I was too tired that day to sleep.
I didn’t even think I’d light up on the phone, and I fell asleep without seeing the word “assist.”
The next day, at 9:00 a.m., it was fortunate that the work of the expatriate rider had begun at 10:00, and that the helmet he had bought had arrived, that the pattern did not match what I wanted, and that he had taken a photograph of the guest dress and then went out with a new helmet.
I was riding a bottled car between the hotel and the building, and suddenly a white woman appeared in front of the car, took refuge, ran into something, people flew, and then fell down and woke up in a hospital. The doctor told me that my helmet had been broken, but my head was fine, and the traffic policeman came in with the driver and found it my sole responsibility. I said I was trying to avoid the control of the prodigals, but the traffic police showed up on the scene and there was no white woman in the picture.
A white woman just disappears, maybe never exists?
One.
I was in a state of discomfort, having received mediation from the traffic police and upon returning home, I was suddenly called by courier to tell me that the delivery had arrived.
I’m a little blindfolded. The only thing I’ve bought in recent months is that helmet.
It came to the door, and I opened it and it was a helmet, and it was the right color.
I left a message this morning that the color was wrong and the delivery arrived at night? I opened the shop, tried to say that the wrong helmet was broken and I couldn’t send it back, but I saw the other person’s message saying that it wasn’t his.
That’s a little weird.
It took half a day to tell the client that the delivery that he received at night was the delivery.
So where did you get the helmet this morning?
My head began to faint again, lying on my bed unconsciously asleep for some time, and suddenly I felt very cold, as if the house was leaking, and some kind of cold, stinging liquid was dripping on my chest. My eyelids were heavy and I barely opened a stitch and saw a white cloth on my chest.
To open my eyes, but my eyelids are as sewn up as hard as I can, and I have to look up, and I finally see what this white cloth is. It’s a white dress, and then up, I see a woman with her head down and her face covered in wet black hair.
In the black hair, I saw an eye of blood hidden in it, and that one eye was staring at me, staring at me dead.
I twisted my body so hard, I sat up, my heart was beating, I grabbed my phone, it was late in the night, I opened my mail, and the man sent me another aid link.
I really need someone to talk to myself at this time, and I’m going in again and still showing help. I sent each other a screenshot of the helper’s success, and then I said I almost died in a car accident today.
I longed for him to ask me what happened to me, and the other side didn’t react.
Suddenly I was bored, and then I just deleted this friend and fell asleep.
The next day, he did not feel any discomfort in his body, and since he was alive, he had to work.
Once the door was opened, another delivery was left at the door, and I should never have had one, but it appeared at my door like yesterday’s helmet. There’s nothing on the delivery box but my name. I opened it. It’s a small key.
I put my keys in my pocket, and I said that I’d be lucky if I didn’t die. Today’s luck was good. I got a big one at work. I got 20 cups of milk tea for the writing building. I got milk tea with my hands on the elevator. It’s working hours.
When I looked up at the elevator, I suddenly felt a little cold in my back, and this cold feeling was like yesterday in a dream… I didn’t finish thinking, and suddenly I heard a drip. I slowly turned my head, and in the other corner of the elevator, a woman in white was standing with her back to the corner of the elevator, her hair was wet and her body was dripping down dirty mud.
I feel like my legs are soft, I panic and I tell myself it’s all an illusion. I see nothing in that corner in the mirror of the metal in the elevator.
It’s just an illusion!
I shuddered and turned my head over, and the woman was still standing in the corner, and she seemed to feel that I looked at her again, and the hand with the chrysanthemum turned behind her back, and the bone sounded, and her arm was like that, and she pulled out the long hair of her back. That long hair, which was purified, began to rise and fall like water, one face appeared in the back of the head, two eyes opened suddenly, red eyes staring at my face.
My hand had just pressed the elevator’s button, and when I saw the red eye, I was scared to turn and press the door, and the elevator suddenly stopped, and then it went down.
Did I press something wrong, or did she do something?
And when I turned my head, the ghost was gone, and I pressed it, but there was nothing but the sound of Sasha, and none answered. The great gravitational acceleration made me feel like the whole person was going to float, thinking about the elevator that I had seen before, and I quickly pressed all the lights on the floors, all of which were on, without slowing the elevator down. I watched the elevator show that the number of floors had disappeared, and I felt like I was about to fall in the elevator and press everything I could.
