The interior is a bit messy, this is a typical apartment for a man who lives alone. In addition to the chairs where the two were sitting in front of the fireplace, there were some messy manuscripts on the yellow wooden floor. On the wall near the window, leaning against a brown wooden bookshelf. There are various novels and story books on the shelves, and Jenkins even saw his own book.
The coat and hat were hung on the hanger at the door, and since Pisco called out his real name, he lifted his disguise. Now Jenkins is wearing a dark blue sweater over a black fleece vest. Chocolate lay on Jenkins' lap, letting him stroke the hair on his back.
At first neither of them spoke, the firelight illuminating half the faces of the two men. The swaying shadows climbed on his face, and Jenkins always felt that the middle-aged writer opposite was pale, as if he was dying.
"Sorry to meet you in this way."
Pisco was the first to speak. Without waiting for Jenkins to ask, he took the initiative to say with an apologetic expression: "In fact, the time loop you have experienced these days is indeed led by me. I went to the antique store that day to keep Submit the address, but don't worry, I will pay the rest of the balance."
He's been using honorifics, which makes Jenkins uneasy.
"I know who you are."
As if seeing what Jenkins was thinking, he immediately explained. Before Jenkins could ask a question, he stood up and pulled over a copper-colored box on the fireplace.
Next to the box is a photo frame, which contains a black and white photo of Pisco himself. The background is also this house, but the fireplace is sealed. Compared with the middle-aged people now, the young man with a bright smile in the old photos looks much healthier.
"Yes, I know all about it."
He nodded solemnly at Jenkins, who still had a ignorant expression in vigilance:
"Does he know who I am? A false god? A twin demon? A man in black who collects strange things? Mr. Candle?"
"Meow~"
The cat on Jenkins' lap shuddered to get Jenkins to take his hand away. Then he stood up slowly, meowed in protest at the man, and then lay down again.
It took a long time for Jenkins' hand to come back, and he pawed his pants impatiently.
The box itself had no aura, but when it was opened, the dazzling white aura almost blinded Jenkins' eyes. He immediately covered his eyes, feeling like tears were about to flow down his face.
"Are you all right?"
Pisco asked immediately, handing him a towel. Rubbing his cheeks a little, Jenkins didn't dare to use the real eye again this time.
Inside the box is a rolled paper tube carefully tied with a red ribbon. At first glance, I don't think there is anything special, but the more I observe, the more I feel that my breathing becomes unsmooth.
The sound of the beating heart became stronger and stronger, and the blood in the whole body was being supplied to the head. A dense and passionate voice faintly appeared in the ear, and the flames of the furnace in sight curled into a weird vortex.
Everything around was distorted, and the sense of distortion became stronger and stronger as the line of sight stayed longer.
Jenkins took a sharp breath and turned his head away. By the time he breathed out a long breath, except for a little dizziness and a tingling pain in the back of his head, there was no serious problem.
"As expected of you, you are not affected by it at all!"
Seeing that Jenkins was no longer looking at it, Mr. Pisco placed the box on the small wooden table between them. There were also two teacups and a teapot, but Jenkins left the cups alone.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce, sorry."
He just remembered, and quickly said: "This piece of paper is part of C-07-0-0001, [Epic of Time]. To be precise, it's just a blank page. I rely on it to turn back time. William Mr. Te, I know you still have a lot to ask, but I'm very sorry, I can't answer it yet."
Mr. Pisco nodded slightly, with a serious face: "Please listen carefully, on the 31st, that is, today, the beginning of an event that is enough to destroy a third of the continent will appear in our city. This is the correct prophecy , It was this piece of paper that gave me enlightenment. And the only way out is for you to solve it, and I keep repeating the 31st day, just to ask you to find out what caused the beginning of the destruction."
Seeing that Jenkins didn't reply, he added: "Please listen, this piece of paper, a page of the epic of years, has been in my body since I was born. Yes, I have been a gifter since birth, and I rely on Its power climbed to level 8 in just forty years, with little difficulty."
He put the two fingers of his right hand on his forehead, and when Jenkins looked over again, the light spot had already appeared.
"This piece of paper has helped me do many things, such as hiding my identity as the giver. Sometimes, I even wonder whether I am the owner of this piece of paper, or I am just a soul born from this piece of paper. "
Even so, there was no distressed expression on the middle-aged man's face. He took the handle of the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, a wisp of smoke slowly rising and dissipating in the air.
He looked at Jenkins, Jenkins shook his head hesitantly, and the man put down the pot in his hand again.
What this man named Pisco said was too unbelievable, but what is certain is that this page is indeed the culprit of everything. In the moment of backtracking, he had vaguely seen a book, and this page felt the same to Jenkins as that book.
He thought about it, and felt that there was no logical loophole in what the man said just now, but it was still difficult to accept:
"In other words, you use the power of this piece of paper to reverse time so that I can save the world? Sir, this is a bit ridiculous."
The corners of Mr. Pixar's mouth curved up, revealing some smiles:
"But it is true. I wondered a long time ago that fate made this piece of paper appear in my hands, made my life so smooth, and let me become a level 8 gifter at an amazing speed. Is there any special purpose? .It wasn’t until last year, the night before I wrote the script, that I suddenly understood: I came to this world and lived this life just to sit here and say these words to you on this day. Everything is predestined.”
He stretched out his hand, and the paper roll in the box was automatically lifted into the air. With a slight push, it slowly flew towards Jenkins.
Chocolate pounced, but was held down by Jenkins. He hesitated for a moment, held the roll of paper, and untied the slipknot of the ribbon to reveal the contents.