After dinner, Wen Shengyu and Yang Moxuan went to a small garden in the city, and with the night, the two exchanged interesting experiences during their years of separation.

Wen Seng Yu learned that Yang Moxuan has not had a good time over the years, although he has been greatly satisfied materially, but he has been under great pressure mentally, and it was not until he became an adult that he got rid of the expectations from his family, and the four big characters of Jackie Chan have oppressed him for more than ten years.

In contrast, Wen Seng Yu is much happier, although he has no father or mother, but there is a Li Xuemei who is very good to him, and he has been free of illness and disaster for so many years, if he is not inexplicably dragged into the reincarnation domain, he can continue to maintain a carefree life now.

On the park bench, under the shade trees, Yang Moxuan's cold face changed slightly.

"Xiaoyu, do you know Wang Anke?" Yang Moxuan asked suddenly.

"Wang Anke? Are you talking about the singer who died suddenly some time ago? "The last time Wen Seng Yu heard this name was from An He's mouth.

"Well, he's my friend, and I think his death is very strange, and I want to investigate." Yang Moxuan said in a low voice.

Wen Seng Yu knew the cause of Wang Anke's death, but he couldn't tell Yang Moxuan the truth, so he could only comfort: "The deceased are gone, and we can't do anything more for them, I suggest you look forward and don't think so much." ”

Yang Moxuan sighed and said, "I know what you mean, even if there is no result in this investigation, I will admit it." ”

Speaking of which, Wen Seng Yu didn't have much to say, so he could only divert the topic: "You see that you just think too much, and you want to investigate this and that, are you so idle." ”

"Xiaoyu, this world may not be as simple as we imagined." Yang Moxuan looked around cautiously, and then continued: "Before he died, I received a death notice. ”

"Death notice? What is that. ”

The first time Wen Seng Yu heard this word, they had never mentioned relevant information before.

"I didn't know, it was a transparent piece of paper with a few words on it and Wang Anke's name, I thought it was a prank, but the day after I received the notice, he died, and the notice disappeared." Yang Moxuan said.

"You suspect murder...?" Wen Seng Yu can only try to keep him away from the truth, otherwise no one can guarantee that he will not be involved in this dispute.

"I don't know, but I'll find out the truth of the matter."

Wen Seng Yu sighed silently in his heart, but he couldn't say anything more.

He thought about it, with their strength, it was impossible for an ordinary person to investigate the results, and even if the investigation came out, it would not be anything, and it would pass without pain.

But out of prudence, Wen Seng Yu still told Wan Qian what happened today after returning to the room.

Wan Qian paused obviously the moment he heard the death notice, and only after a few seconds did he say slowly on the other end of the phone: "Are you sure you heard it right?" ”

"No, it's the words death notice." Wen Seng Yu replied.

"No wonder Wang Anke died so quickly, I was still wondering before." Wan Qian said on the other end of the phone. "I'll explain it when you come back, this matter will be discussed in the long run."

Desperate to know the answer, Wen Seng Yu said goodbye to everyone after eating at noon the next day, and before leaving, he specially instructed Yang Moxuan to be cautious, after all, his life is more important.

But looking at his reaction, one ear in and one ear out, he didn't take Wen Shengyu's words seriously at all.

After returning, he found Wan Qian as soon as possible.

Wan Qian was discussing something with An He and them in the studio at this time.

After seeing Wen Seng Yu come back, Wan Qian nodded at him and motioned for him to come over.

Wen Seng Yu found that the table in front of them was full of photos, almost every photo was crossed, and only a few people's photos were complete.

"Who are these people?" Wen Seng Yu asked curiously.

"The 'lucky one' with the death notice." Wan Qian said indifferently.

"What the hell is a death notice, and why have you never mentioned it before?" Wen Seng Yu continued to ask.

An He picked up one of the crossed-out photos and handed it to Wen Shengyu, and then said: "Because only a very small number of people will receive death notices, such as the person in the photo." ”

The person in the photo looks very familiar, it looks like an old man who is nearly 80 years old, he has a long beard, and his gray hair highlights the vicissitudes of time, but the old man's eyes are firm and powerful, and he looks at the camera with a smile.

"This is physicist Zhao Meng?"

Wen Shengyu remembered that he had seen this person in a report a few years ago, because he was the first and only physicist in this country to win the Nobel Prize, but what impressed him was not this uniqueness, but that Zhao Meng had been trying to prove the existence of God with physics since he won the award.

"Yes, he used to be a veteran of the Boundary Society, he never failed in the reincarnation domain, and he was able to bring people in and out smoothly every time, until one day his friend received that death notice." An He said.

At this time, Wan Qian also pointed to the photos on the table, and then added: "Wen Shengyu, these photos you see now are all people who have received death notices, and those who painted the fork have passed away. ”

Wen Shengyu took a closer look at the photos again, and then asked suspiciously: "Then why did these people receive the notice?" ”

"Special assignment." Wan Qian replied. "All we know now is that these people have received a special mission, and this mission cannot be said by him himself, if the mission is successfully completed, he will be completely free from death."

Completely get rid of death, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, is it to get out of the realm of reincarnation, or to get eternal life? Wen Seng Yu was unpredictable for a while.

"Are these people who didn't draw a cross already successful?" Wen Seng Yu pointed to the remaining photos.