In the middle of a panic, my finger was pressed over a lockhole on the elevator, which was a strange hole, as strange as the key received this morning. I don’t have time to think about it. It’s the key in the exit bag. The lock opened, some electric circuits were revealed and a button was pressed, and the strangling of my ears was mixed with white smoke, and I was all lying on the floor until the elevator stopped, and the elevator door finally opened, and I almost climbed out of the elevator and couldn’t even look back at it.
There were a lot of people outside, apparently the company had discovered the anomaly of the elevator, and they sent me to the hospital, and I was not injured, except in a little shock, as if yesterday’s accident — the man had already flown, but the helmet had been broken.
Two couriers, two accidents, two deaths.
Is this just a coincidence?
No, it can’t be a coincidence.
The ghost tried to kill me!
Two.
I was chased by a ghost.
The problem is, I can be sure that I’ve never killed anyone in my life, and she’s never going to pay for my life.
But she was after me, and both accidents were all connected to her, and if it wasn’t for those two anonymous couriers that saved my life, I was dead twice now.
Delivery, yeah, those life-saving delivery.
I began to think about where the delivery came from, and suddenly I remembered the friend who always linked me late at night.
Two handouts were successful, two empty couriers and an instant cold sweat came out of the back.
There’s a courier, and I bought a little camera, hidden on the bookshelve on the computer table, facing the living room and the door, that can’t record the sound, but it lasts for a very long time and can be rerecorded for a week.
And then I started looking for that little friend of mine, but I deleted him yesterday, completely, and no matter how much I remember, I didn’t remember that friend at all.
After all, it’s a little far-fetched.
And that night I dreamed again of the white woman, who was standing by an ancient well and suddenly jumped. And I ran down to the well, and looked down at it as if the well was red, as if it were the eye of that woman, and then the heavens and the earth were spinning, and I was in a dark space, and the red well suddenly turned into a giant pupil, and I saw the white woman standing in her own great body, so small that she could crush me to death with her fingers out.
The white woman suddenly opened her mouth and the dirty water came out of her mouth, and she seemed to say something, but nothing but the sound, and she squeezed her finger at me like a mountain.
I sat up in a nightmare, I picked up my phone and looked at the time, and at 2:00 in the morning, I was wearing a jumpy chest, and I opened a tweet and I found out that the man had sent me a link.
I’m pretty sure I’ve deleted this man, and there’s a lot of ways to get him back in the day, but it didn’t work out. But now he appears among my friends, and I didn’t click the link, but I typed a line in the chat window.
“I won’t order this link unless you tell me what it is. I’m sorry.
There was no response.
I sent another message.
“Is the accident that happened to me related to you or to this link? I’m sorry.
There is still no response.
I sent a third message.
“It shows that I’m helping you, that I’m helping you. So I don’t order, and I won’t have an accident? I’m sorry.
I left a message staring at the chat window, but I didn’t react. Only the link was there.
I didn’t dare to do anything, I didn’t dare to delete it, and I started to go crazy online looking for such anonymous links and accidents, but nothing but ads. That’s how it gets to dawn, and it’s really all there is to think about. If I don’t order this link tonight and no delivery tomorrow morning, will the accident disappear?
It’s only 50% chance, but it’s my life. I couldn’t afford to risk my life, and I finally ordered that link, and this time I looked at it very carefully. It wasn’t even a formal website on the other side, it was rough from any point of view, it was obviously a bastion, and then I did nothing but show a helping success.
What kind of website is this? I tried to search the site again, and the link was useless and couldn’t find anything. In despair, I thought of the delivery, jumped up to the door, opened the door and found that it had not yet been delivered, so I opened the door, staring at the corridor, playing with a mobile phone, and there was no courier until the neighbor started working.
I decided not to go out and I decided to stare at the door like this, even though there was a camera on my back, and I was going to face this mysterious courier myself.
I want to know exactly what’s killing me or saving my life.
When I went back to my bedroom to get the recharging beams and run them over with the mysterious couriers, I suddenly saw a delivery box in the bedroom bed.
The Express shows up in the room? I don’t dare to think about what’s going on, shake and open the delivery box, and there’s only one iron plate in it. It’s a square iron plate, it’s supposed to be some kind of oven. This time I’m completely blindfolded. This one is completely different from the two deliveryes. Is this one of your own dangers from one of the ovens?
