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What’s the worst story you’ve ever heard?

What’s the worst story you’ve ever heard? – What?

An old man who claimed to read his mind told me that my fiancé loved me, but he hesitated to kill me. I had chosen him who believed in love for many years, until, in the darkness, I saw my beloved, who put a cold knife under his pillow.

One.

Every night before I go to bed, I’m going to light up an APP called “Extraordinary”.

The first page is a very simple picture.

In one table, the column shows the total number of people who are super-capable, the column shows the number of people who are super-capable and the column shows the number of people who are super-capable.

The total number of superpowers is 666.

And the number in the last column is increasing exponentially every day.

I’m scared, I’m shaking, I’m afraid of one day, and I’m added to that as one.

After all, I’m a superpower.

But I’m ashamed that my powers are useless and redundant.

Yes, but not completely, rather than the non-existent.

Two.

Uh, yeah.

My superpower is not to let anyone know I have it.

It means I can use my powers to keep people from knowing that I have the power to “not to know that I have.”

And when I use that superpower, I also have no idea if anyone else is superpower.

I don’t care, I’ve never been so lucky.

I read in the rules that when you’re beaten, the superpower is taken away.

I don’t care. Take it away. No one wants it.

But a few days later, I found things less simple than I thought.

It’s enough to beat, but people are dying.

Everyone’s powers are confidential.

But all the superpowers that have been taken are published in the APP.

I counted the number of superpowers that were advertised, almost exactly the same as the number of deaths.

It’s crazy.

And all those superpowers that were advertised were bloody, violent.

I’m like, “Crazed bones,” “blooded blades”, “burned body” and I’m like, “Looking at my skin.”

Finally, one day, under the column where I saw the death toll of the superpowers, I showed — 664.

Now, I’m all that’s left of me and the 664 supernatural killer.

I thought I’d die soon.

But after two years, nothing happened.

I almost forgot about it.

Until at the wedding, my fiancé, who had been in love for many years, said to tell me a secret.

He told me to trust him, not to treat him like a psycho.

He cleared his throat with a lot of trouble.

I’m so glad to hear it.

Just listen, my fiancé, with his voice, which speaks in my ear many words:

“I have powers. I’m sorry.

And I stunned for a second, and then I laughed, and said, “Who will believe in such a childish joke that thou hast made me laugh?” I’m sorry.

Laughed to death, I laughed, but the legs under my skirt never stopped shaking.

But this man really loves me, and he asks me, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you shaking? I’m sorry.

“Ha ha ha, I’m cold. I’m sorry.

He looked at the sweat of my forehead with concern, and he frowned, “Looks really sick. I’m sorry.

Hello, I’m not dead. I’m in the hospital now.

It’s a real fever. Thirty-eight degrees five.

Landscape is my fiancé, sitting next to me.

When I was sick, I leaned on him, but this time I couldn’t.

I didn’t want him to notice anything, but to sleep with my eyes closed and on the back of the chair.

But one hand gently struck me, and I didn’t have to open my eyes, and I knew it was the hand of the landscape, because he had leaned over his body, and his soft hair was on my nostrils.

Smells good.

And he drew me gently and slowly, so We leaned on his shoulder, and he held me by his shoulder, and fell back to the seat slowly.

So I leaned on him again, as usual.

I must say, this position is much more comfortable.

But I don’t understand, my landscape, how can a man so gentle be a murderer with blood on his hands?

After a little drop, I went home.

The scenery was filled with bowls of corrosive congee, sitting next to me and talking about superpowers.

All right, let’s face it.

“Wanted, don’t you believe me?” Landscape smiled and asked me.

And when I didn’t talk, he looked me in the eye and said, softly:

“It’s true, Nam. I’ll prove it to you. I’m sorry.

And when he raised his right hand, and his long, white fingers swayed before my eyes, and spread them over my face, he lay in his heart a white jade with a platitude.

There’s a smile in the landscape, there’s light in your eyes, “Here you go. I’m sorry.

He thought I’d like it. The eyes were obviously looking for a smile on my face.

Don’t think I look like a ghost.

I know this superpower, “Screeching,” sounds like nothing.

But its owner is a madman.

Six.

In AP there is a function in addition to the table shown on the first page.

That’s the forum.

In the Forum, we all have aliases, most of them low-profile, but also high-profile.

One of the most powerful is a man called “white bone claw.”

His cruelty and blood are unknown and unknown in the forum.

Every time he sends a post, it’s bound to be on the hot list and high.

I’ve lit it, but I never dared to look at it.

That’s the only text that tells my stomach to roll over — “I don’t want to take my heart today, take two kidneys from the superpower;-“

For a long time, there was a kind of hot post in the forum because the white bone claws were too cruel.

That’s the voice of white bone claws and guesses about his powers.

A lot of people think he’s got the power of eagle claws or something like the martial arts novel.

But these speculations were quickly overturned because a superpower capable of making the skin indestructible died in his hands.

He took out the man’s intestines.

From then on, the claws of the white bones were like a cloud that could not be scattered, covering the people for a long time.

Until one day, white bone claws, the ID, appeared on the plundered superpower display with his superpower name.

Even after several years, I remember clearly the cold when I saw the word “scattered.”

It’s the power that often appears in movies and novels, but I didn’t think it would work.

A small hand would be worth a thousand miles.

Such terrible superpowers suddenly kill.

What is the power of the man who killed him?

And now that man is in front of me.

I’ve been waiting for that white jade, and I’m not looking well. I’m sorry.

He gave me such a sweet excuse, and of course I couldn’t help but nod my head, “I’m scared, I’m scared I didn’t think there was really a superpower in the world!”

