Chapter 9 Plan B

Chapter 9 Plan B

"..."

The crow was silent.

"It shouldn't be like this, should it?"

Huai Shi murmured softly: "I know that not everyone should like me, and I may not fit in well and may not be very popular, but maybe sometimes some people's behavior needs some punishment, but none of them should die .

They are all living people, just like me, they should not die, just like the people in the meeting hall should not die, even though they may be guilty, but they are innocent. "

"So, I don't like what you say."

Huai Shi looked into her eyes, emphasizing every word: "—I don't like it very, very, very much."

"...Oh, oh, why are you so fierce."

The crow looked away, and seemed to be sobbing sadly: "Big sister, I am also doing it for your own good. Besides, the whole bird of my sister is yours now. Before starting to cooperate, can't you just try a little bit?"

As she spoke, she blinked her tears, "For the sake of my sister's sincerity, can you give me a chance to make up for it? Plan A won't work, we still have plan B."

It's a pity that there is nothing cute about a crow acting like this.

"... what plan B?"

"It's very simple."

The crow took one last look at him, "Since you don't want to kill others..."

She said, "Then I can only kill you."

At that moment, Huai Shi's eyes darkened.

Huai Shi had a long dream.

In the midst of drifting, he seemed to have just finished work and was about to go home. While waiting for the subway, he still seemed to despise a certain useless employee who was fired by him during the day, and then, the roar of the subway came from the depths of the tunnel .

Before he had time to put away the phone, he heard a bitter voice behind him: "Go to hell!"

The next moment, a hand was pushed on his back.

He fell, he flew, he fell again, toward the rails. The lights on the front of the subway became brighter and closer, and then Huai Shi was crushed and torn apart, and the last thing I heard was the crisp sound of his skull breaking.

Unspeakable pain came, and before he had time to scream, or even fear, his consciousness quickly blurred.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have turned into a business tycoon criss-crossing the global economy, and now he was cornered, trapped in a park, and his betrayed assistant sent him an ultimatum to surrender.

Huai Shi smiled coldly, then raised her pistol at him.

boom!

There was a light sound from the helicopter in the distance, and Huai Shi couldn't feel his body anymore. At the last moment, he heard his assistant shout blankly: "Don't shoot, he didn't..."

Headshot?

In the coma, before Huai Shi could react, it was like a series of nightmares. He suddenly turned into a middle-aged man, wearing a strange power armor, carrying a gun, and rushed into the Louvre with a group of people. The grotesque Zerg creatures fought and then died quickly.

This time the last thought turned out to be: Fuck, I want to read the file...

Load file? What file do you read? Read you Rem!

He started to laugh at himself, but immediately he couldn't laugh anymore, because he seemed to be hung on the city gate again, with nails stuck in his hands, but he didn't feel any pain, and his whole body was erratic. , as if drunk, smirking at the white-haired man in front of him.

But why is this guy staring at him? Did I do something wrong?

Soon, the moonlight flashed, and his head was beheaded.

This time it was decapitation.

Then, amid wild cheers, he seemed to be tied to a stake and burned in flames, and someone shouted excitedly: "Go to hell, heretic!"

Then he died again.

Just like that, I died over and over again, in different ways, poisoned, drowned, hanged, burned, stuffed into a meat grinder, sent to the emergency room, accidentally pushed, and all kinds of things. All kinds of people and themselves were killed for all kinds of things.

And again and again and again.

Die die die die die.

I don't know how many times I died.

By the end of his death, he was almost numb—completely unconscious.

Is this the end?

He fell into a deep sleep as if relieved.

At the last moment, he seemed to have turned his head, looked at the source of all the illusions, and finally glimpsed the essence of those deaths. Those deaths seemed to become flying black pages. Countless dancing blacks overlap like snow, they converge into a sea of ​​sadness and despair, outlining a silent world.

That might be what the Book of Destiny really looks like.

A cold world to die in solitude.

The room returned to silence, only the crackling sound of the branches of events continuously writing on the book of fate.

The illusory crow stared quietly at Huai Shi, and through the body, it seemed to have glimpsed his vigorously burning source.

Obviously it's just one person's consciousness, but when thoughts rub against each other, the sparks that shoot out are as dazzling as flames.

The crow glanced at the Book of Destiny, and couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, if it wasn't for its continuous extraction of source quality, you would have awakened years ago..."

Since she woke up in the book, she has been observing Huai Shi constantly.

That's why it can be concluded from various signs: Huai Shi may have already stepped into the door of the ascendant with one foot. Otherwise, a purely ordinary person might not be recognized as the holder of the Book of Fate at all, and she would not bet so easily.

Now, on the current title page, next to Huai Shi's name, the three words "stress period" in brackets are getting thicker and thicker, as if they are accumulating strength and trying to change.

But every time it changes, it seems to encounter invisible resistance, and it returns to its original position again.