My family doesn’t have ovens, and my research hasn’t figured out how this thing can save itself. And that’s when the regional manager called and asked me how I was doing, how I was in danger and gave me time to worship Buddha or something. I hung up on the phone, and the phone rings again, and the phone rings again and again and again and again, and many people knew that I had escaped for two days in a row, and I was first blinded, and then I learned that when I got out of the elevator, a video had been posted online. And then I don’t know who knew that I had just been in a car accident and put two things together, and then it started to ferment, and it became a mystery on the Internet, a reality edition of Death, or a Buddha’s blessing.
The manager called again, saying that a journalist had found out that I was working with him and wanted an interview and wanted to contact me. The manager meant very simply that the reporter must have been inconvenient, hoping that I would refuse myself, and if I did, he would give my phone to the other side.
I went down to the manager’s office and called later, and then I was asked what was going on in the last few days, whether it was the same story on the Internet as the reality version of Death.
Of course I don’t want to make it all known, saying that the Internet is a little over-examining and that I’m on the road every day. And then, politely, he refused the other party’s request for an interview, and the journalist suddenly said, “Did you order some kind of link?” I’m sorry.
This sentence makes my hands and feet cold, and I can barely hold my cell phone, and I’m shaking around and I’m biting, and I ask, “Who are you? Why do you know about the link?” I’m sorry.
“and someone like you, I wouldn’t want to interview you if you were alone. Maybe I can save you. I’m sorry.
He went back to a location, a small hotel, a little distance from my home, and I jumped out of bed and suddenly thought of the plate, but decided to carry it with me, even though I didn’t know how to save my life. But it’s too big to take, and I just stuffed it in.
As soon as we got to the hotel, we saw a young man rushing to the hotel, wearing glasses of gold, which seemed to be cozy and carrying a computer bag, and now I have a guest, who came to me and pulled out his card, and was a journalist, and my heart was at peace.
The journalist, Wang Peng, sat down and set up a taped pen, and wanted me to tell you what happened in the last few days. I told him what happened to myself, even when I saw the white ghost. After hearing this, Wang Peng rubbed his sweat on his forehead and said to me, “You must have something to ask me. I’m sorry.
I even nodded and asked Wang Peng what was going on with people like me, and Wang Peng turned off the tape and thought about it and started telling me the story.
His name is no longer relevant, but everyone around him calls him Uncle Four, who is an ordinary man, but from one day to another has been subjected to a series of accidents, which have led to suicide without the pressure to wander around the edge of death day and night. And Wang Peng was even interested in investigating this because he was actually Wang Peng’s fourth uncle. Wang Peng told me that his first accident was carbon monoxide poisoning, that he was sleeping in his house and had fallen into a coma, but that the insecticides in his home exploded, blew up the kitchen window, that the explosion of Mars lit carbon monoxide at the same time, and that the neighbor found a fire after the explosion and immediately saved him.
Wang Peng said to me, “Did you find anything strange? I’m sorry.
If I’d thought it was a coincidence before, but I’ve been through these “coincidences” and saved my life by some strange little thing, and I’m like, “That pesticide?” I’m sorry.
Wang Peng nodded and said, “It was winter, there was no mosquitoes at all, and the fourth uncle received a delivery that he thought had been bought by his son that morning, and threw it on the kitchen window, but his son found it strange to see a life-saving insecticide, without asking much, until the next day another delivery saved his life. I’m sorry.
“What is it? I’m sorry.
“A box of milk. At the time, the fourth uncle was in the hospital for observation, and in the morning the doctor sent in a delivery, saying that someone had stayed at the door, written his name and opened a case of milk. He went to his son’s house on the same day, and he didn’t know what went wrong in the bathroom, he drank the toilet, he found himself in it, he was so busy with his hands and feet, he hit 120 degrees a day, he found that the milk was able to clean the toilet, and their only case of milk was the one that he picked up, and he poured it into the hospital. Without this box of milk, the doctor says Uncle must be gone. Then at the hospital, he asked Uncle why he committed suicide and said…
Wang Peng said that he had stopped here suddenly and looked at me, and said, “He said that he had seen a white ghost, and he followed him at all times, planning to kill him, and he could not escape, so he committed suicide.” I’m sorry.