I pretended to be in shock, filmed my chest, laughed and asked him, “When?” I’m sorry.

He said it a long time ago.

I didn’t ask why I never told me before, I just asked him, “Why did I suddenly want to tell me? I’m sorry.

“Because I don’t want to pretend to be sick in front of you, I’m all right and I’m not as weak as before.” I’m sorry.

“It’s also superpower? I’m sorry.

Landscape nod.

I bit my lips, and I started to smile, “That’s funny. You have more than one superpower. Do you have any other superpowers? How many?

The sights of the land were dilated, slightly lower, and he probably didn’t even notice it.

“Just, just these two.” He said.

Landscape lied to me.

I looked at him and my heart went down a little bit.

Things are getting more confused, treasures.

I was told he had powers. I fought a few haha to deal with the past.

The days are as flat as usual.

The only thing that’s changed is that the landscape is going to want to show me his strength.

For example, if you don’t take the elevator, you have to carry me, climb 23 floors to the door.

Besides, he never mentioned superpower.

It’s like he’s suddenly telling me about his powers, really because he said he didn’t want to play sick in front of me anymore.

People are easy to fall into easy life.

In everyday life, where there is no threat at all, I gradually feel that there may be some inaccuracies to landscapes, or that it is just an accident.

Anyway, I think I can live with him forever.

But not long ago, when I was walking alone, an old man smiled and stopped me.

His hair was white and his face was sweet.

Maybe all the old people are alike, and I always thought he had a shadow of my old grandfather who had passed away, so he was more than friendly.

I smiled and wanted to ask him something.

And he started by saying my name, “Sun Warm.” I’m sorry.

Then, after I was surprised, I said without delay something that would shock my chin.

He said, “Beware of your pillow man, he’s struggling to kill you. I’m sorry.

Honestly.

I may never believe that one day Landscape will kill me.

Because he’s really a very good man.

Even when he was a kid, he was different from normal people.

But the old man before us is a rhetorical, inadvisable gesture.

I want him to say why.

“Do you believe in mind-reading? I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk. Look at him. Wait till he continues.

“I know you believe, because you’ve seen something even more extraordinary in the past few years, for example, superpower, and your superpower, one second ago, no one but you knew what it was, but now there is one. I’m sorry.

The old man looked up to me, and his tone remained flat, “Your superpower is not to let anyone know you have it.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him, he looked at me, and he smiled, and he said, “Do I need to go on? About my mind-reading. I’m sorry.

I shook my head.

And he shakes his head, and he says, “Of course, there’s still to be proof, and I also have to tell you, I know you were thinking, if I could read my mind, can I go and see what’s going on in the landscape?”

“In addition to this mainstream thought, you had a flashing, very fine thought, and you were wondering if I was your grandfather, right?”

If I had believed only half before, I would have believed it.

The old man was almost at the same time laughing, “You finally believe me.” I’m sorry.

The old man told me his last name. I can call him Mr. Young.

Then he said he wasn’t my grandfather, but he had a granddaughter my age.

We’re talking about landscapes.

I couldn’t help but tell Mr. Aung how kind and loving he was.

Mr. Aung has not interrupted me from beginning to end, and has been looking at me with a very soft and kind look and listening patiently.

And finally, I’m very focused on saying, “Children, people change. I’m sorry.

“But why?”

Mr. Aung smiled, “You know the answer, I know you’ve seen that forum, you’ve seen their discussions, you’ve seen the convergence of 666, what can become. I’m sorry.

I know it’s also a high-level post in the forum.

But I still don’t understand.

“I don’t think the landscape wants to be God. I’m sorry.

Mr. Aung shook his head and said, “Who would not want to be God, the master of the world, above all rules and regulations? I’m sorry.

“I never thought about it. I whispered against him.

Mr. Aung is not upset at all or smiling, “That’s what you’ve never tasted of power. If you’ve tasted it, you’ll know it won’t be forgotten. I’m sorry.

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe I’m in a bad mood and I don’t want to discuss God’s taste at all.

All I want to know now is where I should hide if Landscape really wants to kill me.

“You can’t hide, you can only die faster. You should go home now. I’m sorry.

That’s the last thing the old man said to me before he left.

Eleven.

I wandered the streets till dark, and I didn’t have the courage to go home.

I didn’t answer either.

But I ended up in front of my house.

For the first time I’ve lived in this house for years, I feel strange.

I took a deep breath, and I moved a stiff muscle underneath.

Take out the key and open the door.

In the eye, the scenery sits on the sofa and makes an anxious phone call.

When he heard the sound, he looked up and looked at me, and there was joy on his face, and there was some resentment.

“Why didn’t you answer my phone? I’m sorry.

I pretended to be surprised to turn on the phone and smiled at him with a slight apology, “Sorry, I don’t know when it was silent. I’m sorry.

He shakes his head, says he’s fine. Come and eat.

It’s the weekend. Landscape did a lot of cooking.

The lights of the restaurant, the warm yellow light, and the food on the table, though cold, remain attractive.

Everything looks so sweet.

It’s like I went through a storm outside and now I’m back in the warm harbour.

I feel the greatest division.

Because my body relaxs in this warmth.

And my sense tells me that all the wind and rain I’m going through now stem from what I’m looking at, the man who’s smiling at me.

He’s got me in his eyes.

I can’t believe that he loves me as always.

Because I saw a knife on a tea table, a knife that I never saw before.

Landscape made my favorite sugared fish.

I’ve seen this on my table before, and I’ve had to cook three bowls of rice, but I’ve had no taste today.

It may have been the same case of fish and meat, and I felt a little sympathy for this fried fish.

I feel sorry for it.

