Darkness, in the endless darkness, a libra made of pale white energy condensed was quietly suspended there, a mist substance was placed on the left side of the scale, and a feather was placed on the right, and the whole scale was tilted to the right.

[Man is inherently dead, or as heavy as Mount Tai or as light as a feather]

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Stanley bounced out of bed, and then his face was full of remorse.

"Damn, I forgot to talk to the renovation company, and it turns out that I'm going to do it again." Stanley patted his head, he was so excited that he ran over to die, but he forgot that he had negotiated with the renovation company about modifying the factory, and it turned out that he was going to do it again.

"But first, let me see what I've gotten." Stanley closed his eyes and deliberately recalled his memory, and then after less than a dozen seconds, a new memory appeared in his forehead.

"W**T*F**CK!, what the hell is the memory of hip-hop?" Stanley was speechless for a moment, thinking that he could get some memories of combat or technology, but he ended up giving him a hip-hop memory.

"No, it can't be like this, we have to try again!" Thinking about this, Stanley couldn't accept the fact that he had obtained the memory of hip-hop, after all, hip-hop or something had no effect on him now, so Stanley decided to try again.

This time he didn't wait for the night, and he didn't contact the renovation company, after all, he wouldn't let his stupidity reappear, and went straight out for breakfast to the room where he had been taken to the last time he died.

Because it was broad daylight, there weren't many people on this street at all, and the little gangsters who were piled up together before weren't here, so Stanley knocked directly on the door and went in, and then the other party began to kill himself with a wary look on his face.

This time the death was very successful, or maybe Stanley was here to die, he didn't put on any armor, and he didn't pay attention to the guy who quietly retreated to get a pistol. In fact, when it comes to death, after Stanley has tried to provoke the other party before, if he doesn't resist, he will see if the other party can kill him, but the result is not only a beating in vain, but it is okay to eat a few bullets, well, the pain +10086 is there, it is too painful, so Stanley swore never to do it again.

He had already concluded that as long as he committed suicide once, the pain would be doubled, and this doubling pain had made Stanley, who had experienced the pain of burning, wail again, this very special, as if from the pain of the soul, Stanley no longer had the courage to commit suicide.

Well, having said all that, Stanley had already succeeded in his death and was shot. Then I got up from my bed again, endured the pain in my head to recall, and found that the previous memory of hip-hop dance was completely unrecalled, but there was another memory of housekeeping ability.

"Okay, it's getting more and more ridiculous!" Stanley rubbed his head, he already knew that if he died several times on the same day, the memories he gained would also be reset, and his head was also an unprecedented pain, obviously the sequelae of resetting memories.

"Well, you can't deliberately die, you can't kill yourself, damn it! The pain is worse than before, and it looks like I can't do anything today. Stanley lay on the bed, looking weak, obviously the pain in his head had left him with no energy to do anything.

Perhaps because of the sequelae of two consecutive deaths, Stanley lay listless for a while, then fell asleep again, and when he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

"Uh, it hurts!" As if the hangover felt like a hangover, Stanley couldn't help but cry out in pain, shook his head and took a shower, and found that it was already Monday, and immediately felt a little remorseful.

"Okay, I'm going to the renovation company again." Stanley was eating breakfast, it was the second week of July, and the construction deadline of the renovation company was two weeks, which meant that there was not much time left for him, because he had to complete the construction of his base before the start of school, otherwise there would not be so much time after the start of school.

Stanley once again informed the previous renovation company, and after the other party had seen the factory, he said his request, and the result after that was exactly the same as the last time, except that he needed to go to the renovation company in the afternoon to draw up the contract, and the workers would start work tomorrow.

After Stanley and other people from the renovation company left, he put his uniform and some small props in a box and put them on the back of his motorcycle and brought them back to his home, because the factory needed to be renovated, and he felt that it was better to believe in the moral concept of the workers (we are not black) than to believe in his own cautious character.

In the afternoon, Stanley went to a decoration company to sign a contract and pay a deposit, which was considered to be the end of this matter, and the rest was to wait, waiting for the renovation of his small base to be completed.

Time passed day by day, Stanley also started fitness and training again, because his small base was not completed, so he modified his uniform at home, or sweated in the gym, and lived a happy life, until one day he received a call from Todd.

"What? Dave is injured? Stabbed with a knife? How so? "Stanley obviously doesn't want to believe that someone with Dave's personality can be stabbed, after all, he's the kind of person who backs down when things happen.

"That's right, he was stabbed and somehow hit by a car." Todd briefly explained, and then told Stanley about the hospital where Dave was.

"Well, I'll be there in ten minutes, and I'll have to go see this poor man." After Stanley finished speaking, he hung up the phone, ended his days of retreat, changed his clothes and came to the hospital that Todd said.

When he came to the hospital, he found Dave's father alone, he knew that Dave's mother had died just a few months ago, and now he was with his father, a man who had just lost his wife, and it was obviously a big blow to face his son's serious injury at the moment.

"Mr. Lezeski, how's Dave doing?" Stanley comforted Dave's father and asked how Dave was doing.

"It's already being rescued, but the poor kid was stabbed by someone who killed him, and then he was hit by a car." Mr. Lezeski was a little emotional, but Stanley understood that no father would want to see his child lying in the emergency room, he would rather be the one lying inside.

"Well, he's a good guy, he'll be fine." That's all Stanley can say.