I'm sorry, I want to be a new person
Chapter 411 The Bride of April (4)
Chapter 411 The Bride of April ([-])
"'Dead hand'? What do you mean, Wenjuan, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
The word "dead hand" doesn't sound like a good word no matter how it sounds, especially when it goes with Wenjuan's current frightened and haggard appearance.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
Wenjuan immediately stood up, looked for her mobile phone, and wanted to confirm the time, but she couldn't figure out the correct password for the mobile phone she used every day.
"What's the password? I forgot the password!"
Jiang Hou hurriedly said: "312605!"
Wenjuan unlocked the phone, quickly clicked on the news software, and saw normal news, looking like a peaceful world.
At this time, she was no longer the ordinary woman who was immersed in happiness a day ago. She looked capable despite being frightened.
This made Jiang Hou feel strange.
"Listen, my ability is the dead hand. This is the first time I trigger it! If the future me dies, my consciousness will return to the past time point!"
Jiang Hou said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, you mean, are you going to die in the future? How did you die? Who killed you?!"
With Wenjuan's life trajectory, apart from accidents and illnesses, the biggest possibility is that she was affected by Jiang Hou.
"No, it's not anyone. I died in the disaster! It was the Terai people! It was the sea."
As Wenjuan was talking, her complexion suddenly changed from pale to flushed.
"Ugh."
Wenjuan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
This scene completely panicked Jiang Hou, and a large amount of blood soaked the newlywed sheets.
Wenjuan's whole body went limp, and her breath became weaker and weaker.
She murmured weakly: "I can't say it? Why can't I say it? Then why did you let me come back?"
Then fell into a coma.
Jiang Hou immediately rolled up the sheets, held Wenjuan in his arms, jumped out of the window, and rushed to the nearest hospital, shocking passers-by.
An hour later, Wenjuan was still in the emergency room, unable to wake up, and Jiang Hou was sitting in the hospital corridor in agony.
Yan Yongheng jogged all the way to Jiang Hou and asked, "What's going on? Are you under attack?"
Jiang Hou shook his head, he was also in confusion now.
Yan Yongheng said: "Then how did Wenjuan get injured? Is it serious? Should she be transferred to a cooperative hospital in the special department?"
Jiang Hou opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to tell his friends about the incredible thing that happened that morning, but when the words came to his mouth, he was a little afraid.
Wenjuan was in coma because he wanted to reveal the secret of the future. He was not sure if telling it through his own mouth would cause Wenjuan to be injured again or even die directly.
It was not until that afternoon, after several hours of rescue efforts, that Wenjuan was finally declared out of danger.
"Comprehensive organ damage, but no cause has been found. At present, we first suspect that it is caused by some unknown spiritual enlightenment ability. I suggest you call the police."
This is what the doctor told Jiang Hou.
At night, Wenjuan was pushed out of the ICU. She had regained consciousness, but her condition was even worse, as if she had aged ten years in an instant.
Lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, she weakly wrote the word "Secret" on Jiang Hou's hand, and then fell asleep.
Jiang Houku sat beside the hospital bed all night, feeling that everything had become chaotic, even though he was fine yesterday.
In the early morning of the next day, Wenjuan regained some energy and said with tears:
"Honey, it's great to see you again."
Jiang Hou hurriedly grabbed her hand: "Stop talking! Just be careful."
Wenjuan shook her head: "I have a vague sense of what can be said and what can't be said."
"Although there are still many years left, every day is important. We must seize the time and change our destiny."
Jiang Hou: "Don't! Wait until you fully recover. The doctor said that even the gods can't save you again! Wait until you can be discharged from the hospital."
After Jiang Hou repeatedly requested, Wenjuan could only agree. She was actually worried that she would die here before she could do anything after finally coming back.
A week later, Wenjuan was finally discharged from the hospital, and the two returned to their messy wedding room.
Wen Juan looked much better now. Although her face was not much different from before, the firmness and determination in her eyes made Jiang Hou feel particularly strange.
"Husband, I am trying to tell you some things, because I am not sure what to say, so I will speak slowly, and sometimes I will add some metaphors, metaphors, and even specious things."
Jiang Hou took a deep breath and said: "I'm ready." Wen Juan said: "My ability is the "death hand". After I die, I will return to a certain time node in the past. This node is not chosen by me." It’s the first time now, so I don’t know what the pattern is, but I guess it’s the time when everything is ready.”
"I know this confuses you, after all you just feel like the day has passed, but I'm actually from."
When Wenjuan said this, she was also a little worried. She didn't dare to say the number directly.
Instead, she thought about it and took out a whiteboard from the storage room. She would occasionally write and draw when designing clothes.
Wenjuan thought for a while and wrote on the whiteboard: "1, 2, 3"
Jiang Hou was a little confused.
Until she saw Wenjuan writing 28 on the blackboard, she drew a heart under the number.
Jiang Hou immediately realized that this was Wenjuan's age.
Seeing that Jiang Hou understood the meaning, Wenjuan continued to write.
