Chapter 3
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To worship Bodhisattvas at a time of crisis and misfortune seems to be a bit of a rush to seek medical treatment.
However, Qingchen thinks that the supernatural phenomenon on his arm should be managed by the supernatural existence.
For Qingchen, it's not a loss to worship himself.
He likes to do the preparatory work in the front, not to leave his regret.
It's 9:30 p.m.
Qingchen sits on the bed and looks down at his mobile phone. There is only this faint light in the bedroom. There are only a few words from Nan Gengchen, his deskmate, in wechat. No one else sends him a message.
Mother Zhang Wanfang's wechat portrait is quiet, which makes Qingchen feel a little lost.
Of course, it's just a trace.
He didn't know what he was looking forward to.
In fact, he didn't blame his mother.
His father gambled and sold off many houses in his family, as well as domestic violence and infidelity. Qingchen didn't think there was anything wrong with his mother's active divorce at all.
On the contrary, he saw his father beat his mother Qingchen, and even felt happy for his mother's choice.
Because it's right.
On the eve of her parents' divorce, grandma once advised her mother not to divorce: how can you start a family when a woman takes her teenage son as a moppet? Who will remarry you?
Hearing all this, Qingchen chose to live with her father when her parents divorced.
He remembers his parents' dismay at that time, but Qingchen knows that this is also the right choice.
Now my mother has opened a new life and formed a happy new family. Qingchen may be lost, but she is still very careful not to disturb.
Countdown 2:31:12
Qingchen suddenly thought of a question, if this is the last two and a half hours of his life, what should he do?
This question is serious and romantic.
Because it's asking you what you want to do most in your life, but haven't had time to do, or dare not do.
The unexpressed love, the people we meet but don't see, the places we want to go but don't go, the words we want to say but don't say are all in the scope of answers.
This question, ask the heart.
Qingchen gets up and puts on his coat. He chooses to go out again when there is not much left in the countdown.
He pushed his broken bike out of his house, got on it and drove all the way to his destination.
In autumn, the wind is a little bit cool at night, and the pedestrians on the road are gradually scarce.
Qingchen's face on the bicycle was calm, and his coat was blown back by the wind on the bridge.
There are many regrets in his life, and there are many things he dare not do.
But tonight he doesn't need cowardice and fear, just courage.
At one moment, Qingchen thinks that if he really wants to die tonight, he should finish the most important thing. He has no time.
He first went to the peony hotel, then to the Los Angeles Hotel, and then to the loyan family home, but there was no one he wanted to find.
Qingchen rides his bicycle all the way through the alleys, across the Qilihe bridge, and comes to a residential building.
When he saw the familiar second-hand motorcycle parked downstairs, he heard the sound of playing mahjong on the second floor
Then picked up the mobile phone and dialed 110: "Hello, police comrades, I want to report luojian District Longteng community, Room 201, unit 2, building 17, someone gathered to gamble."
The staff on the opposite side of the phone seemed to be stunned for two seconds, and then they responded: "OK, we'll arrange the police now."
Until this time, Qingchen just put down his heart, turned around and rode his bike home.
The idea is clear.
Home, Qingchen took a look at the white lines on his arm, countdown 1:02:21 seconds.
He began to reexamine his preparations.
Wait, do you want to meet that moment at home.
Qingchen has seen a horror film before. The story is about the protagonist's encounter with something dirty. As a result, a ghost will find him at midnight every day.
Then the protagonist hides in XC, even in the mountains, but he can always be found by ghosts.
At that time, Qingchen was thinking, why didn't the protagonist go to a crowded place?
Although ghosts are very powerful, generally people feel more secure in crowded places.
For example, the protagonist can stay in a nightclub. When the ghost comes to the door at midnight, hundreds of people in the nightclub shake their heads in the roaring music. It seems that the ghost is more afraid
So Qingchen began to think about whether he should go to more personal places?
Or, he can go directly to the White Horse Temple in Los Angeles... After all, there are bodhisattvas there.
There are not only Guanyin Bodhisattva, but also Manjusri Bodhisattva and dizang Bodhisattva.
It's also very safe.
However, Qingchen finally chooses to stay at home. He thinks that compared with ghosts, zombies are more likely to appear at the end of the countdown.
If there is such a thing, there is no difference between going to a crowded place and seeking death. On the other hand, it seems that Bodhisattva has no business to deal with such things.
Qingchen has already prepared materials at home. If zombies come, he can stay at home for a while.
The countdown is 00:31:49.
In the last half an hour, Qingchen turns on the desk lamp and quietly writes down a letter to leave on the desk.
