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Of course, this is not downstairs in the European-style coffee house just now, although Luoying's soul has been vague since she left her body, her domineering memory is still enough to distinguish it, another noisy congested old street, another unfamiliar water bar, another line of towering broad-leaved plane trees.

The thin, low clouds of the hot summer are most reminiscent of the thousand-year-old snow on an iceberg. They stood side by side under an old navy-blue cloth canopy that barely sheltered from the scorching sun and stretched from the edge of the short eaves covered with red sand, yet the sun still chased their tired eyes.

Death held her breath and meticulously strafed around, until a flash of excitement flashed in the corners of her tense eyes, and Luo Ying could almost see the shadow of a Mongolian wolf with a keen sense of smell trying to leap as it stared at its ignorant prey, and she couldn't help but follow Death's gaze all the way.

The sidewalks are lush but barely able to withstand the evaporation of the heat, wilting and almost drowsy, and the height of the office buildings and towers is completely incompatible with the short figures truncated by the sun. In the endless flow of people, a strange figure playfully passes through the labyrinthine traffic.

"Someone is calling me, follow him!" Death's expression immediately turned grim, like her neat black ponytail.

Luo Ying stood behind her, unable to move an inch, perhaps because she had just eaten a full meal, staring at the dense long street dayscape, she suddenly felt like vomiting.

Not adapting, too much discomfort, the sky blue is too weird, the air is a little thick, the speed of the black motorcycle is so fast, even the eagles on the grassland may not be able to catch up.

She envied the Grim Reaper's ability to travel back and forth between time and space with the flick of a finger with a flick of a finger, even though she knew that there must be a great price to pay behind it.

Of course, she didn't have any curiosity about all this, but the black figure gave her a very bad premonition.

"That person, he doesn't want to live anymore!" Luo Ying shouted at the Grim Reaper, and when she shouted out, she felt a little more comfortable.

As soon as the sea-blue magnetic field and light mist disappeared, the Grim Reaper reflexively opened his eyes, glanced at her gracefully, and asked casually, "Who are you talking about?"

"The man who was driving fast all in black, I could feel his thoughts. ”

"What thoughts?" said Death.

"Away, out of this world, his heart seems to be full of contempt, hatred, guilt...... And, a little mercy!"

"It's just that hatred takes up more space?"

"That's right!" Luo Ying nodded.

"Oh my God!" Death's face almost paled, "I guess it's because you've eaten something here!"

"What does it have to do with coffee, you say, coffee and cake?"

"If you eat something here, you will be involved in this time and space, so you can feel the consciousness of others!"

Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Suddenly possessing the ability to sense the consciousness of others, Luo Ying could not deduce, she felt that many things had happened involuntarily one after another, without warning at all, except for passive acceptance.

At this time, the Grim Reaper had brought her to the narrow corridor where the subway could pass at any time, and the sound of clattering rails could be heard from time to time in the darkness in the distance, and the dim lights, the dull air, and the damp smell of the underground passages, none of which was pleasant.

Suddenly, the clanging sound became sharper and harsher, and the hot wind stirred the rust-smelling dust through the hair, and before it could fall off the track, two dazzling lights shot out like lightning at the bend in front of it, and the bright yellow of the sodium lamp filled the entire space strongly, which was the front of the locomotive, the headlight of an underground high-speed train with a little history.

The Grim Reaper focused on the front of the car and said to himself, "Back off, he's coming!"

Luo Ying immediately glanced at the front of the car again, and she couldn't see anything except that her eyes were stimulated by the high-intensity light.

"Bang!boom!" was close to my ears, like the loud sound of a heavy object being thrown into the abyss without hesitation.

The man dressed in black and wearing a mask reappeared. He leaped into the air, following the black woven bag that had fallen into the rails.

The witnesses in the subway instantly opened their mouths in horror, screaming, shouting, jumping, and crazy, they grabbed the heavy and eye-catching tempered glass, and glared behind them with all their might, and the blood splattered all over the sides of the tracks, blatant and unbridled.

Luo Ying staggered back several steps in fright, and she couldn't even hear the slightest sound until the subway faded away, until everything was as quiet as ever.

Her lips trembled, her fists clenched, and they were covered with sticky sweat, and when the wind blew, she was gone.

"Don't be afraid, the blood can't splash you. ”

"Does it matter? I've seen it. Luo Ying replied boringly, not wanting to accept her concern at all. "You brought me here just to show me how a normal person committed suicide, didn't you?"

"Half and half, what I want you to see is how a murderer experiences suicide. ”

The corpses crushed by the rails turned into pulp and bones. A transparent soul slowly rose from the ruins, his clothes as neat as they were before death, and he just walked, very lightly, very lightly.

The man walked up to them, his face was kind, and the grim reaper solemnly and politely extended his hand to him, and greeted, "Are you okay?

Seeing that the expression of the Grim Reaper was the same as when they first met, Luo Ying turned her eyes uncomfortably and looked at the subway that had just passed in the distance, but there was only a black barren place, as if connected to the sky of hell.

"I deserve it. The man sank his chest and looked disappointed.

Everyone who has sinned will say that, but you have to show it by deeds for the merciful to be willing to accept your repentance. ”

"I don't have a chance, I'll kill her!" the confession was indeed constantly pouring out of the depths of his eyes, but the Grim Reaper did not bother to observe this, she only had to act, as long as the result, as long as it was proven.

"Not really, if you want to, maybe there's a chance. ”

"What chance? rebirth, reincarnation, stepping back in time?"

"No, it's not a way," Death shook his head, "I said that chance is a result, and I want you to leave no regrets." ”

The man smiled softly, his dark red lips still covered with fresh marks of freshly shaved stubble, and the edges of the marks contracted and expanded and contracted with the skin word by word, "I don't want her to hate me, whether it's heaven or hell." It doesn't matter what happens to me, but I hope she doesn't leave with hatred. ”

"So, are you preparing for any action?"

"Yes," the man said shyly, "but now, I'm already a dead soul, what else can I do?"

"I can turn back the clock. ”

Of course, the man was pleasantly surprised, but he still showed a look of extravagance.

Death asked again, "When do you want to go back?"

"If I really could, I would most like to go back to that day. As he spoke, his eyes swirled in a whirlpool of memories. "At that time, there were no cracks in our relationship, and I didn't have any thoughts of decadence. ”