Wan Qian put on a puzzled expression, and then said, "They just haven't had time to die yet." ”

An He continued: "If the mortality rate in the reincarnation domain is close to 100%, then the mortality rate of the person who has received the death notice is 100% so far, and no one has escaped this curse. ”

Wen Seng Yu gasped, he felt that the situation was becoming more and more complicated, although he himself did not receive a death notice, but according to the development of the situation, maybe one day, his mortality rate would become 100%.

"That friend of yours, we'll meet for a while if there's a chance." Wan Qian said to Wen Shengyu very seriously.

After returning to the room, Wen Seng Yu thought a lot, he was afraid that one day his death notice would appear in someone else's hands, and he was even more afraid that one day he would receive someone else's notice.

"Brother Yu~ What are you doing!" Hua Mulin's sudden appearance startled him.

"You're sick! Scared me. Wen Shengyu said. You seem to be in a good mood. ”

"The doctor said that my father's illness has improved somewhat, and although I feel a little surprised, it at least means that my contract with the Grim Reaper has come into effect." Hua Mulin said with a smile.

Wen Seng Yu was not in a good mood after hearing this.

"I know what you're trying to say, it's all come to this point anyway, isn't it good to have a glimmer of hope for survival."

Hua Mulin understood Wen Sengyu's thoughts, and his words gave Wen Sengyu a hint of inspiration, maybe he was too tired to live, Hua Mulin was right, since things had happened, he had to look forward.

"You're right, let's behave well in the reincarnation domain next." Wen Seng Yu smiled with satisfaction.

"How are you doing in your hometown, have you brought me anything to eat?" Hua Mulin said.

"I'm in a hurry to come back, I didn't buy anything." Wen Shengyu said.

"What's the hurry?" Hua Mulin asked.

Wen Shengyu told Hua Mulin about the death notice, and Hua Mulin was very optimistic after hearing it.

"Hearing you say that, I feel that the chance of receiving a death notice is quite small, rest assured." Hua Mulin said. "I'm more worried about what I'm going to encounter when I go in the first time, and I'm quite nervous."

"Don't be nervous, there won't be any problems with following An He, everything is under her command, and firmly remember the laws of the reincarnation domain." Wen Shengyu said.

The time when Hua Mulin first entered the reincarnation domain was arranged in the afternoon of the next day, and after lunch, Wen Seng Yu encouraged him and sent him to the sleeping pod.

With the release of hypnotic gas, Wen Seng Yu also began to wait nervously, although it was only a few minutes, but the time of waiting outside was very tormenting, this was the first time he felt like a year.

"Waiting for your buddy to come out?" Unconsciously, Xiao Xiaobin came behind Wen Seng Yu.

"Hmm... He went in for the first time. Wen Shengyu didn't want to talk to others at this time, even if this person was his idol.

"And say that others, haven't you only been in twice, there's nothing to worry about, there's a great god with him." Xiao Xiaobin's tone was very relaxed.

Seeing that Wen Seng Yu didn't pay attention to him, he continued: "By the way, how was my previous cross talk performance, is it different to watch it up close!" ”

Wen Seng Yu, who was originally staring inside through the glass door, turned his head helplessly, and then said: "Needless to say, the idol's performance is naturally needless to say, but next time Q can I tell me in advance, it's embarrassing..."

With a "ding", the red light in the room turned white, and the glass door slowly opened.

"Look, it's coming out soon." Xiao Xiaobin left after saying this, it seems that the chat just now was just to relieve Wen Shengyu's nervousness.

After seeing the door open, Wen Seng Yu took two glasses of water in, one was given to An He first and thanked her, and the other cup he took to Hua Mulin.

"How's it going, are you alright?" Wen Seng Yu looked at Hua Mulin in front of him and asked with concern.

But Hua Mulin seemed to have lost his soul, he didn't move on the bed, his eyes stared at the ceiling, and then gasped.

"Dream syndrome, you just let him rest for a while, most people will be like this when they come out for the first time." An He explained calmly beside him, in stark contrast to Hua Mulin.

Wen Seng Yu recalled that when he woke up for the first time, he seemed to be in a state of confusion and nervousness.

After about 5 minutes, Hua Mulin sat up from the bed, he reached out and took Wen Shengyu's water, and then drank it in a big gulp.

"Just inside there were countless bed bugs crawling into my mouth, nostrils, ears... Wherever there was a hole in the body, they would get into it, and I really thought I was going to die. After Hua Mulin said this, tears appeared in his eyes.

"You can rest first, come, I'll help you up." Wen Seng Yu helped Hua Mulin up from the bed, and then sent him back to the room.

After sending him off, Wen Seng Yu found An He and wanted to ask her about Hua Mulin's performance in it.

An He was eating bananas there like no one, and when she saw Wen Seng Yu coming, she directly threw a sentence: "He behaved very ordinarily inside, far worse than you, I suggest you take him next time, there are many people to take care of, I almost can't take care of it alone." ”

Wen Seng Yu sighed after hearing this: "Thank you, if it weren't for you, he might have gone." ”

An He threw the banana over, and then jokingly said: "Don't worry so much, at least he's optimistic." ”

At this time, Wan Qian walked over from the side, and then said, "What are you talking about, so serious." ”

Wen Seng Yu hesitated for a moment and then said, "Qianqian, next time we go in, it's okay to bring Hua Mulin with you." ”

"Are you sure you want him to skip a grade?" Wan Qian said this sentence naturally, obviously not the first time he had done so.

"When will I go in next?" Wen Shengyu asked.

"Tomorrow." Wan Qian replied.