The sunset is like fire, but the warmth is not enough, and the cold is getting longer.

On the other side of the road was an undeveloped area overgrown with wild grass, but somehow it became a bustling commercial street in a moment.

Behind the commercial street are houses and school district houses.

Looking further back at the school gate, there was no sound there, only the chirping of some animals seemed slightly lively.

The original iron fence of the school gate has become a black fog that cannot be gazed at, and it is impossible to see what is hidden inside, only that it is dusk outside, and it is already night inside the campus.

The lights were on, but Li Zhi didn't see a single person.

This is a bit weird out of thin air.

There is a mountain next to the school, which is the one mentioned in the original owner's diary.

Looking over the mountain, the two different scenes kept switching.

One is a mountain hidden by a jade tree, and the other is a half-hollowed out dry mountain.

These two scenes were fixed in Li Zhi's field of vision when he was engrossed, but as soon as he looked away or suddenly lost his mind, the scene immediately changed to another one.

The small courtyard on the green hill is still there.

That's probably the end of this memory fragment.

"In this memory fragment, I can walk casually, right?" Li Zhi turned his head and no longer looked at the mountain, but walked across the road.

[Yes, you can move around as much as you like.] The god of dice squinted at Li Zhi as he walked onto the road.

"Then I might as well go first......" he wanted to say that he wanted to learn about the environment in which the original owner had lived for three years.

However, he was walking on a road with no traffic, and suddenly a car came out of his way.

That's right, it was drilled out.

A spatial fault appeared out of thin air, perhaps a black hole, and a truck drilled out of it, directly hitting Li Zhi at an extremely high speed.

In this short distance, Li Zhi had no time to react.

After a whirlwind, he stood blankly at the school gate carrying a bag of egg fried rice.

Just...... What happened?

【Surprise! Welcome home! 】

{It seems to be something from college, but one day I received a chat log from a few years ago...... I don't remember who sent me the message. }

{He asked me, "Do you know?"} Sister Zhou was in a car accident? ”}

{I asked him if he was Sister Zhou.} }

{He said it was the one who delivered food at the school gate, and said she was on her way to deliver egg fried rice when she was hit by a car while crossing the street.} }

{I just remembered that I should call that person Sister Zhou.} }

{Later, during the winter vacation, I went back to take a look, the school had moved, the takeaway restaurant had also changed, and Sister Zhou's car accident seemed to be a long time ago.} }

{How old her daughter is and where she went, I don't know.} }

{I only learned from other people's mouths that Sister Zhou was in a car accident in the summer of 09, but it's been a year or three now.} }

{That summer, they must have been colder than they are now.} }

The voice of the original owner came out again, but Li Zhi heard that the voice was different from before, and it was a little more numb.

There was a corpse lying in a cone-shaped blood stain several meters long on the road, and the egg fried rice was rolling on the ground, but there was no car nearby.

When Li Zhi looked at her, the perspective was from top to bottom, and a pool of blood was still spreading from under her.

Two streaks of blood flowed from her unclosed eyes, a smile twisted into her mouth, and in silence, the stranger laughed from those who watched her.

Then came the sound of her cursing......

Cursing the injustice of fate, self-pity and crying for many years is not easy, and then resenting the child and man who is not by his side.

The onlooker's heart was blocked, and he couldn't help but look towards the small shop on the right.

The shop was gone, leaving only a roll-down door.

This is not right.

How could Li Zhi, who had seen that mother's side before, believe that such a gentle person would let out such a vicious curse.

Probably these are all conjectures of the original owner.

Li Zhi suddenly guessed something.

Then it snowed, and it was supposed to snow.

Her voice stopped.

A child appeared next to her corpse, crying out for Li Zhi's inaudible words, next to a wall of onlookers.

A few called 120, and the driver sat on the ground in a daze.

"Why did you say this happened?"

"The children of this family are not even sixteen, are they?"

"Where's her husband?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen her husband come here for almost ten years."

"And what about this kid?"

"What can I do?"

The voice of the crowd was heard clearly by Li Zhi.

There are some voices of smashing mouths, some jokes, saying that this mother is inappropriate, and there are also those who really feel that this mother and daughter are pitiful.

{When a person dies, everything about her becomes a talking point.} }

{When I returned, she had become many versions of the story.} }

Li Zhi pushed away the crowd, and the girl's voice appeared as if it were nothing.

The original owner should not have heard this girl's voice.

But I should have seen one time, at least one back.

The crowd that was pushed away by Li Zhi became a ball of dissipating snowflakes that melted into the blood water.

Then the snow stopped, melted, and it became the summer of '09, and the ground was so hot that it made people dizzy.

All that remains is the scene of a girl lying on her mother's corpse and crying.

He crouched down and took a closer look at the mother's appearance.

In the past nine years, at least five years, the man's skin had turned yellow, and the whitening of the skin caused by the blood loss had made some spots of black protrude.

"By the way, I can really do whatever I want?" Li Zhiyuguang glanced at the girl next to her - in the imagination of the original owner, she had not grown up.

[Yes, that's right, but you have to be able to change, just like now, if you want to resurrect her, you don't have a resurrection skill.] 】

The god of dice unfortunately broke Li Zhi's expected operation.

Of course, it thinks it is.

"So, there are some things I do that will affect reality?" Li Zhi continued to ask, "Don't tell me, all I have changed is the memory of the original owner." ”

If that's the case...... He didn't know what the point of this copy was, even if he guessed that the god of dice would prevaricate himself with "this is a part of the world of Cthulhu".

The dead are still dead, and all the changes are just lying to themselves, so it's better to just discard this copy and move on to the next one.

Tragedy is not for you.

【Yes!】 The god of dice is very sure that when you possess the original owner, everything you do will directly change, and if you are separated from the original owner at that time......

The god of dice thought for a moment, [I guess it will be corrected in various ways.] 】

After receiving a definite answer, Li Zhi smiled.

Smiling next to a person's corpse, it is estimated that others will think that he has a grudge against this person.

But no one saw the smile.

Li Zhi ** touched the top of the girl's head.

Her short hair, which is not braided, feels unusually smooth to the touch.

Then, whether the girl heard it or not, Li Zhi whispered in her ear, "I am not Moses, and I can't take you across the Red Sea, but remember that there will be a man named Li Zhi, who will save you in different ways in the future." ”

[I think I've heard this sentence there.] The god of dice recorded these words and found them feel familiar.

"Don't worry about it, I didn't even think about resurrection or anything like that." Li Zhi shrugged his shoulders: "As long as people don't die, there is no need to talk about resurrection." ”

"As long as the original owner has memories of 2009, I can go back in that year."

"Then save them."

{No one can save it.} }

The voice of the original owner came again {I can't save anyone.} }

In this regard, Li Zhi simply said that there was no need to argue, wait and see, and then walked towards the end of this memory fragment.