Wu Ling said, "Whether that ghost is Lynch or not, there should be a purpose."

"If it's Lynch, that's a good guess."Gumu waved his hand, "It must be that he wants to resurrect his family, or he is his friends."Gu Mu looked at me, “The coordinates of your dreams can only be used once, right?”What about ability?Can the ability to reverse time be used twice against the same object?

I was stunned.I haven’t tested this yet.

“If not, you can change the past and bring people back to life.”The South said.

“So what is the reason he did this?All men become ghosts, immortal, eternal life?”Gum asked.

I really can’t get involved on this topic.

Liu Miao objected: "It is not yet clear that the behind-the-scenes is Lynch."

“The possibility is great.”The more he was serious, the more he was, the more he wondered if he was serious.

Nan Gong Yao asked Liu Miao: "Have you been to that world?"How is it?”

When Liu Miao was imprisoned in Yangshan District, he should have passed through the entrances and exits of different spaces with Ye Qing and entered the future world.Ye Qing found the way back to the present world, and Liu Miao died in it.

Liu Miao recalled that his face was not very good, "very bad ... maybe there was a problem with the place we arrived."I didn’t see anyone... it was a ruin.Like Lynch described, the ruins of that monster.I don’t know how I died...” Liu Miao exhaled and rubbed the temple.

This memory should have been very impressive for Liu Miao.But it may be affected by the Yangshan District, otherwise it is affected by some ghost in the world, and his memory is vague, leaving only a feeling, not a clear memory.

I wonder if there is a problem with his memory.Perhaps he also experienced some kind of change, and the memory of the past changed.

I cannot ask this question, nor can I tell anyone.

In fact, the person who knows best what happened at that time was Ye Qing.But Ye Qing is not a man of many words.He doesn’t mention these things at all.We also have no idea what happened at the time.

I can't say, but I can't say it, not want to say it.

The more I felt uncomfortable, girded, as if I were locked in some kind of torture tool, and a little movement would be pierced by a sharp motion.There is no way to escape, or even to ask for help.

If that guy is really me, why do you do something like this?

“In other words, this pattern of behaviour is completely different from Lynch’s.”The South said.

Liu Miao expressed his approval, and Wu Ling nodded his head.

Gumoubi scratched his head, "Maybe after he died his brain became a little more clever."

I look at the old man.

“Anyway, it can’t be conclusive.Let’s wait for the time being to change.The other side does not want to have a direct conflict with us, and we do not need to die with them.”Wu Ling said.

“Do it matter?”I have some unwillingness.

The main thing is to think of the killing of the live broadcast software, and to think of the different attitudes of Zhao Hang and Nguyen Han.Now, I seem to be witnessing a crime, but I choose to stand by and watch, and even the police are unwilling to do it.

“Someone will care.We don't have to do that."Wu Ling said.

She meant to give it to the spiritual circles.

I feel more depressed.

The ghosts of the future world have been integrated.Whether the ghost kings want to or not, they must obey the same will.But the real world circles are still fighting and going their own way.Most importantly, professionals in the circle can only be girded and secretly do something to maintain the stability of the world.No one can jump out, shout with their arms, unify the will of the whole world.

Nan Gongyao seemed to see through my thoughts and comforted: “They must also have their own calculations.”If that wasn’t the case, the ghost didn’t have to do that.His power can do more and more effective things.”

Running a live-streaming software doesn’t seem like an efficient thing.

I accepted his idea.

When I left the hotel, I took the car home.

My parents were watching TV, casually greeted me, in accordance with the convention, complained about my lack of home, to find out if I was secretly talking about my girlfriend.

I also gave a negative answer.

When I got back to my room, I thought about one of the things I had just mentioned at the hotel.

I looked around, looked around in the drawer, and found a notebook.

This is the notebook I left behind by the civil servant.The first few pages were a bit of a chore.The content can't be seen clearly, but it should not be the content of the exam, it may be a note on a college course.

I held the book and used my abilities.

The book is new from the old, and the handwriting page disappears.After the notes on the first page became extremely clear, the brushing ground was completely gone and became white paper.

I stopped the ability.

So, once again...

I used my ability again.

The book was suddenly torn apart, and the paper was gone.I have nothing left in my hand.

Twice, feasible.

That should be good news.

But...

I always think there’s something wrong.

Where is the problem...

I thought hard.

I remember the year I used my ability, every dream, every time I used it...

I suddenly felt a heavy body, and the whole person fell to the ground.

I didn’t feel the pain and my body fell on the bed.

I opened my eyes and saw the strange sheets.

The body becomes light.I flew up and looked down to see the object of my possession.

The cold... is the cold.

He is... dead?

So fast?

It’s not good to think so, but I’m really shocked.

How long have I been separated from the cold?Just a few hours.Is he dead?

The time now...

I scanned the room and found the calendar.To be precise, the month shown above is May, with no other markers.Look at the year, this year.

This May...

He turned over in bed and groaned in pain.His back pain passed on to me.

Fatigue makes him want to sleep and cannot sleep.

He got up hard and decided to take a shower.

I walked around the room and found nothing.

Nguyen Han lived in a one-room house, and he should be alone in the house.There were few supplies in the house, and there were no piles of debris, like a new house.

The body of Nguyen Han, soaked in the bathtub, relaxed, but his mind became more active.

I saw a lot of design.Of course I don’t understand those drawings.I can only see that it is the interior design of the main house, not the company, not the shopping mall.

Is it the design of the live-streaming software?

I was thinking about it, and I saw the new idea of the cold.

He buried his face in the water, and the design in his mind changed from a bedroom to a bathroom.

Narrow small bathtub, cartoon curtain, anti-slip mat, and mirror next to the bathtub... The bathroom with the toilet, the area is very small, to put a lot of bathing milk, shampoo and other bottles, clutter, crowded.Then a ghost appeared...