Because of some special events in the 1970s, there has always been a gap between me and the headquarters.
The headquarters has been on guard against me, using me as an imaginary enemy.
They succeeded.
They have a man with special laws.
Her name is Mirror, and her ability is mirror copy.
Because I refused to accept the imprint of ideological stamp, I completely broke with the headquarters.
The headquarters coveted my power of time and space and used this as an excuse to attack me.
I failed.
Died at the hands of the mirror.
This is not my fault, because the mirror has the same power as me, and my laws of time and space were perfectly copied by her.
In addition, the mirror is supported by the headquarters, and there are too many law items that I have never seen before, so my failure is natural.
But I'm still not reconciled.
If I had followed the diary's instructions, maybe I wouldn't have died.
Pity.
what a pity.
"Well"
In the study room.
Zhang Heng looked at the open Law Diary and said, "This is impossible. There are many factions in the headquarters, and many things need to be discussed."
"No matter what, I am one of the original founders. It is more difficult to attack me than to destroy Weird Radio. Without enough benefits and threats, the headquarters cannot attack me, because if it fails, it will collapse.
start."
"In addition, there is no perfect copy in this world. If there was, it would be enough to copy Red Moon. Why bother?"
"On the other hand, does copying only copy strength, or does it also copy combat experience?"
"Only strength,
Without relevant experience, how much can she use in the way of time and space?"
"And mine may not be suitable for her. Copying my ability to beat me is different from beating Zhang Sanfeng after learning Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi."
"Taking the gourd and painting the scoop is like imitating someone else's, and you will die miserably."
"Furthermore, the reason why strong people are strong is because they have their own ideas and endless spirit."
"I am getting stronger all the time. Does the ability to copy come from the past or the future?"
"If it were the me before, I'm sorry, but I would never be able to beat the me now."
"On the other hand, if what is copied is the future, then the question becomes, how does she know what I will look like in the future? Maybe I will die tomorrow. Can she borrow the power of a dead person?"
The diary fell into silence.
Questions like this will make it look stupid.
After a while.
Perhaps because I felt that my compilation was a bit unreliable, the contents of the diary were changed.
Zhang Heng looked up.
I found that the beginning is still the same, but the rest is different.
My name is Zhang Heng.
I made the mistake that every strong person makes, which is pride.
I have always regarded myself as the strongest person in the world.
Little do they know that humility is the friend of progress and pride is the enemy of victory.
So I died.
Died in the land of law.
The land of laws is not my back garden. There are many unimaginable dangers there.
I was ambushed.
They were a group of masters who took part in the darkness of the Republic of China, and each of them was very powerful.
I was locked in the toughest battle I've ever fought, each one of them was worse than me, and together they were too much for me to deal with.
I regret it very much.
I should follow the diary's instructions and strive to become stronger instead of ignoring it.
But I have no chance. The strange power is eroding my thoughts. I will stay in the land of law forever and turn into a strange spirit of law.
Pity.
what a pity.
"Um"
Zhang Heng thought for a while, but still didn't agree: "I'm wrong again. I'm not actually a proud person. At most, I am confident. Confidence and pride are two different things."
"Besides, you don't know me well enough. I'm not the kind of person who is filled with resentment and humiliation when someone kills me."
"If I was killed, I would only blame myself for not being as good as others. There is nothing to complain about. I would not make excuses, just say how things were in the past. That is not my style."
"You have another mistake. A strong person must have his own way. Just listening to others won't work. You must have your own ideas."
"You said I should listen to you and do whatever you want. How does this show my ability?"
"Also, you are really that powerful and have conquered eternity long ago. But the reality is that you can only lie on the table and cannot even control your own destiny. How can you make me believe that you can control your own destiny?"
It's up to you to control your destiny, and you look like a loser."
Look at the diary on the table.
Zhang Heng shook his head slightly: "This is unreasonable. You are just a waste. Only people who are more useless need you, and I am the one who holds the hammer of destiny."
Maybe that's being harsh.