I listened with all my heart, hearing that there was a chatter here, that the food on the table was already on the table, but it felt as though the waiter had not gone, that my hand had been holding on to the table, and suddenly my hands were wet, and I was shaking, and I slowly looked up, and it was not the waiter who was standing next to me, but the white woman, whose one-eyed eye was on my face, and the dirty water fell from her body on the table. I stood up, and that was the moment when the gas stove on the table exploded, and countless fragments and flames burst into my belly. Just as I thought I was dead, I suddenly heard a metal impact, and a huge heat wave hit me. My back of the head was slammed on the back table, and my head fell on the ground.
Wang Peng came up and pulled me out of the door, and the plate in my arms fell out, all of which were punctured holes. Wang Peng picked up a plate and said, “This is the first delivery. Tell me, what’s the first delivery? I’m sorry.
And I said, “The third one. I’m sorry.
Three more.
“How do you know there are three more?” Tell me what you know! I’m sorry.
3
Why are there three more?
I grabbed Wang Peng’s clothes like a life-saving straw, and Wang Peng’s face changed, seemed to be hesitating and seemed to regret having just dropped out. I felt pain in my body, and although the iron plate blocked most of the fragments, there were still fish leaks and blood began to see through the clothes.
Wang Peng whispered: “Go to the hospital first. At this point, the waiters at the store came out, carried me to a car, flew all the way to the hospital, and I grabbed Wang Peng’s clothes and never let go, and I wouldn’t let go, no matter what Wang Peng says I won’t leave.
Once examined at the hospital, as on the previous two occasions, it was all a possible danger, but finally nothing happened. I simply wrapped it up. Wang Peng followed me until he came out of the hospital and said, “I will lead you to a place where you will understand.” I’m sorry.
I hit a car with Wang Peng on the edge of the city, and it was an old neighborhood where Wang Peng went up the stairs, pulled out the keys and opened the door, passed out a bad smell, and all the curtains in the house were covered with no light. Wang Peng turned on the light, took a few fragrances on the side of the closet, led me to the living room, and I saw an urn in the middle of the living room with a black and white picture on the wall of an elderly man who put a fragrance in the oven after he bowed.
I looked at the picture on the wall and said, “This is Uncle Four. I’m sorry.
Wang Peng Noded and replied, “The fourth uncle hasn’t been married in his life, thinks of me as his own son, and gave me this house after he died, but I didn’t ask to stay here and be his home, and I can see him anywhere. I found you because I wanted to figure out what it was that cost me. I think you have these questions, like me. Let’s look into what’s behind this. I’m sorry.
I stood in front of the photograph, and asked, “You told me before that he was at his son’s house when he was saved by the second delivery.” So, that son is you?”
Wang Peng Noded: “I knew from that day on what had happened, so I followed Uncle Four to protect him and to investigate where the couriers came from, but those couriers, no matter how closely you monitor them, will always appear in a corner where you can’t see them, and they will happen, no matter how they are prevented. Even if the courier could save his life in one way or another, he could not be left unharmed, and he eventually committed suicide in great fear. I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
Wang Peng-Do: He committed suicide after receiving the sixth delivery, which gave him a knife which he used to commit suicide. So I think the sixth delivery is over, and only death can make these accidents happen again. I’m sorry.
My heart is shaking, and that is how I feel right now.
When a man lives day and night in fear of death, perhaps death is truly a relief.
I don’t want to die, and Wang Peng wants the truth, and after he came out of the Fourth House, we reached an agreement that Wang Peng will be with me for the next three days and will investigate what this is, as far as possible, while keeping my life safe.
We stayed in the hotel, and that link came as planned, and all the information I sent to each other was as heavy as stone, and only the cold link was there, as if it was laughing at me.
I still had that link at midnight, and then Wang Peng and I sat around the door, but the delivery ended up in the bathroom, and I knew I couldn’t hide from this life-saving delivery, opening a needle tube that looked like a metal, there was some kind of drug in it, nobody knew what it was, but it seemed like it was a life-saving thing.
That day, after I had finished the takeout, it felt like I had something in my eye, turned around and saw the white ghost standing by the wall, and then she swung in front of me and she reached out and grabbed me in the neck. The ghost was always in my shadow, but this time I clearly sensed the power of her hand, I covered my neck, I had difficulty breathing, and at the same time itchy.
Wang Peng’s been around all along, looking at me rollin’ around my neck, running’ over, groping’ that needle out of me, stabbing’.
The needle worked. The ghost’s hand was loosed, her body was slowly dispersed in the air, and the almost suffocated lungs re-emerged into the fresh air, and I grabbed Wang Peng’s hand and slowly stood up and looked at the tube and said, “What is this? I’m sorry.
