The supernatural phenomenon itself should be left to the supernatural being.

For Qingchen, it is not a loss to worship the Bodhisattva.

He likes to do the preparation in front of him and leave himself with no chance of regrets.

It will be half past nine o'clock in the evening.

Qingchen sat on the bed and glanced down at his mobile phone, there was only this faint light in the bedroom, and there were only a few words from Nan Gengchen at the same table in WeChat, and no one else sent him a message.

Mother Zhang Wanfang's WeChat avatar is quiet, which makes Qingchen feel a little lost.

Of course, it's just a hint.

In fact, he didn't blame his mother.

His father gambled and sold many properties in the family, as well as domestic violence and cheating, Qingchen didn't think there was anything wrong with his mother taking the initiative to divorce.

On the eve of the divorce of her parents, her grandmother once advised her mother not to divorce: How can you start a family in the future when a woman takes her teenage son as an oil bottle? Who will remarry you?

Qingchen, who heard all this, chose to live with his father when his parents divorced.

He remembered his parents' stunned expressions.

Now that his mother has started a new life and formed a happy new family, Qingchen may be a little lost, but he is still very careful not to disturb.

Countdown 2:31:12.

Qingchen suddenly thought of a question, if this is the last two and a half hours of his life, what should he do?

The question is both serious and romantic.

Because it's asking you what you want to do most in your life, but you haven't had time to do yet, or don't dare to do, what is it.

Unexpressed love.

Someone who wants to see but doesn't.

Where I wanted to go but didn't.

What you want to say but don't say...... It's all in the answer category.

This question goes straight to the heart.

Qingchen got up and put on his coat, and when there was not much left in the countdown, he chose to go out again.

He pushed his broken bike out of the house, got on it, and sped all the way to his destination.

The autumn nights are a little cooler, and the roads are becoming less and less crowded.

Qingchen stood up and pedaled the car quickly, and the coat of his coat was blown backwards by the night wind.

He does have a lot of regrets in his life, and there are many things he doesn't dare to do.

But tonight he doesn't need cowardice or fear, just courage.

He first went to the Peony Hotel, then to the Los Angeles Hotel, and then to the Luoyin Family Hospital, but there was no one he was looking for.

Qingchen rode his bicycle all the way through the alley, across the Qilihe Bridge at night, through the dim light of the street lamp, to a residential building.

When he saw the broken second-hand motorcycle downstairs, he heard the sound of mahjong on the second floor......

Immediately picked up his mobile phone and dialed 110: "Hey comrade police, I want to report that in Room 201, Unit 2, Building 17, Longteng Community, Luojian District, there are people gathering to gamble." ”

The police officer on the other side of the phone seemed to be stunned for two seconds before reacting: "Okay, we will arrange for the police to be dispatched now." ”

It was only at this time that Qingchen relieved himself, turned around and rode his bicycle home.

Thoughts.

When he got home, Qingchen glanced at the white lines on his arms.

Countdown 00:31:49.

In the last half hour, Qingchen turned on the lamp on the desk, quietly wrote a suicide note and left it on the table.

If he dies today, perhaps one day in the future, family and friends will be able to see the last words he wanted to say.

If he hadn't died, his life might have been different.

Countdown 00:00:12.

After writing the suicide note, Qingchen sat up, his right hand was tightly holding the boning knife, and in his clear eyes, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

The last moment, the more peaceful his mood became.

It's like a tsunami that is about to engulf an island, and the world stands still.

There are no undercurrents surging under the surface of the sea, only deep thinking and fiery courage!

10......

9......

8......

7......

6......

5......

4......

3......

2......

1.

No ghosts, no zombies, no disasters.

Qingchen quietly watched the world fall into a standstill, and the time on his phone seemed to be stuck at zero o'clock forever.

The clock hanging on the wall, the second hand suddenly stopped beating, and the light outside the window stopped flickering.

He moved slightly, the frozen time seemed to be shattered by his movements, and the world in his eyes shattered like a mirror.

Qingchen looked around with the boning knife in his hand, the desk was gone, the room was gone, and only darkness remained.

......

I don't know how long time has passed, but it seems that there is only a moment, and Qingchen suddenly lost the concept of time at this moment.

In the darkness, the fragments of the world began to be put back together, and the fragments that came out of nowhere were combined into a new world in an instant.

Qingchen was lying on a cramped hard bed, a completely unfamiliar environment that he had never been to before.

He first looked at his palm, which was empty, and the boning knife he was holding had long since disappeared.

He looked at his arm again, and was shocked to see that the white lines on his arm had changed.

"Return countdown 47:59:59."

The next moment, the countdown jumps by one second: the return countdown 47:59:58.