“......”

The raven was silent.

"It shouldn't be like this, is it?"

Huai Shi whispered: "I know that not everyone should like me, I may not be social or popular, but there may be times when some people's actions need some punishment, but none of them should die."

They were all living people, and like me, they didn't deserve to die, just as those in the clubhouse didn't deserve to die, even though they may be guilty, but they are innocent. ”

"So, I don't like what you say. ”

Huai Shi looked into her eyes and emphasized word by word: "-Very, very, very disliked." ”

“...... Oops, hey, why are you so fierce. ”

The crow turned his head and sobbed as if he was sad: "Big sister, I'm also good for you, besides, now that my sister's whole bird is yours, can't you test it a little before you start cooperating?"

As she spoke, she blinked her teary eyes, "For my sister's honest face, can I give me a chance to make amends?" Plan A doesn't work, we still have Plan B." ”

It's a pity that a crow does not look like this in the slightest.

“...... What Plan B?"

"It's simple. ”

The raven gave him one last look, "Since you don't want to kill others......"

She said, "Then I'll have to kill you." ”

At that moment, Huai Shi's eyes darkened.

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Huai Shi had a long dream.

In the drift, he seemed to have just finished work and was about to go home, and when he was waiting for the subway, he seemed to despise a certain waste wood employee who was fired by himself during the day, and then, the roar of the subway came from the depths of the tunnel.

Before he had time to put away his phone, he heard a resentful voice behind him: "Go die!"

In the next moment, a pair of hands pushed on his back.

He fell, he flew, he fell again, towards the rails. The lights on the front of the subway car grew brighter and closer, and then, Huai Shi was crushed and torn apart, and the last thing I heard was the crisp sound of his own skull cracking.

Unspeakable pain came, and before he could scream, or even fear, his consciousness quickly blurred.

Immediately afterward, he seems to have become a business tycoon who dominates the global economy, and now he is cornered, trapped in a park, betraying his assistants and sending him an ultimatum to surrender.

Huai Shi smiled coldly, and then raised her pistol at him.

Bang!

There was a soft sound from the helicopter in the distance, Huai Shi couldn't feel his body, and at the last moment, he heard his assistant shouting blankly: "Don't shoot, he didn't ......"

Got a headshot?

In the drowsiness, Huai Shi didn't react, like a series of nightmares, he suddenly became a middle-aged angry uncle again, wearing strange power armor, carrying a gun, rushed into the Louvre and fought with a group of strangely shaped Zerg creatures, and then quickly died.

This time, the last realization turned out to be:, I want to read the file......

Read the file, read the file, read you, Rem!

He began to laugh at himself, but immediately he could not laugh, for he seemed to be hung on the gate again, with nails in his hands, but he felt no pain, and his whole body was fluttering, as if drunk, and he was smirking at the white-haired man in front of him.

But why is this guy glaring at himself? Did he do something wrong?

Soon, the moonlight flashed and he was beheaded.

This time it's a decapitation.

Then, in the midst of the frenzied cheers of the multitude, he seemed to be tied to a stake and burned to death in the flames, and someone roared excitedly: "Die, heretic!"

And then he went to die again.

In this way, over and over again, to death in different tricks, poisoned, drowned, hanged, burned, stuffed into a meat grinder, sent to the emergency room, accidentally pushed, killed by all kinds of people and themselves for all kinds of things.

Again and again and again.

Dead and dead

I don't know how many times I died.

By the end of his life, he was on the verge of numbness—completely unconscious.

That's the end of it, right?

He fell into a deep sleep as if he were freed.

In a final moment, he seemed to look back at where all the illusions had come from, and finally got a glimpse of the nature of those deaths. It was as if those deaths had become flying black pages. Countless dancing blacks overlapped like snow, and they converged into a sea of sadness and despair, outlining the silent world.

That may be what the Book of Destiny really looks like.

An icy world that dies in solitude.

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The room was silent, save for the tiny sound of branches of events constantly writing on the book of fate.

The illusory crow stared at Huai Shi quietly, and through his shell, it seemed to catch a glimpse of his exuberant burning essentia.

It is only the consciousness of one person, but when the thoughts rub against each other, the sparks that burst out are as dazzling as flames.

The crow glanced at the Book of Destiny and couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, if it hadn't been for its continuous extraction of essentia, you would have awakened several years ago......

Until she woke up in the book, she had been constantly observing Huaishi.

Therefore, it can be concluded through various signs: Huai Shi may have stepped behind the door of the sublimator with one foot. Otherwise, a pure ordinary person would probably not be recognized as the holder of the Book of Destiny at all, and she would not have bet so easily.

Now, on the title page of today, next to Huai's name, the words 'stress period' in parentheses are getting thicker and thicker, as if they are accumulating strength and trying to change.

But every time it changes, it seems to encounter invisible resistance, and it returns to its original position again.