If he died today, maybe one day his family and friends will see what he finally wanted to say.
If he didn't die, his life might be another world.
The countdown is 00:00:12.
After writing the letter, Qingchen sits up. He holds the bone knife tightly in his right hand. In his clear eyes, his pupils narrow.
The more he was at the last moment, the more peaceful his mood became.
It's like the moment when the tsunami is about to engulf the island, there is no undercurrent surging under the sea, only deep thinking and blazing courage!
10……
9……
8……
7……
6……
5……
4……
3……
2……
one
No ghosts, no zombies, no disasters.
Qingchen quietly looking at his surroundings, time into static, his mobile phone time seems to stay forever in 12:00 minutes and 0 seconds.
The second hand of the clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped beating, and the light outside the window no longer swayed.
He stood up, the solidification time seemed to be broken by his action, and the world in his eyes was broken like a mirror.
Qingchen holds the bone knife in his hand and looks around. The desk is gone, and the room is gone. There is only darkness left.
Then he fell into the dark.
……
Time does not know how long has passed, but it seems that there is only a moment, this moment of Qingchen suddenly lost the concept of time.
In the dark, the fragments of the world began to be pieced together again. The fragments that came from nowhere suddenly combined into a new world.
Qingchen is lying on a narrow hard bed. This is a completely strange environment. He has never been here.
He first looked at his palm, where there was nothing, and the bone picking knife he was holding had long disappeared.
He looked at his arm again and noticed that the white lines on his arm had changed.
"The countdown to return is 48:00:00."
48 hours, that is, two days, Qingchen thought.
The next moment, the countdown beat a second: back countdown 47:59:59
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To worship Bodhisattvas at a time of crisis and misfortune seems to be a bit of a rush to seek medical treatment.
However, Qingchen thinks that the supernatural phenomenon on his arm should be managed by the supernatural existence.
For Qingchen, it's not a loss to worship himself.
He likes to do the preparatory work in the front, not to leave his regret.
It's 9:30 p.m.
Qingchen sits on the bed and looks down at his mobile phone. There is only this faint light in the bedroom. There are only a few words from Nan Gengchen, his deskmate, in wechat. No one else sends him a message.
Mother Zhang Wanfang's wechat portrait is quiet, which makes Qingchen feel a little lost.
Of course, it's just a trace.
He didn't know what he was looking forward to.
In fact, he didn't blame his mother.
His father gambled and sold off many houses in his family, as well as domestic violence and infidelity. Qingchen didn't think there was anything wrong with his mother's active divorce at all.
On the contrary, he saw his father beat his mother Qingchen, and even felt happy for his mother's choice.
Because it's right.
On the eve of her parents' divorce, grandma once advised her mother not to divorce: how can you start a family when a woman takes her teenage son as a moppet? Who will remarry you?
Hearing all this, Qingchen chose to live with her father when her parents divorced.
He remembers his parents' dismay at that time, but Qingchen knows that this is also the right choice.
Now my mother has opened a new life and formed a happy new family. Qingchen may be lost, but she is still very careful not to disturb.
Countdown 2:31:12
Qingchen suddenly thought of a question, if this is the last two and a half hours of his life, what should he do?
This question is serious and romantic.
Because it's asking you what you want to do most in your life, but haven't had time to do, or dare not do.
The unexpressed love, the people we meet but don't see, the places we want to go but don't go, the words we want to say but don't say are all in the scope of answers.
This question, ask the heart.
Qingchen gets up and puts on his coat. He chooses to go out again when there is not much left in the countdown.
He pushed his broken bike out of his house, got on it and drove all the way to his destination.
In autumn, the wind is a little bit cool at night, and the pedestrians on the road are gradually scarce.
Qingchen's face on the bicycle was calm, and his coat was blown back by the wind on the bridge.
There are many regrets in his life, and there are many things he dare not do.
But tonight he doesn't need cowardice and fear, just courage.
At one moment, Qingchen thinks that if he really wants to die tonight, he should finish the most important thing. He has no time.
He first went to the peony hotel, then to the Los Angeles Hotel, and then to the loyan family home, but there was no one he wanted to find.
Qingchen rides his bicycle all the way through the alleys, across the Qilihe bridge, and comes to a residential building.
When he saw the familiar second-hand motorcycle parked downstairs, he heard the sound of playing mahjong on the second floor
Then picked up the mobile phone and dialed 110: "Hello, police comrades, I want to report luojian District Longteng community, Room 201, unit 2, building 17, someone gathered to gamble."
The staff on the opposite side of the phone seemed to be stunned for two seconds, and then they responded: "OK, we'll arrange the police now."
