Such a performance of Hadsett completely frightened me.

I immediately thought of the worst.

After Christina and Han Yun, Hyster also sacrificed his existence for his own ideas.

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

After that thought, I didn’t even understand what Hadesett had to do with the ideal that Hadsett had to sacrifice himself to achieve.

She did not look the kind of sentimental person, but like a wise man who had lived for a long time and saw through the world, and had been able to judge the great events in the eyes of others.She represents the human understanding of death, and this heavy topic has reached her, and it is already an ordinary thing that can be lightly raised.On that basis, what else could make her happy?

Just like she doesn’t like her present shape, but she just doesn’t like it.She left her back hand in this shape.

I can’t imagine anything that would make Hysters so sad and determined.

Hadnet had stopped crying, the tears had fallen, and the tears on his face had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never happened before.

I was even more puzzled, called her name, and saw her slowly raise her head.

"I probably don't need you to help."Hyster said.

“What happened?”I am still puzzled.

“I have seen the future.I don't need your help."Hydra emphasized it again.

I have some heart irritability.

The future, the future, the future... I know what the future is like.I am constantly reminded of that terrible future, that desperate future.

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

It makes me more irritable.

“What’s the matter?”I asked again.

He held out his hand to me.

Although I am puzzled, I still reach out and hold the hand of the knitting.

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

The skin on the hands seems to be frozen on the ice, and when you gently force it, you will feel the severe pain of the separation of the skin.

I don't think it's the inexplicable emotion that Mysteries is attacking me, and I'm still inscrutable.

“Monic...” I cried, waiting for me to go on, and she had loosened her hand.

“This is death.Just now, someone died."He said without a head.

“You...” I said again.

He reached out and touched the palm of my hand that I had not yet stretched out.

This time I didn’t feel the cold, but I felt the pain.Unlike the pain just now, this pain seems to have something cut my hand.

In an instant, that feeling turned to fire again.

He immediately withdrew his hand.

But for a moment, I felt an empty feeling.I seemed to be back in the strange space of the ghost, with nothing but a single color.Staying in such a place for a long time, will even have doubts about your own existence?

He looked at me and said, "Don't forget the feeling of death."

I stared at Hydsett suspiciously, and saw that her figure had disappeared.

I raised my hand and looked at my hand.

The palms of the hand have changed.The original messy palms become neat, and after looking at them for a long time, the deep palms of those newborns will be hooked up in their minds.

I think this pattern is a little familiar, just a little thought, I think this is the symbol of the Hyster.

In the text of Kaz Arna, the symbol of the Hadnett is a pattern of such geometrics.

I touched those lines, not feeling the pain, and no other sensations.

Looking at his body and soul, there was a strange rope on those chains, and the rope spread to the distant void.

Hadsett was supposed to have made some kind of connection with me, but I just don’t understand what that connection means.

What does she want to convey to me?

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

That feeling of being calculated is not good.At any time, no one likes to be counted by others and forced to take a road that they have to take.

He seemed to have done the same thing as Ye.

I rubbed the lines of the palm of my hand, and I also touched the ropes that came out of the soul.

To erase them, just something that moved with me, but I thought of the cry of Hadsett, and hesitated.

I laughed and lowered my hand.

Look at it again.

There is already a leaf, and no one more person, carrying more than one thing, is nothing.

I slowly walked out of the cloister of the community, out of the community, any way to find a direction, all the way forward.

I have been to the fat man's house several times, and I know that there are many small restaurants and supermarkets around here.Now it is time for lunch, working days, there are very few meals in residential areas, and there is no office building.But for the aunt and mother living in the surrounding area, sometimes eating outside at noon is to come to this small hotel.

I looked at a few people and finally found a family restaurant.

Looking at the signs and counter menus, I know that the shopkeeper should make breakfast snacks, and the afternoon market only has a noodles.I bought some snacks and took them away.

Some windows pick themselves up, and some need to wait for the waiter to arrive.

I looked for an empty seat and looked at the window.

After the clear glass window, there are people walking around, but it does not seem particularly busy.The steamer brags the heat, the pot of the cooking noodles also brazes the heat, and the large iron discs used to make raw frying and pot sticks, making a thorny sound.In the middle of the kitchen, there are two chefs who are constantly buns, fried, and the movements are skillful, but they are not fast.

They are not slow to do their job.

There were not many guests in the shop, and now I was the only one waiting.

The shop was not quiet, except for the sounds of the guests eating, the sounds of the kitchen, and the sound of televisions hanging from the central pillars.

The noon news is talking about the stock market, and in a short time, it is talking about social news.

“There was an accident in the office building.But according to the living, it is actually a ghost in the office building.The hospital is currently working on the rescue of survivors.Several survivors are suspected of inhaling toxic gases. . . .

I looked at the TV and was surprised.

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

The camera passed away and came back to the road.

The man surrounded by the police and the doctor was pale, and after looking at the camera, he said in horror: "Haunted!"“Fuck in the building!”

I was surprised again.

Previous footage may have been a TV blunder that broadcasts the restricted footage.

In the picture, I see acquaintances.

The man who shouted with ghosts was the man in the office building of the express ghost, the man who was hostile to me and hated me, and I appeared and broke the quiet life.

Behind him, I saw Xiao Sweet and Liu Yingjie.

They left the office alive.

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

“Packed it.”The waiter placed the packed snacks in front of me.

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