In my memory, I was hit by an out-of-control truck. I was convinced that my soul had left my body. But why am I sitting in this big office that I have never seen before? Sitting in front of him was a gentle woman wearing thin-rimmed glasses and holding a silver pen in her hand.
What! What did she just say?
She said that I was the 9999th soul she had harvested, and I won the great lottery number. The reward was from "returning to the age of five with all the knowledge now and reopening" and "now getting 50 million."
"Choose one of these two options.
To the north, any hesitation on my part would be disrespectful to 50 million.
I looked at her and said, "I choose 50 million!"
She suddenly stared at me, smiled, and said, "Really? Don't regret it."
This, why, I sound a little scared?
Intention: fun