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As I approached the bus, I stopped, my heart fluttering, and I even wanted to laugh a little.

I stood next to the bus and watched as a few students squeezed desperately upward, and the carriage with a maximum capacity of twenty people was forced into nearly ten more people.

But that's not why I want to laugh a little, I want to laugh because I see the illusory numbers jumping above their heads.

From left to right, the number of days, is zero, hours, is zero, minutes, five minutes, seconds, twenty seconds, nearly eighty percent of the people in this car are this number, and the other two percent, the number of days ranges from five to one hundred.

I knew what that meant, and I thought about it, and the bridge ahead seemed to be being repaired.

They are all going to die, what I see is the countdown to death, the longest of them can only live for more than a hundred days, presumably because of his serious injuries and died, right? I didn't die on the spot, so I guess my luck is good.

Could it be that someone else's corpse helped him to block some fatal bruises? What a lucky one.

I turned around and walked home, school life is boring, especially now, the third year of high school, the third year of high school, for me, it's hell, I can relax today, after all, the bridge will collapse in a while, and it's understandable that I can't go to school, right? Presumably the teacher won't pay much attention to it.

"Hello? Wang Mosha? You can squeeze in here, and you're going to be late! ”

Turning my head, I noticed that the person who was carrying a black schoolbag at the door of the bus, hanging diagonally, almost falling off, was one of my classmates, her name was Su Xiaomeng, I always heard people say that she was very cute and cute, but I never felt this way.

"Huh? It's okay, I can also take a taxi. "I don't say anything indifferent, I have almost no friends in the class, maybe it's because I always have a dead face, right? I don't care about that kind of thing anyway.

Only Su Xiaomeng, who is quite outgoing, likes to flirt with me, just because she thinks I'm cool, very handsome, yes, cool, handsome, such a childish and superficial word will one day be used to describe me.

When Su Xiaomeng heard this, he frowned, helpless in his heart, why is this person so indifferent? The more Wang Mosha is like this, the more curious she is about Wang Mosha, what makes such a teenager so silent?

is manifested in daily life, it is to joke and care about everything, but these seem to be of little use to Wang Mosha, a wooden man.

He was as taciturn as ever.

"Okay, whatever you want." After Su Xiaomeng finished speaking, I turned around and left, without even looking at her.

The sky is getting more and more gloomy, the dark clouds are black as if they are about to drip ink, I have not been very good since I was a child, I am susceptible to wind and cold, I quickened my pace, and walked towards the community where my house is located, for fear that the rain will call me directly.

Just a few seconds after leaving, I vaguely heard an exclamation, followed by a crashing sound, listening to that sound, it seemed to be Su Xiaomeng? She usually likes to yell in class, so I am familiar with her voice.

I turned my head and glanced at it, and found that Su Xiaomeng was squeezed down, and her schoolbag also fell to the ground, stained with dust, and I saw that the number above her head suddenly changed from more than four minutes to more than seventy years, and she escaped.

I walked towards her, the zipper of the bag was not tightened, and as the bag fell, the book was also spilled on the ground, and I was going to help her clean it up, because I remember that she picked it up for me not long ago after I accidentally touched the floor.

Su Xiaomeng stared fiercely at the person on the bus, and the noisy voices in the carriage blurred the ears of the bus driver. He didn't notice that there was no one missing at the door, and drove away, I walked to her, she was still sitting on the ground, heard footsteps, turned her head, she looked at me, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, I bent down, picked up the school bag, patted the soil, and held it in my arms, and then I picked up three or four books that were spilled on the ground, patted them clean and stuffed them into the school bag, at this time, I noticed that her face was a little red, and I saw her arm twist unnaturally, I realized that she seemed to want to make this gesture of reaching out just now, Did she think I was going to drag her up?

Naïve child, think too much.

I looked at her curiously, to see her next move, to see how far she could do her own affection, she noticed my gaze, very embarrassed, and hurriedly stood up, but because of the pain in her ankles, her body was crooked, and there was a tendency to fall to the ground, I gently supported her, feeling that she had stood firm, I withdrew my hand, and handed her the schoolbag with the other hand.