Until this time, Qingchen just put down his heart, turned around and rode his bike home.
The idea is clear.
Home, Qingchen took a look at the white lines on his arm, countdown 1:02:21 seconds.
He began to reexamine his preparations.
Wait, do you want to meet that moment at home.
Qingchen has seen a horror film before. The story is about the protagonist's encounter with something dirty. As a result, a ghost will find him at midnight every day.
Then the protagonist hides in XC, even in the mountains, but he can always be found by ghosts.
At that time, Qingchen was thinking, why didn't the protagonist go to a crowded place?
Although ghosts are very powerful, generally people feel more secure in crowded places.
For example, the protagonist can stay in a nightclub. When the ghost comes to the door at midnight, hundreds of people in the nightclub shake their heads in the roaring music. It seems that the ghost is more afraid
So Qingchen began to think about whether he should go to more personal places?
Or, he can go directly to the White Horse Temple in Los Angeles... After all, there are bodhisattvas there.
There are not only Guanyin Bodhisattva, but also Manjusri Bodhisattva and dizang Bodhisattva.
It's also very safe.
However, Qingchen finally chooses to stay at home. He thinks that compared with ghosts, zombies are more likely to appear at the end of the countdown.
If there is such a thing, there is no difference between going to a crowded place and seeking death. On the other hand, it seems that Bodhisattva has no business to deal with such things.
Qingchen has already prepared materials at home. If zombies come, he can stay at home for a while.
The countdown is 00:31:49.
In the last half an hour, Qingchen turns on the desk lamp and quietly writes down a letter to leave on the desk.
If he died today, maybe one day his family and friends will see what he finally wanted to say.
If he didn't die, his life might be another world.
The countdown is 00:00:12.
After writing the letter, Qingchen sits up. He holds the bone knife tightly in his right hand. In his clear eyes, his pupils narrow.
The more he was at the last moment, the more peaceful his mood became.
It's like the moment when the tsunami is about to engulf the island, there is no undercurrent surging under the sea, only deep thinking and blazing courage!
10……
9……
8……
7……
6……
5……
4……
3……
2……
one
No ghosts, no zombies, no disasters.
Qingchen quietly looking at his surroundings, time into static, his mobile phone time seems to stay forever in 12:00 minutes and 0 seconds.
The second hand of the clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped beating, and the light outside the window no longer swayed.
He stood up, the solidification time seemed to be broken by his action, and the world in his eyes was broken like a mirror.
Qingchen holds the bone knife in his hand and looks around. The desk is gone, and the room is gone. There is only darkness left.
Then he fell into the dark.
……
Time does not know how long has passed, but it seems that there is only a moment, this moment of Qingchen suddenly lost the concept of time.
In the dark, the fragments of the world began to be pieced together again. The fragments that came from nowhere suddenly combined into a new world.
Qingchen is lying on a narrow hard bed. This is a completely strange environment. He has never been here.
He first looked at his palm, where there was nothing, and the bone picking knife he was holding had long disappeared.
He looked at his arm again and noticed that the white lines on his arm had changed.
"The countdown to return is 48:00:00."
48 hours, that is, two days, Qingchen thought.
The next moment, the countdown beat a second: back countdown 47:59:59
To worship Bodhisattvas at a time of crisis and misfortune seems to be a bit of a rush to seek medical treatment.However, Qingchen thinks that the supernatural phenomenon on his arm should be managed by the supernatural existence.For Qingchen, it's not a loss to worship himself.He likes to do the preparatory work in the front, not to leave his regret.It's 9:30 p.m.Qingchen sits on the bed and looks down at his mobile phone. There is only this faint light in the bedroom. There are only a few words from Nan Gengchen, his deskmate, in wechat. No one else sends him a message.Mother Zhang Wanfang's wechat portrait is quiet, which makes Qingchen feel a little lost.Of course, it's just a trace.He didn't know what he was looking forward to.In fact, he didn't blame his mother.His father gambled and sold off many houses in his family, as well as domestic violence and infidelity. Qingchen didn't think there was anything wrong with his mother's active divorce at all.On the contrary, he saw his father beat his mother Qingchen, and even felt happy for his mother's choice.Because it's right.On the eve of her parents' divorce, grandma once advised her mother not to divorce: how can you start a family when a woman takes her teenage son as a moppet? Who will remarry you?Hearing all this, Qingchen chose to live with her father when her parents divorced.He remembers his parents' dismay at that time, but Qingchen knows that this is also the right choice.Now my mother has opened a new life and formed a happy new family. Qingchen may be lost, but she is still very careful not to disturb.Countdown 2:31:12Qingchen suddenly thought of a question, if this is the last two and a half hours