Perhaps he realized that Zhang Heng was not easy to deceive.
The diary's confidence was thwarted and there was no response anymore.
It was like this for several days.
Zhang Heng expressed deep regret.
When the water is clear, there are no fish; when people observe it, there are no disciples.
The rule diary is really fun, and it is also good to use to relieve boredom on weekdays.
"are you OK?"
"What I said that day was a bit serious. Don't take it to heart. After all, I am doing it for your own good."
"By the way, you should have your own thoughts, right?"
"What do you think about every day? Do you have other concepts, such as making friends?"
this day.
Zhang Heng took out the diary again: "Have you ever had any friends?"
Minutes and seconds passed.
Just when Zhang Heng thought that the diary was disheartened and would ignore him, blood began to seep out of it.
have!!
This is a big word.
Zhang Heng was a little surprised and chatted with the diary: "Who is your friend? A person, an intelligent law object, an animal, or something else to express your thoughts."
people
The diary gave the answer again.
Zhang Heng nodded lightly: "Then you must have tricked him badly, right?"
As he spoke, Zhang Heng took out a pen and wrote on it: "He or she?"
The diary gave no answer.
Instead, four words are displayed: Just the opposite.
"On the contrary?"
Zhang Heng was a little speechless.
A picture comes to mind.
On the screen, a law diary has just been born with consciousness, but it has been deceived in its infancy.
certainly.
The diary may also be lying to him, trying to gain sympathy from him.
But that's not important.
The important thing is that the time can be passed like this, just like drinking with a friend and listening to his bragging.
It doesn’t matter what you blow about, what matters is the fun time.
"I have a very strict mouth."
"And he is a good listener. If you want, I can help you analyze it."
Zhang Heng thought for a while: "Although this is strange, we can indeed do this. Who stipulates that living people cannot serve as life mentors for lawful objects with wisdom?"
After a short period of tranquility.
Four more words appeared on the diary: It’s not necessary.
All right.
Zhang Heng was a little disappointed.
But he can understand the thinking of the Law Diary.
As a diary that can peek into the future and possess the ability to confuse.
Let others enlighten it and help it guide the way forward. To be honest, this is really insulting, although Zhang Heng did not mean this.
After all, Zhang Heng believes that all things are equal.
The Law Diary has thoughts and can be communicated. In his opinion, to a certain extent, he is a person with extreme and weird thoughts, such as a mentally ill patient.
From a normal perspective, it is difficult for you to understand it.
If not normal, their thinking is actually relatively simple and easier to get along with.
It's a pity that the twisted melon is not sweet.
Seeing that the diary did not want to pay attention to him, Zhang Heng could only put it back on the bookshelf.
However, he believed that one day, Diary would accept his kindness, because the rain was falling heavily, the vegetation in his old hometown was deep, and Diary had a lonely soul.
Zhang Heng, on the other hand, is a person who is surrounded by loneliness. He believes that there are many common topics between the two.
I don’t want to talk about it now.
It's because of the lack of trust, and time can build trust.
One month, one year, ten years, one hundred years.
Zhang Heng can afford to wait.
Sooner or later, the diary will want to communicate with him out of emotional needs.
"I am the Law Diary."
After Zhang Heng left.
Writing appeared in the diary placed on the bookshelf: "I have three abilities: deducing the future, making fools, and reading and correcting."
The handwriting was refreshed: "The last host was very jealous of me and asked me to trade to someone else. That person was very strange. I seemed to be trapped by him. I can't be trapped because I want to"
The handwriting at the back was blurred for a while, as if it contained words that could not be written.
After a while.
The handwriting became clear again: "I want to find a way to leave, I don't like fools"
Pause for a few seconds.
A new entry appeared in the diary: ‘How wise is a fool??’
Later there was a modification: 'I can guide people's way forward, and no one will need me.'
Revised again, with a somewhat uncertain tone: 'Is fooling a necessity?'
After a while.
There are three more words below the question mark: Cao Mu Ma