Time is very meaningful. It is interpreted from a certain angle and is a pronoun that announces the death and hope of the executor.
In the end, the situation faced by the executors will become worse. Similarly, the approach of time also means that they are closer to escape from the "sea of bitterness".
This moment was just right, it was midnight on June 20th. With the movement of the second hand, the performers on the eighteenth floor have come to the last day and night. As long as the hour hand rotates two more complete arcs, they can survive. If you do, you can leave the Shenshen apartment.
Perhaps at that time, they could take a bath, smoke cigarettes, and drink alcohol, and be lucky that they became survivors.
Eleven executors, each one hopes that he can be a member of the current eighteenth floor. They all want to live to this time, but everything in the world always backfires.
Han Bolin, Lou Yun, Wu Cheng, John, Baimei, Rong Chuan, including the original Song Zhuoming and now Wuming, they all failed to come to this time and become the survivors.
Maybe I can still breathe now, and it is a great blessing to sit on the dusty ground like Xu Lang, Yan Yan, and Ling, feeling the sound of the storm outside the window.
The dead do not mean that they have no ability or ability. Similarly, those who survive do not mean that they are really powerful.
In fact, a large part of these three people who survived to this day are due to luck.
Perhaps Xu Lang, Yan Yan and Ling, the top executives in these three newspapers, are unwilling to admit or regard the fact that they are alive now as a gift from evil spirits. They have all made their best efforts.
But those who died, they are also working hard. Unfortunately, the "daydream" is absurd and disorderly. No matter how many sins you have in your body, or what a perfect mind, it is just the evil spirits wanting you. Live to this day.
That's it.
This is not a reason, nor a rule, but a simple fact.
Xu Lang understood and believed that he was sitting on the edge of the east wall, watching the window close at hand, where sparse light could shine on his side face, making it look paler.
He held a cigarette that had been burning for a long time in his fingertips, and it was about to burn out, but he didn't know it, just staring at a certain part of the corridor with godless eyes and was silent.
Leaning to the west wall, Yan Yan squatted on the ground with his knees bent. He was cleaning the dust from the pure black suit with very slight and careful movements.
In fact, sitting here is unavoidable to be contaminated with dust, but he still stubbornly tries to find a suitable balance between rest and cleanliness. If there is no such thing, he can only be patient and clean up a little bit. .
This may mean something, but it's all silent.
Ling sat paralyzed under the central window, his head weakly against the wall, completely different from Yan Yan, he has no mind to care about whether he is clean or not, and he has time to recharge his energy, which is already a great gift. .
He had no energy for a long time, and the pure white porcelain jar placed between his legs in front of him was the only object among the three, but no one had their eyes on it except Zero.
Only he knows how crucial this porcelain jar is. Whether it was the escape from the day homicide case or the entry into the day homicide case in the middle of the night, this jar played a vital role.
Zero didn’t want to move his limbs anymore, only his left eye could still have the strength and energy to observe the two people on the left and right in front of him, but his eyesight was limited and he could only see two silent shadows vaguely. Respective things.
The three people have been gathered here since the fourteenth floor, and they have spent three or four long hours. During this period, they did not speak or communicate with each other.
The night of wind and rain suppressed the atmosphere to the extreme. Those who can walk here alive have already arrived, and there is no need to talk about other things.
Only Zero, in the long silence, suddenly chuckled softly, which seemed very abrupt and weird in today's situation.
When his smile came, Xu Lang's hand shook. The cigarette that burned to the limit finally burned his fingers, and while the ashes fell, his hand threw the cigarette butt far away, the sporadic sparks and The ground collided, and finally stopped, flickered a few times and then went out completely.
Xu Lang frowned and looked at the source of the laughter, the old man who was sitting on the ground and smiling, but still did not speak.
Yan Yan finally cleaned up all the dust on his body, and his calm temper was disturbed by the laugh. He raised his head, but unconsciously moved his feet on the ground, and lifted up some dust and fell on him just after cleaning. On the leg of the trousers.
He "tsk" for a while, and somewhat unhappy, he began to make the kind of weird and meaningless "clean" meticulously again.
"Sometimes I really didn't think that when the three of us were together, we would be so silent..." Ling hung his head and swept across the two in front of him, and he could see that the corners of his mouth were still a little aroused.
"Then your original idea, what will it be like when we meet?"
Xu Lang kicked the dozen or so cigarette butts under him to the side while asking.