Su Xiaomeng was even more embarrassed, she blushed, took the schoolbag, whispered thank you, and then looked at me directly, of course, this is my guess, because the next second after I handed her the schoolbag, I immediately turned around and left.

"Wait, wait for me, where are you going to wait for a rental? I'll go too. Su Xiaomeng limped a little and chased after her, I turned my head impatiently and said to her, "What's the matter with you?" ”

This person is so annoying, I knew to let her fall again, presumably this way won't bother me again, right?

I suddenly felt that my own hands were a little cheap.

When she heard it, she was obviously a little stunned by my yelling, and her eyes gradually became clouded with a layer of mist, and I saw that she seemed to be crying, so I quickly turned around and ran, not because I felt guilty because I yelled at her, but because I knew how annoying a girl who cried.

Just after running more than ten meters, I vaguely heard her laughter, and thought to myself, should this person be nervous by my yelling? Do I have the talent to practice the lion roar?

Su Xiaomeng watched him run away in a funny hurry, feeling that his every move was so cute, and laughed unconsciously, and could only say that her nerves were really big, she just fell and sprained her foot and was yelled unceremoniously by Wang Mosha, crying, and now she broke into laughter, if Wang Mosha knew her mental activities, she might even have the urge to cut her with a kitchen knife, right?

Three minutes later, I stood in the empty elevator, sweating, panting, and with that demonic laughter echoing in my heart, pressing the button on the thirteenth floor, I took a deep breath, pressed down my rapidly beating heart, and finally came back in my heart.

Crackling! Rumble!

The sound came into my ears, I didn't have to think about it to know that there was just a thunder flash in the sky, the weather in summer, changing rapidly, I felt a little lucky, I will catch a cold when it rains, the uncomfortable and powerless feeling of cold, I don't want to experience it once, in case of a real cold, I have to take Chinese medicine, which is even more painful.

Stepping out of the elevator, my footsteps sounded in the silent corridor, and when I reached the end of the corridor, I took out the key and opened the door of my house, my mother died early, and my father was a bus driver who rarely went home, all relying on his salary of four or five thousand a month to provide for me and his living expenses.

I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, at 7:20, turned into the bedroom, picked up my phone and walked to the living room, picked up the paper cup on the table in the living room, I went to the water dispenser and took a glass of water, and then I walked to the balcony and looked somewhere in the distance.

That's where the bridge is being repaired, and when the slag project collapses, I can wait two minutes before I can ask the head teacher for leave.

Looking at the pouring rain outside, I opened the window on the balcony through a small gap, stretched out my hand, and let the bean-sized raindrops fall on the back of my hand, and my thoughts flew for a while.

The first time I realized my abilities was when I was very young, maybe five or six years old, when I saw with my own eyes how a man with a string of zeros on his head and finally a number ten left this world.

I was standing on the side of the road, the man was walking on the zebra crossing, what was the color of the traffic light, I also forgot, I only remember the bloody scene, the man couldn't do anything to resist, he was ruthlessly killed by a sports car, and at that time, I realized something.

Destiny.

This is a word that I learned later, and many people have learned this word and spent their whole lives to understand the meaning behind this word, but it only took me ten seconds to understand what it meant.

It's hard to say what it's like to see fate, and for me, I don't need to feel it, because that only adds to the sadness.

Thinking back to the present, I looked at the time on my phone, at 7:22, I roughly estimated that within this minute, those people would collectively have a less free fall and turn into a group of water ghosts.

The glass of the balcony reflected my face, and I subconsciously glanced at it, and I suddenly thought of something that had puzzled me for a long time, I couldn't see my own date of death, maybe because this number only appeared above everyone's head, right?

In short, no matter what he does, how long can he live, I can see it, those who will die will always die, and in this world, there is no one who will not die.

Time's up.

The dust rose in the distance, and the heavy rain could not suppress the dust that rose into the sky, and the bridge broke from it, and the bus drove right to the center of the bridge, and the dust rushed into the sky, and countless lives fell into hell, and there were more than 20 cars on the bridge, most of which also fell, and only a few of them were lucky enough not to fall in.

There were probably a few hundred deaths in this accident, but I don't care, it's just a number for me.

I looked at it for a while, and felt that it was not interesting, so I walked back to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, pulled open the quilt that was still warm, and shrunk in, rainy days, especially thunderstorms, are the best time to sleep.

