Nomenclature of Night

Chapter 3: Broken world

   To worship the Bodhisattva when the crisis and change are about to usher in, this behavior seems a bit like going to the doctor in a hurry.

   However, Qing Chen felt that the supernatural phenomenon on his arm should be taken care of by the supernatural being.

   For Qing Chen, it is not a disadvantage to pay a respect.

   He likes to make preparations ahead of him, and does not leave him a chance to regret.

  The time is 9:30 in the evening.

   Qingchen sat on the bed and looked down at the phone. There was only this faint light in the bedroom, and only a few words from the same table Nan Gengchen in WeChat. No one else sent him a message.

  'S mother Zhang Wanfang's WeChat portrait was quiet, which made Qing Chen a little bit disappointed.

   Of course, it's just a trace.

   He didn't know what he was expecting.

   In fact, he doesn't blame his mother.

   Father gambled to sell many properties in his family, as well as domestic violence and cheating. Qing Chen didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his mother's initiative to divorce.

   On the contrary, Qing Chen, who saw his father beat his mother with his own eyes, was even happy for his mother's choice.

   because this is correct.

   On the eve of their parents’ divorce, my grandmother once persuaded her mother not to divorce: You are a woman who takes her teenage son as an oil bottle, how can she get married in the future? Who will remarry you?

   Hearing all this, Qing Chen chose to live with his father when his parents divorced.

   He remembers the look of his parents in shock at the time, but Qing Chen knew that this was also the right choice.

   Now his mother has started a new life and formed a happy new family. Qing Chen may be a little bit lost, but he is still very careful not to disturb.

   Countdown 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 actually both serious and romantic.

  Because it is asking you what you want to do most in your life, but you haven't had time to do it, or what you dare not do.

   Unexpressed love, people who have met but never met, places that I want to go but didn’t go, and things I want to say but haven’t said are all in the category of answers.

   This question, ask my heart directly.

   Qingchen got up and put on his jacket. He unexpectedly chose to go out again when there was not much left in the countdown.

   He pushed his broken bicycle out of the house, and after riding it, he drove all the way to the destination.

   The wind in the autumn night is a little bit cooler, and the pedestrians on the road are gradually scarce.

   Qing Chen, who was riding on the bicycle, looked calm, and the hem of his jacket was blown back by the wind on the bridge.

   He does have a lot of regrets in his life, and there are many things he dare not do.

   But tonight he does not need cowardice and fear, only courage.

   At a certain moment, Qing Chen was thinking, if he really was going to die tonight, then he should finish the most important thing too, he didn't have time.

   He first went to the Peony Hotel, then to the Los Angeles Hotel, and also to the Luoyin Family Home, but there was no one he was looking for.

   Qingchen rode a bicycle all the way through the alley, drove across the Qilihe Bridge, and came to a residential building downstairs.

   When he saw the familiar broken second-hand motorcycle parked downstairs, he heard the sound of rubbing mahjong on the second floor...

   Then he picked up his mobile phone and dialed 110: "Hello, Comrade Police, I want to report to Room 201, Unit 2, Building 17, Longteng Community, Luojian District. Some people gather for gambling."

   The police officer on the other side seemed to be stunned for two seconds before reacting: "Okay, we will arrange for the police now."

   Until this time, Qing Chen relaxed, turned around and rode his bicycle home.

   The thoughts are well understood.

When    arrived home, Qing Chen glanced at the white lines on his arm, counting down 1:02:21 seconds.

   He began to review his preparations.

   Wait, do you want to welcome that moment at home?

   Qing Chen has seen a horror movie before. The story tells that the protagonist encounters a dirty thing, and as a result, a ghost will find him at midnight every day.

   Then the protagonist hides from XC, and even hides in the mountains and forests, but he can always be found by ghosts.

   At that time, Qing Chen was thinking, why doesn’t the protagonist go to a crowded place?

  Although ghosts are very powerful, generally everyone feels more secure in places with a lot of people.

  For example, the protagonist can go to a nightclub and wait for the ghost to find the door at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. Hundreds of people in the nightclub are shaking their heads amidst the roar of music. No matter how you look at it, they should be ghosts and more afraid...

   So when Qing Chen thought of this place, he started to think, should he go to a place with a lot of people?

  Or, he can go directly to the White Horse Temple in Los Angeles...After all, there are Bodhisattvas there.

   There are not only Guanyin Bodhisattva, but Manjushri and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

   also looks safe.

   However, Qing Chen chose to stay at home in the end. He felt that compared with demons and ghosts, it was more likely that zombies would appear at the end of the countdown.

   If this thing really happened, then he would go to a crowded place with no difference from looking for death. On the other hand, the Bodhisattva seemed to have no 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 00:31:49.

   In the last half an hour, Qing Chen turned on the lamp on the desk and quietly wrote a suicide note and left it on the table.

  If he died today, maybe one day in the future, his family and friends will be able to see the last thing he wants to say.

  If he hadn't died, his life might be another world.

   Countdown to 00:00:12.

After    finished writing the suicide note, Qing Chen sat up, holding the eliminator tightly in his right hand, and the pupils suddenly narrowed in his clear eyes.

   The more the last moment, the calmer his emotions.

   is like a tsunami that stopped at the moment when it was about to engulf an isolated island. There was no undercurrent surging under the sea, only deep thinking and fierce courage!

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  No ghosts, no zombies, no disasters.

   Qingchen quietly watched the time around him fall into a static state, the time on his phone seemed to stay above 12: 00: 0 forever.

   The second hand of the clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped beating, and the light outside the window no longer flickered.

   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.

   Qingchen lifted the boning knife in his hand and looked around. The desk was gone, and the room was gone, only darkness was left.

   Then, he too fell into the darkness.

  ...

   I don't know how long 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 pieced together again, the fragments that did not know where they came from, combined into a completely new world in an instant.

   Qingchen lay on a narrow hard board bed. It was a completely unfamiliar environment. He had never been here before.

   He first looked at his palm, there was nothing there, and the eviscer he was holding had long since disappeared.

   He looked at his arm again, and suddenly noticed that the white lines on the arm had changed.

   "Countdown to return 48:00:00."

   48 hours, which is 2 days, Qing Chen thought.

   The next moment, the countdown jumped for a second: the return countdown was 47:59:59.

  

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