At the end of the day, the king pigeon did not receive a single critically ill patient, nor did he have a dying patient. Although he saw the figure of death flashing in the emergency hall, it was not the patient he brought back after all.

Today was a rare and easy day, and the king pigeon did not save a single soul. It's a good thing that fewer people are on the verge of death for an average ambulance driver, or for a doctor.

But for the king pigeon, this has to be said to be a very desperate thing. This meant that he didn't add a single number to his Soul Calming card for the whole day.

Without numbers, there is no way to save Lan Xin.

He had to hope for a few more patients tomorrow, preferably a few more dying patients, the kind with death chasing after him, and then use his driving skills to pull them back.

This psychology sounds a bit perverted, but the king pigeon has to think so. After all, the patient is not what Wang Ge wants to save in his heart, but he exists in this world originally.

On the bus from work, Wang Ge did not touch Shen Hui. Shen Hui had already gotten off work at the normal time, which was also relatively rare.

The first thing I do when I get home is still to take a hot shower.

Wang Ge believes that bathing can not only wash away the fatigue of the day, wash away the dirt on his body, but also wash his own soul. He didn't have any sin in his hands, but he had a lot of regrets that he couldn't save people.

Although he had already had dinner at the hospital at about 6 o'clock in the afternoon, it was already close to 10 o'clock in the evening after he got home and took a shower, and he was still a little hungry.

Mother Zhao Xueqin sometimes waits until her son finishes eating before going to rest, and talks to her son while eating.

After Wang Ge became an ambulance driver, he was no different from when he was in college, going out early and returning late all day, and he couldn't say a few words to his family.

He told his mother about the third uncle and his salary today, Zhao Xueqin seemed to understand Wang Ge's current state very well, after all, he only went to work for less than half a month in the first month, so it didn't matter if he had a little money.

"Keep the flowers, don't be aggrieved by yourself, usually busy and tired at work, buy more food. Zhao Xueqin looked at the king pigeon who was gobbling up the food, and felt that her son was very satisfied.

Although he didn't study very well when he was in school, and the university was not 985 and 211, the most important thing is that his son is sensible, knows that he takes care of his family, is filial, and goes to school and work safely, which is much better than the loser of his third uncle's family, and he has peace of mind, and his face is bright when he says it.

The more Zhao Xueqin was like this, the more guilty Wang Ge felt in his heart. Three years, it is very likely that he only has these three years to be filial to his parents.

How would his parents feel if they knew about his pact with death? Wang Ge did not dare to continue to think about it, and his mother's tolerance and open-mindedness in terms of salary were not expected by Wang Ge.

After all, the current conditions at home are still in the preliminary stage of being well-off.

After dinner, the king pigeon forced himself to wash the dishes and let his mother rest. After everything was cleaned up, he lay on the bed himself, unable to sleep.

The room was quiet, and the second hand of the wall clock on the wall was clicking, and the king pigeon had become accustomed to the sound of the hand of the wall clock for many years.

When you can't sleep, Wang Ge will choose to plug in the headphones, turn on the music and listen to the songs, and then open the anonymous version of Island A, and watch what the anonymous netizens are doing, thinking, and what they are encountering.

He rarely posts on anonymous editions, but he feels uncomfortable.

On the anonymous version, only the backend administrator can see his string IP address, and there is only one IP address, and nothing else can be seen.

"Zhu Jun, I found that I can see the god of death and the soul, and when everyone is dead, they are killed by the god of death. But I can't communicate with the Grim Reaper and the spirits, and if they find out, I'll be doomed. But I made a pact with the Grim Reaper, my childhood friend had a car accident, and I had three years to get enough soul back from the Grim Reaper to bring her back......"

He wrote the content of the string and clicked send.

Three seconds later, he refreshed the page, and there were already three replies.

"Good boy, no wonder I haven't been able to receive souls lately!"

"Edit, it's like a little bit of it, maybe I'll believe it!"

"The subject matter is good, I can write a novel. ”

The king pigeon smiled bitterly, all in a joking tone, and no one believed him.

"It's all true, don't believe it...... I'm super miserable and don't know what to do right now. He posted another one in the string.

After the string is sent, the page is automatically refreshed.

"I'm Soldier 76, and when you see Death, remember to tell me that I'm going to get a fucking triple missile. ”

It's still a joke.