In the quilt, I dialed the head teacher's phone and explained in detail why I couldn't come to school today, at first the head teacher was a little unconvinced, after all, a bridge collapsed, killing and injuring hundreds of people This kind of thing is very shocking for ordinary people, but he finally agreed, for this kind of thing, I really have no reason to lie to him, such a big accident will definitely be reported on the news, and it will be clear whether it is true or false at a glance, so he is not afraid that I will lie to him.

Putting down my phone, I fell asleep slowly, my heart was extremely calm, I knew that I actually had a chance to save those people, but it didn't do me any good, on the contrary, I might be commended for this incident, and the next thing must be a secret investigation, to investigate why I knew that the bridge was going to collapse, I didn't want to break my peaceful life, so I never bothered about this kind of thing.

My thoughts fell silent, and I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, I woke up, got up, I looked at the dark room, picked up my phone, and looked at the time.

1:10 p.m.

I rubbed my eyes, opened the bedroom curtains, looked at the dark sky outside, and felt that something was wrong, it was no longer raining outside, but why was it still dark? Thunderstorms come and go quickly, and they shouldn't be like this now.

Feeling a little hungry, I put this anomaly behind me, picked up a bag of bread on my desk, took out two slices, ate a few bites, and walked to the living room.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt a cold and damp breath blowing over my face, the living room was still the same living room, but I always felt that something was wrong.

In the same way that I feel when outsiders come into my house, I have a feeling of disgust and boredom.

"Hello? Is anyone here? I screamed at the empty living room, and of course no one answered.

I feel a little nervous, am I affected by this strange environment? Possibly.

The living room was dim, I tried to turn on the light in the living room, but found that the switch failed, the light could not be turned on at all, a chill gradually surged into my heart, the subconscious suddenly warned, my scalp exploded instantly, the hair stood on end, I rushed to the door of the living room in three steps and two steps, the door to the outside of the room was close at hand, and the next second, I held the doorknob.

Click, click, I turned the doorknob hard, but the door wouldn't open!

Turning, I slammed my back against the door, my eyes glancing around, staring closely at the dim and cold living room in front of me, hoping to find something out of the ordinary, but after a few seconds, I found nothing.

I feel a little wrong, what's going on? Could it be that I'm thinking too much?

Suddenly, I felt an extremely sharp pain in my wrist, I was already nervous and subconsciously howled, and wanted to withdraw my hand in horror, but the pain intensified, and my head finally reacted, I turned my head and looked down to see that there were many black vine-like things drilled out of the keyhole, and then a thick moisture came to my face.

I finally realized what I had encountered.

Hell, it's hard for me to understand why I thought of this thing directly, and not Resident Evil or something.

"Am I going to die here?" The thought came to me irrepressibly, but strangely, after I figured it out, the suffocating fear strangely dissipated.

On the ceiling, on the floor, in the cracks in the walls, outside the balcony windows where a small gap was squeezed out, hundreds of tiny vines were densely gushing, and the target was me.

I closed my eyes and waited for that moment to come, and sure enough, a few seconds later my neck was cold, and I imagined this horrible scene.

A large mass of black vines strangled a living person to death in a matter of seconds, and then crushed into a pile of meat sauce, which was broken down by unknown digestive juices and turned into a pile of organic matter that became nourishment.

Disappearing into the world like this, I felt the incomparably strong sense of oppression and the ensuing feeling of suffocation enveloping my whole body, my heart was extremely calm, and I wondered why I wasn't afraid, maybe I had seen too many dead people? So not scared anymore?

For some reason, there seemed to be a voice deep inside my heart telling me that I couldn't die.

I know what it is.

To ****** survival instinct, Lao Tzu doesn't need this thing from the chromosomes of his ancestors, people, if they die, they will die, people have to die, why care about sooner or later?

I've seen through it a long time ago.

An extremely uncomfortable feeling came to me, my consciousness gradually blurred, I was about to die, I felt my body start to tremble irregularly, I knew that this was a sign of fear, because of the lack of oxygen, my will could no longer reach my body, my body betrayed me, he actually felt afraid.

Until, I even had time to resent my body and quietly escaped, and I lost my life forever.