Night’s Nomenclature - Chapter 3
[The broken world]
Going to worship the Bodhisattva when the crisis and change are about to come, this kind of behavior seems to be a bit of a desperate need to go to the doctor.
However, Qingchen felt that the supernatural phenomenon on the arm itself should be left to the supernatural existence.
For Qingchen, it’s not a disadvantage to pay his respects.
He likes to make preparations ahead and not give himself the chance to regret.
The time is 9:30 pm.
Qingchen sat on the bed and looked down at his mobile phone. There was only this faint light in the bedroom, and there were only a few words from Nan Gengchen, who was at the same table, in WeChat, and no one else sent him a message.
Her mother Zhang Wanfang’s WeChat profile picture was quiet and quiet, which made Qingchen feel a little disappointed.
Of course, it’s only a trace.
He didn’t even know what he was expecting.
In fact, he did not blame his mother.
His father sold many properties in the family by gambling, as well as domestic violence and derailment. Qingchen didn’t think there was anything wrong with his mother taking the initiative to divorce.
On the contrary, Qingchen, who had seen his father beat his mother with his own eyes, was even happy for his mother’s choice.
Because it is correct.
On the eve of the parents’ divorce, my grandmother persuaded my mother not to divorce: “How can you get married as a woman with a teenage son as a fuel bottle?”
Who will remarry you?
Hearing all this, Qingchen chose to live with his father when his parents divorced.
He remembered the stunned expressions of his parents at the time, but Qingchen knew that this was also the right choice.
Now that her mother has started a new life and formed a new happy family, Qingchen may be a little lost, but she is still very careful not to disturb her.
Countdown to 2:31:12.
Qingchen suddenly thought of a question, if this is the last two and a half hours of his life, what should he do?
This question is both serious and romantic.
Because it is asking you, what is the thing you most want to do in your life, but you have not had time to do or dare not do.
Unexpressed love, people who have met but haven’t, places that you want to go but haven’t, and things you want to say but don’t say are all in the category of answers.
This question is straight to the heart.
Qingchen got up and put on his coat, but he chose to go out again when there was not much left in the countdown.
He pushed his broken bike out of the house, got on it, and galloped all the way to his destination.
The wind in the autumn night is a little cooler, and the pedestrians on the road are gradually sparse.
Qingchen, who was riding on the bicycle, had a calm expression, and the jacket was blown backwards by the wind on the bridge.
He did have a lot of regrets in his life, and a lot of things he didn’t dare to do.
But tonight he does not need cowardice and fear, only courage.
At a certain moment, Qingchen was thinking, if he really wants to die tonight, then he should finish the most important thing, he has no time.
He first went to the Peony Hotel, then to the Luocheng Hotel, and to the Luoyin Family Home, but there was no one he was looking for.
Qingchen rode his bicycle all the way through the alley, galloped across the Qilihe Bridge, and came to the downstairs of a residential building.
When he saw the familiar broken second-hand motorcycle parked downstairs, he heard the sound of playing mahjong on the second floor…
Then he picked up his mobile phone and dialed 110: “Hello, comrade police, I want to report to Longteng Community, Luojian District, Room 201, Unit 2, Building 17, that someone gathered to gamble.”
The reception staff on the opposite side of the phone seemed to be stunned for two seconds before reacting: “Okay, we will arrange for the police now.”
Only then did Qing Chen feel relieved, turned around and rode his bicycle home.
The idea came to pass.
When he got home, Qingchen glanced at the white lines on his arm, and counted down 1:02:21 seconds.
He began to re-examine his preparations.
Wait, do you want to welcome that moment at home?
Qingchen had seen a horror movie before. The story was about the protagonist encountering something dirty, and as a result, a ghost would find him at 12 o’clock in the middle of the night every day.
Then the protagonist hides from XC, and even hides in deep mountains and old forests, but he can always be found by ghosts.
At that time, Qingchen was thinking, why didn’t the protagonist go to places with many people?
Although ghosts are very powerful, in general, people feel more secure in places with many people.
For example, the protagonist can go to a nightclub to stay, and when the ghosts come to the door at 12 o’clock in the middle of the night, hundreds of people in the nightclub are shaking their heads in the roaring music, no matter how you look at it, it seems that the ghosts should be more afraid…
So Qingchen thought of this and began to think, should he go to a place with many people?
Or, he can go directly to the White Horse Temple in Luocheng… After all, there are Bodhisattvas there.
Not only Guanyin Bodhisattva, but also Manjushri Bodhisattva and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Also looks very safe.
However, Qingchen chose to stay at home in the end. He felt that compared to ghosts and ghosts, zombies and the like were more likely to appear at the end of the countdown.
If such a thing really appeared, then it would be no different for him to go to a crowded place than to court death. On the other hand, the Bodhisattva did not seem to have any business dealing with this kind of thing.
Qingchen has already prepared supplies at home, if it is really a zombie attack, then he can hide at home for a while.
Countdown to 00:31:49.
In the last half hour, Qingchen turned on the lamp on the desk and quietly wrote a suicide note on the table.
If he died today, maybe someday family and friends will be able to see his last words.
If he hadn’t died, his life might have been a different world.
Countdown to 00:00:12.
After writing the suicide note, Qing Chen sat up, holding the boning knife tightly in his right hand, and the pupils suddenly narrowed in his clear eyes.
The more the last moment, the more peaceful his mood becomes.
It was like the tsunami stopped at the moment when it was about to engulf the isolated island, and there was no undercurrent under the sea. All that was left was deep thinking and fiery courage!
10…
9……
8……
7…
6…
5…
4…
3…
2……
1.
No ghosts, no zombies, no disasters.
Qing Chen quietly watched the time around him fall to a standstill. The time on his mobile phone seemed to stay above 12:00:00 forever.
The second hand of the clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped beating, and the light outside the window stopped flickering.
He stood up, the frozen time seemed to be shattered by the movement of his getting up, and the world in his eyes shattered like a mirror.
Qing Chen looked around with the boning knife in his hand, the desk was gone, and the room was gone, only darkness remained.
Immediately afterwards, he also fell into darkness.
…
I don’t know how much time has passed, but it seems that there is only a moment. At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly lost the concept of time.
In the darkness, the fragments of the world began to be reassembled, and the fragments that did not know where they came from were combined into a new world in an instant.
Qingchen was lying on a narrow hard board bed. This was a completely unfamiliar environment, and he had never been here before.
He first looked at his palm, there was nothing there, and the boning knife he was holding had long since disappeared.
He looked at the arm again, and was surprised to find that the white lines on the arm had changed.
“Return countdown 48:00:00.”
48 hours, or 2 days, Qing Chen thought.
At the next moment, the countdown jumped by one second: the return countdown 47:59:59.
[End of this Chapter]
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