I’ve been eating and eating, and I can’t keep the knife from the tea table.

When the landscape saw it, it looked at me.

He tweaked it, but it came back to me, naturally.

I almost wondered if I was mistaken.

He then appears to have accidentally mentioned that he had recently played a game and liked it, and that he had recently been officially out of the neighborhood and bought one.

“Well, that’s the one on the tea. I’m sorry.

The view lifts the chin and shows me.

I didn’t look at the knife, but I looked at the landing scene, and I almost asked him what game it was.

But I stopped in time, and I smiled, and he said, “You see, you spend your money, you still have your mortgage. I’m sorry.

Landscape laughs, “Not anymore. I’m sorry.

After dinner, I took the initiative to pack the chopsticks.

When I washed the dishes, I saw Landscape walking to the bedroom with that knife.

I’m coming up, stand at the door.

No lights on.

In the dark, I see my lover, with a cold knife under her pillow.

Although I know that if Landscape wanted to kill me now, it wouldn’t be necessary.

But tonight, I won’t dare sleep with him.

So I slept in the guest room.

The reason is I think I may have a cold and don’t want to infect him.

For that reason, I was chased after a large bowl of snorts and finally got the desired space.

I’m sitting alone in a nice, clean room without a breath.

It’s only because of the bitterness of the throat.

After the lights went out, I didn’t sleep with my eyes closed, but I lit that app I haven’t touched in a long time.

Life in peace has lasted too long, and for the first two years, I even felt that I would spend my whole life in hiding.

So a lot of superpower-related things are almost forgotten.

As a salty fish, I’ve never really understood it.

But now I need more information about what I am facing.

The four basic rules are repeated every time we log in, during the buffer —

You will certainly meet each other.

2. A superpower can recognize a superpower.

3. Defeating the other party ‘ s abilities.

We will help you with some of the scenes of fighting, but please do not cause too much disturbance for the time being.

And my superpower, which corresponds to the second rule, is that one superpower must recognize another superpower, just as a person can recognize a person, without needing a reason.

But as long as I’ve been using my superpowers, other superpowers can’t find me.

Of course, this superpower has its natural enemies, which is mind-reading.

I can hide myself, but I can’t hide my own tiny thoughts.

Go to APP, the first page remains the table.

I looked at it, and two years ago, the number of deaths was still 664.

It’s nothing to see, I’m going straight to the forum.

There were almost 10,000 posts in the forum, and I sorted them in heat, one by one.

The first is a white bone claw.

And I moved, and I lit into his head, and I saw this dynamic.

“It’s almost 400 superpowers. It’s boring. It’s coming to S., hoping to find something interesting.”

That was his last move.

And he mentioned the city of S, the same city I spent two years with Landscape.

We were supposed to settle there, but one day the landscape rushed me out of there.

I was very impressed that day.

Because I’ve never seen anything so fragile.

The day he saw me, he held me tight, his head was buried in my neck and he was shaking.

And We had been busy consoling him, bowing our heads and kissing his ears, and covering his face with his soft hair.

My sense of smell is sensitive.

So I remember now, the lavender smell, which he always liked.

I also remember, under the scent, that silk that couldn’t hide, the smell of blood.

Of course I asked him what happened.

But the landscape looked at me in pain and only vaguely told me that he had met his father.

When he mentioned his father, I stopped asking.

I know that Landscape has a very asshole father, and that’s who he keeps running away from.

Landscape looked at me and came up and said that his head had been broken, bleeding, and that it was particularly painful.

I have always trusted him unconditionally, to put my heart down and not to bother with that bloody smell.

But its realization is in mind, and it is a very deliberate phrase, because the landscape has never been a man who fears pain.

Moreover, he and his father had long been cut off and had little chance of meeting them.

I have a guess in mind and I think it’s very reasonable.

I think it was not his father who met him that day, but his white bone claws.

The white claws tried to kill the landscape, but it was turned against it.

It was the first time that Landscape killed, so he was helpless and scared.

It’s the same time that Landscape gained nearly 400 powers!

When I think about it, I hear the sound of old people.

“…if you taste a little, you’ll know that the smell is unforgettable. I’m sorry.

There’s no rule or notice in the APP that combines 666 superpowers to become gods.

These are speculations in the forum, but they are not empty.

Many people who did not believe at first became proponents of this speculation when they acquired the powers of others.

According to them, every time a superpower was taken from someone else, it was more than superpower.

Their own senses are also significantly increased, which is a very different experience.

It’s like someone wiped the gray glass and the whole world became clear and bright.

So they believe that, at the same time, there are 666 superpowers that can really become God-like.

I’ve seen these before, but I can’t remember them at first.

And now suddenly remembers, the heart is sorely out.

I’ve known him since I was five.

When he first saw the landscape, he was all dirty, and only one of his eyes was clean, and he was bright because of tears.

But he wasn’t crying.

Because his face is munar, and he has no face.

Mother Landscape told my mother that the landscape was not well and had problems with nerves, and that crying and laughing required the day after tomorrow.

My mom told me again.

She also told me that her wife was a miserable woman, and that her husband was gambling and domestic violence.

But I didn’t know much about it at the time. It was just fun. It was so fun.

I tried to make him laugh, see if he really wouldn’t laugh.

But he’s not playing with us.

But it’s not like you’re not totally playing with us.

To be precise, he wanted to, but when he came with us, it would get very tight.

And then walk, and soon he’ll be right behind our little friends.

Like a small, lonely tail.

I don’t know what kind of mind it is that I decided to take care of this little tail as the son of a small group of young children at that time.

I made Landscape a dick.

And when he slipped back again, he pulled him, and told him, “You stand right here, and your dick stands with the boss. I’m sorry.

