It was originally a blank piece of paper, and it has been preserved quite well. There is no stain on the light yellow paper surface, and the touch is not so smooth. On the top is a rare quill pen dipped in dark blue ink, and two sentences are written in cursive lingua franca: Back to the early morning of the 31st.
These two sentences led to two reverse events, and if nothing else, this kind of thing will happen again.
Jenkins rewound the paper, carefully tied a bow and put it back in the box. The current explanation makes sense, but there are still many questions.
He comforted the dissatisfied cat, licked his dry lips, and first asked a seemingly insignificant question:
"Mr. Pisco, if what you just said is true. Then, do you think that your life is being deliberately arranged?"
The middle-aged man shook his head again, the furry beard on his face was extraordinarily clear under the firelight:
"I sighed when I was young, but it doesn't matter now. What is arrangement? What is freedom? I live happily, and all decisions come from my own will. And, compared to those who spend the winter curled up in the corner of the alley Poor man, I can hold a teacup and talk to you about this, so what right do I have to complain?"
Jenkins accepted this answer, and he just wanted to judge whether the things about the Epic of Time were true or false.
"What is the Epic of Time?"
He asked again, this phrase contains the word "years", and the security level is 0, so the special status can be imagined.
"A very special gift, all I have is one page of it. It is impossible to judge when it was born. Its function is only to record some important events that affect the fate of the world. Until someone finds out that a specific person holds a specific A pen that can be written on to change history, and even create history. Of course, there is a considerable price.”
As he spoke, he unbuttoned the pale white striped pajamas. The skin became transparent, and the internal organs could be vaguely seen.
"Using the Epic of Time requires a price, not to mention, what I have here is just a page."
"How many times can you use it?"
"Twice, at most two times. Mr. Williams, you still have two chances to start over to find the source of the incident that may have caused the disaster. We have no way of knowing whether the incident you solved is correct, so try your best to Try. But since the Epic of Time has chosen you, then don’t worry, this thing must happen around you, all you need is to look for it.”
"But why me?"
He finally asked the core question, and at this moment, there was a slight cracking sound from the fireplace, but no one paid attention to it.
"There's always someone going to do something, like I have to be here to guide you, and you have to go fix the trouble."
He snorted helplessly and turned his head slightly to look at the glass. Due to the large difference in brightness between indoors and outdoors, the glass can illuminate the faces of the two of them and the swaying firelight, only the faint snowflakes falling from the sky and finally disappearing.
"Go for it, Mr. Williams. Do whatever you want. Things will happen around you. I think the past two times today, you have encountered something unusual. The next time in the early hours of the 31st You can still come to me, and I will answer some of your questions, which can be regarded as my little help to you."
This is the meaning of seeing off guests, but Jenkins still has some things to ask. Even though I initially believed in this middle-aged man, after all, the piece of paper cannot be faked, but there are still many doubts.
"That is to say, I need to find as many unusual things as possible on the 31st. After the last backtracking, solve them all at once?"
"Yes, and it must be done by you."
That would be bad, there is only a little divinity, but there are two things that need to be resolved by force.
"Are you going to die?"
"of course."
He said this very calmly, and then pointed to himself: "The moment I made this decision, I already understood that my whole life is for this. To successfully climb to a level that others cannot reach, It's just to burn more fully, leaving you with more opportunities.
Oh, don't look at me that way, I don't resent this fate. As I said just now, my life has been wonderful enough and happy enough. Finally igniting myself like fireworks is the best ending for me. "
He smiled and shook his head again: "Look, maybe my personality has become like this, which is also an arrangement made by fate for this moment. Mr. William, we are all writers, and we all like to think about things that the general public likes to hear and see. All kinds of plots. But you and I know very well that reality is not a story. If fate really makes arrangements for a person, then this person will face the end with a smile like me, because this is also fate. Mortals are mortal, Even I will make no exceptions."
"But if you die like this, no one will know your contribution, and your honor will not be publicized."
Jenkins pointed it out, eyes piercing.
"No, you know, that's enough."
Mr. Pisco's words speak volumes.
"who I am?"
"No no, please don't ask this question again, it will destroy the trust we have built so hard. The only way I can help in the strange and magical events we have experienced is to keep going back in time .When we met for the last time, if I could still speak, I would explain some questions that cannot be answered now, such as—what is the savior. I think you should also be looking for answers... "
Jenkins nodded and got up from his chair, and Mr. Piscoe got up too. Jenkins retrieved his coat and hat from the hanger by the door, and Mr. Pisco put the overcoat on again and sent him downstairs.
Although the landlady was still complaining, she still politely asked Jenkins if he needed an umbrella. He shook his head and refused, let the chocolate stay in his chest obediently, and walked into the snowstorm with a serious face.
Mr. Pisco stood in the foyer for a while, then walked slowly and heavily, and returned to his own apartment upstairs. The black and white kitten was lying on the chair Jenkins sat on just now, and the amber cat eyes carefully looked at the owner here. The middle-aged man was not surprised either. He bowed to show respect, and then sat down again as before, except that the person opposite turned into a cat.