Soon, an invisible force tugged at the quill and moved into the blank space of the upper page, drawing a curved arc.

With the passage of time, the arc slowly grows and gradually evolves into a perfect circle, but the last little gap cannot be bridged no matter what.

"It's even close?"

The crow muttered in amazement.

Generally speaking, the stress period is the process by which human nature detaches itself from the sea of silver, becomes essentia, and gradually returns to consciousness.

In the process, the unique soul of the sublimator will be forged.

This period is usually very short, and unlike the structure of the soul, the shortest record in history takes only five minutes and twelve seconds, and the longer one is only five or six months...... Even crows are the first time they have seen them, and there are people who have not been able to get through the stress period after six or seven years.

Even if it has been in an 'empty blue' state for a long time because of the extraction of the Book of Destiny over the years, it is a bit too exaggerated, right?

Originally, she thought that with the impact of those death records in the book, it would only take a few minutes for Huai Shi to be able to break through the barrier logically, but she didn't expect that this guy was already standing at the gate, but he just didn't go in!

The casting of the soul is only a little bit short.

Just a little bit......

"What's missing?"

The crow couldn't help but squint his eyes.

There was something that was crucial in the end, that she had overlooked.

This feeling was really unpleasant, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out why.

The existence of the soul is the sublimation of nature and consciousness, and what is contained in it is the essence of human nature. It is precisely because everyone is different that there are so many souls in the world that are not the same.

The build process stalled could only be one reason.

Huai Shi himself.

But even if she wanted to retrieve Huaishi's records through the branches, she could only read the content after Huaishi picked up the Book of Destiny when she was ten years old.

Further on, there is only a blank space......

Through the description between the lines, she can clearly see what Huai Shi is trying to hide. But what it was, she couldn't see.

Huai Shi doesn't open his mouth to say, this can only be an eternal secret.

In the midst of the crow's contemplation, the broken circle changed again.

Pitch-black ink emerges from it, relying on the change of arcs, forming the outline of the 'waning moon'.

“...... Is it the phase of the moon?"

The crow was stunned for a moment, and sighed softly: "It's really rare." ”

Although the structure of the soul is not yet complete, the attributes have emerged - in the classification of the Book of Destiny, the attributes corresponding to the phases of the moon are the essora of the person, that is, the soul itself.

Most of the abilities of the souls under the moon phase classification are also aimed at the soul, such as mind manipulation, consciousness modification, and spiritual repair, and this branch is a symbol of weirdness and mystery for most sublimators.

"Unfortunately, the pattern is too small. ”

The crow shook his head in disgust, "It's too small......"

Relying on weirdness and fear may be able to achieve a moment and a dark place, but the center of the real stage in this world will never be reserved for those who will only hide in the dark.

I don't know how long it took, Huai Shi's breathing became heavy, and her eyelids blinked, as if she was about to wake up from a dream.

She sighed, and the branch slowly lifted up, tapping at the center of the moon wheel.

Leave a little ink.

And the crow's color became paler and paler.

"Here's your chance, Huaishi. She whispered, "Whether you can build a bridge or not, from fiction to reality, is up to you." ”

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"That's it. ”

The henchman rushed into the office excitedly, holding a mobile hard drive in his hand: "Master, after that box was snatched away by Chen Quan's bastard, all the surveillance footage along the way is here." ”

"Are your hands and feet clean?"

The man known as the master seemed to have not slept for a long time, his eyes were red, and when he raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looked extremely hideous.

The henchman subconsciously shuddered and squeezed out a smile:

"Don't worry, I found someone else to get it, and I didn't leave our names. Even if someone tracks him down, at most they will find him. ”

"Good. ”

Master took the hard drive, didn't mention anything more, wandered back and forth in the office, for a long time, finally made up his mind, and stomped his feet.

"Go and tell the old men and women to have Mass on weekend nights, and let them all come, and whoever doesn't come, don't come. ”

The henchman was stunned for a moment, "Didn't it just hold it the day before yesterday? They are all used to coming at the end of the month......"

"Then can't you just find any excuse!" Master was furious and glared at his face: "Do you want me to help you think of excuses?

"Okay, okay, you have the final say. ”

The henchmen didn't dare to touch the moldy head again, and they ran away with their heads.

In the silent office, the middle-aged man with a slight premature aging was silent for a long time, closed the door, and lingered for a long time before plugging in the hard drive and starting to watch the bits and pieces of information.

The man from the warehouse suddenly pulled out a gun and killed people, took the holy relics, and then was wounded in the counterattack, exploded, and fled all the way...... Finally burrow into a small alley.

In the rapid advancement of the timeline, the boy with the piano case on his back walked into the box, and soon, coming out of it, the picture was frozen again.

Stopped at that slightly immature face.

"It's ...... you"

The master leaned closer to the screen, his scarlet eyes staring at the boy in the frame.