The view looks up at me, he doesn’t laugh, he just stares.

He looked in the eye and he said, “Thank you. I’m sorry.

And then the landscape kept doing it, even though we grew up and were no longer children.

Of course I’m not the king anymore.

The kids who used to play together were falling apart, but the landscape was still with me.

Go to school with me, go to school with me.

In junior high school, the Landscape was in the focus class for good grades.

As a regular student, I study myself half an hour later than he does.

So I went home.

It turned out that Luk-Sai was studying late the next day, and I asked him why he had to go home together.

And he said, “The dick’s about to stand with the boss. I’m sorry.

He always said that.

And I was most impressed once, in high school.

And then the landscape became a young man with light upon him, and was very visible.

And then I met a girl who was most afraid.

I broke my face, and I had pox all night.

It was Landscape’s birthday, which coincided with the school’s monthly holiday and left in the afternoon.

I waited for the view at the entrance to the school building, but I didn’t wait for him.

He went to his class to see a group of people in his class celebrating his birthday.

A lot of girls surrounded him.

Of course there’s a pretty girl.

I stood at the door and watched the view.

Landscapes are surrounded and somewhat overwhelmed.

He’s never been very good at rejecting the good intentions of others.

It was not until he looked at me that he finally turned the crowd away and walked towards me.

He was a bit embarrassed to laugh at me.

I was bored, I was angry, I ignored him, and I walked downstairs alone.

Landscape follows me without talking.

I kind of wanted to cry and feel ashamed.

One word wandered in your mouth for a long time, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Why don’t you go play with your class?”

The land view hit me with its arms, and it had the tenderness of the sun in its eyes, “What are you talking about, of course, the penis stands with the boss. I’m sorry.

He clearly understood what I was thinking, but he didn’t choose to stand high to comfort me.

It’s just that it’s easy to keep me here.

And wrapped in a gentle gesture, all the sensitivities and vulnerabilities of my humble youth.

These gentle memories have given me infinite strength to carry me through life, one after another.

But now it’s a cruel thing to think about it.

Because it reminds me that Landscape is really smart and sensitive, and it’s really simple for him to understand me.

He’s got hundreds of superpowers.

Even if he didn’t know what my powers were, he should have guessed I was a superpower.

But he kept it from me for years, and he hasn’t been honest with me until now.

I’ve been through thousands of posts till midnight.

There’s a lot of trivial information, useful, useless, mixed.

In the meantime, I also found out that it would not be possible to open the superpower page without knowing when.

I ordered it several times, and it all showed me no access.

I turn on the light, I get up from bed with my phone and I’m going to go to the bathroom and go to sleep.

I just walked to the door, and my hand didn’t touch the door handle.

The doorknob with the light on it turned itself.

The door was opened from outside.

I saw the eyes of the landscape in the suture that was slowly opened.

Half his face is in the dark, smiling at me.

I was scared my phone fell on the floor.

Pop, bang, bang.

Landscape opened the door, walked in, picked up my phone, didn’t hand it to me.

He’s laughing, and he says, “Why aren’t you sleeping? I’m sorry.

In fact, all I had to do was say I went to the bathroom all night, but I was really scared.

Turned around and climbed to bed like a child who was caught by his parents in the middle of the night.

“Sleep, sleep, sleep right away. I’m sorry.

But the view of the land was blind to my abnormal performance, so I put my phone on the nightstand and went out.

“Good night. I’m sorry.

The view was outside the bedroom door, softly told me and turned off the light for me.

In the dark, my cell phone screen is gimmicking with dark blue light.

That’s the color of the APP Forum background.

I don’t believe that Landscape saw nothing.

But the landscape really seems to want to pretend that it doesn’t see anything.

The next morning, he didn’t mention the night at all, just woke me up for breakfast.

He asked me why I look so bad and why the black eye is so heavy.

I stood there looking at him.

He knew I already knew I had powers.

But he pretended he didn’t know I had powers.

I can’t see why. I can’t see why.

After breakfast, Rudd suddenly asked if I wanted to go to the playground. It’s been a long time.

I told you to buy tickets in advance.

He showed me his phone and laughed and said he bought it last night.

In the past, I’ve always felt that the Landscape smiled very nicely.

But now it’s strange.

There are many things we already know, but he still smiles down.

Put all the dark surges under the table.

It’s nice, the sky is blue, there’s no clouds, and the sun makes everything beautiful.

There’s a lot of people in the playground, and everybody looks happy.

Only my heart, drawn cold.

I’ve always had an interest in it, but the landscape doesn’t seem to care.

Just smiles and performs the duties of a boyfriend.

Call me creepy.

On several occasions, I thought, if I didn’t just open it up to him, he would interrupt it in time.

I was able to get down and breathe so I could get back in line.

A pair of old shoes appeared in front of me.

I look up and look, it’s Mr. Won.

He looks down at me and smiles so sweet and reminds me of my late grandfather.

Seeing him, I feel like I’ve lost a lot of panic and stress.

I stood up and looked around, “Mr. Hon, you’re going. Landscape can come back anytime. I’m sorry.

“No, it won’t. Mr. Aung shook his head.

And then he said, “It’ll take him a while to come back because he’s setting up a perfect coincidence and taking your life.” I’m sorry.

Actually, I know that I should doubt Mr. Hon’s identity.

What is he, who he is, why are you telling me this, why are you reading minds?

But my body seems instinctively to think about these issues and not to question Mr. Aung.

I think it’s strange that, at the end of the day, Mr. Hon was too much like my grandfather.

But now he says that Landscape is planning to kill me, and that he has to think about his identity and position.

