Aoba Office

The performance of Mencet completely frightened me.

I immediately thought of the worst-case scenario.

After Christina and Han Yun, Mingxit has to sacrifice his own existence for his own ideals.

I stood up and looked at Mencet, not knowing what to say.

After that thought, I even didn't understand what ideals Hensit had that required Hensit to sacrifice himself to achieve.

She does not seem to be the kind of sentimental person, but rather like a wise person who has lived for a long time and has seen through the world, and can already evaluate the major events in the eyes of others calmly. She represents mankind's understanding of death. When it comes to her, this heavy topic has become an ordinary thing that can be brought up easily. On this basis, what else could move her?

It's like she doesn't like her current appearance, but it's just that she doesn't like it. She was very sensible and used this appearance to have a backup plan.

I can't imagine anything that would make Hunsit so sad and determined.

Mingxit had stopped crying. Her tears fell to the ground and disappeared directly. The tear stains on her face also disappeared without a trace, as if the scene just now had never happened.

I felt even more puzzled. I called her name and saw her slowly raising her head.

"I probably don't need your help anymore." Hensit said.

"What happened?" I was still confused.

"I have seen the future. I don't need your help anymore." Pensit emphasized.

I'm a little impatient.

The future, the future, the future...of course I know what the future looks like. People keep reminding me of that terrible future, that hopeless future.

Ye Qing's appearance and tone seemed to appear in front of him, replacing Ming Xit's figure.

This makes me more irritated.

"What happened?" I asked again.

Mencet extended his hand to me.

Although I was puzzled, I still reached out and shook hands with Mingxit.

At that moment, I felt like I was holding a piece of ice.

The skin on your hands seems to be frozen on ice. If you exert any force, you will feel the severe pain of separation of skin and flesh.

I don't think this is Mencet attacking me, I still have that puzzling emotion in my heart.

"Mensit..." I shouted, but before I could continue, she had already let go of her hand.

"This is death. Just now, a person died." Mingxit said in a confused manner.

"What on earth are you..." I spoke again.

Mencet stretched out his hand again and touched my unstretched palm.

This time I didn't feel the cold, but the sharp pain. Different from the severe pain just now, this pain felt like something was cutting my palm.

In an instant, that feeling turned into burning again.

Mencet immediately retracted his hand.

But at that moment, I felt a sense of emptiness and nothingness. I seemed to have returned to a ghost's alien space, with nothing but a single color. If you stay in a place like that for a long time, you will doubt your own existence, right?

Mensit lowered his hand, looked at me, and said seriously: "Don't forget the feeling of death."

I stared at Mencet in confusion, and saw her figure disappear.

I raised my hand and looked at my palm.

The lines on the palm of my hand changed. The originally messy palm prints have become neat. After looking at them for a long time, you will connect those new and profound palm prints in your mind.

I thought this pattern looked familiar, but after thinking about it for a moment, I remembered that it was the symbol of Mencet.

In the Kazian language, the symbol of Mencet is such a pattern made up of geometric figures.

I touched those lines and felt no pain or other sensations.

Looking at his body and soul, there is a strange hemp rope on those chains, and the rope spreads into the distance into the void.

Mencet should have established some kind of connection with me, but I don't understand the significance of this connection.

What was she trying to convey to me?

I thought of Ye Qing again and couldn't help but feel disgusted.

The feeling of being calculated is not pleasant. No one likes to be plotted against or forced into a path they have to take.

Ming Xit seemed to have done the same thing as Ye Qing.

I rubbed the lines on my palm and touched the extra hemp rope on my soul.

To erase them was just something that crossed my mind, but I hesitated when I thought of the crying look of Pensit.

I smiled bitterly and lowered my hand.

Lets see.

There was already one Ye Qing, so one more person and one more thing to carry would be nothing.

I slowly walked out of the corridor of the community, walked out of the community, found a random direction, and walked forward.

I have been to Fatty's house several times and know that there are many small restaurants and small supermarkets nearby. It's lunch time now. On weekdays, there are very few people coming to the residential area to eat. There are no office buildings here. But for the aunties and mothers living nearby, they sometimes go to this small restaurant to eat out at noon.

I looked at several restaurants and finally found a restaurant with a small family.

Looking at the signboard and counter menu, you can tell that this store mainly serves breakfast snacks, and only noodles are available for lunch. I bought some snacks to take away.

Some snacks are available for self-pickup at the window, while others require waiting for the waiter to deliver them.

I found an empty seat and sat down, looking at the row of windows.

Behind the transparent glass window, people kept walking back and forth, but they didn't look particularly busy. The steamer was steaming, the pot for cooking noodles was also steaming, and the large iron plate used to make pan-fried dumplings and pot stickers made a crackling sound. In the middle of the kitchen, two chefs were constantly making dumplings and pan-fried dumplings. Their movements were skillful, but not very fast.

They did their work slowly.

There were not many customers in the store, and now I was the only one waiting.

The store was not quiet. In addition to the sounds of customers eating, the sounds in the kitchen, and the sounds of the TV hanging on the central pillar.

The noon news was talking about the stock market, and soon, it talked about social news.

"... An accident occurred in the office building. But according to the survivors, it was actually haunted. The hospital is currently treating the survivors. Several survivors are suspected of inhaling toxic gases..."

I looked at the TV and was immediately shocked.

In the background of the office building, a body could be seen lying on the ground.

The camera flashed and came to the road again.

The man surrounded by police and doctors looked pale. After looking at the camera, he said in horror: "It's haunted! There's a haunted building!"

I was surprised again.

The previous shot might be a mistake by the TV station, and the restricted footage was played.

In the current shot, I saw an acquaintance.

The man who shouted that there was a ghost was the man in the office building where the courier ghost was, the man who was hostile to me and somewhat disgusted with my appearance and disrupting his peaceful life.

Behind him, I saw Xiaotian and Liu Yingjie.

They left the office building alive.

I didn't feel much relief, but after the initial surprise, I calmed down.

"It's packed." The waiter put the packed snacks in front of me.

I thanked him, picked up the plastic bag, and left the restaurant.