"I don't know if I can get her back. The king pigeon shook his head and sent the last string.

He deleted all of his speeches, and took one last look at the replies he had posted.

"What's this playing on?"

"The self-acting personality is really mentally retarded!"

The king pigeon turned off the anonymous version of Island A, and let this string sink it.

Sure enough, if something like this is said, no one will believe it no matter what.

In the real world, how could such a strange thing happen? Wang Ge picked up the small mirror on the table and looked it into his eyes.

His eyes were not large, with brown eyes, black pupils, and the white part of his eyeballs was bloodshot due to the severe lack of rest for a long time.

His eyes were no different from ordinary people, and they were before, but why could he suddenly see death and souls?

Why did you have to see it from the moment Lan Xin had an accident?

No way, when he can't sleep at night, he always wants to explore the answers to these questions. Is there a conspiracy behind all this?

He always had a bad premonition.

This bad feeling will stay with him for a long time, and Wang Ge knows that he will understand the truth of the matter one day, so why bother with these things now?

He comforted himself and drifted off to sleep. It may be that he was not tired enough during the day, but he didn't sleep very deeply that night, and even in his sleep he heard the sound of the second hand of the clock beating.

There is nowhere to tell his troubles, nowhere to release his pain, and almost everyone attributes life or death to fate or the arrangement of God. Only him, when someone dies, it is very likely that he is responsible.

On the road to the Grim Reaper, the king pigeon is lonely. At the very least, he felt lonely.

But when he thought no one would see his anonymous version, someone was staring at the random ID he used to send strings, looking at the transcript of his speeches.

"I'll just say, it's very difficult to keep a secret alone, let alone a secret that no one else will believe at all. "A man lay naked on the bed and snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand. His skin was bronzed, and his muscles were very strong, and he looked

He handed the phone to the woman standing on the carpet in the hotel room, also naked.

"This thing...... Is it really reliable, is there a precedent?" the woman took the phone and glanced at it.

The man laughed, "I've been looking for three or four years, but I haven't found it, but I didn't expect you to meet someone who can see the god of death and the soul." He must be in touch with someone in the other world, and if he can talk to them through the king pigeon, then it will be possible for us to do so!" the man got out of bed, lit another cigarette, took a puff of his own, and shoved the cigarette into the mouth of the naked woman.

His hand moved from the woman's mouth, to the face, slowly descending, past the neck, the tattoo on the collarbone, and resting on the woman's breasts and room.

"You've proven his abilities, he can see your grandfather's soul and take him to the underworld, not the charlatans we found before. ”

"Do you really think you're his friend?" the man asked, sensing the hesitation on the woman's face, as he stroked the soft object in his hand.

"If it weren't for that, he really would be a great person to be a friend. The woman slapped the man's reckless hand away.

She typed on the keyboard with a cigarette in her mouth, trying to reply to the string. Today, she finally knew what the king pigeon's plan was, and it turned out that everything was related to Lan Xin lying on the bed.

Then Lan Xin must be his most vulnerable place.

"Protect your woman. She finished typing and pressed send, only to be prompted "No cookies." ”

She can't send strings.

"Thanks to you, who often sat with him and saw his string ID, we were able to monitor what he was saying. Sure enough, the anonymous version is the best place to confide in our hearts, and it is also the best place for us to get secrets. ”

The woman did not speak and began to dress. "It's time for me to go home. ”

"By the way, the man named Tao Mi has been chasing you very hard recently. Don't always stop replying to people's messages. If you're always with me, you'll get tired of it. The man laughed.

The woman was still getting dressed, ignoring the man.

"Why? don't want to think he's a good guy and don't want to delay him? Use everything you can to get used to! He should be very rich, it just so happens that we've been a little short of money for activities lately, you can try to get in touch with him." Get some money back. The man took the woman's arm. "You have to be obedient. ”

The woman glared at the man viciously. "Ma Tianming, after this matter is over, you take your Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge! I'm going to quit! Helping you solve your physical problems doesn't mean that there is affection between us. If it weren't for the ...... of those photos."

"It's good that you know. Ma Tianming's expression did not change in the slightest, and he responded with a smile. "Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore when it's done. ”

The woman got dressed and picked up a paper bag.

Inside the paper bag, there was a set of nurses' clothes.