I almost never stopped using my powers, but now I’m suspending my powers.

So for the first time, I realized what the experience was of the principle that you must recognize each other.

I am standing in front of me.

I looked at him and I knew who he was without reason.

He’s also a superpower.

I didn’t say a word. Mr. Young spoke first.

“You’re so confused that there’s only 666 superpowers, 664 dead, and there’s still one me.”

And he’s easy to say what I think.

I looked at him and thought he’d give me an answer right away, but he laughed and said, “Why don’t you start with your guess. I’m sorry.

I wrinkled for a while and I hesitated to say, “Is there actually 667 superpowers?”

Mr. Aung smiled at me and said softly, “Wind is such a smart kid. I’m sorry.

That made me a little confused.

That’s what my grandfather used to say to me when he was still alive.

I asked Mr. Young, “Do you know about this? I’m sorry.

Mr. Won said he might know.

And I said, “Isn’t it true that even if Landscape had my powers, he wouldn’t be a god?”

I have some expectations, because if my superpowers are not the key to making Landscape a god at last, maybe I can give him up and save my life before he kills me.

But Mr. Aung shakes his head and says, “When the landscape has your powers, he can be a god. I’m sorry.

Mr. Aung looked very seriously at me, saying, “I know it’s hard, but if you can, please stay strong until the last moment. The landscape you love has changed. His hands are already full of blood. He will not be a merciful God. I’m sorry.

In fact, even if Mr. Aung had not said so, I would not have given the superpower to the landscape.

Not that I was brave enough to see death as it was, but because I was a very weak man.

If the landscape was really a demon and I gave it to him.

I’ll certainly be an accomplice.

I can’t carry a single life. That’s worse than killing myself.

I asked Mr. Young if I had to die today.

Mr. Aung shakes his head and says no.

I was shocked, and Mr. Aung explained to me, “Because he still loves you. I’m sorry.

Mr. Aung told me that there was always a soft spot in a man who was more vicious.

And that is why it is so easy to kill me, but it is a coincidence that it takes a lot of effort.

Because he wanted his lover to die by accident, so that he could remember and hold that soft place forever.

I listened carefully and concluded, “It’s he who wants to cheat himself.”

Mr. Aung said, “It’s okay to understand. I’m sorry.

Then he went on to say, “Although he had laid down the killing, I saw that in his heart, leaving your heart in the middle of a weak wind, and that he was likely to turn his back on it today. I’m sorry.

I heard the meaning, “So I just probably won’t die, right? I’m sorry.

Mr. Aung smiled without saying anything.

As soon as Mr. Aung left, the Landscape came back.

But he didn’t buy the cones.

My heart sank.

Lu Xian explained to me that the cones were sold out, and when they got out of the playground, they went outside to buy them for me.

Tell me not to be unhappy.

I looked at him, but at this moment I had an open mind and laughed at him.

Shake your head and say it’s okay.

And I took out a tissue and wiped his forehead and said, “Thank you very much. I’m sorry.

After a second of stunning the landscape, he laughed, “No hard work. I’m sorry.

Then he said he just saw a funny project and asked me if I wanted to play.

I nod my head.

I thought it was gonna be some kind of adventure, like a roller coaster pirate ship or something.

These are easily unexpected projects.

But I didn’t think it was a carousel.

The landscape holds me on the back of a horse and I’m sitting next to myself.

The tropics began to spin slowly with the smooth music.

I’m relaxed and I’m even a little sleepy.

And I did not know how long it took me to hear a shout and a crowd.

By the time I looked in the direction of the holler, a spear-like coloured prop had reached me at an extreme speed.

I can’t think of any reason why I should not die.

I’m not dead.

Suddenly someone was standing in front of me, and the pointy hole in the blue powder picture went through his chest.

There’s hot liquid spilling into my face.

Landscape is in front of me and becomes a bloodthirsty man.

He had blood on his mouth and laughed at me.

There’s some self-scribbling in the smile.

The next second, he disappears in front of me.

I don’t know if it’s because of the superpower of the landscape, or if it’s a promise from the APP, we’ll clean up the scene.

In any case, four weeks of people are like nothing happened.

I couldn’t find the landscape anywhere. I called him and nobody answered.

First I was in the playground, then out of the playground, in the street.

It’s not like the landscape can stay calm and wait for the moment when anything happens.

Like a fly with no head, walking many ways without any direction, and then I realized I should have gone home.

I walked into the block and just came down the stairs where I lived, and I saw Mr. Aung again.

He seems to have waited a long time.

I looked at Mr. Aung, and I said nothing.

He opened his mouth, “You’re alive, and Rueji didn’t kill you.” I’m sorry.

His words remind me of the scenes of the past, which just started to vomit.

I asked Mr. Yung, how’s Landscape?

Mr. Aung smiled, not answering my question, but asked me, “Do you want him dead or not? I’m sorry.

How could I wish the Landscape had died? I couldn’t even imagine when it would suddenly leave me.

“But you don’t want him dead, and he wants you dead, and this time he’ll turn back, and next time he won’t be so lucky. I’m sorry.

Mr. Young said he would hand me a black bag.

I asked him what it was.

He blinked at me and told me this was my last chance.

I asked him, “Where is the landscape now?” I’m sorry.

Mr. Aung smiled and looked upstairs.

I followed his eyes and saw the landscape, and he was standing on the balcony on the 23rd floor.

From so far away, there’s only one blurry shadow in my eyes.

But I know he’s staring at me.

I don’t look, I don’t look.

I packed it in my purse.

When I walked into the house, I was scared that Landscape would ask me who I was talking to downstairs.

But he didn’t ask anything.

He changed his clothes, his hair dripped and should have just taken a bath.

