human ice maker

Chapter 802 The Dusty Mystery of the Last Seven Months
Life is just a reincarnation, from birth, to growth, to aging, to death, no one can escape the shackles and tricks of birth, old age, sickness and death, the difference is only the time.

Where there is life, there will be death. This cycle has existed since ancient times. No one can escape, no one can avoid it, but there are still many people who still can't see through it.More people want to know how much time they have left, but what if they know it?Can you not die if you know it?It doesn't make any sense except to put pressure on yourself.

I don't know, it might not be a kind of happiness.

Because no one can face death calmly, the more you know, the more you fear the future.Counting the last time with my fingers, and living the rest of the day with trepidation, it may not be a torture for those who know.

But the world is unwilling to give us too much power to choose. Those who want to know don't know, and those who don't want to know will know even if they don't want to.The greater the ability, the more you know, whether it is those who are willing or unwilling to know --- secrets.

"Bang!" The glass cup filled with water suddenly fell to the ground, and the warm water in it spilled out, making the ground wet.

The instigator, Zhuge Huang, pinched his sleeves and looked at the shattered glass at his feet in astonishment.

"Dad!" Zhuge Hui came out from the door and asked, "What's the matter?" After seeing the broken glass at Zhuge Huang's feet, he quickly looked at Zhuge Huang, and was relieved to see that he was not injured.

At this time, Zhuge Huang also came back to his senses, raised his head and smiled at Zhuge Hui, and said, "It's nothing, I accidentally scratched the cup with my sleeve."

Zhuge Hui reproached and said, "Why are you so careless?" Then he walked in to pick up the glass, but he didn't notice a trace of doubt on Zhuge Huang's tired face full of vicissitudes.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Zhuge Huang asked.

While picking up the broken glass, Zhuge Hui said without raising his head, "There is a magazine that recruits paperwork. I want to apply for it."

"What about the restaurant work? Don't you do it?"

"You can work part-time." Zhuge Hui said with a smile: "The restaurant is only open at noon and evening, and there are not so many people at other times. I talked to the boss, and he agreed to allow me to go out and find a part-time job at other times. As long as you don't delay noon and evening, you can rush back to the restaurant to entertain guests."

Zhuge Huang asked suspiciously: "Then you don't have to get up so early to apply for the job?"

"I have an interview, I have to sort out the information, and I have to think about how to deal with the interview."

Zhuge Huang sighed lightly, and said, "It's really hard for you to follow Dad."

Zhuge Hui smiled and said, "Dad, what are you talking about? Haven't we all lived like this all these years? Oh..." Just as she finished speaking, Zhuge Hui suddenly withdrew her hand quickly, and a crack was split on her finger. From the small opening, bright red blood soon gushed out.

Seeing the bloodstain on his daughter's hand, Zhuge Huang jumped up from the chair as if he had seen the most terrifying thing, rushed over and grabbed Zhuge Hui's finger, stared at her with wide eyes and fiercely. The blood dripped from her fingers, and the blood on her old face faded instantly, making her pale and terrifying.

Zhuge Hui was also frightened by his appearance, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Zhuge Huang grabbed her hand tightly and couldn't pull it out, she hurriedly shouted: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Zhuge Huang calmed down, shook his head, forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, I was taken aback by you."

Zhuge Hui also smiled, and said: "I was scared by you, I just cut my hand a little bit." Then he withdrew his hand, put his finger in his mouth and sucked it, then ignored it and continued to pick up pieces Glass.

Zhuge Huang hurriedly stopped her and said: "Okay, okay. Just leave it to me, you go to stop the bleeding first."

Zhuge Hui stretched out his freshly cut finger, shook it in front of him, and said, "It's all right now, there's no need to stop the bleeding."

"No, no, you'd better go wash it, or I won't worry about the wound getting infected and inflamed." While talking, Zhuge involuntarily took all the glass shards he had picked up from Zhuge Hui's hand, and pushed them away. she goes out.

Zhuge Hui frowned and said, "Dad."

"What?"

Zhuge Hui thought for a while and said, "You are so strange today."

Zhuge Huang stared and pretended to be angry and said, "What's wrong with me? Alright, let's go, didn't you say that you have to apply for an interview later?"

Zhuge Hui thought about it, and finally shook his head and went back to his room.