“It should be adrenaline, and you’ve just been allergic to food. I’m sorry.
Wang Peng and I both know there is no common sense in this, so we don’t ask what it is that’s allergies. Wang Peng looked at the time and said to me, “It’s just after noon, which means you won’t have any more problems today, and we’ll have one afternoon to investigate. I’m sorry.
I felt itchy and painful, and I walked out with Wang Peng. But we have no objective. I only have three clues. The first is the link, the second is the courier and the third is the ghost. But I can only see the ghost myself, and the delivery only has one box, and there’s nothing but a name.
It seems that only that link can be investigated.
Wang Peng has been a journalist for several years, with a lot of resources, led me to a local information network company, looking for the technicians in it for a long time, but the link, however tested, pointed to a place where it did not exist, and seemed to be useful only at the moment I asked. When the clues were broken again, and when it was dark, Wang Peng suddenly said, “Do you dare not point a link?” I’m sorry.
I shake my head, it’s my life, I can’t gamble.
Every delivery after the link has been ordered saves my life if the link is simply missing and the accident is still there…
I can’t think, let alone gamble.
Wang Peng added, “Now that our clues are broken, do you consider staying in an absolutely safe place, a place where no accident will occur and no delivery will be received?” I’m sorry.
I was blinded, and Wang Peng said, “Tomorrow’s delivery is the fifth. If you don’t take this delivery for a test, then when the sixth delivery comes, if it is also a dagger, you will die.” This is your last chance. Would you like to try? I’m sorry.
I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and Wang Peng’s words make sense. If the sixth delivery is dead, then only this fifth delivery is the only chance.
How? I’m sorry.
Wang Peng said: ” In traditional culture, the police and bullets are evil-doing, and there must be no delivery in prison. I’ll call the police tonight after you order the link and tell them you’re drunk. You spend the night in detention, and we’ll see what happens. I’m sorry.
I thought for a second, and I had to say that Wang Peng had his reasons, and eventually I ate my teeth, finished the link early that night, drank half a bottle of white wine and spilled half a bottle over my body, while the Queen Peng called the police, and when the police came, I was drinking, and I was hanging out with Wang Peng. He was brought to the police station to wake up, as he wished, and I did not drink too much. I was so scared these days, I went to the police station and slept in the bathroom.
When I fell asleep, I felt myself cold, a twirling, open my eyes, and saw the ghost’s red eyes in front of me, and her wet hair drops down in dirty mud, and I woke up, and I smiled, and put my face to my ear, and I said to myself,
I couldn’t move my body, I couldn’t understand what she was saying, and suddenly the voice of the ghost got sharp and burst in my ear:
“Go to hell!”
4
Delivery! Delivery!
This is the only thought I had when I opened my eyes.
I was scared of the ghost’s three words.
I’ve felt death, I’ve felt death with cold hands touching every inch of my skin.
I don’t want to die. I have to find that delivery.
I hit the railing like crazy, and the cops looked at me and said, “I haven’t woken up yet.” I’m sorry.
I calmed down, and I was going out, and I couldn’t be stuck here and I was so busy apologizing that I was drunk yesterday, I hope nothing went wrong.
Last night was an act, Wang Peng called the police, and the police asked me a few questions, and I really woke up, so I’d have to teach. I stood by the door of the police station and looked back and forth, and I didn’t know if there was a delivery of my own, but I knew with certainty that I would die without it.
This time will really die.
The police came and asked me what was going on, and I turned around and said, “Did I deliver it here?” I’m sorry.
The police said, “Don’t say that there is a delivery, it’s a box, it has a name and nothing else. We thought it might be dangerous. Right, what’s your name? I’m sorry.
I said my name, and the police said, “That’s right, we’re nervous. Come in and take it. I don’t know who left it on our desk. I’m sorry.
I took the delivery and wanted to leave, but the police did not agree, asking me to explain what was in it and to open it in front of the police. Even the police officers of this empty delivery felt it, and of course I did not know what was in it and lied and said that I had taken part in the brush list, which was random and possibly empty. I don’t know how they got to the police, but maybe friends know they’re here.
One side said, one side opened the delivery and there was an egg in it.
I’ve prepared for anything strange to appear inside, but the presence of an egg is totally unexpected, and I’m holding up, as are the police, who picked up the egg and looked at the light and looked at it as if it was just an ordinary egg.