I asked him why he didn’t answer my phone.

Landscape says it’s silent. That’s the excuse I used to use.

Mr. Mong’s bag contains two very common drinks on the market, a bottle of Sprite and a bottle of Coke.

There’s nothing else. I’m surprised, but I put them in the fridge.

Before I went to bed at night, I got an anonymous private letter on the superpower app.

“Sippie is toxic, Coke is nontoxic. I’m sorry.

I don’t need to guess. It’s from Mr. Aung.

I just got off the phone, lying on the bed, and I heard the view saying, “You don’t care about me.” I’m sorry.

I realized that I had not asked a single question since I entered the door how he survived and survived.

If I hadn’t met Mr. Aung downstairs, I wouldn’t have looked at him like he was upstairs.

I should have embraced him with tears as soon as I saw the perfect land view.

But now I’m more afraid of him than I am of him.

My hand is holding it up, “I couldn’t get through to you before, I thought you were dying, scared, and now you’re still dead. I’m sorry.

The landscape noded and said to me, “It’s all right now, I’m not gonna die, because I have the superpower to be resurrected. I’m sorry.

I looked at him and said, “You told me you only had two superpowers. I’m sorry.

The view of the land is stunned, but it’s flatly said, “I lied to you, but I have hundreds of powers. I’m sorry.

Landscape came closer to me, and said, “But the other hundreds of superpowers don’t matter, and I’ll be able to stand in front of you this time, mostly by two superpowers. I’m sorry.

One is resurrection, and the other is healing. I’m sorry.

The landscape tells me that this superpower is the first superpower he has acquired from others.

The owner of the superpower, a depression patient, gained superpowers when he jumped off the building.

Not dead, not alive.

When he was seen by Landscape, he had a whole body that was all tied together.

The superpower of the resurrection cannot be cancelled and his life hung, but it cannot repair his body.

It was not until he met the landscape that he sought to defeat the landscape and to free him.

And the cure for this superpower is the landscape itself, the superpower on the APP, like mine, has not been published yet.

Landscape lets me touch his chest.

The place that was pierced in front of me today is as good as ever.

Landscape also told me that his superpowers were weak, that the cure was slow and that it would be difficult to recover if the damage was too fast.

The view held my hand over his chest like it caught me.

I almost got scared.

He’s staring at me, and he’s talking about a smile I’ve never seen. “I told you about weakness. Would you want to kill me? I’m sorry.

I breathed and my teeth stunned.

But he didn’t wait for me to answer, so the lights went out.

I couldn’t sleep all night, and I finally got up in the middle of the night and took out two bottles of drinks from the fridge.

I’m afraid of being behind me.

I hid my drink under the guest room bed and returned to the room quietly.

That’s when I fell asleep.

The next day no one woke me up and I slept at 11:00.

When I woke up, the landscape was gone.

I went to the restaurant and saw his breakfast at the table.

That is the understanding we have always had.

Landscape’s got a morning shift, and I’m a freelancer, so he keeps me a breakfast for work day.

I looked at the porridge and the pickles on the table, and I had a life that returned to the illusion of the calm that had prevailed earlier, and I was a little confused.

Sitting on the table, eating some warm porridge, resting in mysterious ways, seems to have a lot of clarity.

I suddenly felt that Mr. Aung’s words were not so credible.

Including his identity, the so-called 667th superpower, I guess, he didn’t admit it directly.

And to this day, I have no proof that Landscape is really trying to kill me, even if it is suspicious.

The more I think about it, the more I stand up and get the drinks under my bed.

I looked at the bottle for a long time and decided to dump it.

But I just walked into the bathroom and saw me in the mirror with a wound in the middle of my neck.

It wasn’t before last night’s sleep.

I looked at that wound for a long time.

And it is shallow, and it is made of a thin, and it does not hurt.

If it’s in another position, it’s totally negligible, but it’s in the neck, on the airpipe.

It’s this shallow wound that turns my previous bias towards the landscape into irony.

I was thinking a while ago of no evidence that he would actually kill me.

The result is now.

I turned over his pillow and saw the sharp knife, with a light on its back, a blade, a shallow blood.

I imagined that yesterday night, while I was asleep, I put a sharp knife like that between my throat.

It’s hard to breathe.

Landscape really wants to kill me.

My mind is full of Mr. Hon’s words, one after another, and my mind is full of shit.

“Beware of your pillowman he’s still struggling but your time is running out.”

And at the end of the day there was only one thing that became clearer…

“This is your last chance. I’m sorry.

Landscape works not far from home, usually back at noon.

He cooks better than me, so he usually cooks.

But today I cook, and when I finish three dishes and soup, the landscape isn’t back.

I called and asked him when he was home.

I heard the view was downstairs, and I was in a hurry to open up two bottles of drinks, pour them into a glass, and add ice.

I looked at the little bubble that went up and I heard the door open.

Landscape’s back.

He walked into the restaurant, saw the dishes and drinks on the table, and he laughed and asked me why I was so big today.

I don’t know if it’s the right or the wrong time, but I’m thinking of the old lines in that movie.

Next year’s today is your anniversary.

I’ve been running around in a series of movements, but I’ve been a little dazzling.

I looked at the man in front of me, and I thought, “I’m really going to kill Landscape.”

This idea has caused me to tremble and to be confused.

So one day I’ll hand over a bottle of poison to the Landscape?

“What’s wrong with you? “The view of the land shows that my face is getting worse.

I bow my head, caressed my hair, and said, “No, nothing, eat.” I’m sorry.

The view of the land is not detailed, it looks happy, saying that it’s been a long time since I ate my food, and moving the stool to my side, sitting next to me on the same side of the table.

