"Thank you, sir, for your help. I wonder if there is anything sir needs or what we can do? ”

Jing Chen faced Lao Chen, his expression was very calm.

He was telling the truth, he was just trying, and he helped the Bureau of Divergents more than expected, and it was also unexpected.

"Feel free to give me some potion materials...... Well, I haven't eaten breakfast yet, and I think the steamed buns sold over there are quite fragrant. Think of it as a fortune-telling hexagram. ”

"After the meeting, the Bureau of Abnormal Investigation will provide Mr. with a list of materials that we have and can provide, and Mr. will see what he needs."

Lao Chen answered, then turned around and walked towards the river, and walked towards the shop selling steamed buns a little farther away.

Jing Chen glanced at Lao Chen, who walked away, turned his gaze back, and then landed on the reptile sitting in a wheelchair.

The reptile also raised its head at this time, revealing a somewhat gray face under the hood, and a tearing wound on the neck that was difficult to erase.

"Investigator Snake has any questions for me?"

Jing Chen asked equally calmly in response to the reptilian's calm gaze.

The reptile nodded,

"I don't know sir, can you know me, how long can I live?"

The reptilian voice is somewhat hoarse and indistinct.

“…… More than a month. ”

Jing Chen looked at the injuries on the reptilian's body, although his lower limbs were wearing long pants and shoes, it seemed to be as usual,

But Jing Chen could clearly feel that under the pants, there was only a shadow.

At the same time, Jing Chen also felt a distorted and chaotic feeling on the reptile,

Obviously, after a series of injuries, it is not far from being out of control.

Immediately after, following this question, Jing Chen peeked into the picture of the death of the reptile.

In the not-too-distant future, the reptile died out of control,

"Maybe the 'Lord of Flesh' potion will help you a little."

For Jing Chen, a person who obviously has special prophetic abilities, almost pronounced his death,

The reptile behaved very calmly, and his gray face did not change as before, but nodded again,

"I see, I'll give it a try."

Then, he turned his head to the side not far away, which looked at the stall of the old man Hong, who came to tell fortunes in an endless stream of guests.

There was a pause in his gaze.

"Sir, give it, I don't know what flavor you like to eat, I bought some for each."

Lao Chen walked back at this time with a big bag of steaming buns,

"Investigator Chen, this is to wrap my breakfast, noon and evening meals...... I can't eat that much. Investigator Chen, you two haven't had breakfast yet, right? ”

Jing Chen took the big bag, took out two small bags of buns from it, and then said to Lao Chen and the two with a smile.

When Lao Chen heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Last night I was nervous about dealing with the plan of the 'Lord of Flesh',

From this morning to now, he has been busy with follow-up matters, not to mention him, and the other senior investigators of the Abnormal Investigation Bureau who rushed back to various places basically didn't remember that they still needed to have breakfast.

Hurried to come to Wang'an City again, he really didn't eat.

"Actually, I don't need to eat much......

Lao Chen just said this, then carried the bag of buns and paused,

I handed a few to the reptile next to me, and then I took a steaming bun and bit it with some silence.

Then, I followed the crawler and looked in the direction, and looked at the fortune-telling booth next to it that was related to 'fate', and my eyes were a little heavy.

Although the problem of the Lord of Flesh and Blood has been solved for the time being, the problem of Wang'an City is far from over.

Even, the crisis brought by 'fate' is even more bizarre.

Although it seems that there is no serious and obvious harm other than the 'white thread'.

But what does it mean for an individual to be connected to a 'white thread'?

Does it mean that from now on, that person's fate is like a marionette, like a play,

Completely manipulated, I don't even know it.

Just thinking about it like this, Lao Chen seemed to see a world that seemed to be alive, but was actually dead.

It's chilling.

Even at this moment, he didn't know if he had a white thread connected to the sky.

"Sir. Can you give us some inspiration for some of the more hidden and weird problems in Wang'an City? ”

Even the name of 'fate' is not easy to say directly,

Lao Chen put down the bun that he had only eaten one bite, and first looked at the old man Hong and the old man Hong, the steady stream of guests.

Then he turned his head to look at Jing Chen, with some extravagant hopes in his eyes.

He just thought that although this mysterious gentleman was powerful, the 'prophecy' involving these 'gods' might still have a great price.

It's impossible to give them answers and revelations every time,

But with a little impossible extravagance, he still asked.

Jing Chen looked at Lao Chen and paused.

He himself is a little hairy about this 'fate'.

He wasn't sure if his ability to see the future came from 'fate'.

If it is true, then can it be useful for him to use the ability of fate to peek at fate itself?