Soon, an invisible force pulled the quill, moved it to the blank space on the page, and drew a curved arc.

With the passage of time, the arc is slowly growing and gradually evolving into a perfect circle, but the last little gap cannot be bridged no matter what.

"It's even worse?"

The crow murmured in amazement.

Generally speaking, the stress period is a process in which human nature escapes from the sea of ​​silver, becomes independent of the source, and gradually returns to consciousness.

In this process, the unique soul of the sublime will be forged.

This period of time is usually very short. Different from the structure of the soul, the shortest record in history only took five minutes and twelve seconds, and the longer period was only five or six months... Even a crow is the first time I have seen it. There are actually people who have not passed the stress period after six or seven years.

Even if he has been in the 'empty blue' state for a long time because of the extraction of the Book of Destiny these years, it is a bit too exaggerated, right?

Originally, she thought that with the impact of those death records in the book, Huai Shi would be able to break through the barrier in just a few minutes, but she didn't expect that this guy was already standing at the gate, but he couldn't help but rub it back and forth. go in!

The casting of the soul is only a little short.

just a little...

"What's wrong?"

Crow couldn't help squinting his eyes.

There was something crucial in the end that she ignored.

This feeling is really unpleasant, but no matter how she thinks about it, she can't figure out why.

The existence of the soul is the sublimation of nature and consciousness, and what is contained in it is the essence of human nature. Just because everyone is different, there are so many different souls in the world.

There can only be one reason for the build process to stall.

Huai Shi himself.

But even if she wanted to retrieve Huai Shi's records through the branch of events, she could only read the content after Huai Shi picked up the Book of Destiny when she was ten years old.

There is only a blank space ahead...

But through the description between the lines, she could clearly see that Huai Shi was trying to hide something. But what it was, she couldn't see it.

Huai Shi didn't open her mouth to say, this can only be an eternal secret.

Just as the crow was meditating, the incomplete circle changed again.

Dark ink marks emerged from it, relying on the changes in the arc, forming the outline of the 'waning moon'.

"...Is it the phase of the moon?"

At the moment of astonishment, the crow sighed softly: "It's really rare."

Although the structure of the soul has not been completed, the attributes have already emerged - in the classification of the Book of Fate, the attributes corresponding to the phases of the moon are the source of human beings, that is, the soul itself.

Most of the abilities possessed by souls under the classification of moon phases also interfere with souls, such as mind manipulation, consciousness transformation, and spiritual restoration. For most ascendants, this branch is a symbol of weirdness and mystery .

"Unfortunately, the layout is too small."

The crow shook his head in disgust, "It's too small..."

Relying on weirdness and fear may be able to achieve success for a while, but the center of the real stage in this world will never be reserved for those who can only hide in the dark.

After an unknown amount of time, Huai Shi's breathing became heavy, her eyelids blinked, as if she was about to wake up from a dream.

She sighed, and the branches of things slowly lifted up, and lightly touched the center of the moon.

Leave a little ink.

And the color of the crow became paler and paler.

"This is your chance, Huai Shi." She murmured softly, "It's up to you whether you can build a bridge from fiction to reality."

"done."

The confidant rushed into the office excitedly, holding a mobile hard drive in his hand: "Master, since that box was snatched by that bastard Chen Quan, all the surveillance videos along the way are here."

"Are your hands and feet clean?"

The man called Master seemed to have not slept for a long time, his eyes were red, and when he raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looked extremely ferocious.

The confidant shivered subconsciously, and squeezed out a smile:

"Don't worry, I found someone else to do it, and I didn't leave our names. Even if someone tracks it down, they will at most find him."

"very good."

The master took the hard drive and didn't mention anything, wandered back and forth in the office for a long time, finally made up his mind and stomped his feet.

"Go and inform those old men and old women to hold mass on weekend nights and ask them all to come. Whoever doesn't come, don't come in the future."

The confidant was stunned for a moment, "Didn't it be held the day before yesterday? They are used to coming at the end of the month..."

"Then can't you just find any excuse!" The master was furious, staring at his face: "Do you want me to think of excuses for you? Can the heavenly father celebrate his birthday?!"

"All right, all right, you have the right to say."

The confidants dare not touch the mold again, and run away with their heads in their arms.

In the silent office, the middle-aged man who looked prematurely aged was silent for a long time, closed the door, lingered for a long time before plugging in the hard drive, and began to look at the fragmentary data in it.

The man from the warehouse suddenly drew a gun to kill, took the holy object, was injured in the counterattack, exploded, fled all the way... and finally got into the alley.

In the rapid advancement of the time axis, the boy carrying the piano box walked into the box, and soon walked out of it, and the picture was frozen again.

It stopped on that slightly immature face.

"It's you……"

The master leaned closer to the screen, his scarlet eyes fixed on the boy in the picture.

【It's too scary! Everyone who knows is crying! 】