Yan Yan seemed to be ecstatic and clean, and was not interested in Zero's conversation. Instead, Xu Lang took the opportunity to take the conversation. This is not to say how interested he is, just that he is bored.
He felt a sense of boredom in this mission again, some emptiness and confusion, maybe it was a good idea to spend tonight by chatting.
"Strong swords, calculate each other." Zero's words are simple, and he doesn't hide his thoughts.
Xu Lang smiled softly when he heard the words, and put his back on the cold wall in a daze, feeling the reality, "A lot of things have changed."
Then he raised his arm, pointed at the busy Yan Yan, and said with a slight smile: "Look at him, he didn't smoke before, and he asked me for cigarettes, but now he quit smoking, things are impermanent."
Yan Yan heard the words pointed to him, raised his head slightly, glanced at Xu Lang, then lowered his head again, still not participating in the conversation between the two, and then cleaned his trouser legs, but the eighteenth floor There was a lot of ash, and while he was cleaning, the wind was blowing and the clothes that had just been cleaned were stained with ash again.
It's like the clearer the more, but he is not irritable, just cleans up little by little.
Ling Jiang shifted his gaze from Yan Yan. Yan Yan is not complicated. It is Xu Lang who is really complicated. This is what he has always thought.
"I never thought that you would go so far. In my original understanding, you deserved to die from the mission."
Xu Lang nodded and did not refute this point. "I didn't expect that I would go to this day..." He put his arm on the back of his head, made himself a little more comfortable, raised his head slightly, and looked at the roof of the shed. .
"He Xiao's death should be beyond your expectation."
Zero was silent for a while, and finally sighed: "He Xiao is a chess piece I have supported for a long time, but it's a pity that this chess piece was used by you in the end. It completed that task for you, which also made the ability to look back in time fall in your hand ."
This time, Xu Lang shook his head, and said softly: "I have learned one thing from the long mission experience..." He slowly turned his head to Ling who was listening, and said every word:
"There are many changes in the world. People are either chess pieces or chess players, or they may not be in the chess game at all."
Zero didn't speak any more, Xu Lang's words made him feel a little ups and downs, as if he was talking about something in his heart.
He Xiao is his pawn, then whose pawn is he...
"Okay, enough nonsense."
When he was silent, Yan Yan finally stopped worrying about the dust on his trousers, raised his neck stiffly, and gently rubbed the palm of his hand. He calmly interrupted the conversation between the two and attracted his attention. Body.
He looked at the two people beside him and said casually: "There are only three of us in the deep apartment. Will the silver skirt evil spirits come tonight?"
Xu Lang did not speak, but looked towards zero.
With zero comprehension, he thought for a while and said: "According to common sense, two executors should be killed every night, and then one hour before dawn, it will kill one more and put it in the murder case tomorrow. Become the role of the male host."
Yan Yan nodded, "In other words, it will come again in a while and will kill you, right?"
"Not necessarily..." Zero's expression was a bit weird. He looked at the porcelain jar in front of him, pursed his mouth, hesitated and said: "Because I don't need it to put it, I have already entered the day of killing by another means. It’s in the middle of the case, so I’m not sure if it will kill me tonight!"
Xu Lang's gaze fell on the pure white porcelain jar, which is now sealed, but some black blood stains can be seen on the jar, and it is slightly scented.
"I always have a doubt that I didn't want to understand. Tomorrow's plan, even if we can successfully return to June 18, 2004, even if we find the truth and the cut thing, how can we come back?"
The general manager turned to Xu Lang, and said a problem that had always plagued him. He thought about many possibilities, but it was not true.
Because they want to go back to the past years. This time and space was originally created by the silver skirt evil spirits. Even if the time retrospective can be successful, how to return to reality from the world created by the silver skirt evil spirits is a big problem. problem.
Xu Lang smiled lightly when he heard this. He shook his head and nodded again.
"You didn't understand a problem. It is not that we are looking for the truth and sins, but the evil spirits are looking for them. We are just the planners of the plan, but we are not for ourselves, but for the evil spirits..."
Yan Yan frowned, "You mean, there are actually three people who will implement tomorrow's plan."
He raised his hand, pointed to the opposite side and sat down, Xu Lang with a calm expression on his face, then pointed to the silent zero, and finally turned his head and looked at the other end of the corridor, where there was an invisible darkness.
The answer is self-evident. (End of this chapter)