Have you ever been cornered, in despair, in the dark, in trepidation, worried that something about you will be gone forever and irretrievable?

Whether you're a super-notch wizard or a stupid potato shepherd on a Scottish farm, you have to face the dilemma ---of either losing or fearing to lose.

This is how Andrew felt when he walked out of Bourne's territory and stood in the rain. When Andrew's mind is in turmoil, when Andrew can't think, when Andrew is exhausted, scared and feels very, very lonely--- demons will be very friendly to make all kinds of "suggestions", from the simplest meal to ---the most complex destruction of the world, there are many kinds of tricks, in short, as long as you are still a human being, and you still have desires, the demons can always find a suitable one.

Andrew was already completely familiar with these routines, he sighed slightly, and walked alone on an inaccessible road--- Andrew didn't want to do anything, just wanted to walk around, that's what Andrew would do. Andrew will keep walking, and sooner or later he will find a way out so that Andrew will not fall into despair and open the apocalypse.

So Andrew went for a walk. To others, it was really stupid, and the man who was wandering around the streets on Saturday night--- was either a fool or a complete loser.

Andrew rarely pays attention to his surroundings when he walks, and Andrew just keeps walking, letting fate jump out of his own way. Andrew put his hand in the pocket of his coat, the drizzle made his hair gradually wet and stick to his scalp, and the swaying coat kept patting Andrew's slender legs.

Andrew thought of Cho, Hermione, Luna, and of course Queen Anne, Earl Lee, and the Countess. When Andrew was almost in a frenzy, he often thought of them. They were all good, upright people – even though they had never been through the catastrophe of the end of the Dharma era, nor had they experienced what Andrew had been through, but they were really honest and pure people.

PASSING BY A LIGHTED SHOP WINDOW, ANDREW SAW A RAIN-SOAKED POSTER --- A TRAVELING MAGICIAN PERFORMING AT A LATE-NIGHT BAR CALLED "FED."

Andrew is a fake wizard, a magician, even in the era of the end of the law, as a true doomsday warrior, Andrew can do things with those weapons, many times more than magic.

So Andrew wondered what the outcome of being a traditional magician in an age when technology could make it more like magic than magic, --- end up destitute for the rest of his life, or become a world-famous magician like David Copperfield?

The vast majority of magicians work outside the home, running errands and making small profits to support themselves and their families. When their children are born, they may not be able to witness them.

Perhaps he would envy those world-famous magicians, such as naming his children after Liu Qian, and then taking them on the road with them.

They mingle with kids and retirees along the road, performing in the school's gymnasium and grocery store.

Always happy and friendly - much friendlier and happier than the average person. Of course, they can sometimes be a little sad, such as looking at their lover's photos every night, talking to their children about the town they are going to, and finally having a little legend--- a story about real magic.

When the child grows up, but not yet mature, that carefree feeling will be precious.

The child feels that he sees his father as a great and righteous person. Of course, children are always a little naïve.

However, fate never gives up any life because of warmth, attachment, fear, bravery, kindness, any noble, mean, or whatever, and one day in the future everyone will have to reach that end, the only end, whether he is a Muggle, a magician, or a true wizard.

If you're lucky, you'll die in your sleep. He may have been cold when he was found, but at least he was smiling and leaving, and he may have dreamed of angels as he walked.

And when children watch their parents die, for the first time in their lives, they suddenly feel completely lonely in this world--- there is only a way back in life, and there is nowhere to come from.

It's as if something is gone forever, like a big hole in life itself, and this hole will never be repaired.

The rain kept falling, dripping down the eaves, flowing through the glass of the windows, the lights dimmed, the posters curled, the wind, some cold, some rain, some ice.

That's Andrew's feeling, walking on the streets on a rainy night in London in spring, Andrew's breath is frozen into wisps of water, Andrew's right shoe creaks with each step, and the fate of the dead --- death occupies all of Andrew's thoughts.

Andrew thought he shouldn't have been surprised, and after a few hours of walking, Andrew's feet brought him back to Bella Randall's suite. The police are gone, the lights are out, and the neighbors who are watching the excitement are lying comfortably under the covers. The entire suite building was silent. The sun had not yet risen, but a bird was chirping on a windowsill or in a bird's nest on the roof.

Nothing is eternal except destruction.

Andrew doesn't have any ideas yet, nor does he have any inspiration for excellence. The killer might kill Byrne with a spell during the next storm, or attack Andrew again, which could happen at any time given the current weather.

Fortunately, after the first confrontation, Andrew had already thought of a more suitable way to deal with this kind of summoning attack.

Andrew said this --- worried about Hermione's safety, and Andrew remembered that the Ministry of Magic seemed to have a potential enemy, and that Morgan had been threatening Andrew to arrest him. I don't know if that guy was already inciting the old fools of the wizarding order--- of course, and that didn't include Albus Dumbledore.

Andrew thought about it for a while, and felt that neither the headmaster nor his father, Earl Lee, could let Morgan get what he wanted.

Andrew leaned against the door of Bella's suite, which had been affixed with yellow and black tape that read "Police Cordon - Do Not Cross." By the time Andrew realized what he was doing, Andrew had already used a spell to unlock the door and a blockade at the bottom and walk into the suite.

"That's unwise. Andrew told himself. Andrew figured he wasn't in the mood to listen.

Andrew walks around Bella's suite, smelling her perfume and blood. The blood has not been cleared yet, and the building's caretaker should be able to clean it up later. It's a snippet you don't see in a movie.