29, 30, 31
I kept writing until I was 50 years old, when everything was over, and then I drew a skull at the bottom.
In other words, Wenjuan died when she was 50 years old, triggering the "dead hand".
Jiang Hou breathed a sigh of relief. He always thought that Wenjuan's crisis was right in front of him, but it turned out that it was so far away.
It's still not too late. He has enough confidence that no matter what problems Wenjuan faces in the future, nearly 20 years of preparation time will be enough to save it.
However, Wenjuan's next move made Jiang Hou freeze.
Wenjuan's trembling hands seemed to recall something scary. Behind the skull, she wrote a multiplication sign, and then a series of numbers.
1200000000.
12 million.
Before it was finished, Wenjuan drew a little figure behind a series of zeros.
12 billion people died?
Is this the extinction of humankind?
The total population of Kyushu is not that large.
Wenjuan's chest suddenly tightened and she squatted on the ground.
Jiang Hou quickly went to help him up. Wen Juan beat her chest and said, "Damn it. Why didn't you let me say it? Then why did you let me come back?"
She has never accurately found the law between "can speak" and "cannot speak".
Or simply. Any future content cannot be said, or even hinted or written, otherwise you will be punished by time.
Jiang Hou hugged his wife tightly and said, "Stop talking, stop talking, that's enough. I understand. Humanity will face a serious crisis in 20 years, and you died in that crisis, right?"
Wenjuan nodded weakly.
"There is still time, leave it to me, I can do it, I am the number one genius in Kyushu, I am the captain of the special affairs department, Wenjuan, believe me, you haven't fully recovered yet, so rest today!"
Although the bits of information revealed are shocking enough, after all, it was 20 years later.
In Jiang Hou's view, Wenjuan's physical condition is more important right now.
That night, Jiang Hou slept lightly.
He was half asleep and half awake almost the whole night, and would get up repeatedly to check on Wenjuan.
Every time he saw his wife breathing evenly, Jiang Hou dared to lie down and continue to fall into a drowsy state.
A strange feeling of fatigue disturbed him.
Early the next morning, Jiang Hou was awakened by the sound of violent breathing.
Looking back, his wife looked like a drowning person who had just landed on the shore and was trying her best to breathe.
Wen Juan looked even more dejected, her eyes that were once lively, now looked like a senile old man, dim and dull.
"Husband, we failed."
Jiang Hou Na Na was speechless.
"We...But we haven't done anything yet"
"No, we did. Exactly what we were going to do, and it didn't work out."
"That disaster was brought forward instead."
(End of this chapter)
"'Dead hand'? What do you mean, Wenjuan, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
The word "dead hand" doesn't sound like a good word no matter how it sounds, especially when it goes with Wenjuan's current frightened and haggard appearance.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
Wenjuan immediately stood up, looked for her mobile phone, and wanted to confirm the time, but she couldn't figure out the correct password for the mobile phone she used every day.
"What's the password? I forgot the password!"
Jiang Hou hurriedly said: "312605!"
Wenjuan unlocked the phone, quickly clicked on the news software, and saw normal news, looking like a peaceful world.
At this time, she was no longer the ordinary woman who was immersed in happiness a day ago. She looked capable despite being frightened.
This made Jiang Hou feel strange.
"Listen, my ability is the dead hand. This is the first time I trigger it! If the future me dies, my consciousness will return to the past time point!"
Jiang Hou said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, you mean, are you going to die in the future? How did you die? Who killed you?!"
With Wenjuan's life trajectory, apart from accidents and illnesses, the biggest possibility is that she was affected by Jiang Hou.
"No, it's not anyone. I died in the disaster! It was the Terai people! It was the sea."
As Wenjuan was talking, her complexion suddenly changed from pale to flushed.
"Ugh."
Wenjuan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
This scene completely panicked Jiang Hou, and a large amount of blood soaked the newlywed sheets.
Wenjuan's whole body went limp, and her breath became weaker and weaker.
She murmured weakly: "I can't say it? Why can't I say it? Then why did you let me come back?"
Then fell into a coma.
Jiang Hou immediately rolled up the sheets, held Wenjuan in his arms, jumped out of the window, and rushed to the nearest hospital, shocking passers-by.
An hour later, Wenjuan was still in the emergency room, unable to wake up, and Jiang Hou was sitting in the hospital corridor in agony.
Yan Yongheng jogged all the way to Jiang Hou and asked, "What's going on? Are you under attack?"
Jiang Hou shook his head, he was also in confusion now.
Yan Yongheng said: "Then how did Wenjuan get injured? Is it serious? Should she be transferred to a cooperative hospital in the special department?"
Jiang Hou opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to tell his friends about the incredible thing that happened that morning, but when the words came to his mouth, he was a little afraid.
Wenjuan was in coma because he wanted to reveal the secret of the future. He was not sure if telling it through his own mouth would cause Wenjuan to be injured again or even die directly.
It was not until that afternoon, after several hours of rescue efforts, that Wenjuan was finally declared out of danger.