How can an egg save lives?
The cop smashed the egg while I was scrambling. The egg was raw and was hit in the trash can. Now everyone can see that eggs are eggs, very ordinary eggs.
I’m angry.
It was my life that the police broke, and I had a red eye, and I was just about to jump, and I felt someone grabbed my shoulder, and Wang Peng’s voice came behind me: “I’m here to pick you up and wake up. I’m sorry.
I calmed down. This is a police station. The police officer broke the egg, saw it wasn’t really dangerous, and said to me that you could go. I was almost unconsciously dragged away by Wang Peng, all the sound of the egg breaking in my head, as if it was my life.
The more I walk, the softer I can feel the white ghost lying in her ear, repeating those three words:
“Go to hell. I’m sorry.
“Go to hell. I’m sorry.
“Go to hell. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I caught Wang Peng’s arm shaking and said, “The delivery today is an egg, and it’s broken.” What shall I do?”
Wang Peng was a bit silly, too, asking the question: “Did you get another delivery?” Then he took a few steps back, and said to me, “Don’t blame my brother, I don’t want you to blame me, I’ll go first.” I’m sorry.
When I turned around and ran, I had no strength to chase, walk on the road fearing being hit by a car, fall against the wall, stand under a tree and be struck by lightning.
There seems to be no place where I cannot be killed at this time, and the whole city is like the mouth of death, and it’s opened to my blood.
I was so scared, I calmed down.
How does an egg save your life?
I can’t think of any possibility, but all the couriers that I’ve got before are ordinary things, and they’re all ordinary, and maybe they’re not unique? All of them?
The more I think it is possible, the more I walk a dozen metres, I see a secondary food store, all the eggs are the same, one can save my life and the other should be.
Yes, the other one will do!
You can save my life!
Absolutely.
I ran into the store and caught an egg, like I caught a gold medal, and that’s when an out-of-control car ran into it, stuck in the store’s wall, and the co-driver was sitting on the white ghost, and she looked at me and disappeared.
I suddenly realized that the egg had really saved my life and that if I hadn’t just run into the store, it would have killed me in front of the store. But on the other hand, the unknown force can count on the fact that the eggs were broken…
What is it?
I went home and sent Wang Peng a message to tell him that I was alive and would wait for the sixth delivery at home.
And I did not blame Wang Peng for his indefatigability, and for so long on the line of death, a life of hope will be seized, and more than ever, I know life more than anyone.
And I don’t have anyone else to rely on at this time, and I’m really afraid that the sixth delivery I received was a dagger and that I needed someone to save myself at a critical time.
And this man can only be Wang Peng.
Wang Peng came home with guilt and was silent, and at night I ordered a link and ate a hot pot, and then the next morning I picked up a delivery at the door, and I was afraid to open it and finally Wang Peng opened it.
It was a dagger.
I was afraid to touch the dagger, afraid of its magic, and when I picked it up, it would pierce my heart. Wang Peng looks at me like I’m not moving.
And then I saw the white ghost standing in the corner, and she was staring at me, as if a hunter was watching the prey, and suddenly I broke up and cried to her, “Come, kill me, and do not expect me to kill myself, and kill me.” I’m sorry.
I feel like I’m crazy. I’m gonna kill her. I’m safe.
Wang Peng stood far away, holding a dagger in his hand, and looked like a madman, and I was afraid to come, and he said, “Calm down, you will be fine. I’m sorry.
“How can you be so sure? Do you know how terrible it is to struggle on the death line every day? I don’t know what I’m getting tomorrow, and I don’t know when these accidents will end. Tell me the truth. What happens after the six couriers? What else? How long can I live? I’m hysterically yelling.
Wang Peng said, “I don’t want to lie to you, but I only know that the Four Bo received six couriers, and I don’t know if there is anything else. I’m sorry.
“I really don’t have the courage to live. I don’t want to live in this torture every day. I know why he killed himself. I want to die, I want to die.”
Wang Peng came to me step by step, and said, “Don’t be afraid. It’ll be all right, it’ll be all right. “I watched him step by step and suddenly fell apart, and I didn’t know what to do by the wall. Wang Peng came to me and suddenly I felt a pain in the arm, and the dagger was stuck on my right arm, and then the left arm.
When I hurt, I woke up, and I saw that ghost behind Wang Peng, and I heard Wang Peng’s laughter, which seemed crazyer than me.
