September 26, 1997, an ordinary day, but for Li Bai, this day was simply the day of his rebirth, the cinnabar mole in his palm finally appeared, and Qing Jue was finally reborn.

Delighted, he went to Cambridge and found several top scientists specializing in life sciences, who confirmed the possibility of quantum resurrection. From then on, the sad blind man began to desperately search for "Qingjue" in the vast sea of people, and he even changed his way of working for this. According to Article 103 of the Code of Deacons: "To the extent reasonable, the deacon has the right to add the keyword to the screening of 'destined traveler,' but it must be approved by a unanimous vote of the Board of Deacons." ”

Li Bai set his keyword to "a mole in the palm of his hand" and set his gender to female, and then with great difficulty, almost stubbornly, finally persuaded the nine members of the deacon committee. The committee agrees to help Li Bai fulfill his wish, but in exchange for the fact that he must fulfill the last wish of every 'Destined Traveler', and if he fails to fulfill this obligation, the screening conditions will be automatically cleared.

"Actually, it's useless for you to do this, you can only find her while she's alive. Chaoguang reminded Li Bai.

Li Bai knew in his heart that he was ready to do whatever it takes, as long as he found her, he would not let her go no matter what.

A faint moonlight shines into the dark hut, and a gorgeous butterfly flies out of the moonlight, its enchanting wings shine with blazing light, the pattern on the left wing of the butterfly is a beauty, and the right wing suddenly shows a strange and bizarre skeleton, and the flapping wings alternately reproduce with joy and fear.

In the hut, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at the electronic wall clock on the wall without blinking, and the time of the electronic clock was clearly reflected in the dim and empty pupils: June 17, 1999, a quarter of an hour until 4 o'clock in the morning, the owner of those eyes still could not sleep.

The sound of breathing in the room was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the heart beating was like thunder. The butterfly landed silently on its master's body, constantly fanning its right wing.

The overhead light suddenly turned on, and lying sideways on the bed was a short-haired woman, thick tiredness growing like weeds on her face, her delicate features contrasting sharply with the gray-blue prison uniform. Obviously, the sudden light didn't send a ripple in her pupils until she saw a late-night visitor in this solid cell.

It was a tall and thin young man, dressed in a delicately cut and fashionable white trench coat, wearing a pair of pure white gloves, and his handsome facial features were like sculptures, reflecting a heroic light in the blazing light.

"Who are you?" the female prisoner sat up from her bed.

"Do you have a mole in your palm?" Li Bai clearly remembered, this opening sentence was the 97th time he had said it in more than two years.

The woman nodded, she had to admit in her heart that this mysterious man was too handsome, especially his smile, which was warm enough to melt ice. Even though the way he appeared was so bizarre, it didn't give people the slightest fright, and she felt that everything in front of her was either a dream or a hallucination caused by her insomnia for too long. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, and the bloodshot in her eyes turned even redder.

When she opened her eyes again, the man in the trench coat in front of her was still standing in front of her, not only did not disappear, but became clearer, and he asked gently, "Can you show me the mole in your palm?"

The female prisoner hesitated, but still opened her hand.

A bright red cinnabar mole suddenly appeared in Li Bai's eyes, no, that cinnabar mole was fading a little bit...... He looked closely, and sure enough, it was completely different from the cinnabar mole he had in mind, it was just an ordinary black mole.

Li Bai breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt infinite regret.

The girl felt Li Bai's loss, and suddenly became inexplicably nervous: "Who are you, why can you come in?"

Feng Die kept fanning the skeleton on her right wing on her shoulder for a moment, and then Li Bai lowered her voice, trying to make her voice sound softer: "My name is Li Bai, a white deacon in the Deacon's Mansion, responsible for taking care of your life, old age, sickness and death. I know your name is Zhou Yueran, and I know that you are in prison for manslaughter, and you just turned 36 this year, and you are innocent......"

"You're an angel, like in the movies...... Are you going to take me away?" the female prisoner couldn't wait to interrupt Li Bai.

Li Bai nodded: "Did the hospital send you a critical illness notice before entering the prison?"

The woman nodded.

"Then you should be prepared, don't be afraid, but your life has reached the end, and I will accompany you to the end of the next road. Li Bai knew that comfort would not have any effect at this time, "If you still have any unfulfilled wishes, I can help you fulfill them." ”

"There's nothing to be afraid of, sooner or later you have to leave, you can leave at your youngest and still look your best...... I have a younger sister who is my only relative, but she is having a hard time right now. When she mentioned her sister, her eyes moistened unconsciously.

"Is she worried about you?"

The woman shook her head, choked up and said, "No, she endured a lot of hardships to conceive her own child, but the child was born older than the old man, as a mother she is very painful, my only wish is that her child can grow up healthily." ”