Southside, 7:10 a.m.

"It's still not updated, why hasn't it been updated?"

Bi Yao opened the Weibo on her mobile phone and refreshed her attention, Bao Shiyi's Weibo has still not been updated, "The Seventh Day" has not been updated, and it is still the previous chapter "The Sixth Day".

When the friend who lived together heard Bi Yao's words, he washed his face with facial cleanser and said, "I think this book is really about to become a lifetime series." ”

"Eleven, he should want a eunuch. ”

Bi Yao shook his head, got up from the bed, and said, "No, he will definitely finish this one." ”

Regarding Bi Yao's self-deceptive words, my friend said casually, and remembered that it would not be long before the release date of Bao Shiyi's latest movie "The Undertaker", and couldn't help but say: "Bi Yao, "The Undertaker" is about to be released, let's go watch it together when the time comes." ”

Bi Yao nodded again and again and said, "Okay!"

Not to mention that the movie "The Undertaker" won the Golden Lion Award at the Venice Film Festival, just to say that this movie is starring Bao Shiyi, and Bao Shiyi also won the Venice Best Actor with this movie, and online netizens and fans are already looking forward to this movie.

Although Bao Shiyi did not appear during the release and promotion of the movie, it is obvious that this movie does not need much publicity at all, and the topic is very high.

Especially Bao Shiyi has not had any new works for such a long time, and this "The Undertaker" was filmed before.

There has been a lot of publicity on the Internet about "The Undertaker".

Bi Yao thought of the movie "The Undertaker" and the story in "The Seventh Day", and couldn't help but say: "The matter of death is really helpless. ”

"It depends on how you die, if it's an accident, it's the end of your life, it's helpless, but if it's like "The Seventh Day", and those who are forced to die as reported on the news, it's not suicide at all, it's murder. ”

Obviously, for the last words, the girl was still a little indignant, and said coldly: "It's the hell that said that hell is empty, and the devil is in the world!"

Bi Yao knew what his friend was angry about, thinking of the news on the Internet that was gradually suppressed, the popularity was reduced little by little, whether it was Wuli Father's college or the medicine and wine that died in Hongmao, he sighed, and said in a low voice: "I can understand more and more that Eleven wrote this "Seventh Day", but I don't know what will happen on Eleven's last day. ”

"What else could have happened? Reality is always better than stories, and I think it's hard for him to imagine how bad people's hearts can be. ”

The girl sneered a few times, washed her face with cold water to sober herself up, and continued: "These tragedies have been written in the works of eleven years ago.

Bi Yao was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but say: "Eleven's works still have a lot of beauty, like "Me Against Cancer", "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", and like many people in "The Melting Pot", who struggle all the way, not to change the world, just to not let the world change themselves, those are all beautiful. ”

……

……

"Be careful on the road!"

A door opened, and someone walked out.

Liucheng, at 7:28 in the morning, Bao Shiyi watched Zhou Yun go out to work.

Standing at the door and looking at Zhou Yun's departing back, Bao Shiyi's last words were just as usual advice.

According to the formula for calculating the life given to him by the system, when Zhou Yun gets off work today, he may die before Zhou Yun arrives home. It is not yet known how he will die, but it is clear that today is his last day.

On the last day, watching Zhou Yun leave, and then when Zhou Yun came back, was he really dead at that time.

Not the slightest chance of surviving?

Is there really none?

Negative energy is still being collected, but the bottomless pit-like calculation formula has no way to shake the degree of life, and no amount of negative energy may be able to extend for only a few seconds, or a few minutes.

This is how he ended.

……

Bao Shiyi shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, turned around and walked into the door, and couldn't help but smile when he saw the smile that had already carried his small schoolbag.

After Zhou Yun went out to work, Bao Shiyi had to drive Xiaoxiao to kindergarten.

The woman on the other side of the door also happened to go out to work and lived in the same community, it was obvious that the woman was very familiar with Bao Shiyi's father and daughter, nodded with a smile, and said to Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, your father sent you to kindergarten today!"

Smiled and nodded, his little face was full of joy, his eyes were like talking elves, his little hand held Bao Eleven's big hand, and he called out to the woman sweetly Auntie, and said, "Yes, Dad sent me to kindergarten." ”

"I love my dad the most. ”

Hearing the words of laughter, childish words, but it is the sweetest love words from the heart, the woman laughed non-stop, and Bao Shiyi also smiled.

However, Bao Shiyi smiled and smiled, but his eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

My daughter, how can you be so sweet and so caring.

Just like that, Bao Shiyi wiped his eyes, smiled and touched Xiaoxiao's little head, his big hand held his little hand tightly, holding it tightly, but he was afraid that if he clenched it, it would hurt Xiaoxiao's tender little hand, so he carefully held it and escorted it.

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Nanzhong Kindergarten, 7:46 a.m.

Nanzhong Kindergarten is a kindergarten on Nanzhong Street, not a private aristocratic kindergarten, is a public kindergarten, brightly colored, colorful garden wall painted with pictures, there are small flowers, there are grass, and rainbow, sun, each pattern has the most beautiful hope, just so beautiful blooming, one after another, like those lovely children in the kindergarten.

At the entrance of the kindergarten, parents sent their children to the kindergarten one after another, and there were also a group of small radish heads walking down from the kindergarten school bus.

The little radish heads are all carrying small schoolbags, wearing beautiful clothes, with the brightest smiles on their little faces, and they have been talking to the little friends around them, chattering, and very happy.

Bao Shiyi stood there and waved goodbye to Xiaoxiao, watching Xiaoxiao walk into the kindergarten step by step.

He had a smile on his face, but he also had a reluctance.

It's just that no one has noticed that at the door of the kindergarten, which is full of hope and beauty, a middle-aged man is also standing there.

Standing like that, with his head down, his eyes shining with blood, staring straight at the children, I don't know when a knife appeared in his hand, a sharp kitchen knife, the blade of which glowed with a cold light.

Murmuring, bloodthirsty madness.

"They didn't let me live, they drove me crazy, and I ...... Don't let everyone live ....... ”

……

The seventh day, the last day, has arrived!