Lying heavily in (chuáng), Yu Qian felt a heavy sense of fatigue rush into the whole (shēn) like a tide. Although he didn't understand why Ren Yuan agreed to his request so easily, a sense of relaxation still pushed him to fall asleep on the soft chuáng.

...

On the other side, Weaving also chose his own room with the help of Jiang Ziwen.

The items carried with (shēn) are only a delicate suitcase. The rest of the daily necessities department is fully equipped in the villa, so there is no need to go out of their way to pick them up. And in this suitcase, in addition to a few commonly used shēn clothes, there is also a heavy, thick black notebook.

The girl is not worried that Yu Qian will not be able to get the detonator from Ren Yuan's hand, although for her, there are not many prospects that can be glimpsed. But as long as it is seen by the weave, it will definitely happen. For example, Yu Qian will pass by the beach tonight. Another example is that the detonator will appear in Yu Qian's hand.

Flipping through the heavy notebook, it was full of dense small words, these were the future she saw. In the same way, weaving does not record what has happened, she records what will happen.

The future is not as reliable as it literally suggests, and in fact the future is always uncertain, so the farther you look, the more blurred the fragments you see. For Ori, the future in a few seconds is something she can control, and that's what she relies on to fight.

However, if you extend the observation time, the image you see will become ambiguous over time. Wanting to seize the closing point of the world line in the distant future is beyond the scope of a girl's ability. Therefore, the weaving will carefully record the details of each sight, and then according to the clues to put together (bī) the real future.

For the future he observes, he has great trust in it. This trust comes both from the life that I have survived on this independent reality, and from the fact that I have never made a mistake. Although many times what is observed is only a few vague images that flash by, no matter how bizarre, they will definitely appear.

All this until today, ushered in a change that she couldn't understand.

Ori read the notes carefully, and she rarely looked at the previous contents. Because everything that is recorded in it, it has happened all over again. The rì notes, which recorded dense contents, all stayed on the morning of March 20th.

At its best, this future (rì) book looks like a low-quality journal, with a jumble of periods and short and vague messages. She intently turned over one of the pages, which she remembered as having been written around the tenth. She scanned the messy text, searching for records of today (rì).

"March 19 (rì) Jinyun handed me a black box"

"March 20 (rì) 快风 (shēn) body is broken into two sections"

"On March 16, Yan's phone was not answered in the morning, and he came back in the afternoon. Saying that everything is out of control, he is no longer going to trust others. ”

"March 20 (rì) The Bird of the Golden Phoenix Died"

"On March 14 (rì), the person in charge would be twenty minutes late today, and a member of the ministry would accompany him to do a physical examination for me

…”

Looking at the rows of scribbled records, Ori picks out the records about the present (rì) in turn. Perhaps because it was still early, there were only a few observations of the twentieth, and the records were brief.

As the pages go down, the time gets closer and closer, and the relevant records become more detailed and complete.

“…

On March 20th, Yan Yanhun (shēn) is fire, and he should have used his own abilities

…

On March 20th, a girl named Banshee seemed to be able to augment the independent reality of others, and was a person who was unwilling to speak

…

On March 20th, the wolf king turned into a wolf, as if he had a conflict with someone, and his head was cut off, but he did not die

…

There seemed to be a meeting on March 20th, and there were many people coming, but Haizi did not attend. The meeting did not seem to be going very well

…”

By the time I got to what I had written last night, I had a basic idea of most of what happened today (qíng). And staring at the nineteenth (rì) record, she did not (jìn) frowned

"On March 20th, Jinyun was choked by the throat, and she was so badly injured that she couldn't see her lower half (shēn) from this angle."

"On March 20th, Swift Wind used Emperor Yu, and I threw it to him, but he finally hit the wall, and it was still broken into two pieces."

"On March 20th, a large hole was broken in the mouth of the Chengkong (xiōng), and a lot of blood was shed, which was pierced by an iron bar, and it was pierced through the back

…”

Letting go of the (rì) note, weaving fell into deep contemplation. In addition to what is about to happen, in fact, the weaving is not very good at controlling what kind of future it observes. Therefore, even if the future (rì) is written in February, it may be something that will only happen in March, April, or even next year.

However, as the period approached March 20 (bī), she could no longer predict what would happen after March 20 (qíng). At first she didn't pay much attention to it (qíng), but since February she has noticed that all observations have stopped before the twentieth. In particular, the observation of March 19th is all about what will happen on the 20th, and all of it is about various deaths.

This situation made her think only of one possibility, that is, she no longer had a future after the twentieth. What was even more disturbing to her was that as of the morning of March 20th, she had observed the future including the death of all the management of the Inhuman Autonomous Council.

In her observations of her future, Ori still couldn't find the culprit behind all this, and she thought that everything she had foreseen was caused by the infighting of the Inhuman Autonomous Society. Therefore, she stubbornly concealed the future she observed, so as not to be taken advantage of by Yan Yan Jinyun and others.

