing shook his head: "Isn't it in the movie? The protagonists managed to survive the death design, but in the end they still couldn't escape death."
"You mean that what the protagonist and the others escaped was the first round of death design. But it doesn't mean that it's over once the first round is over, but that it will enter the second round?" Meng Nan thought: "Indeed, I remember
This statement was mentioned in a book."
"That's right, the cycle starts over and over again." Xia Wenqing nodded: "Perhaps only by surviving seven death plans can we truly escape from death."
"It's possible." Meng Nan nodded.
"Wait..." After hearing this, Chen Ruier suddenly shouted: "I figured it out."
"What have you figured out?" Meng Nan and Xia Wenqing looked at Chen Ruier at the same time.
"If this statement is correct, or not, this statement must be correct. So just now Lao Meng was clearly in a desperate situation, but he still survived." Chen Ruier said: "This is definitely not because of the mercy of the God of Death, but because
Someone broke the established death list at that moment!"
"Break the list?" Xia Wenqing frowned.
"That's right. If I guessed correctly, it should be Zhao Kuo and Zhao Weiwei." Chen Ruier said, "You still remember what the coroner said."
"If someone lives, someone must die."
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." Meng Nan nodded.
"Yes, there is another sentence in the movie." Chen Ruier said: "Only new life can defeat death. New life, a life that is not on the list!"
"Understood. Zhao Kuo or Zhao Weiwei killed someone and inherited the other person's lifespan. In other words, they were reincarnated from the dead and became a new life." Xia Wenqing also understood: "New life
The emergence of life broke the death design of the God of Death, so at least at that moment, Lao Meng Ming did not deserve to die!"
"The death design has been broken, and a new design is underway." Meng Nan frowned: "I remember that the new design in the movie is not as simple as before."
"That's right, car accidents, plane explosions, subway accidents... With the new design, the God of Death will no longer care whether anyone else is involved." Chen Ruier's tone became more and more serious: "The building may collapse, the gas may explode...
…The hope of survival is infinitely close to zero!”
As Chen Ruier's words fell, Meng Nan and the two felt chills running down their spines, and their eyes involuntarily glanced out the window...
The Westin Hotel, this hotel located in the center of the city may not be the largest hotel, nor the most luxurious, but it must be the most cozy.
The faint aroma of wine filled the air, the orange lights exuded a hint of warmth, and a small TV hung on each wine table.
These TVs are placed very cleverly, and the sound is controlled so that each table can hear the content of its own TV clearly without being interfered by other TVs.
At this moment, in a corner of the hotel, a man and a woman were sitting, and a news program was playing on the TV above.
"Congratulations on your new life." Zhao Kuo raised his glass and smiled.
"Congratulations to you too." Zhao Weiwei and Zhao Kuo clinked their glasses together, then drank it all in one gulp: "What should we do next?"
"My idea is to find out their status." Zhao Kuo thought for a moment and said, "See who is dead and who is still alive."
"What? Do you want to help them?" Zhao Weiwei asked.
"No, no, you should remember. In the movie, the God of Death will not give up easily." Zhao Kuo said: "Once the first round is over, he may start the second round at any time."
"So?" Zhao Weiwei looked at the TV. Until then, no one seemed to have noticed the death of the two homeless people.
"I'm a little worried." Zhao Kuo poured another glass of wine.
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, said softly: "So I want to wait until everyone has taken a turn to see if the God of Death will still look for me."
"This..." Zhao Weiwei was about to speak, but suddenly felt her body shake, and then heard a loud noise not far away.
When I looked back, I saw that a TV had fallen from the ceiling and hit a table. A piece of wall on the ceiling was pulled off.
Fortunately, the wine table was empty and no one was injured.
After Zhao Kuo and Zhao Weiwei looked at it, they both moved back calmly.
"Then what if I find you again?" Zhao Weiwei asked.
"This is simple." Zhao Kuo said with a smile: "The big deal..."
"Ouch!" A waiter suddenly twisted his ankle and fell to the ground. Even the table next to him was knocked over by him, and the wine bottle rolled to the floor.
"Is this store already in such a state of ruin?" Zhao Weiwei frowned.
"No, the online reviews are very good." Zhao Kuo also frowned.
"Forget it, keep talking, what happens next?" Zhao Weiwei shook her head.
"It's very simple. If the God of Death starts the second round, it proves that the substitute death is very effective." Zhao Kuo said: "Then it would be nice to kill another one at the next time. This country may be short of other things, but homeless people are.
Not a lot."
"You really have the guts to do it." Although Zhao Weiwei said so, there was no change on her face.
"Emergency news break..." At this moment, the sound of the TV suddenly became louder: "The Kairui Bridge in the East District of the city suddenly collapsed just now. Fortunately, there were no casualties."
"Kerry Bridge?" After hearing the words on the news, Zhao Weiwei couldn't help but look outside the hotel.
The place where the two homeless people lived was the Kerry Bridge, and their bodies were also buried under the Kerry Bridge at this moment.
"Even God is helping us." Zhao Weiwei said with a smile: "If the bridge collapses, no one will find it."
However, Zhao Kuo's face became extremely ugly, and could even be described as livid.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Weiwei asked doubtfully.
"If we didn't kill them, then where should they be now?" Zhao Kuo looked at Zhao Weiwei.
"Where else, of course, under the bridge..." At this point, Zhao Weiwei's expression also changed.