It wasn't until she left that Zhuge Huang sighed softly, looked at the pieces of glass in his hand, hesitated for a while, then turned and went back to the room, continuing to pick up the glass on the ground.But he didn't know that after returning to his room, Zhuge Hui sat on the bed in a daze, touching the cut finger, with deep worry in his eyes.

Zhuge Huang picked up all the broken glass on the ground and laid it out on the table. One glass was smashed into seven pieces.

Seven, does it mean something?
Perhaps for others, accidentally breaking a glass is not a big deal, but for Zhuge Huang, the meaning is quite different.Especially after Zhuge Hui cut his finger because of this, Zhuge Huang felt intense anxiety in his heart.

Heavenly secret warning, bloody disaster!
Real masters no longer need to use any props to deduce, and they can easily come up with hexagrams.Even if a glass is broken, he can see an ominous omen in it.

With a gloomy face, Zhuge Huang looked at the large and small glass shards on the table. After a long silence, Zhuge Huang closed his eyes in pain, and muttered to himself softly: "What happened? Why did he only have Seven months?"

Huo Di opened his eyes, those normally muddy eyes no longer had a dim and colorless brilliance, but only a monstrous fighting spirit and strong unyielding.Zhuge Huang gritted his teeth tightly, and let out a sonorous word from the gap between his teeth: "Seven months! Okay, I will fight with Tian for these seven months! With me here, I see how God can accept you!"

In the old room, cold words sounded: "I! I want to change my life against the sky!"

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In the dark world, two 11s face each other, floating without touching the ground.The difference is that one face is indifferent, and the other face is full of worry.

"Come back soon." The expressive "11" opened and closed his mouth without making a sound, but 11, who is good at lip-reading, can understand what he wants to say from the shape of his lips.

"What seven months? Where do you want me to go back?" Eleven finally spoke, but his tone was still as indifferent as ever.

"Come back. We're waiting for you."

"who are you?"

"11" on the opposite side stretched out his finger, slowly pointed to the heart, then moved to the head and pointed to the head. 11 I don't understand at all, what does he want to express?
"You only have the last seven months." "11" said again: "You must come back, you must...we..."

There was no sound transmission, and when "11" just said "we", the body became lighter and weaker, as if it became transparent.I can no longer see clearly what his lips are saying.

"Hey..." 11 just stretched out his hand to stop him, but the "self" on the opposite side was as fragile as a candle being shaken in the wind. I don't know if it's the time for him to appear, or the reaction caused by 11's actions , when 11 just raised his hand, the weak light source suddenly went out as if blown out by the wind.

The world once again returned to a void of darkness.

The sudden darkness made 11 startled, and slowly withdrew his hand without moving.In this silent and dark world, he was left alone in the end.

Fortunately, he was used to this loneliness.For many years, he has lived alone in the darkness that only belongs to him, and now he has just changed to a strange place.As for where he will go in the future, 11 doesn't care, he just hangs his head silently, drifting with the wind like a wandering soul.Although, in this world, there is no wind...

Time has lost its value and function. 11 doesn't know how long he has been floating like this, maybe it's just a short while, maybe it's been a long time, long enough to make people forget the term time.

While wandering aimlessly, suddenly, 11's toes hit something.Can't see what it is, but it is sure that it is big, big enough to stand him.Moreover, it is very soft, and it feels like stepping on a pile of rotten meat, and even the whole feet are deeply sunken.

When I was still thinking about what I stepped on at 11, suddenly, an old man, who seemed to come from Eternal, with endless vicissitudes, slowly sounded in this endless space: "The lost child can't find his way home!" way."

11 was startled, he had heard this voice before, when he appeared in this inexplicable space for the first few times many years ago, it was this voice that kept saying things like "why don't you discard the burden that shouldn't belong to you" .It's just that I didn't expect it to appear again after many years.

11 raised his head, suppressed the urge to look for the source of the sound, and shouted loudly: "Who are you?"

That vicissitudes of life voice did not appear again, 11 waited for a long time but did not get a response. 11 shouted again, "Come out!"

The voice didn't come out again, but when 11 finished shouting this sentence, the soft thing under his feet suddenly produced a huge suction force.This irresistible suction came very quickly, and just as 11 became alert, his whole body was already sucked in.It was as if an invisible huge monster opened its mouth and swallowed him down.

"Hmph..." 11 suddenly let out a muffled hum from his nostrils, and opened his eyes openly.

(End of this chapter)