Since there is no future left, you might as well put everything aside to do the last struggle.

But this idea was completely shattered the moment he saw Ren Yuan. She finally knew that the reason why she couldn't see the cause of all this was just because the culprit who created this tragedy was not an existence that she could speculate at all.

For the first time in his life, he encountered an unobservable black hole in the vision of the future, which he was most proud of. All her self-confidence comes from the calmness of the future, and Ren Yuan's appearance once again knocked her into the dust.

At that moment, she felt like she was back to that day five years ago, but this time she no longer had the courage to stand up to fate. Because the fear that Ren Yuan brought to her transcended the fate of the book (shēn). It was clear to him that the wheel of his fortune would stop on the morning of March 20th. It's not that she hasn't thought about struggling and resisting, and the observable future is nothing.

Because of the power of future vision, she can no longer feel surprises and surprises, and everything appears in her life step by step as in the script. Until that day, her life was a script written by someone else, and she was forced to act. After that day, everything was still a farce, and she was still an actor in it.

In the dark, Ori has never really mastered his own destiny one day. She gradually lost her sense of self (qíng), and since everything was predestined, what difference was there between joy and sorrow?

However, on this day, when accompanied by Ren Yuan's sentence "I changed my mind." As she spoke, the long-lost feeling of (qíng) returned to hers (shēn). At that moment, she found that the gears of her world were turning again, first with boundless despair and fear, then with the hope and surprise of rebirth, and finally with the excitement and joy of surviving.

Ren Yuan made her realize that this life script that has been constantly spoiled may also turn a new chapter, and she was once again aroused by her desire for life.

Finally turning to a new blank page, Ori pulled out a pen from the desk and scribbled it in his notebook. Since walking out of the hell on earth on the third floor of the hall, her vision of the future has been running again. But this time it was different, and just today, she saw the possibility of her fate being rewritten again.

On that day five years ago, she fought back to rewrite her fate, only to find a larger dome looming over her head when she broke the barrier. And when she saw Ren Yuan easily break this so-called fate, she once again found a new meaning in life.

The neat and beautiful handwriting soon covered the entire page of the notebook, and the pen was put down, and the future (rì) was gazed at the present (rì). The wheel of fortune no longer stops at March 20th, but continues to roll into the future. However, in the eyes of weaving at this moment, these observations no longer have the same irresistible divine power as before, and the flame of resistance quietly rose in the depths of her eyes

…

"I've really had enough, really." The woman in a gorgeous (chūn) costume reclined against the window, her tone full of impatience, and was complaining to the maid standing behind her (shēn), "How many days have we been here?" ”

"It's been three days, ma'am." The maid said respectfully

This master and servant are Meng Wei's wife Sun Guo'er and maid Xiao An. Previously, Meng Wei asked her to take Sun Guo'er into the mountains under the pretext of letting her take her body (shēn) well, and lived in his mountain villa. In a blink of an eye, three days have passed.

"There's nothing here! There are no shopping malls, no shēn rooms, and no pottery clubs! Oh my God, I'm going to suffocate here. Sun Guo'er said angrily, of course, these are not the most important things to her. The most important thing is that Meng Wei left her alone after he left her here.

Originally, she thought that Meng Wei was rarely worried about herself when she was sick, and she actually thought of sending herself to the mountains for recuperation. was finally able to take this opportunity to have a good intimacy with her husband, but whether it was a farewell or after coming, Meng Wei had no intention of meeting him. Mo said that he had never received a phone call.

"Madam, if you are bored, Xiao An can go and buy you a (tào) pottery equipment?"

"Who's going to want that?" Sun Guo'er said upset, "I want to go back, I don't want to be bored in this mountain every day." ”

"But madam, you (shēn) are not in good health, so it's better not to go back yet." Xiao An skillfully dealt with the irritable Sun Guo'er, with a professional and friendly smile on his face, "The doctor said that your high fever this time may be pneumonia caused by the coronavirus, so you should recuperate here for a while, and it is not too late to go back when you are well." ”

"Better here? I don't think so. Sun Guo'er pursed her small mouth and said angrily, "In the three days I have been living here, I feel worse and worse day by day. I haven't felt relaxed when I walk around the house. ”

"Xiao An, let me tell you, don't tell the master." Sun Guo'er suddenly turned (shēn) to approach Xiao An, lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "I think it's because of Meng Fusheng's (jiàn)... That kid. As soon as she came back, I was sick, and since she ran away from home in the middle of the night, I was cured. I see, it's better to get her out of the house sooner than to recuperate! ”

"Ma'am, you're just psychological." Xiao An comforted, "Don't be cranky, just rest for a few days, and your body will be completely well." ”

"Eh, Xiao An, you say, why does the master care so much about that wild girl. What else would she do besides make the old man angry! Sun Guo'er knew that there were some things that she couldn't say more, so she muttered and leaned back to the window, looked at the layers of trees outside the window, and said melancholy

"If you really care about me, you should come and see me..."