Night’s Nomenclature

To worship the Bodhisattva when a crisis or accident is imminent seems a bit like seeking medical treatment in a hurry.

However, Qingchen felt that the supernatural phenomenon on his arm should be left to supernatural beings to take care of it.

For Qingchen, he would not suffer any loss if he paid his respects.

He likes to make preparations in advance and not leave himself the chance to regret.

The time is 9:30 pm.

Qingchen sat on the bed and looked down at his phone. There was only this faint light in the bedroom, and there were only a few messages from his deskmate Nan Gengchen on WeChat. No one else sent him messages.

The WeChat avatar of his mother Zhang Wanfang was quiet, which made Qingchen feel a little disappointed.

Of course, it's just a trace.

He didn't know what he was expecting.

In fact, he doesn't blame his mother.

His father gambled and sold off many properties in the family, and also committed domestic violence and cheating. Qingchen didn't think there was anything wrong with his mother's initiative to divorce.

On the contrary, Qingchen, who had witnessed his father beating his mother, was even happy for his mother's choice.

Because it's right.

On the eve of her parents' divorce, my grandmother once advised my mother not to divorce: How can you, a woman with a teenage son as a dragster, have a family in the future? Who will remarry you?

After hearing all this, Qingchen chose to live with his father when his parents divorced.

He remembered his parents' shocked expressions at that time, but Qingchen knew that this was also the right choice.

Now that his mother has started a new life and formed a happy new family, Qingchen may be a little disappointed, but he is still careful not to disturb her.

Countdown 2:31:12.

Qingchen suddenly thought of a question, if these were 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 is the thing that you want to do most in your life, but have not yet had time to do it, or do not dare to do it.

The unexpressed love, the people we met but didn’t see each other, the places we wanted to go but didn’t, the things we wanted to say but didn’t say, are all in the category of answers.

This question should be asked directly from your heart.

Qingchen stood up and put on his coat. He actually chose to go out again when there was not much left in the countdown.

He pushed his broken bicycle out of the house, got on it and sped towards his destination.

The wind in the autumn night is a little cooler, and the number of pedestrians on the road is gradually becoming less and less.

Qingchen, who was riding the bicycle, looked calm, and the sleeves of his coat were blown back by the wind on the bridge.

He did have a lot of regrets in his life, and there were a lot of things he didn't dare to do.

But tonight he didn't need cowardice or fear, just courage.

At a certain moment, Qingchen was thinking that if he was really going to die tonight, he should finish the most important things. He didn't have time.

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

Qingchen rode his bicycle through the alleys, crossed the Qili River Bridge, and arrived at a residential building.

When he saw the familiar dilapidated second-hand motorcycle parked downstairs, and heard the sound of mahjong being played on the second floor...

Then he picked up his mobile phone and dialed 110: "Hello, comrade police, I want to report that there is a gathering of people gambling in Room 201, Unit 2, Building 17, Longteng Community, Luojian District."

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

Only then did Qingchen feel relieved, turned around and rode his bicycle home.

The idea is clear.

When he got home, Qingchen took a look at the white lines on his arm and counted down to 1:02:21 seconds.

He began to reexamine his preparations.

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

Qingchen had watched a horror movie before. The story told that the protagonist encountered something dirty, and as a result, a ghost would find him at 12 o'clock every night.

Then the protagonist hides in various places, and even hides in deep mountains and old forests, but he can always be found by ghosts.

At that time, Qingchen was thinking, why doesn't the protagonist go to a crowded place?

Although ghosts are very powerful, generally everyone feels safer in places with many people.

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

So when Qingchen thought of this, he began to think, should he also go to a place with many people?

Or, he could go directly to the White Horse Temple in Luo City...after all, there is a Bodhisattva there.

There are not only Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, but also Manjushri Bodhisattva and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

It also looks very safe.

However, Qingchen chose to stay at home in the end. He felt that zombies were more likely to appear when the countdown ended than monsters and monsters.

If this thing really happens, then going to a crowded place is no different than seeking death. On the other hand, Bodhisattva seems to have no business dealing with such things.

Qingchen has already prepared supplies at home. If zombies really attack, he can hide at home for a while.

Countdown 00:31:49.

In the last half hour, Qingchen turned on the lamp on his desk and quietly wrote a suicide note and left it on the desk.

If he died today, perhaps one day in the future his family and friends would be able to read his last words.

If he had not died, his life might have been a different world.

Countdown to 00:00:12.

After writing the suicide note, Qingchen sat up, holding the boning knife tightly in his right hand, and the pupils in his clear eyes suddenly narrowed.

The closer to the last moment, the calmer his mood became.

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No ghosts, no zombies, no disasters.

Qingchen watched quietly as the time around him stopped. The time on his phone seemed to be stuck at 12:00:00 forever.

The second hand of the clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped beating, and the light outside the window stopped swaying.

He stood up, and the frozen time seemed to be broken by the action of standing up. The world in his eyes was shattered like a mirror.

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

Then, he too fell into darkness.

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I don't know how long time has passed, but it seems to be only a moment. At this moment, Qingchen suddenly lost the concept of time.

In the darkness, the fragments of the world began to be put back together. The fragments that came from nowhere were combined into a brand new world in an instant.

Qingchen was lying on a narrow hard bed. This was a completely unfamiliar environment. He had never been there 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 his arm again and was surprised to find that the white lines on his arm had changed.

"Return countdown 48:00:00."

48 hours, that is, 2 days, Qingchen thought.

The next moment, the countdown jumped by one second: countdown to return 47:59:59.