of his life, what should he do?This question is serious and romantic.Because it's asking you what you want to do most in your life, but haven't had time to do, or dare not do.The unexpressed love, the people we meet but don't see, the places we want to go but don't go, the words we want to say but don't say are all in the scope of answers.This question, ask the heart.Qingchen gets up and puts on his coat. He chooses to go out again when there is not much left in the countdown.He pushed his broken bike out of his house, got on it and drove all the way to his destination.In autumn, the wind is a little bit cool at night, and the pedestrians on the road are gradually scarce.Qingchen's face on the bicycle was calm, and his coat was blown back by the wind on the bridge.There are many regrets in his life, and there are many things he dare not do.But tonight he doesn't need cowardice and fear, just courage.At one moment, Qingchen thinks that if he really wants to die tonight, he should finish the most important thing. He has no time.He first went to the peony hotel, then to the Los Angeles Hotel, and then to the loyan family home, but there was no one he wanted to find.Qingchen rides his bicycle all the way through the alleys, across the Qilihe bridge, and comes to a residential building.When he saw the familiar second-hand motorcycle parked downstairs, he heard the sound of playing mahjong on the second floorThen picked up the mobile phone and dialed 110: "Hello, police comrades, I want to report luojian District Longteng community, Room 201, unit 2, building 17, someone gathered to gamble."The staff on the opposite side of the phone seemed to be stunned for two seconds, and then they responded: "OK, we'll arrange the police now."Until this time, Qingchen just put down his heart, turned around and rode his bike home.The idea is clear.Home, Qingchen took a look at the white lines on his arm, countdown 1:02:21 seconds.He began to reexamine his preparations.Wait, do you want to meet that moment at home.Qingchen has seen a horror film before. The story is about the protagonist's encounter with something dirty. As a result, a ghost will find him at midnight every day.Then the protagonist hides in XC, even in the mountains, but he can always be found by ghosts.At that time, Qingchen was thinking, why didn't the protagonist go to a crowded place?Although ghosts are very powerful, generally people feel more secure in crowded places.For example, the protagonist can stay in a nightclub. When the ghost comes to the door at midnight, hundreds of people in the nightclub shake their heads in the roaring music. It seems that the ghost is more afraidSo Qingchen began to think about whether he should go to more personal places?Or, he can go directly to the White Horse Temple in Los Angeles... After all, there are bodhisattvas there.There are not only Guanyin Bodhisattva, but also Manjusri Bodhisattva and dizang Bodhisattva.It's also very safe.However, Qingchen finally chooses to stay at home. He thinks that compared with ghosts, zombies are more likely to appear at the end of the countdown.If there is such a thing, there is no difference between going to a crowded place and seeking death. On the other hand, it seems that Bodhisattva has no business to deal with such things.Qingchen has already prepared materials at home. If zombies come, he can stay at home for a while.The countdown is 00:31:49.In the last half an hour, Qingchen turns on the desk lamp and quietly writes down a letter to leave on the desk.If he died today, maybe one day his family and friends will see what he finally wanted to say.If he didn't die, his life might be another world.The countdown is 00:00:12.After writing the letter, Qingchen sits up. He holds the bone knife tightly in his right hand. In his clear eyes, his pupils narrow.The more he was at the last moment, the more peaceful his mood became.It's like the moment when the tsunami is about to engulf the island, there is no undercurrent surging under the sea, only deep thinking and blazing courage!1098765432oneNo ghosts, no zombies, no disasters.Qingchen quietly looking at his surroundings, time into static, his mobile phone time seems to stay forever in 12:00 minutes and 0 seconds.The second hand of the clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped beating, and the light outside the window no longer swayed.He stood up, the solidification time seemed to be broken by his action, and the world in his eyes was broken like a mirror.Qingchen holds the bone knife in his hand and looks around. The desk is gone, and the room is gone. There is only darkness left.Then he fell into the dark.Time does not know how long has passed, but it seems that there is only a moment, this moment of Qingchen suddenly lost the concept of time.In the dark, the fragments of the world began to be pieced together again. The fragments that came from nowhere suddenly combined into a new world.Qingchen is lying on a narrow hard bed. This is a completely strange environment. He has never been here.He first looked at his palm, where there was nothing, and the bone picking knife he was holding had long disappeared.He looked at his arm again and noticed that the white lines on his arm had changed."The countdown to return is 48:00:00."48 hours, that is, two days, Qingchen thought.The next moment, the countdown beat a second: back countdown 47:59:59
