"Hello?"

"Hey ?!!"

The sound of calls kept coming from the microphone of the mobile phone, but Townsend did not hang up and did not reply.

He walked over to the battery car, which had been twisted by the crash, found the briefcase, found a piece of paper inside, and deftly cut and folded it with both hands to make it look like a paper figure.

Then he shook his wrist, threw the paper out, landed where he had been lying in the car crash, and suddenly transformed into a human.

The dummy was exactly the same as Town's Son, and there was no difference in the blood-stained clothes on his body, but his eyes were dull and lifeless.

This is the ability of the "paper man stand-in".

If Townsend didn't have the ability to maintain it, this double would only exist for an hour.

Tang Sen controlled the paper man to adjust his posture, and placed the phone not far from the palm of the paper man's hand, then stepped back and looked at it for a while.

Syllable.

He snapped his fingers, and the paper figure suddenly became more real, his lower body completely twisted, and blood slowly flowed from under him, and the smell of blood filled around him.

This is the ability to "create illusions".

After doing all this, Townsend meticulously checked the surrounding street lamps, made sure that there were no cameras on the country road, cleaned up all suspicious traces, and then walked lightly and without leaving any footprints, hid in a jungle of wood, snapped his fingers again, and let himself be wrapped in illusions.

Now, the whole scene is exactly what a normal car accident looks like.

A few minutes later, a car approached with its high beams on, slowed down as it approached the scene of the crash, and then quickly accelerated past the scene.

Then several cars passed, some stopped far away to make a call to the police, and some stretched out their mobile phones from the window to take a video, but no one dared to get close to check the situation at the scene.

It wasn't until half an hour later that police cars and ambulances finally arrived at the scene.

A doctor and a nurse on a stretcher hurried over, and the doctor checked the dummy's nose and pulse, and checked the injury.

Under the influence of hallucinations, the doctor, who is an ordinary person, did not find anything abnormal.

He sighed and stood up.

"It's too late, confirmed dead."

The policeman standing next to him also sighed and said, "I'm afraid that the other party has already returned to the light when he called the police, and it can be heard from the recorded call, but it's a pity." ”

"It's too remote to miss the best time to find it."

The doctor came to the mud truck again, just looked inside, and shook his head.

"This one is more serious."

"It seems that there is no possibility of treatment." The policeman shook his head and said, "The preliminary judgment is that it was a car accident, and the specific situation still needs to investigate the scene and investigate the interpersonal relationships and recent whereabouts of both parties." ”

"As for the body, send it directly to the nearest funeral home and notify the family to come and claim it."

The nurse carefully lifted the paper figure on the stretcher and put it into the ambulance, no one noticed, among the trees on the side of the road, a figure quietly walked out, followed the nurse into the ambulance car, and hung lightly on the top of the car.

Townsend attended his own cremation and funeral throughout the process.

This is not only because the paper figure stand-in and illusion need to be maintained by himself, but also because he wants to make a summary of his life as an ordinary person in this world.

The conclusion is . Doesn't make much sense.

Everything I struggled for in the first half of my life, and the people I knew, were meaningless.

The funeral was organized on behalf of the distant relatives who even Townsend himself did not quite recognize, and they had been discussing how the inheritance of the poor, unrelated deceased should be inherited, although it was not much, but the amount of insurance, the company's pension, and the cost of removing the funeral from those savings, the rest was still enough to make people's hearts move.

Colleagues and friends showed a little sincere sadness, but this was just an episode of their ordinary life, and a little emotional ripple was quickly smoothed out by life.

His existence was not important to the world, his death was not important to the world, the only thing left was a narrow place in a rather cheap cemetery, a tombstone without even an epitaph.

"But that's my destiny."

Townsend stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the black-and-white posthumous photo that was exactly the same as himself.

He recognized that this was the ID photo he used when he joined the company, he was still young and poor at that time, the ID photo was taken at the copy shop at the school gate, his clothes were crumpled, his hair was messy, and only his eyes were shining with hope.

It's not a good posthumous photo, but distant relatives obviously don't have that much energy to care about such a trivial matter.

Townsend actually had more ways to deal with car accidents, but he chose the most decisive one.

He knew that he had no way to continue his previous life.

Working step by step, scraping together enough for a down payment to buy a house, and spending decades to repay the loan, there will definitely be happiness and pain during the period, and finally go through a dull and ordinary life.

He couldn't imagine these scenes of the original future.

It's better to say goodbye and let the ordinary life of Townessen, who belongs to ordinary people, end in that car accident - and it is true, if there is no opportunity to cross the heavens, this is the end of Townessen.

As for the Townsend after that.

It can be a purchaser who travels through the heavens, or a faceling who wanders through the city, and no one knows what the future will be.

The only thing that can be known is that it will not be ordinary, it will not be bland.

It will be a journey full of danger and fun.

"Let's go eat something good."

Tang Sen took a deep breath, and then looked at the photo of himself on the tombstone for the last time, his facial features changed slightly, compared to the photo, it looked more ordinary and ordinary.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and left.

"I'm kind of craving fish."

"Speaking of which, I don't seem to be penniless right now, except that I don't have an identity."

The feeling of being penniless is still quite strange for Townsend now, after all, he has never had to think about money.

Of course, for the transcendent, these little things are easy to solve.

A few days passed in a flash, and Townsend had a good experience of modern life after a long absence, with no danger and no goal, just simply enjoying food, playing games, and watching movies.

He has a lot of time to do the things that he once wanted to do, but because he needs to think about the future and think about survival, he can even travel the world and live every kind of life he yearns for.

But Townsend felt bored.

"I thought that if I got out of the danger of the real world, I would lose some of my motivation to go to the heavens to procure."

"Now it seems. I can't go back. ”

"Then go ahead and go to the New World."

The next chapter to the new world.,I don't want the plot of the new world to come out with only one chapter.,So let's add more tomorrow.。

(End of chapter)