[My ideal career in life is a wanted criminal] After being locked up, it was like walking out of a heavy rain and taking off a heavy raincoat - he had obviously been using it for such a long time, Mather thought that he
You should have gotten used to it, but every time you close it, you can't help but let out a long breath of relief.
She waited quietly for a while.
The arsenal branch in the Karma Museum has been closed down a long time ago. It is said that it is because the doomsday world model has been activated. I don’t know how credible this legend is, but Mather still dare not relax. In the past few years, she has done more than
Everyone in the world has a deeper understanding of what it means to be "a centipede insect, dead but not stiff" - even the arsenal that has been severely damaged today still has enough capable people and strangers to put it into a place of no return.
No matter how she thought about it, Mather felt as if she had been tricked by Gong Daoyi - if "Gong Daoyi" was really that young man's name. Otherwise, she just entered the arsenal and grabbed something.
How come all of my information has been mastered by the arsenal?
At first, she thought that the arsenal had some clues about her biopheromone, so it could follow her like a gangrene of the tarsus; but in the previous world, she finally found out.
Later, she realized that the reason why the arsenal had caused her so much suffering was because they knew something they shouldn't have known.
...Marthe will never be too far away from a young man named "Lu Ze". Although they don't know, Lu Ze is actually no longer in "Lu Ze"'s body.
As long as you grasp this point, whether it is setting a trap or waiting for the rabbit, there are as many natural methods as you need.
But Gong Daichi had clearly done her such a big favor, so why would he stab her in the back again?
Mather let out a silent sigh and looked up at the fragmented blue sky above her head.
This was a place she had determined to be safe after repeatedly visiting it. It was right between the two doomsday world models and was wrapped in a dense forest. She occasionally came here to rest. At this moment, her head was cut into a strip by branches and green leaves.
In the small patches of sky, it was as calm as ever.
No, still not.
No matter how many times Mather closed [My Ideal Job in Life is a Wanted Criminal] or how long she waited, she never received half of the paper crane—let alone one from Lin Sanjiu.
It's not like Mather has never tried to give Lin Sanjiu paper cranes. But she doesn't know what kind of mechanism the arsenal has planted on her. Every time the paper cranes she gives to Lin Sanjiu fly away smoothly.
When he came back, there were already pursuers behind Zhihe; sometimes they were evolvers earning bounties, sometimes they were combatants from the arsenal.
All she could do was wait for Lin Sanjiu's paper crane; she guessed that perhaps only by sending back the paper crane that belonged to Lin Sanjiu could she successfully contact the other party... However, Lin Sanjiu
Haven’t been to the Karma Museum yet?
After all this time, she couldn't have gotten a visa or found a flood service provider, right?
Mather waited for another half an hour, finally stood up, and patted the grass blades on her pants. She had been disappointed so many times that she couldn't even generate a trace of frustration at the moment; she just followed each time numbly.
She walked out of the woods, trying to walk as fast as possible so that the dark whispers on her shoulders and ears could not keep up with her and be left behind.
What if something happens to Lin Sanjiu...
What if she robs the arsenal and ends up fetching water from a bamboo basket...
Mather hurriedly quickened her pace and trotted along the path she had trampled on herself as if running away. Among the many thoughts and whispers, there was one that she was most afraid of.
Lu Ze died, and now she has become a real, living person with flesh and blood, so why can't she accept Lu Ze's death and live her life well?
Even if Lu Ze is the only relative she knows in this life, she is not the only one who has lost a relative. She always needs to slowly learn to accept it——
Mather's pace quickened again, as if she was running for her life, trying to escape from the shadow of that thought; in her hurry, she paid no attention to anything except the deep and shallow ground under her feet, with dense vegetation.
So by the time she noticed it, it was already too late.
... She stood blankly in an open space in the forest, the sun falling from the forest, the air, dust, birdsong and the power of Karma, wrapping around her like circles of light.
Obviously when I came here, the power of Karma had not spread here...
Mather was stunned for a few seconds, lowered her head and bent her waist. After a while, she finally allowed herself to sob softly.
There is no point in avoiding it any longer.
From another perspective, maybe this is also a good thing, Mather comforted herself.
She no longer has to worry about the power of Karma, which means she can go to more places and do more things. As for the karma waiting for her in the future...
In the days after she just learned that Lu Ze was dead, the world that Mather saw every day seemed to be blood red. She briefly forgot who she was, and let another kind of angry, cruel darkness become
The motivation that drives her to action - because if it doesn't take over her body, she might not even be able to get out of bed.
Thinking about it now, she has done a lot of... evil things, and she can't even feel resentment towards the arsenal that clings to her. Perhaps it was because of the evil she committed first that she attracted the attention of Gong Dao.
.
Mather passed through the power of Karma in a daze and walked forward step by step. She didn't know what kind of judgment was waiting for her ahead and when it would come.
The trial may not have come yet, but another familiar, pounding voice suddenly made her raise her head.
Didn't she expect too much and have auditory hallucinations?
How is it possible? - Mather refreshed her mind and searched the sky in the forest. For a moment, she could hardly believe that she would actually see a paper crane at this moment, descending straight towards her from the blue sky.
, fell on her outstretched hand.
"Mother?" A strange voice rang, not Lin Sanjiu. "I have a paper crane here for you."
what happened?
"I can't tell you the specific content. I can only tell you that the sender is a woman." The voice continued, "Some time ago, an evolver placed a signal interception device. As a result, regardless of whether it was related or not, all of them were intercepted.
There are a lot of paper cranes. The evolved person seems to be dead. Now the signal interception device and the paper cranes are in my hands. If you want this letter, you can come to Blackstone Collection to trade with me. I will charge you.
Not expensive.”
...could it be Lin Sanjiu?
Mather's hands were trembling. When she walked out of the forest and boarded the spaceship, she was still in a daze. She didn't know how she got on the ship. Could it be that she had waited so long because of Lin Sanjiu?
Was the paper crane intercepted?
Wait, she was hit by the power of Karma first, and then almost immediately received news that might be related to Lin Sanjiu...could it be said that her karma was not an evil result, but a good result?
For most of the next day, Mather seemed to be walking in a dream.
She was so full of hope, but also so full of fear. As if rushing for her life, she rushed to the trading location of Black Stone Collection, angering many people along the way; but when she was still one or two meters away, Mather
I had to sit down and catch my breath for a while, then tremblingly I grabbed a few coins and walked to the small stall on the ground.
"Marthe?"
Lin Sanjiu's voice sounded clear and bright, just like in his memory. "I have arrived at the Karma Museum. Where are you? Where can we meet?"
...At that moment, it was as if all these years after separation were just a long and heavy dream; they had only been apart for a short while, and they still had a long way to go together.
Just find her, just find her.
Mather held the paper crane tightly and lowered her head. She couldn't even see the road clearly. She had to wipe her face after walking a few steps.
What she didn't realize was that when she was playing paper cranes, an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman suddenly turned her head and glanced at her.
After a while, she followed Mather silently.
It’s time to perform again, where you are full of nonsense before writing and become speechless when it’s time to write...