[Comprehensive] The master is in trouble

Chu Mo looked at it strangely and took out the envelope from the mailbox. It was a letter addressed to him.

Except for the fact that there is no postmark, no address, and only his name on this letter... Even if all of the above are complete, it is a strange thing for someone to write a letter in this era.

You must know that with the popularization of electronic payment methods, even water, electricity and gas bills are no longer mailed.

However, I have to admit that this weird letter fully aroused Chu Mo's curiosity.

There were only three words on the envelope. Although "Chu Mo Shou" was written in cursive script, it was obviously printed by a computer.

The entire envelope only has a white background and black characters, without any extra patterns, but if it is reflected in the sunlight, a layer of dark patterns similar to auspicious clouds can be vaguely seen hidden in the pure white background.

The texture of the entire envelope shell is very tough, delicate and thick to the touch, and feels good to the touch. If you smell it carefully, there is a nice natural sandalwood fragrance.

These small details are in line with Chu Mo's aesthetic preferences.

It seemed that whoever had written the letter as a prank was at least someone who knew him well.

Curiosity was aroused, so there was only one way to open the letter, Chu Mo went back to the room, randomly took out two disposable gloves and put them on.

Picking up the fruit knife on the table, he slapped the edge of the envelope neatly, and pulled out the letter paper inside which was slightly thinner than the envelope but of the same color and pattern.

But the first time he saw the contents of the letter, Chu Mo's heart changed from "what the hell is written" to "are you fucking kidding me?"

To my old self, dear:

First of all, don't worry about the small mistakes in the letter format. I haven't written a letter for decades. You know, it wasn't popular back then.But I can only give you news by paper letter.

Second, as my title says, I am your future self.

Believe it or not, it's true.

Of course, even if you don't believe it, you will soon believe it, because the me back then... finally had to believe it.

There are naturally important reasons for writing this letter to you across time and space.

You are dying.

This is really sad news, but it's true.

You who have just passed the age of 28 will soon encounter a death calamity. Even if you pass it, you will still have the next wave of death calamity waiting for you. You are past five.

The only way to crack it is to be the god of death and a person from the underworld.

Chu Mo: ...

Although there are infinite ellipses in my heart, there are still a few last words left, so let's read it.

Reaper is a professional name, which is slightly different from what is described in comics and traditional meanings. I know you don’t believe it, so bring the envelope, it can help you avoid this disaster.At this time, people from the underworld will come to ask you if you want to join the ranks of the god of death.

At this time, I believe that you must have no doubts, it's just that your worldview is a little bit broken.

Finally, PS about it.

Joining is not everything is going well, you are just an intern and a temporary worker, if you fail the stage review and are disqualified, you will still be greeted with the same fate.

It's a bit strange to encourage myself, but I'm the past, please do your best, I'm very satisfied with the present future, please don't let it disappear.

Chumer

I checked the envelope up and down, and didn't find any redundant words such as "Haha, you really finished reading it, I'm kidding you!".

The gloves were not stained with things like itching powder, dyes, ointments that got dirtier with washing.

However, even if there is no such letter, the proportion of "prank" in the judgment of a normal thinking person is still greater than that of "strange incident".

I recalled what happened recently, circled the suspects, and made a direct phone call.

"I just missed an appointment, and you are too exaggerated. Don't pretend to be innocent, who else is there besides you? Okay, anyway, see you at the old place in an hour."

He hung up the phone, tidied up the house, and was about to go out, but he still stuffed that weird letter in his pocket, whether it was a face-to-face confrontation, or he was somewhat dubious about the statement in the letter, with the general manager That's right.

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At the corner of Guangling Road, there is a coffee shop with a good reputation. Compared with other cafes that opened vigorously, with various "authentic" and "special" names, and then quickly dissipated after a few years, this one is called Kaying. The cafe has been open for more than ten years.

It is a small old name.

The boss was a graduate of the university a road away. After graduation, he simply started a business near the school. His family background is very knowledgeable about coffee, and he married a beautiful lady who is very experienced in desserts. He also hired a reliable chef.

The authenticity has given this coffee shop a foothold and reputation.

Coupled with simplicity and style, it also has a casual decoration style that young people like.

Although the price is [-] to [-]% more expensive, people who have been there still approve and praise it.

However, those who come to the cafe for leisure today may be more or less unable to concentrate on enjoying the delicious coffee.reason?It's just a love of beauty.

A tall and slender beauty with a pair of seductive sexy long legs sat in the corner of the window.

The layout of Kaying is also thoughtful, some are suitable for gatherings, some are suitable for dining, and some are suitable for secret talks.

The position that this beauty is sitting in is suitable for chatting in secret. Basically sitting in that position, as long as you don't yell loudly, or someone deliberately leans over to eavesdrop, the secrecy is good.

The sound can be separated, but everyone's sight cannot be separated.

Not to mention the beautiful appearance of that beauty, the most special thing is her temperament.

