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【391 Nangong Mo (1)】

It was roughly during my last year at Daug that I met a man. He was wearing a white coat. His eyes were almost colorless, but very bright and lively. He was wearing a mask. I didn’t see his face clearly, I just remembered

His eyes are as special as mine.

He asked me, “What is the purpose of you coming here to undergo this tortured research?

I said, "To return to Beiming."

He didn't take off his mask, but his voice could be heard to be extremely contemptuous, "What are you going to do with such a weak family?"

I don't know if Beiming is weak, but whether I stay in Nangong or return to Beiming, neither option has always been my interest.

After the man asked me about the ability of my eyes, he asked me to predict for him. As soon as I held his hand, I was very surprised. At first, my ability to predict was only limited to words, which was very one-sided, but when I met a girl

After that, it was like my eyes were opened. As long as I had contact with someone, even the simplest things, I could predict the three or five scenes and know his recent movements.

But this man was completely different. I held his hand, tried my best and was exhausted, but I still didn't know anything.

He is the only man whose future I cannot predict.

The man saw through my embarrassment very keenly and told me, "Nangong Mo, follow me, I can give you everything you want."

"I'm sorry, I don't even know what I want."

I refused almost without thinking, but he smiled and said, "But I know."

I don’t think so. I don’t have much interest. If I am led by others, what fun can there be in life?

My refusal did not frustrate him. He handed me a gold business card and said, "I admire you very much, son. I have something I want you to try. If you are interested, you can come to me."

I just glanced at the foreign names written in German. I didn't bother to remember them, so I threw the business card into my bag and let it gather dust.

At that time, there was a nice girl in Dougie, who became my first love and stole my first kiss. When I was with her, I kept resisting my prophetic thoughts, and it was very hard to resist. When we parted that year, she

He fell asleep on my shoulder, relaxed for a while, and still made a prophecy.

As soon as the flashing picture appeared, I pushed her away hastily, not daring to continue looking down.

That scene was like me dying in front of her eyes.

Prophecies are not static. I have experienced this for a long time. As time goes by and you do different things, some established facts will also change.

If this girl pushes me to death, then of course I will choose to stay away.

After saying goodbye to her that time, I never went back to Doug and went back to the Rose Garden as usual.

Not long after, a man named Shen came to visit. Beiming Wanrou stayed in the bedroom with him for two consecutive days before leaving the bedroom. I am already a teenager, so I naturally understand what happened.

His contempt for her was even greater.

I gave Shen Tuo a hard look, thinking that if he didn't leave, I would kill him with my own hands tonight.

I don't like Beiming Wanrou, but she has always been my mother's identity, which is tarnished and not allowed.

After he saw the look in my eyes, he stared at Beiming Wanrou for a long time and then quietly left.

His decision saved his life.

Beiming Wanrou did not try to persuade him to stay. She had obtained the information she wanted. After the man named Shen left, she was even very happy.

She cooked a large table of meals and quietly invited the people she knew and were close to her at night, telling them to seek a man named Diderot as soon as possible.

I rarely ate at the same table with her. I finished my meal alone in the kitchen, cleaned up briefly and went to wash up. In the bathroom, I heard her and my dear uncle calling to tell the news, talking about the virus, saying that it was just around the corner, saying

What about sneaking into the main island... After the official business was finished, it turned into a confessional meeting for her. She held the phone and cried softly, without any backbone.

When I came out of the bathroom, she had hung up the phone and was standing in the room holding the phone, shaking all over.

She said she must succeed.

Then when he saw me, he started to get hysterical, drove me into the cold basement, and even threatened me in the end, "Don't think that you are a member of Nangong's family, and don't want to snitch. Your abilities and everything about you belong to Beiming."

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Belonging to Beiming?

Snitching for Nangong?

Did she really give birth to me? Does she really understand me?

With these questions in mind, I couldn't help but sneer and ask her, "Do you know how you will die in the future?"

She stared at me and continued hysterically, "You are not allowed to prophesy to me! You can't control my future! You are my son! In the future, you will return to the ancestral line, and your name will be changed to Bei Mingmo. Everything about you is yours."

Everything is controlled by my brother..."

"Died into pieces."

I spoke indifferently and uttered four words.

She opened the drawer, took out a gun, and started shooting me. She chased me all over the yard, but the gunshots rang out until almost midnight——

She is the worst shooter I have ever seen. After so many shots, she never hit a single shot.

How stupid, no wonder he died so miserably.

Perhaps more importantly, it was easy for me to avoid a crazy woman.

I tied her up, threw her in the basement and locked her up all night, and didn't let her out until the next night. She shrank and looked at me, hiding in the darkness and not daring to yell at me for the first time——

I have always had a good temper and behaved well. I have always obeyed what she said. Now, I must have turned around too quickly and she couldn't accept it without any preparation. But how could I care about her feelings? Just like her

It was as if she had locked me up in the basement since I was a child. How had she ever cared about my expression?

I untied her, took the medicine box and gave her medicine, cooked her favorite meals and put them on the table. Then I went back to the house and started packing, preparing to leave and seek the life I wanted.

While packing, I accidentally touched a business card that was covered with thick dust. I glanced at it and was slightly stunned.

I only know a little bit of German, so it's not a problem to read people's names. It turns out that I had met Diderot a long time ago.

Very surprised.

I'm used to having predictions, so I haven't had this feeling for a long time. Now that it suddenly hit me, I couldn't decide whether it was right or wrong to use this word to describe my mood.

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