"Comprehensive organ damage, but no cause has been found. At present, we first suspect that it is caused by some unknown spiritual enlightenment ability. I suggest you call the police."
This is what the doctor told Jiang Hou.
At night, Wenjuan was pushed out of the ICU. She had regained consciousness, but her condition was even worse, as if she had aged ten years in an instant.
Lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, she weakly wrote the word "Secret" on Jiang Hou's hand, and then fell asleep.
Jiang Houku sat beside the hospital bed all night, feeling that everything had become chaotic, even though he was fine yesterday.
In the early morning of the next day, Wenjuan regained some energy and said with tears:
"Honey, it's great to see you again."
Jiang Hou hurriedly grabbed her hand: "Stop talking! Just be careful."
Wenjuan shook her head: "I have a vague sense of what can be said and what can't be said."
"Although there are still many years left, every day is important. We must seize the time and change our destiny."
Jiang Hou: "Don't! Wait until you fully recover. The doctor said that even the gods can't save you again! Wait until you can be discharged from the hospital."
After Jiang Hou repeatedly requested, Wenjuan could only agree. She was actually worried that she would die here before she could do anything after finally coming back.
A week later, Wenjuan was finally discharged from the hospital, and the two returned to their messy wedding room.
Wen Juan looked much better now. Although her face was not much different from before, the firmness and determination in her eyes made Jiang Hou feel particularly strange.
"Husband, I am trying to tell you some things, because I am not sure what to say, so I will speak slowly, and sometimes I will add some metaphors, metaphors, and even specious things."
Jiang Hou took a deep breath and said: "I'm ready." Wen Juan said: "My ability is the "death hand". After I die, I will return to a certain time node in the past. This node is not chosen by me." It’s the first time now, so I don’t know what the pattern is, but I guess it’s the time when everything is ready.”
"I know this confuses you, after all you just feel like the day has passed, but I'm actually from."
When Wenjuan said this, she was also a little worried. She didn't dare to say the number directly.
Instead, she thought about it and took out a whiteboard from the storage room. She would occasionally write and draw when designing clothes.
Wenjuan thought for a while and wrote on the whiteboard: "1, 2, 3"
Jiang Hou was a little confused.
Until she saw Wenjuan writing 28 on the blackboard, she drew a heart under the number.
Jiang Hou immediately realized that this was Wenjuan's age.
Seeing that Jiang Hou understood the meaning, Wenjuan continued to write.
29, 30, 31
I kept writing until I was 50 years old, when everything was over, and then I drew a skull at the bottom.
In other words, Wenjuan died when she was 50 years old, triggering the "dead hand".
Jiang Hou breathed a sigh of relief. He always thought that Wenjuan's crisis was right in front of him, but it turned out that it was so far away.
It's still not too late. He has enough confidence that no matter what problems Wenjuan faces in the future, nearly 20 years of preparation time will be enough to save it.
However, Wenjuan's next move made Jiang Hou freeze.
Wenjuan's trembling hands seemed to recall something scary. Behind the skull, she wrote a multiplication sign, and then a series of numbers.
1200000000.
12 million.
Before it was finished, Wenjuan drew a little figure behind a series of zeros.
12 billion people died?
Is this the extinction of humankind?
The total population of Kyushu is not that large.
Wenjuan's chest suddenly tightened and she squatted on the ground.
Jiang Hou quickly went to help him up. Wen Juan beat her chest and said, "Damn it. Why didn't you let me say it? Then why did you let me come back?"
She has never accurately found the law between "can speak" and "cannot speak".
Or simply. Any future content cannot be said, or even hinted or written, otherwise you will be punished by time.
Jiang Hou hugged his wife tightly and said, "Stop talking, stop talking, that's enough. I understand. Humanity will face a serious crisis in 20 years, and you died in that crisis, right?"
Wenjuan nodded weakly.
"There is still time, leave it to me, I can do it, I am the number one genius in Kyushu, I am the captain of the special affairs department, Wenjuan, believe me, you haven't fully recovered yet, so rest today!"
Although the bits of information revealed are shocking enough, after all, it was 20 years later.
In Jiang Hou's view, Wenjuan's physical condition is more important right now.
That night, Jiang Hou slept lightly.
He was half asleep and half awake almost the whole night, and would get up repeatedly to check on Wenjuan.
Every time he saw his wife breathing evenly, Jiang Hou dared to lie down and continue to fall into a drowsy state.
A strange feeling of fatigue disturbed him.
Early the next morning, Jiang Hou was awakened by the sound of violent breathing.
Looking back, his wife looked like a drowning person who had just landed on the shore and was trying her best to breathe.
Wen Juan looked even more dejected, her eyes that were once lively, now looked like a senile old man, dim and dull.
"Husband, we failed."
Jiang Hou Na Na was speechless.
"We...But we haven't done anything yet"
"No, we did. Exactly what we were going to do, and it didn't work out."
"That disaster was brought forward instead."
(End of this chapter)
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