His intimacy gave me a little hope.

Thinking that he might have had his own cause, the wound on his neck was not unknown.

I still don’t want to believe that Landscape really tried to kill me.

I got two drinks on my side.

At dinner, the view reached out and asked me to hand him a glass.

I gave him no poison coke.

The scenery went by and took a sip, and it didn’t look like a little bit of care.

I had a bite of food and I thought I’d find a chance to pour out that Spice.

But suddenly the view looked up to me and his face was covered with a smile I had never seen before.

He asked me, “Why don’t you drink, warm?”

I looked at him and realized he knew.

He knows it’s poisonous.

I laughed at the landscape, and I picked up the Sprite, and I took a sip.

He’s gonna kill me, even if I don’t drink this drink, he can kill me.

I’ll drink it myself, at least come with dignity.

It’s sweet and icey.

But my heart is like a broken heart.

I think I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. My Landscape.

I can’t stop my tears.

Landscape looked at me for a while and seemed to be waiting for something.

Then he reached out to my face and softly wiped my tears.

He turned his head and laughed at me, “Why are you crying? You didn’t drink the poison. I’m sorry.

I stopped.

And then I saw that there was blood in my eyes and in my nose.

He hugged me, and he let it loose.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.

That was the last thing he said to me when he fell on the floor.

I kneel on my knees and hold the view of the land, and he vomited blood in my arms and seemed a little demented.

Soon after I heard a number of depressing laughs coming out of the door, and then I saw a man in a suit that did not fit.

He pooped and walked into my house.

I looked down on the ground and looked at me and said, “A few days have passed, Miss Qi.” I’m sorry.

I took his face seriously, and I made sure I never knew him.

He looked at me like I was confused, and he laughed, and she said, “You’re so forgetful, don’t you remember me so soon? I’m sorry.

Words remain, and the young people before me are turned into old people with white hair.

It’s Mr. Aung.

The man went back in a second and told me his real name was On-on, and it would be fine if I were to continue to call him Mr. Taun.

“You’re being fooled by me. I’m sorry.

“The reading of the heart, the face-proofing, the enticing.” “I’ve used three superpowers in order to do it.” I’m sorry.

He looked at the view of the land in my arms and laughed, “As far as he was concerned, he was all the more innocent. I’m sorry.

“This poison cost me over 200 superpowers to add…”

He stopped when he started like a writer and looked at me as the only audience.

He stares at my face and looks at my eyes, and then he’s happy with my look, and he smiles.

I know he’ll answer my questions without asking me.

There are people in the world who do something and they have to show off.

Without an audience, they die.

He said that he was born bad and that he was at this point in his life.

He had been saying that he had been young for a long time and that he could only serve as a gate guard in a small district.

He then spoke for a long time about how rich people in the neighborhood could look down on him.

I looked at his face, full of flesh, and I thought that he had tried so hard to imitate my grandfather in exchange for my trust, and it was really hard for him.

It took him a long time to get to the point.

He started by telling me that there was no so-called 667 superpower.

He’s been one of the 666.

But why would the superpower on the APP show 664 deaths in that column?

That’s his superpower, “APP Administrator.”

That’s the ability to give him some authority we don’t have.

Changing numbers is only one of these privileges.

His most useful access is to view the power of the user.

But at the very beginning, his superpowers were a little timid.

There are hierarchical limitations to viewing user superpowers.

He was able to see only those users with fewer superpowers than he had, and at the beginning, when he had only one superpower, no one could.

We can only change the numbers every day and create panic and play.

Until one day, he gained a second superpower from a little girl and turned things around.

The little girl’s superpower is called “immunisation” and its effect is to immunize any direct harm caused by other superpowers.

But he didn’t use superpowers. He strangled the little girl.

With two superpowers, he can see many of them and analyse their weaknesses.

He was almost invincible, along with the “immunisation” body.

But he never dared to challenge someone.

That’s the landscape.

Because Landscape succeeded in killing the white bone claws and gaining 396 superpowers before he got his second superpower.

He’s never been able to see the superpowers of the landscape.

Because of hierarchical repression, he had difficulty even using mind-reading techniques on landscapes.

So he decided to think.

He’s provoking between us.

Before he came to me, he went to the Landscape and told him that I didn’t love him as much as he thought, and if I thought there was a chance to be God, I would kill him.

If he didn’t believe me, he’d bet.

I said, “I knew you wouldn’t want to kill him, so I lied to you from the beginning, and I told you that she was toxic, and I told him that Coke was toxic. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe I opened my eyes and looked at the view in my arms.

But the landscape tried to open my eyes and couldn’t answer my question.

It’s just that he said, “Because he loves you. I’m sorry.

He looked at me and smiled a little, “You didn’t read your mind, of course not knowing how much he loved you. I’m sorry.

I was told that because of hierarchical repression, he could not read what the landscape was thinking.

But he’s always been able to see the mainstream thinking.

That thought, very paranoid, was all about me.

Onbong said that the view of the land was very different.

He also told me that he had set up that playground to explore the landscape’s own superpowers.

Although he had previously had his guess, it was only that time that it was finally established.

The rainbow came a few steps closer to me, and I moved back against the wall.

He smiled, “What good is it that you hold him in your arms, poisons it in your body, and then he’ll be left with an empty shell, but he won’t die. I’m sorry.

He stopped looking at me, and he said to Landscape. Give me the power. I’ll help you out. I’m sorry.

“And I would advise you not to think about giving you superpowers. I poisoned her as soon as you gave her, she’d be as dead as you are now. I’m sorry.

Landscape moved in my arms.

“Give him to me.” I’m sorry.

I held the view even tighter and shook his head with tears.