The weirdness of the white silk thread made Jing Chen a little scared, and through the barrier of time, it fell on his head when he peeked into the future picture.

However, after a pause, Jing Chen still looked at the scene in front of him again, and gradually concentrated.

Then, a vision of the future presented to him.

It's like peeking into the bloody world, it's not like peeking into the future, but Jing Chen himself falls into such a world.

This exaggerated and shocking picture made Jing Chen move his lips, and he wanted to stop talking.

What a world this is.

In front of me, it is still the scene on the bank of the Wang'an River,

It's just that from near to far, the whole world is densely packed, and the intertwined and intricate silk threads fill the entire field of vision.

From the ground to the sky!

On everyone who walks by, on the dead grass and dense foliage trees by the roadside, on the birds rising from the river,

Even on rivers, on the ground, on airplanes sailing through the sky, on buildings in the distance.

The living, the dead, the old, the young, the animals, the buildings, the plants, and even the mountains and rivers,

Everything that can be seen has such white silk threads that connect to the sky, and fate is constrained.

With the continuous movement of people or animals, the white silk threads are still intertwined with each other, complex and dense.

It feels like the whole world is a woolen toy made of white silk threads, and he is inside.

Jing Chen looked at this terrifying scene, and slowly raised his head along the white line on the ground that connected to the sky.

And then...... I saw an indescribable, chaotic, massive, twisted, irregular intertwined of white threads.

The mixture of twisted white threads stretched out from each white thread like a tentacle and connected to the ground.

From time to time, those white silk threads trembled, and the creatures and objects connected to them on the ground underwent some changes.

I don't know if it's the white gaze that controls the change in the fate of that thing, or if the things that are connected by the white gaze affect the flutter of the white gaze.

Presumably the former.

"Boom ......"

In the distance, a building fell down as if it had fallen into disrepair.

In the fading roar, Jing Chen closed his eyes.

When I opened it again, the strange and shocking scene of the white silk thread world disappeared,

I saw Lao Chen standing in front of the booth and the reptile in a wheelchair again.

"I'm sorry, I can't find an answer to the question in the future, and I can't give an answer."

Jing Chen looked at Lao Chen, and in the future picture, he didn't see the answer to Lao Chen's question.

How to deal with fate?

It looks more like things are moving towards irretrievable peace of mind.

"Thank you, sir. After a while, we'll come back and ask about the future. ”

Lao Chen and the reptile only paused at Jing Chen's words, and did not show much frustration.

It doesn't matter if they don't have a future, they've always done what they did to create the future.

"Hmm."

Jing Chen nodded, and then looked at Lao Chen and the two who were about to say goodbye and leave,

looked at the fortune-telling booth of the old man Hong next to him,

Thinking about the terrifying and shocking scene I just saw, I was a little divergent.

Turning back again, he subconsciously touched the blood eagle parked on his shoulder, and the blood eagle let him stroke the blood-colored feathers, followed his hand, and lowered his body.

I don't know why, Jing Chen suddenly remembered the dream of the girl and the woolen toy he had made before,

shook his head, and then remembered the broken white silk thread on Lao Chen's head before.

He had a conjecture at the time that as long as the 'marionette' was beyond the range of the 'silk thread', the 'silk thread' would be broken.

It's like a marionette with a consciousness of its own, stubbornly moving in the opposite direction of the 'silk thread' until it exceeds the length of the silk thread's constraints, and then the silk thread breaks.

It seems that the future of those who have gone beyond the 'fate' to connect the white silk thread is also like this.

In other words, if you want to change the white thread on the heads of these people, you may need to break the established future of these people?

It's just that

The appearance of Old Man Hong's wife, the white silk thread that spread indirectly, made Jing Chen suspicious, and it was not easy to test it again.

“…… Investigator Tatsu, if you want to break the control of 'fate', you have to break the established future of 'fate'. However, if you come into contact with someone who is controlled by 'fate', you may also be drawn into fate. Hope this helps you guys a little. ”

Jing Chen raised his head, and finally said out loud to Lao Chen and the reptile who were leaving.

Lao Chen and the reptile each chewed on this sentence.

"Thank you, sir, for the revelation, and we will keep this valuable message in mind."

After thanking him again, Lao Chen and the reptile still left.

Jing Chen watched Lao Chen and the reptile leave, still sitting behind the stall.

Thinking about the things of 'fate', I am somewhat worried,

After looking around again, I saw a familiar figure again.

“…… Mr? ”

It was the young man who looked a little tired on his face, but the whole person was a lot more relaxed, and his steps were brisk.

After looking around, after seeing Jing Chen's side, he asked with the same uncertainty as Lao Chen and the others.

