"..."

The crow is silent.

"It shouldn't be like this, right?"

Huai Shi murmured softly: "I know not everyone should like me. I may not be gregarious and not very popular. However, maybe sometimes some people's behavior needs some punishment, but none of them should die.

.

They are real people, just like me, and they don't deserve to die, just like those innocent police officers don't deserve to die."

"So, I don't like what you said."

Huai Shi looked into her eyes and emphasized word by word: "——I really, really, really don't like it."

"...Oh my god, why are you so fierce?"

Crow turned his head away and sobbed sadly: "Sister, I am doing this for your own good. Besides, the whole bird is yours now. Can't you test it a little before we start to cooperate?"

As she spoke, she blinked her tears and said, "For the sake of my sister's sincerity, can you give me a chance to remedy the situation? If Plan A doesn't work, we still have Plan B."

It's a pity that there is nothing cute about a crow acting like this.

"...What plan B?"

"It's very simple."

Crow glanced at him one last time, "If you don't want to kill others..."

She said, "Then I can only kill you."

At that moment, Huai Shi's eyesight went dark.

.

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Huaishi had a long dream.

In the ambiguity, he seemed to have just finished work and was about to go home. While waiting for the subway, he seemed to be despising a certain useless employee who was fired by him during the day. Then, the roar of the subway came from deep in the tunnel.

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Before he could put away his phone, he heard a vicious voice coming from behind him: "Go to hell!"

The next moment, a pair of hands pushed on his back.

He fell, he flew up, and he fell again, toward the railway track. The lights on the front of the subway became brighter and brighter, getting closer and closer. Then, Huai Shi was crushed and torn into pieces. The last thing he heard was his own skull.

The crisp sound of cracking.

Unspeakable pain came, and he had no time to scream or even be afraid, and his consciousness quickly blurred.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have transformed into a business tycoon who controlled the global economy. Now he was cornered and trapped in a park. His betrayed assistant sent him an ultimatum to surrender.

Huai Shi smiled coldly, and then raised his pistol towards him.

boom!

There was a soft sound from the helicopter in the distance, and Huai Shi couldn't feel his body anymore. At the last moment, he heard his assistant shouting blankly: "Don't shoot, he didn't..."

Got shot in the head?

In the daze, before Huaishi could react, like a series of nightmares, he suddenly turned into a middle-aged and arrogant uncle again, wearing a strange power armor, carrying a gun, and rushed into the Louvre with a group of people.

The grotesque insectoid creatures fought in one place and then died quickly.

This time, the last thought turned out to be: Damn it, I want to load the file...

Read the file? What file to read? Read your Rem!

He started to laugh at 'himself', but immediately he couldn't laugh anymore, because he seemed to be hung on the city gate again, with nails stuck in his hands, but he couldn't feel any pain, and his whole body was drifting.

, as if drunk, giggling at the white-haired man in front of him.

But why is this guy staring at me? Did he do something wrong?

Soon, the moonlight flashed and his head was beheaded.

This time it was beheading.

Then, amid fanatical cheers, he seemed to be tied to a stake and burned to death in the flames, while someone roared excitedly: "Go to hell, heretic!"

Then he died again.

Just like that, I died over and over again, in different ways, poisoned, drowned, hanged, burned, stuffed into a meat grinder, sent to the emergency room, accidentally pushed, and...

All kinds of people and themselves were killed for all kinds of things.

Again and again and again.

Die die die die die die die.

I don’t know how many times I died.

At the end of his life, he was almost numb - completely unconscious.

Is this the end?

He fell into a deep sleep as if relieved.

At the last moment, he seemed to turn his head and look at the source of all the illusions, finally catching a glimpse of the nature of those deaths. Those deaths seemed to have turned into flying black pages. Countless dancing blacks overlapped.

, like snow, they gather into a sea of ​​sadness and despair, outlining a silent world.

That may be what the Book of Destiny really looks like.

A cold world that dies in loneliness.

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Silence returned to the room, with only the faint sound of things being written on the book of fate.

The illusive crow stared at Huai Shi quietly, as if he had a glimpse of his vigorous and burning source through the body.

It's obviously just one person's consciousness, but when thoughts rub against each other, the sparks that burst out are as dazzling as flames.

Crow glanced at the Book of Destiny and couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, if it hadn't been for it to continuously extract the essence, you would have awakened several years ago..."

Until she woke up from the book, she had been observing Huai Shi continuously.

Therefore, it can be concluded from various signs that Huai Shi may have stepped into the door of sublimation long ago. Otherwise, a pure ordinary person may not be recognized as the holder of the Book of Destiny, and she will not be like this.

Bet easily.

Now, on the current title page, next to Huai Shi's name, the three words "stress period" in brackets are getting thicker and thicker, as if he is accumulating strength and trying to change.

But every time it changed, it seemed as if it encountered invisible resistance and returned to its original position.

Soon, an invisible force pulled the quill, moved it to the blank space on the page, and drew a curved arc.

As time goes by, the arc slowly grows and gradually evolves into a perfect circle, but the last little gap cannot be bridged no matter what.

"It's even worse?"

The crow murmured in astonishment.

Generally speaking, the stress period is a process in which human nature transcends from the sea of ​​silver, becomes independent in origin, and gradually returns to consciousness.

In this process, the unique soul of the sublime will be forged.

This period is usually very short. Different from the structure of the soul, the shortest record in history only lasted five minutes and twelve seconds, while the longer period only lasted five or six months... Even the crow was the first to see it.

There are actually people who have not been able to get through the stress period after six or seven years.

Even if it has been in an 'empty blue' state for a long time due to the extraction of the Book of Destiny these years, is it a bit too exaggerated?

Originally, she thought that with the impact of the death records in the book, Huaishi would be able to break through the barrier in just a few minutes. However, she did not expect that this guy was already standing at the gate, but he couldn't help but stop trying.

Get in!

There is only so much left to build the soul.

Just a little bit...

"What exactly is missing?"

Crow couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

There was something crucial in the end that she had overlooked.

This feeling was extremely unpleasant, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out why.

The existence of the soul is the sublimation of nature and consciousness, and what is contained in it is the essence of human nature. It is precisely because everyone is different that there are so many completely different souls in the world.

There can only be one reason why the build process has stalled.

Huai Shi himself.

But even if she wanted to search Huai Shi's records through the branches of events, she could only read the content after Huai Shi picked up the Book of Destiny when he was ten years old.

There is only a blank space ahead...
To be continued...