But suddenly the landscape struggled to leave me.

His face was covered in blood, and the five officials were churned together in pain.

Blood was towed on the floor and he slowly climbed towards the rainbow.

“You know a lot. I’m sorry.

It’s good to see a rainbow crouching in front of a landscape, with his head down and under his roof.

“So let’s consider it a gift before I become God. I give you a choice. I’m sorry.

“That woman, you want her to live or die with you, I’m satisfied with you.” I’m sorry.

The scenery coughed blood on the ground, getting worse, and a large mass of flesh was coughed out of his mouth in blood.

But he shuddered and pulled something on the floor.

I looked at him and nod my head and said, “Yes, I’ll meet you.” I’m sorry.

“Now, then, give up on me and you’ll end your pain. “The rainbow reaches out to the landscape.

Landscape was tough, looked at me and laughed at me.

It’s ugly.

And then he turned back, slowly, slowly, and put his hand in the hand of the rainbow…

I said something again.

Landscapes are always different from me. He’s always the cool, the cool, the dazzling.

So when the landscape suddenly burst into the throat of the rainbow with a sharp knife, and then the blood on my face smug me.

I’m not out of the misery of “I’m going to lose my landscape.”

Tears are still falling.

Oncón is not dead.

But he can’t talk anymore, but he’ll have to stare at the landing.

And he looked at him, and there was an increase in his body, which I had never seen before, and he laughed, “You know it’s gambling, then you have to bet and lose.” I’m sorry.

He said that he turned his sharp knife around, and the rainbow twitched for a while, and he stopped moving.

I’m scared.

But when the landscape looks at me again, it restores its constant tenderness.

Tell me, “All right, warm up. I’m sorry.

Landscape told me.

He lied to me. He lied to me.

His own superpower is not “cure,” but “health” — he can always remain in the healthiest state.

And that’s why he was poisoned because he did.

He temporarily suspended the use of “health”.

“It was to paralyse him, to ease his guard, as I did when I was on whitebones.” “Landscape smiled at me.

I know that these people have this weakness, that when they’re in the upper hand, it’s always easy to look at people and think they’re good at winning, but often they die in the hands of what they think of as ants.

But I don’t care about those people. I’m just a pain in the ass. I’m sorry.

Landscape hugged me, rubbing me in the face like a cat, “Of course it hurts, but he’s emptying my guts. I’m sorry.

I looked up, and my heart was sore, and my hands were sorely tied.

“I’m sorry, I…”

And before I finished my speech, Rudd interrupted me, “It’s not your fault. It’s all in my plan. It’s not like you’re being fooled. I’m sorry.

“Hon-on-on has been around us for two years, and I wanted to get rid of this security threat. I’m sorry.

The view stretches over the shallow wound on my neck, gently caressing it, and with some care, he asks me, “Will you blame me for not having the means to communicate with you because he sees your thoughts? I’m sorry.

Landscape also told me that it took a lot of effort to convince me that he was going to kill me and not see it coming.

“The acting is difficult. The landscape concludes.

I’m done listening. It’s exciting, and I’m a little happy for the rest of my life.

And by the way, there’s a strange focus.

I think it’s really a romantic brain, or why does he have no doubt that Luk Myeong knows that Coke is poisonous or that he drank it unrefuted?

I’m going to say this to Landscape.

But Landscape looked at me very carefully and said, “He was right about that. I’m sorry.

Landscape told me that when his body was repaired, even without the superpower of health, it wouldn’t be the same, so it’s fine.

And then he said he wanted me to be God.

I’m stunned and I’m too busy saying what I am and what I am. If God were a man like me, the world would be an atheist.

I reached out to him and I said, “Little, come on, I’ll give you the power. I’m sorry.

He smiled at me, held my wrist and put his finger on his skin.

He was a little exaggerating, and then he laughed and said, “The warmth hit me again.” I’m sorry.

I’ve been acting like a thunderstorm, and I’ve been shivering, and I’ve been making fun of him.

But before he opened his mouth, a huge force came to me!

It all came so suddenly that I was shocked to see the view.

The scenery blinked at me, whispered, and said something very corny.

“You are my God. I’m sorry.

I’m sure you’re all curious about what it’s like to be God.

I mean, I kind of want to know.

It’s just a rumor.

When Landscape gave me all of his 665 superpowers, I heard a ding, and then a countdown came to mind.

Three seconds.

There’s a line here: “Congratulations on your collection of 666 superpowers. You have three seconds to choose one of your greatest powers.” I’m sorry.

It took me a second to read the line.

I wonder for a second.

I can’t think of any other superpower name for the last second, just the look of a white jade for me.

He looks forward to it, looks careful, looks lost.

I think I have to send him a bunch of flowers.

To be honest, I think this superpower contest is an APP creator of a tall, odious joke.

First they thought they could be gods, then at the end of the day they gave him a blow.

This feeling of falling from a height is not acceptable to everyone.

There should be no winners in this game.

But I won with Landscape.

He won a white jade for me.

I’ve got a little red in my hand.

I won a rose for Landscape.

And the land view came over, laughing, and asked me, “Is this the rose that the neighbor’s kid planted downstairs?”

Ah, found.

But I didn’t have a heart. I put my hands in my waist.

“Whoever lets his dog pee in front of our house every day, I’ll take a rose off him, it’ll be a clean-up fee. I’m sorry.

The landscape smiled.

I asked him what he laughed at.

He looked at me softly, and the light fell on him, “Nothing, it just felt so good. I’m sorry.

Yeah, that’s great.

The sun is warm, the wind is clear.

I’m gonna spend my whole life with Landscape.

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## Not yet

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.