After the death he had expected, the only thing he regretted was the deaths of his beloved older brothers.
Then one day, something claiming to be a System came looking for him.
[Would you offer up your future? Sign a contract with me, and your wish can come true.]
Chuxia Ye Weilai agreed.
[Memory extraction]
[Event Node One: The Unknown Wild Painter]
Individual construction complete.
Sanity reduced by 20%. Remaining available sanity: 80%.
The red-haired man opened his eyes amid the crowds at Beika Mall. His canvas unfurled, and the color-blind painter smiled warmly at the robber holding a gun.
"Sir, would you like a portrait?"
In the crowd not far away, a blond man with dark skin quietly stopped in his tracks.
[Event Node Two: The Forgotten Murderer]
The silver-haired boy took a Beretta M1934 from his mentor, expertly fitted a silencer, pulled back the slide, and chambered a round.
"Say goodbye to your future, sir." He took careful aim and pulled the trigger.
He watched as flames rose from the villa and consumed everything.
"Come on, Martini." His mentor, whose hair was the same color, retrieved the Beretta and nodded coldly.
[Event Node Three: The Tyrant of Hostess Row]
[Event Node Four: The Young and Promising Capitalist]
[How many more futures can you spend in advance, Contractor?]
[Memory extraction]
[Event Node Five: The Newcomer at the Metropolitan Police Department]
Individual construction complete.
Sanity reduced by 20%. Remaining available sanity: 0%.
Chuxia Ye Weilai opened his eyes.
"Hey, Xiao Weilai, can you hear me?"
A note for readers: I'm starting this on a whim, but I'll keep a stockpile of chapters. Maybe I'll save up 100,000 words before I start posting. I'm sick of writing without a buffer.
Just practice, for my own amusement.
The blurb doesn't mean anything. I just wanted to show it to you.
Theme: Every act of rescue ultimately becomes a mutual salvation
My graduation project is finally over. I will see if I can code tomorrow and write down some past memories. Something like this: The day when the police academy entrance report was actually not the first time Chu Xia Nomi met him. Even though the blond-haired boy still has a childish and stubborn expression on his face, and he would have felt overwhelmed by the rejection of his peers at a barren age, he already has a firm will that is impressive. "I will be a policeman who protects the people." After driving away the gangsters on the street, the young man who said this to him had such unwavering faith in his eyes, his purple eyes shining like gems against the magnificent sunset. It was such a precious thing that Nomi had seen in the window in early summer. As a rescued person, he could only stare blankly at the boy. The birds were flying on the telephone poles, and even the sound of the wind was frozen, as if this scene had determined their future. "Who do you want to be?" He said.
So depressing... "Sad Dog Eyes. Jpg" Let me ask you, is it BE? Is it the kind that gives up itself in order to save the dead and then banish it? (I was hurt by the knife, and I don't want to take the knife anymore, and I burst into tears)
I can say that I actually can't go on writing this. Because according to my original outline, the test of fate here, which means rescuing Kenji, was successful. Then you can't tempt fate without paying a price, right? In the original outline, it needs to be written that the remaining records will appear in advance, and Little Future's sanity will be cleared. The writing is so contradictory that I couldn't write it after sitting for an hour. There is also a sub-line. The system generates an error and contacts Zero. How can it be rounded here? It was very exciting when I wrote it. When it is rounded, I have to find a reason. I can't just get the memory and then go to the crematorium. I want to code another article. I'll take a few days to rest and get inspired before writing this one.
Ah, let the knife come more violently, I am not afraid (about my numbness after reading all the Conan fans because of the literary waste_(:з∠)_)
I feel like the system is not a good guy... It's a bit sharp
So what, the stupid author has something to say. I don't know if I clicked on it because I saw my 100,000-word manuscript. In fact, I only had 7,000 words today. When I was editing and saving the manuscript on my mobile phone, I didn't know where to click and sent it directly. I'm really sorry. I estimate that I will be able to type normally next month, and I don't know for sure next month, as I have to go back to school to prepare for my graduation project. It's okay if you don't want to wait. Because there is another book that I want to continue writing as much as possible, although the collection is not very good and the content is very poor. Then this month I am preparing for the civil service exam. I'm sorry, hungry guy.
I feel that the writing style of other Ke Tong relief articles is more delicate and gentle, and then the author's characterization of the characters is really very detailed. I really have a very immediate sense of the artist's description. Help, I don't know what to say as soon as I type the words.
If only you knew what the future had done for you...! (Incompetent rage) (Punching the table) (Going crazy) (Distorted) Well, I'm already looking forward to the time when you guys know the truth (Dark and Twisted Crawl)
Woohoo, having such a wife is really gentle and cruel. I can't help but cry for my little future.
Isn't a martini made of gin and absinthe? (Tilted head)