"Sit down. How is your mother doing? ”

"Alright, alright! It's not the same as before, thank you sir. ”

Confirming that Jing Chen was the mysterious fortune teller in his memory, the young man said to Jing Chen with some excitement.

"My mother would have come over to thank you for your help and guidance. But she was so tired that I persuaded her to fall asleep in the hotel after eating something in the morning. ”

"I'll take her to visit you later."

"Then no, I didn't do anything. It is you who have worked tirelessly to guard your mother day and night these days. There are many more people who have done more. ”

Jing Chen smiled a little and said to the young man.

The young man paused, remembering the official staff of the hotel, as if he understood something?

"Regardless of the rest, I still have to thank you, sir, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do, sir......"

As he spoke, the young man fumbled around his body, and then took out a large envelope, which was bulging and obviously contained a lot of money.

"Sir, I don't know much about these rules...... I really don't know how to thank you......"

"Then bring me a bottle of water, the previous guest bought me some buns, and I was a little choked when I ate them."

Jing Chen smiled and said to the young man.

The young man faced Jing Chen's smile, pinched the money in his hand and couldn't hand it over.

I even feel a little ashamed.

"Sir, I'll buy it for you. What do you drink? ”

Then he stood up, but he still put the money in the envelope in his hand on Jing Chen's stall.

"Let's have a bottle of mineral water."

"Okay, sir, I'll buy it now, you can wait a minute......"

Hearing Jing Chen's words, the young man hurriedly ran to buy water, as if he was afraid that Jing Chen would refuse the money he gave again.

Jing Chen looked at the stall with the bulging envelope and smiled,

He didn't say anything more, he really didn't lack this money.

Not long after, the young man ran back again,

The things in his hand are far more than the same, there are mineral water from Jing Chenti, a few bottles of drinks, and even a cup of milk tea.

“…… Sir, you have been waiting for a long time, give ......"

"You have so many things, how can I drink them."

"Hey, drink slowly, drink slowly......"

The young man smiled and put the drink in front of Jing Chen's stall.

"Okay...... Anything else to ask? ”

"No, I came here this time to thank Mr. Xia for your guidance and help. Also tell me the news that your mother is well. ”

"Then sir, I won't bother."

The young man said with a smile, and without staying here any longer, he was ready to leave.

"Okay, remember later, your mother didn't mention the previous thing, so don't take the initiative to mention it. Try to say as little as possible about the previous events, as if nothing had happened. ”

"Got it, thank you sir."

The young man answered, and left.

Jing Chen sat in front of the stall here, watched the young man walk away, turned his head again, and looked at the blood eagle that had fallen from his shoulder to the side.

"Buns, do you want to eat them?"

Jing Chen took out a meat bag from the bag and shook it at the blood eagle, not quite sure.

The blood eagle raised his head, looked at Jing Chen with blood-red eyes, and then looked at the bun in Jing Chen's hand, but did not make a sound.

Jing Chen looked at it again,

"If you don't eat, you don't have to eat. You can eat whatever I eat, or you can find something to eat yourself. ”

With a toss, he ran the bun towards the Blood Eagle.

The blood eagle moved, opened its sharp beak, and lightly clamped the bun that Jing Chen ran over,

Then after a few movements, he threw the bun over.

"Good fellow, the catch is quite accurate."

Jing Chen was happy, although he just picked up this special species,

But he's really just a pet.

“…… Let's let'......, let's "

"Squeeze Nima, you squeeze!"

"Why the hell are you looking for death?"

At this time, Jing Chen heard a voice next to him again.

Well?

This is quite special, the guests in front of the old man Hong's booth next door, out of awe of the old man Hong,

The queues are exceptionally orderly and polite, and it is rare to hear this kind of voice.

Jing Chen raised his head and saw a little farther away, next to the street,

A stall selling snacks here quickly packed up his stall car, got on the car, and ran away while shouting.

glanced behind him, and it turned out that there was a city management all the way here.

And the vendor who fled the scene out of respect for the chengguan profession, and when he left in a hurry, the electric tricycle he drove crowded into a passerby.

The one who passed by was a young man, with a somewhat gloomy expression, who was squeezed by the car, and stumbled a few times towards the river.

Waiting to regain his footing, he scolded a few words at the vendor who ran away, and his eyes showed resentment beyond ordinary people.

In his hand, he unconsciously put it in his trouser pocket, and there seemed to be something in that pocket.

Then, staring at the vendor for a long time, he turned back again.

At this moment, after he regained his footing, he was already next to the sidewalk by the Wang'an River.

glanced at the two fortune-telling stalls that the city management ignored, and then walked towards Jing Chen.