I looked upon the bleeding arms, and said to Wang Peng, “She is with you, and she wants to kill me with your hands. Believe me, you cannot see her, but I am. She is right behind you.” I’m sorry.
Wang Peng stood up, turned his head, held his hand towards the ghost, and his hand touched the girl’s head precisely, and touched it with his hair, while the Queen Peng turned around and looked at me like, “Who says I can’t see?” I’m sorry.
5
I was shocked by the fact that Wang Peng was crouching on the ground with a dagger, and looked at it: “You’re right, there’s a seventh delivery. I’m sorry.
“What’s going on? Who are you? What have you done to me?”
“I saved your life.” Otherwise you’d be dead by now. The first time you die, the first accident is the end of your life. But the delivery saved you, and after that you entered a game. I’m sorry.
“The links you sent me? I’m sorry.
Wang Peng-Do: “I chose you, and the link and the delivery is none of my business. Seven days back, I think you heard. You were supposed to be dead, but she wasn’t dead because of the first delivery, and she wasn’t a ghost, she was just taking your death. The accidents of these days are nothing more than what she wants to do. As long as you live for seven days, the seventh delivery will be the last, and your final prize. I’m sorry.
“What is it? I’m sorry.
“that can break the limit of your life and keep you alive.” I’m sorry.
Wang Peng said, “I should be dead, and the fourth uncle should be told my fate, knowing that my life will be over. He loved me as a son, and sought this evil, and continued my life. I thought it was over after he died, but I didn’t get the seventh delivery. You know why? Because he’s dead early, so you can’t die today. You have to wait for the delivery. I helped you get that gold medal, and you can die if you want, and she can do your job. Isn’t that a pleasure? I’m sorry.
After Wang Peng’s speech, he’s proud.
I looked at the ghost standing behind Wang Peng and said to Wang Peng, “You did this to keep yourself alive? I’m sorry.
“You fear death every day, and if you have a chance to live, will you not seize it? I’m sorry.
“Kill me and the police won’t spare you. I’m sorry.
Wang Peng laughs, “Do you know why I called the police to let you stay in the police station?” I’m doing it for tomorrow, and when you die, I’m saying that you’re still bothering me and trying to kill me, so I’m defending myself. Even if the police don’t believe it, there’s no special proof. It’s better to spend a few years in prison than to die. What say you?”
I was right. Wang Peng didn’t want to kill me. He was waiting for the seventh delivery, and I felt bleeding and weak, and I slipped and closed my eyes.
Wang Peng is sitting right in front of me, and I can feel that he’s been staring at me, and I hear him moving a few times, and he’s moving, and I open my eyes and see what’s going on in the fridge, and the dagger is on the table.
I slowly got up and ran through it with my best efforts, grabbed the dagger and inserted it into Wang Po’s body.
I heard the ghost laughter in my ear, and she was so proud to finally take a dead man, and I looked black and the last thought was that I didn’t want her to take me.
I woke up in the hospital and the police gave me a statement saying I had been attacked in my home and passed out in a fight. The police told me Wang Peng was dead, but Wang Peng and I seemed to have nothing to do with it, but at most it was an interview, but I had had too much to drink to harass Wang Peng, and there were records in the PSB that needed to be explained.
I don’t really need to explain, because I have absolute evidence, and I asked the police to go to my house and pick up the camera that I put behind the bookshelve, which is facing the door and recording the whole process of Wang Peng attacking me with a dagger, although it cannot be recorded.
As I expected, the case was closed in self-defence.
In the meantime, I have not received a delivery, nor have I received any more help links, and Wang Peng’s death seems to have ended.
Coming out of this whole thing, I have to say that the struggle on the line of death has changed so much for me, that I stopped being a rider and opened my own little hotel, and I started working so much for my life.
I was about to close the door the other day, and I felt like there was someone in the store, and I looked up and I saw the white woman in front of me, and her red eyes were staring at me, and my phone was ringing.
An aided link appears on a mobile phone, which shows “whether or not to find help” and a long list that can be shared, with the names marked for time and cause of death, which are tomorrow’s.
I looked at the White Ghost, and I looked at the flashing “Looking for help.”
Seven days, two men, one life.
I looked at the ghost’s face and bit her teeth, and the link was sent to the sea of men.
I know the new cycle has started.
And this time, I have to live.
(concluded. This is a fictional story.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
