2. Countdown

bullet will be interfered with by the outside world.at that time, snipers no longer needed skills, but accurate calculations and a more mysterious sense of gunfire.Qingchen silently looked at the coin...the middle-aged woman walked quickly to the door of Fulai supermarket. She looked at the old man and said, "Uncle Zhang, why did Qingchen come to you to play chess again"

both sides of the speech also know each other.

just Uncle Zhang's tone is not so polite: "your own son, you ask me" He has no living expenses, so he can only earn himself a little money by playing chess. "

Zhang Wanfang, a middle-aged woman, was stupefied for a moment: "but I have the living expenses for his father every month."

this stupefied Uncle Zhang: "then I don't know what's going on."

Uncle Zhang thought, Zhang Wanfang is not poor, and it seems that the living expenses for Qingchen are not small, but why is the young man still living a tight life

Qingchen doesn't look like a black sheep. He spends every day on a budget and never drinks a drink.

"but shouldn't he be studying in the evening at this time" Zhang Wanfang asked.

Uncle Zhang remembered at this moment: "he seems to say that he is waiting for someone."

"No, I have to go home and have a look," Zhang Wanfang said.

as she said, she was about to leave quickly with the cake, but the man next to her suddenly said, "Wan Fang, Hao Hao is today's birthday. We have already made a reservation, and we have to take him to the cinema after eating."

Zhang Wanfang looked back at the man: "Qingchen may have skipped class. I have no choice but to ask."

"he can take care of himself at the age of 17, and besides, his own father," the man said slowly. "actually, it's okay to go to see him at the weekend. Shall we stay with Hao Hao today"

Zhang Wanfang frowned when she heard this, but a few seconds later she finally sighed, "OK, let's celebrate Haohao's birthday today."

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in the tree-lined path of the west family courtyard of the city government, Qing Dust walks silently under the camphor tree.

unlike the style of high-rise buildings in modern cities, the courtyard is full of four-story low-rise buildings from the 1970s, with no elevators, no gas and clogged sewers from time to time.

you can't use high-power appliances at home because they will trip.

Qingchen walked into the dim doorway, ignored the unlocking and selling advertisements on the wall like psoriasis, took out the key and opened the door on the ground floor.

the house of 76 square meters has two bedrooms and one living room, and the lighting of the room on the first floor is very poor.

he took out his phone and opened his address book. Then he dialed out: "Hello, Dad."

the voice on the phone interrupted him: "ask your mother for living expenses. I don't have any money. She has a lot of money now."

while talking, there was the sound of playing mahjong on the other side of the phone.

"I don't want money," Qingchen whispered. "I haven't asked you for money for a long time."

"what is that" The man said impatiently, "going to school for another parent-teacher meeting" Go to your mother, this kind of thing. "

before the other party finished, Qingchen hung up the phone this time.

he leaned gently against the closed door and opened the sleeves under his school uniform coat.

he stared blankly at the white numbers and symbols on his forearm like a liquid crystal display: the countdown to 5:58:13.

the white number is like a fluorescent tattoo embedded in his flesh and skin, no matter how much he rubbed it, there is no way to erase it.

take a closer look at them, Qingchen also sees that there are special and fine lines in the number, like mechanical parts biting each other, full of the sense of science and technology of the future.

the numbers are changing silently.

the countdown is 5:58:12.

the countdown is 5:58:11.

has 5 hours, 58 minutes and 11 seconds left, all of which seems to remind Qingchen that something incredible will happen in 5 hours and 58 minutes.

obviously there was no sound, but Qingchen clearly heard the sound of the second hand beating in his heart.

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Qingchen glanced at the phone that hung up, and then at the empty room.

he doesn't know what kind of life he will meet in 5 hours and 58 minutes. He only knows that he can only rely on himself.

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time is a heavy unit of measurement. The length of life and the breadth of civilization are used to be marked by it.

the concept of time exists in everyone's life.

so when there is any countdown in your life, no matter what it is, it will give you a sense of urgency.

there are still five hours left, and no one knows what the end of the countdown is.

could it be dangerous Could

be another life

Qingchen is not sure, so he can only prepare for the worst.

so he has to prepare something before the countdown is over.

if danger really comes, he should make sure that he has at least some ability to resist it within his ability.

Qingchen changed into a clean gray coat and covered his appearance with the shadow of a hood.

taking advantage of the night.

he went out in the direction of the farmers' market. It was already dark early in October in Los Angeles.

there was the sound of cooking in residential buildings, and the cracking sound of vegetables colliding with oil, followed by an attractive smell.

the taste of eggs, pork and mutton pours into Qingchen's mind like pieces of information, and when he needs this information one day, he can extract a "file" from his mind.

he bought pliers and spades at the hardware store, a bag of rice and noodles at the grain and oil store, and edible salt.

he also bought boxes of antibiotics at the drugstore, batteries, flashlights and compressed biscuits at the supermarket.

when he doesn't know what he's going to face, he can only be as prepared as possible.

these things have used up almost all of Qingchen's savings.

Qingchen went into the kitchen after carrying things home. He first put all the knives available on the board in the most handy place in the house.

the kitchen knife is under the pillow, and the bone knife is on the nightstand.

countdown to 2 hours, 43 minutes and 11 seconds.

he confirmed that the doors and windows were tightly closed, so he sat by the bed and began to ponder: do you want to find help

who are you looking for

my mother has a new family and my father is a gambler.

in fact, when Qingchen found a countdown on his arm a few hours ago, the 17-year-old subconsciously wanted to ask his parents for help.

but he rejected the idea.

Qingchen took out his mobile phone and tried to take a countdown to the white on his arm, only to find that the white lines visible to the naked eye did not appear on the phone screen at all.

the light was not turned on in the dark room, and the windows were not soundproof. Because it was on the first floor, he could often hear the footsteps of pedestrians passing by.

the footsteps outside, the breathing in the room, the faint light of the mobile phone screen, everything is so quiet and strange.

I'm afraid it's no use asking ordinary people for help in such strange and outrageous things, and I don't have any particularly good friends at school.

even if there is, ordinary people should not be involved in this kind of thing, right

so, if you want to find help, you have to think of other ways.

and so on, Qingchen seemed to think of something, so he got up and went into the living room to look for it.

two minutes later, he silently looked at the Quan Yin Bodhisattva pendant in his hand.

and then seriously put it in front of me, bowing nine times.

the last piece of preparatory work is done.lized it, Li Ke locked his neck from behind, and his face turned red quickly.is going to roll his eyes when he looks at Qingyi.Qingchen said to himself, "throat locking techniques like this can suffoc...