Bai Gu's last words made Yu Siqi's heart a little complicated, and even a little bitter. Looking down at the pile of white bones abandoned on the ground by his own willfulness, his mood was now full of guilt.

However, there is no way to make up for the mistakes he has made, in fact, what he should do now is to read the information according to this guy's last words.

He desperately wanted to know what those beads were and why they had allowed him to see him.

When he came to the door of the office again, he looked nervously inside, and there was no danger for the time being. It was a good sign, and he stepped straight over the threshold and walked over to the rows of bookshelves.

A dazzling array of books and personnel files occupy most of the space on the shelves. Only the innermost shelf, next to the bookcase, has some books on hobbies, including a few books about time in the comments.

Yu Siqi, who found the target, eagerly picked it up from the bookshelf and flipped through it on the edge of the shelf below. The book of unknown authorship does not seem to have been written in the traditional way, with some successive pages being blank one after another, some illustrated with a few lines of small print of unknown meaning, and some even directly copied by hand-drawing. And in Siqi's view, such an obvious hand-drawn style is very likely to be a good thing done by the author himself.

Without looking at the previous content carefully, Yu Siqi turned directly to the end, and he began to understand why the last words of the white bone were to let him see the end.

Because the content of the next few pages is completely compiled by him himself, and his personal views have been added.

One of the most worthwhile reads is naturally about whether there is an end to that time

Yu Siqi, who was slightly interested, patiently focused on that part and read it attentively, "When I was cleaning the warehouse by chance, I found this unsigned masterpiece. At first I just thought it might be some kid's improvisation, but when I read it closely, I found that there was a lot of interesting and even enlightening knowledge in it. Considering the disorganized nature of its content, and the extreme lack of a certain degree of neatness. I made a reckless decision to personalize and modify it without authorization. I sincerely hope that this rude act of mine will not attract anyone's attention, after all, in some ways, it is very likely that the content of the original author will be distorted by doing a second work without asking the original author. If I am really drawn to this book, I have to start with the hypothesis that I read in the middle part about whether there is an end to time. Obviously, before I read this part, I was reading it with a pure attitude of passing the time. And when that wonderful hypothesis appeared before my eyes, my perception was changed. For me, who has a long time, time may not be a very important thing, so it is difficult for you to discuss with my people whether there is an end to time in front of them, such an extremely boring topic, most of them would rather talk about the surrounding gossip such as whether the young lady and uncle had a quarrel today, rather than care about any details of time. So, when I get a book that can solve my inner doubts, you can imagine how happy I was at that time.

Yu Siqi turned to the next page and continued to read. Here's what the original article says

Many of you have the question of whether there is an end to time, which has been bothering me for a long time, and I am writing this because I think that someone might be interested in some of my own wonderful adventures, otherwise you might as well burn the book.

It was a midsummer evening, and I was invited, to be exact, my father, to the house of an adult whom I hated so much. Originally, I was replaced by a normal person, so I naturally tried my best to escape. But this time I was unlucky, because I made a few small mistakes in the early spring and was forced to be confined. And by the time I came out of the small cell with all the walls stretched, summer had arrived. I was playful for a while, so I followed my father's conditions. The first few days of my arrival there were not bad, because the adults were always drinking, chatting, and bragging about the past to the juniors at the wine table. I'm pretty quiet, just follow behind and be a quiet listener. But as time went on, I became more and more bored. So I slipped out while they were all eating and drinking in the hall. Although this family's house is not small, it is still a little different from where I live. So for me, who has been walking the maze since I was sensible, it took me little effort to write down every corridor and aisle in the place. And when I walked around the place, I guess the time was too late. I realized that my father seemed to have sent someone to look for me, and that wasn't a good thing. If I get caught again, I'm afraid I'll have to talk to the graffiti-covered walls all winter. So I thought about it a little and found a few hidden passages to hide. But I knew it wasn't a long-term solution, and at this time, a ridiculous idea popped into my head. It would be nice if I could control time

It was such a ridiculous idea that made me come to the end of time by mistake. And there, I saw eternity, eternity in the truest sense of the word. Everything is still, but there is always an urge to keep going.

You may be surprised how I did it

In fact, when I was desperate, I met an old man with white hair, who claimed to be the Old Man of Time, and stuffed me with a bag of bulging glass balls. Whenever I get into trouble, I just take one out of it and throw it on the ground.

At first, of course, I couldn't believe what he said. But when I did so tentatively, the guards who had come to hunt me disappeared, and this greatly changed my opinion of the old man.

In the future, whenever I encountered something that was difficult to solve, I would use a magic bead, and over time, I even wondered whether the old man was a god descending from heaven

After reading this page, Yu Siqi turned another page and continued to read.

Eventually, the bag grew smaller and smaller, and the visions I saw increased day by day. Sometimes, I can even see several of myself in the same bed. In order to make sure that I wasn't crazy, maybe I was suffering from some kind of head disease, I began to investigate my body. Finally, before I saw hundreds of myself, I came to the end of time again, where I saw countless selves, happy or sad, sad or happy. But no matter which one of them, it's as if they're stuck in something. And when I realized this, the old man appeared in front of me, smiled and asked me if it was fun

Naturally, I didn't want to bother with such a question, after all, anyone would not find it interesting to see such a scene. However, when I thought about it, I understood it all.

So I shook my head and shouted out what was in my heart with almost the greatest amount of my heart. Because it's too rude, I'll skip it here, please make up for the most obscene foul language in your hometown. ”

This is the end of the original text, and what remains is an additional personal note added by Bai Gu himself, which reads, "Regarding the content of the original text here, we will not discuss whether this is really what happened. But when I happened to have the privilege of packing up the old master's family treasure in the warehouse, I once chatted with the old master. The old master said that time is a self-healing existence. No matter how much you cut it off, tear it apart, twist it, or even subvert it, it will be able to use its own restraint at some point in the future to bring all the time that has deviated from the right path back to the original point. That's one of the reasons why it's here to stay.

In my own opinion, its so-called constraining is most likely to discard those messy data to the end of time. Just like when we usually encounter problems that cannot be solved, we will also put them aside and solve them when we have time. ”

End of chapter