Chapter 44 Section 7

Finally came the day. The unchanging living room furnishings are just older, more lonely, and less in line with the outside world. Time has settled into a solid state in this house, and even the sunlight that penetrates the frosted glass windows has been depreciated and distorted by time. Eating an apple, Qunzhi looked at the three backpackers who had been waiting for a long time in the living room. Two hours ago, there were more than 20 people queuing up to set off. There were backpackers of all ages, races and nationalities. Affected by the rumor that "the saint is about to menopause", they came from all over the world. "Adventurers" crowded the living room to the brim.

One by one they entered the room, and one by one they disappeared. The last three eager backpackers are young and have never seen any faces.Thinking about it this way, the old faces that were familiar in the past have not appeared in recent years.Of course he died, there are various ways to die, no need to imagine. Even though the footprints of human beings have become wider and wider in the past two decades, the technology of wild survival equipment has become more and more advanced.But compared with the progress of human beings in equipment technology, the "departure" with super strong uncertainty is still very dangerous.

For example, there is a rumor circulating among fewer and fewer backpackers: In recent years, the "Holy Maiden" has directly teleported backpackers to the sky and airdropped them, resulting in more and more cases of sudden death of a large number of backpackers.All over the world, there are strange news about such "suicides at heights", so two of the three backpackers who came to seek departure today are carrying the latest jet parachute. The copulation sounds in the bedroom stopped. "It's up to me." A young man whose grade was definitely under twenty-five years old stood up and smiled encouragingly: "I hope to set off to a very dangerous place, and death is worth it."

Two backpackers in the back gave him a thumbs up. Qunzhi watched him walk into the bedroom and thought: Then die. People who want to die will not be favored by "luck". Qunzhi has always been very lucky, because of his ardent pursuit of survival, he has always dreamed of today's arrival. Qunzhi looked at the fingers of his intact left hand, touched his right ear, which had lost 80% of his hearing, and remembered his left kidney, which was used to trade life resources on the black market in Mexico.A fighting spirit arises spontaneously. The "future" has quietly changed.

Although the cycle of cause and effect, cause is effect, and effect causes cause, and the cause and effect of mutual reproduction is difficult to determine who comes first, but the old Lin Qunzhi was definitely the "first" to set off to the North Pole after 22 years Lin Qunzhi, because when the two met at the North Pole in a strange way, the old Lin Qunzhi also looked surprised-apparently when he set off to the North Pole when he was young, he had no memory of this encounter with the time traveler. But he has. There is a version of Lin Qunzhi. If he "again" traveled to the North Pole 22 years ago, he would retain the current memory and the memory of meeting the previous version of Lin Qunzhi 22 years ago.That's why, he can definitely avoid that big crack in the ice that shook the sky.

But so what? If he avoids that crack in the ice, there will definitely be other disasters waiting for him. Maybe it was pure accident. Perhaps the invisible force of fate was against him, forcing him to change nothing. The copulation sounds in the bedroom stopped again. The second backpacker got up chewing bubble gum, said with a playful smile, "Ha! Maybe it's just to go shopping in Omotesando, Tokyo? Let's go first!" Jokingly, he took out his penis and shook it at the two of them. Really optimistic. Seeing that man swaying and laughing, Qunzhi thought: Nothing is more fatal than optimism.

When skydiving in groups at high altitudes, the most courageous thing is to be the first to jump off.Or be the last to jump.Especially the mood of the last skydiver facing the empty cabin... In the living room, the only remaining backpacker kept rubbing his hands, his anxiety and hesitation were all written on his face. This is the expression that can survive. It's just that the so-called living... "Sorry." The man suddenly got up, opened the door of the living room without looking back, and walked downstairs quickly. Yes, there are two kinds of so-called survival. One is full of fear of nature, desperate to survive.This can be said to be a kind of piety.

One is to escape, simply to stay away from all kinds of threats.This is definitely the most ideal form of survival, which is what the backpacker showed just now, 100%. But the "survival" in the minds of the group is not in the two mentioned above. The copulation sounds in the bedroom stopped. Except for Qunzhi, there is no one in the living room.I'm afraid there will be no one in the future. Qunzhi, carrying a miniature jet parachute, walked into the bedroom. With gray temples, he sat by the bed, gently helping the goddess to tidy up her messy hair. Although the senior whore on the bed is old and her body is as loose as the makeup on her face, to Qunzhi, the goddess is more beautiful than ever.Every time I saw her, my inner courage doubled.

"Maybe, you are the last one." The goddess' eyes were misty. "It's been so many years, and I haven't died yet, don't you think everything must have its meaning?" "Thank you." The goddess' voice was a little weak. Thirty-six years of erosion, on the body, on the will, on the soul.Why does the already withered soul still look for the meaning of superpowers? Maybe even the goddess herself doesn't know why. Qunzhi grabbed the goddess' thigh and moved forward firmly. "I live to die for you."