The charming appearance has a trace of free and easy coolness, and there is a clean feeling in every gesture.It makes people feel that the pure and charming adjective in the legend is really not a fiction.

The short skirt showing her beautiful legs should have given people a hot and sexy allure, but the beauty's elegant sitting posture gave the short skirt an intellectual feeling.

With looks and temperament, I don't know which man is cheaper.

The smile on the corner of the beauty's mouth is completely like falling in love, she must be waiting for her lover.

Those with big brains, while admiring the beauties, also make up their minds about what kind of person the young man will be when he arrives, whether he is equally outstanding, talented and beautiful, or a classic representative of flowers and cow dung.

But no matter how you think about it, when people actually entered and sat opposite the beauty, everyone twisted their faces.

It's not that the person here is too ugly, but too...dirty.

The whole person is ashamed, the light brown coat on his body is torn, and there are all kinds of stains on it, black, white, and oily... Wait, the mark on his hand is not blood, is it? ? !

Is this just after the fight?

That is really the rhythm of dating with life!

Fortunately, everyone just craned their necks to take a sneak peek and couldn't hear what they said because of politeness, otherwise they would be shocked by the first sentence before they could figure out the truth about the man's embarrassing appointment.

"Brother." Chu Mo nodded naturally to the beautiful woman in front of him, and directly snatched the stirred coffee from the other party's hand and drank it in one gulp—to suppress the shock.

Yes, that's right, the beautiful woman in front of me is Chu Mo's brother. He is not just a transvestite, but has really made that kind of life-changing choice.

"My God, what's wrong with you!"

"Car accident, I'm fine." Chu Mo rubbed the center of his brows, leaned back, crossed his legs naturally, and stated the facts calmly, not forgetting to stare into his brother's eyes seriously, expressing right and wrong with his eyes imaginary.

The corner of Chu Yan's mouth twitched, and he waved for two more cups of coffee. He carefully looked at his brother and confirmed with his eyes that he was fine, and then sighed after the coffee came.

"When I went to see a psychiatrist, I always felt that you should actually need treatment."

"It's just a gender identity disorder. The treatment is painful, and it's even more painful if you can't cure it. Now you are very happy, and I don't mind my brother becoming a sister. Isn't everything fine? I didn't think it was necessary to see a doctor back then."

"But you brat has never changed your mind, wait!" Chu Yan patted the table. "Don't change the subject."

"I don't think there is anything wrong with my psychology. It's an advantage to not be surprised."

"I'm not talking about this with you, I'm asking you about the car accident."

Chu Mo took a sip of coffee calmly, and turned his head 45 degrees to look out the window in the tone of Ikuko Ichihara: "Everything is fate."

Chu Yan: ...

Chu Mo: "It didn't hit me. This body rolled on the ground."

Chu Yan: "You can't talk properly. So you were scared when you came in and grabbed my coffee just now?"

"No, I'm afraid." Chu Mo told the truth, although the only listener expressed disbelief.

He was indeed afraid.

If it's a fear, it's a fear at most. If he didn't bring the letter with him, then he is either in the intensive care unit now, or has been transferred to the morgue after the rescue failed.

What he is afraid of now is the fate of having to die as mentioned in the letter.

It's like the god of death is coming, after you have escaped, you will have to pay back the life you stole every minute and every second.

But since this matter can be resolved in the follow-up, so his fear is quite limited, probably only while grabbing coffee for a while.

"Brother, what do you think of me taking a part-time job?" Looking up, Chu Yan's face turned pale, and he immediately explained, "It's nothing to do with you, business is going well recently, I'm not short of money, I just..."

"Have you found your life goal again?" Chu Yan felt that she had clearly shown her gaze, but she still saw her younger brother's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly following the topic he casually brought up.

"Yes, I think this is the meaning of my life. I will definitely love this new part-time job. From then on, I will shine for him, complete every business with the attitude of the college entrance examination, and strive to become a regular in three years. Get promoted in one year, be number one in the industry in ten years, and achieve lifelong achievements in one hundred years.”

"..." This time it was Chu Yan's turn to drink up the coffee in one gulp, "What part-time job are you going to do?"

"..." Chu Mo.

"????" Chu Yan.

"Brother, hell is a unique name in China, right?"

"Almost." The West seems to be called the underworld, hell or something like that, but there is a translation problem, China also has hell.

"Then Death is the name of the West, right?"

"That's right." In China, they are called Hades, judges, ghost messengers, black and white impermanence, bull's head and horse face and so on.

[So, the future me, can you tell me clearly, which system will I be working in? ] "Chu Mo!"

"Suddenly I became a little confused about my part-time job again, so I decided to make some preparations. Brother, I will tell you what I do when I'm done. I promise it's not against the law."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and left. Before Chu Yan could persuade him to stay, he stopped and leaned over to Chu Yan's ear, quite mysteriously.

"Brother, do you know where blood plasma, eyeballs, skulls and other things are sold?" He humbly asked for advice, "It's better to be real and fresher."

"..." This heart-stopping feeling is still so familiar.