Andrew eventually found himself lying on the floor, on the carpet next to Bella Randall's bed. Andrew was hunched on his side, his back against the bed, his face facing the sliding glass door that led to the small balcony. Andrew didn't want to move, he didn't want to go anywhere, and he didn't want to do anything.

It didn't work. To no avail.

This feeling only appeared when Andrew was very young, the Star Monarch, the Doomsday Weapon, the Interstellar Destruction, the Dimensional Wars.... No matter what kind of crisis it is, it is not an ordinary human being, or even the entire human race, that terrible crisis can be fought, in that case, the more we know the truth, the more we see no hope, and many elites choose to degenerate and self-destruct in despair.

A single person is not even an ant, at least the ant still has a little sense of existence, and in the end of the law, the human population has long exceeded 100 billion, and countless people die of natural causes every day, and the advent of the dimensional war has directly pushed the human race to the brink of extinction.

No one cares about the life and death of others, so that no one cares about their own life and death.

Darkness, everything is so dark.

Andrew spent a night of nothingness in such darkness.

By the time Andrew's consciousness returned to the real world again, the sun had become very dazzling--- nothing disturbed Andrew, except for the sun.

Andrew blinked, shielded his hand from the sun, and closed his eyes, the sun's residual shadow cast eerie black spots on Andrew's retina, engulfing everything like a black hole.

The sun was already higher than the buildings across the street, and the warm spring day was shining through Bella Randall's curtains, shining on Andrew's eyelids and head. Andrew muttered a few words, then turned over and headed towards the dark space under Bella's bed, his back against the warm sunlight.

However, Andrew did not continue to sleep, but began to feel disgusted with himself.

"Is it time to give up?" muttered Andrew.

"Give it up, you can't do it anyway. Immediately, a demon answered Andrew's question.

"Of course, you should know better than us that you have gone through so much pain, and there has not been a day of joy in your life, and in the end you have nothing to lose, a complete failure. Another female devil persuaded in a sweet voice, "The saddest thing for people is that when they come to the end of their lives, they find that their real life is all dark and without light, isn't it too pitiful?"

"A complete failure, no one will understand, no one will care, no one else needs you to save, the world is fine, there is no need for a savior. Those plans of yours are worthless rubbish..."

"So, why do you demons like to pull others down, why are you so obsessed with destruction? Do you think that after annihilation, you will be reborn, or do you not know what you are doing?" Andrew struggled.

Andrew hunched his shoulders and reluctantly opened his eyes. The sunlight made Bella Randall's suite quite bright, and the whole room was covered with a golden sheen.

Of course, the room was still empty, but it was warm with some good memories. Andrew found a high school graduation book near the bottom of the bed, with several photos tucked in as bookmarks. There was a picture of a rather young Bella Randall, smiling brightly, with a face untouched, standing in the middle of a kind-faced couple of about fifty years old in their graduation gowns. Andrew guessed it was her parents, she looked happy.

In the corner of the house, when the sun fell to the back of the building, a small, red plastic cylinder with a gray lid was revealed.

Andrew's redemption came.

Andrew shuddered as he scooped the box of negatives out from under the bed and shook it, it rattled and clicked, and there was a roll of negatives inside. Andrew opened the box and poured the negatives into his hands. The head of the film has been rolled into the film - this means that the film has pictures in it, but it has not been developed. Andrew covered the box and reached into his coat pocket to pull out another box of negatives that Andrew had found at Monica's Lakeside Mansion. The two are exactly the same.

Andrew's head was swirling, and some new thoughts came to him. Many new possibilities have emerged, including perhaps a good opportunity for Andrew to divert his attention, turn on the inertial engine, anchor to the real world again, and take the opportunity to solve this bunch of birds.

Although Andrew subconsciously still thinks that the future is bleak, Andrew now has a possible clue that can be connected to the murder case and Monica's halfway cancellation of her husband.

Andrew now has a trail to follow, but time is running out. Andrew had to hurry up and get to work. It's hard to fight a Doomsday Warrior.

Andrew stood up, picked up his poplar wand and hibiscus, and walked to the door. At this point, Andrew would be dead if he was caught breaking into the crime scene, and Andrew would be arrested and detained, and then ravaged by Hermione's ears.

Andrew's mind was already rushing forward, and he had to try to find the photographer who also appeared at Monica's old mansion, and develop the negatives to see if he could find any clues related to Bella Randall's death.

It was then that Andrew heard a voice, and then it was gone, and after a while it reappeared, with a crisp sound.

Someone put the key into the lock of the suite door and opened the door.

There's no time to hide under the bed or in the bathroom, and Andrew doesn't want his mobility to be limited. Andrew leaped forward, stood behind the door as it opened, and silently cast an invisibility spell.

A man walked in—small, looking very agitated. His lifeless brown hair was combed back into a ponytail, and he was dressed in dark cotton pants and a dark jacket, with a dropped shoulder backpack on his side.

He closed the door back and looked around uneasily. However, like many people who are too nervous to think calmly, he is not very attentive to things, so although his gaze just swept over Andrew's location--- it took a few seconds for the invisible spell to work, and although the light was still a little distorted, it was obvious that he did not notice Andrew's presence--- and it was impossible to see anything unusual after the spell had fully worked.

The man was a handsome guy - by normal standards - with pretty sharp lines on his cheekbones and mouth.