< br >to worship the Bodhisattva at a time of crisis and change seems to be a bit sick and hasty to seek medical advice. < br >however, Qingchen feels that the supernatural phenomenon on the arm should be left to the supernatural being. < br >for Qingchen, it doesn't hurt to pay homage to him. < br >he likes to do the preparatory work first and doesn't give himself a chance to regret. < br >the time is 9: 30 p.m. < br >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 his deskmate Nan Gengchen on Wechat, and no one else sent him a message. < br >Mother Zhang Wanfang's Wechat portrait is quiet, which makes Qingchen a little lost. < br >of course, it's just a little. < br >he doesn't know what he's expecting either. < br >he doesn't really blame his mother. < br >my father gambled and sold many properties in the family, as well as domestic violence and infidelity. Qingchen didn't think there was anything wrong with his mother's voluntary divorce at all. < br >on the contrary, I saw my father beat his mother's celebratory dust with his own eyes, and he was even happy for his mother's choice. < br >because this is correct. < br >on the eve of her parents' divorce, Grandma advised her mother not to divorce: if you are a woman with a teenage son as a drag flask, how can you ever start a family? Who will remarry you? < br >the celebrating dust who heard all this chose to live with his father when his parents divorced. < br >he remembers the astonishment of his parents at that time, but Qingchen knew it was also the right choice. < br >now my mother has started a new life and formed a happy new family. Qingchen may be a little lost, but she is still very careful not to disturb her. < br >countdown to 2:31:12. < br >Qingchen suddenly thought of a question: if these are the last two and a half hours of your life, what should you do? < br >the question is both serious and romantic. < br >because it asks you what you want to do most in your life, but you haven't had time to do it, or dare not do it. < br >unexpressed love, people you meet but never see, places you want to go but don't go, words you want to say but don't say are all in the answer category. < br >this question is asked directly from the heart. < br >Qingchen got up and put on his coat. Unexpectedly, when there was not much countdown left, he chose to go out again. < br >he pushed his broken bike out of the house and sped off all the way to his destination. < br >the autumn night wind is a little cooler, and the pedestrians on the road are becoming less and less. < br >the face of Qingdun riding on the bike was calm, and the coat was blown back by the wind on the bridge. < br >he does have a lot of regrets in his life, and there are a lot of things he doesn't dare to do. < br >but tonight he doesn't need cowardice and fear, just courage. < br >for a moment Qingchen was thinking that if he was really going to die tonight, he should finish the most important thing. He didn't have time. < br >he first went to the Peony Hotel, then to the Los Angeles Hotel, and also to the Loyne Family Home, but there was no one he was looking for. < br >Qingchen rode his bike all the way through the alley, across the Qili River Bridge, and came to a resident downstairs. < br >when he saw the familiar used motorcycle parked downstairs, he heard the sound of playing mahjong on the second floor. < br >then he picked up his cell phone and dialed 110: "Hello, comrade policeman. I'd like to report to Longteng District, Room 201, Unit 2, Building 17, where people gather to gamble." < br >the alarm worker opposite the phone seemed stupefied for two seconds, and then he responded: "OK, let's arrange for the police to be sent out now." < br >until then, Qingchen was relieved, turned around and rode his bike home. < br >the idea came to light. < br >when he got home, Qingchen glanced at the white lines on his arm and counted down to 1:02:21. < br >he began to re-examine his preparations. < br >and so on, do you want to welcome that moment at home? < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({ }); < br >saw a horror movie before. The story is about the protagonist touching something dirty, and a ghost will find him at 12:00 every night. < br >then the protagonist hides, even into the mountains and forests, but can always be found by ghosts. < br >at that time, Qingchen was thinking, why doesn't the protagonist go to a place with a large number of people? < br >although ghosts are very serious, generally speaking, people have more sense of security in places with more people. < br >for example, the protagonist can go to a nightclub and wait for the ghost to come to the door at 12:00 in the middle of the night. Hundreds of people in the nightclub shake their heads in the roaring music. < br >so when Qingchen thought of this, he began to wonder whether he should also go to places with more people. < br >or he can go directly to the White Horse Temple in Los Angeles. After all, there are Bodhisattvas. < br >there are not only Quan Yin Bodhisattva, but also Manjushri Bodhisattva and Tibetan King Bodhisattva. < br >also looks like sense of security. < br >however, Qingchen eventually chose to stay at home, and he felt that things like zombies were more likely to appear at the end of the countdown than monsters. < br >if there is such a thing, there is no difference between going to a crowded place and looking for death. On the other hand, the Bodhisattva doesn't seem to have the business to deal with this kind of thing. < br >Qingchen has already prepared supplies at home, and if zombies really attack, he can still hide from home for a while. < br >the countdown is 00:31:49. < br >in the last half hour, Qingchen turned on the lamp on the desk and quietly wrote a suicide note and left it on the table. < br >if he dies today, maybe one day his family and friends will see the last words he wants to say. < br >if he hadn't died, his life might have been different. < br >the countdown is 00:00:12. < br >Qingchen sat up after writing his suicide note, holding a bone cleaver tightly in his right hand, and his pupils suddenly narrowed in his clear eyes. < br >at the last minute, his mood became quieter. < br >is like a tsunami standing still at the moment when it is about to engulf the island, and there is no undercurrent under the sea, leaving only deep thinking and fiery courage! < br >10. < br >9. < br >8. < br >7. < br >6. < br >5. < br >4. < br >3. < br >2. < br >1. < br >No ghosts, no zombies, no disasters. < br >Qingchen quietly watched the time around him stand still, and the time on his mobile phone seemed to stay above 12:00:00 forever. < br >the second hand of the clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped beating and the light outside the window stopped flickering. < br >he stood up, his frozen time seemed to be shattered by his action of getting up, and the world in his eyes fell apart like a mirror. < br >Qingchen looked around with his bony knife. The desk was gone, the room was gone, only darkness was left. < br >then he was plunged into darkness. < br >. < br >time does not know how long has passed, but it seems that there is only a moment, this moment of celebrating dust suddenly lost the concept of time. < br >in the darkness, the fragments of the world began to piece together again, and the fragments that came from out of nowhere suddenly became a whole new world. < br >Qingchen lies on a narrow hard bed, which is a completely strange environment, and he has never been here before. < br >first he looked into the palm of his hand. There was nothing there, and the bone-picking knife he had held had long since disappeared. < br >he looked at his arm again and was surprised to see that the white lines on his arm had changed. < br >"countdown to the return at 48:00:00." < br >48 hours, that is, two days, Qingchen thought. < br >the next moment, the countdown beats one second: the countdown to 47:59:59 returns. < br >< br/ >< br >