Pack everything that needs to be packed, and when you're done, it's just a backpack item.

I used my ID card at the moment to book a ticket to Xiamen online and flew directly to Xiamen.

After landing on the ground, I turned on my phone and found several text message notifications for missed calls.

Almost all of the numbers have notes, and they are some colleagues.

The ones that didn't note were all from one place, presumably from the patient.

I was indeed asked to be the main surgeon, and I resigned and left, and it is possible that I could not be asked to contact my phone number.

Ignoring it, he took out the card pick-up pin from his bag and pushed out the SIM card slot. I casually found a business hall and set up a new number, and formatted the mobile phone directly.

And he withdrew all the money he had transferred over the years and went out of the bank to buy a lighter.

I found a public toilet and burned it with my hand to grab the SIM card until it was brittle, and at the same time burned my hand. After making sure that the SIM card was not working, he washed the SIM away like a sewer, and glanced at the blackened hand to let it heal again.

The wreckage of those twenty years gave me almost extraordinary endurance, and I even woke up from that nightmare from time to time.

After doing this, I went out to find a taxi, got off from Xiamen and took the car to Gulangyu.

Because the agreed place is different each time, the way of meeting is almost different.

An hour later, I took a boat to Gulangyu Island.

The scenery is good, but there are too many tourists.

As a demigod, I'm very scared of people, so it's a bit uncomfortable for me here.

walked around Gulangyu Island, and there were no familiar faces.

But I saw something on the sea, and there was a yacht leaning against the wooden dock on the shore.

The yacht is nothing special except that it is very large, but the yacht is painted with a string of English: Demigod.

It's a yacht called the Demigod, and I'm sure it's the first time I've seen it.

Slowly walked up to the wooden pier, and at the door stood a man in a suit and leather shoes.

He looks like he is in his thirties, and his bearing is extraordinary.

Seeing that I reached out directly towards the yacht, this person's appearance was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't name it.

I was about to speak suspiciously, but the other man smiled and said, "Jock, let's go in and talk about it." ”

My first reaction was to recognize, and my second reaction was to read minds.

"You know me?" I said again.

"Don't be afraid, just look at people's little skills." The other party said.

I could be sure it was a mind reading, and the other person knew I was scared. He reminded me of the last twenty years of changing the appearance of a mind-reading demigod, but I can't remember what it was. I should be sure that it was him, and I slowly walked into the yacht.

The other man put a hand on my shoulder, helped me in, and whispered in my ear, "You are twenty-sixth, and you should be the last in terms of the number of times you read the email." ”

The last one? The number of people in the last twenty years seems to be thirty in my mind's mind. Four less in the past twenty years? A bad feeling lingered in my heart.

Again, the other said, "Don't be too upset. ”

Apparently the other party was a demigod with the ability to read minds, and I followed the hallway to the top of the deck.

The hallways were filled with people I didn't know, and they smiled at me when they saw me.

This smile is both familiar and unfamiliar, and it makes me feel a little hairy.

They are probably demigods, which is the remaining twenty-sixth of us.