The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

Ding Yiqing stared at the palm, silent, the world withered and extinguished visibly with the naked eye, the black fog invaded the mechanical jellyfish, and the only boat was dissolved in the endless darkness.

Cen Jin's perspective was shrouded in darkness, and in the next moment, a dazzling light scorched his eyelids, and he opened his eyes suddenly, as if the play button was pressed on the paused picture, and the bustling life breath penetrated into his ears from all directions.

What I saw in front of me were high-rise buildings, heavy traffic, shoulders rubbing shoulders on the sidewalk, and it was very lively. It seemed that today was a very special festival.

Cen Jin turned his head to look at the window, the expression of his reflection was very dazed, he was from an unknown place, his destination was unknown, he was in the crowd, but there was no familiar face, his memory was blank, and he was at a loss what to do.

The passers-by around him passed by him, or walked side by side with friends or lovers, whispering to each other, and glanced at Cen Jin's position without moving, because they couldn't see this person.

Cen Jin is like a ghost, wandering the streets of the city aimlessly, and came to a beach, with high-rise buildings behind him, lively crowds around him, and fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky in front of him.

The countdown on TV is counting down Happy New Year. Human beings have entered the millennium. There is a happy smile on the face, and the vision for the future in the eyes. No one knows what happened in 1999, nor what will happen in the future What kind of direction.

There is a huge shadow crawling on the surface of the sea, which is especially conspicuous under the illumination of fireworks, but humans can't see it. Cen Jin rushed over, lost his shoes, rushed into the crowd with bare feet, and kept waving, telling everyone to run, there are monsters in the sea!

But no one can hear him or see him, and he will always live in the future one second in the human timeline.

Cen Jin shouted until his throat was swollen, and when he looked back, the creeping shadow on the sea surface had already dived into the bottom of the sea, and the humans on the shore didn't notice it at all.

He suddenly stood there in a daze, looking at the sea with a confused face and muttering why no one heard him.

Cen Jin tried to strike up a conversation with someone, but he was ignored by all means. He lived among billions of human beings, but he was so lonely that only one person knew his existence, and that person was himself.

Loneliness can drive a person crazy, memory, cognition and personality are all blurred, Cen is now wandering in the world, gradually silent, ignorance that is more terrifying than marginalization makes him even distort his self-cognition.

Until one rainy night, he was watching the anime played in the shop window on the corner of the street in Hong Kong City.

Of course, it was an abbreviated approach by the animation producer to save pen and ink, but Cen Jin suddenly resonated with it at that moment, and suddenly realized that because he is a supporting role, he will be constantly marginalized.

Isn't he just a passerby who is marginalized to the point where he doesn't even have simple lines?

Real passers-by can never be seen by the audience.

The rain is getting heavier, and more and more pedestrians are sheltering from the rain under the eaves. Black and red umbrellas are opened, and the streets and intersections are crowded. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry.

A man came with a big black umbrella, behind him was a student girl who was hiding from the rain and exclaimed repeatedly, Cen Jin listened indifferently, to the effect that this person was good-looking, like a professional cosplayer.

The man walked up to him, his leather shoes stepped on the stagnant water, and crystal water droplets splashed.

Cen Jin looked up. Under the big black umbrella, he was tall and tall, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. He was wearing a black suit. He was holding the handle of the umbrella with his fingers. His knuckles were clearly defined. The white jade bamboo knots exhibited in the glass cabinet of the Unprovoked Museum had clear and white joints. , with a shiny luster, very similar to his hands.

The long hair is braided and sideways to the shoulders, with a deep outline, as beautiful as a gorgeous doll made with painstaking efforts, the eyes are especially beautiful, they are actually silver-white, and the pupils are even more unique, they should be wearing colored contact lenses.

He lowered his eyes, looked over, his eyes were cold, he only stayed for a second before retracting.

So close to the world, nothing more than the case.

Cen Jin held his breath, clutched his chest, followed involuntarily, and lost his way around the corner. The densely packed big black umbrellas were like an ocean, and they could miss each other in the blink of an eye.

As the rain poured down, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, only Cen Jin was left walking slowly, continuing his lonely journey.

Time flies by like running water, and several years have passed in a blink of an eye. Cen Jin wandered to Xinhai City, and found a corner to stand blankly, when suddenly a wandering artist came by the side of the road, holding a well-maintained guitar on his back. Playing without a beat, the voice is low and full of story.

The strings vibrated, and the mellow voice hummed in a low voice, like a storyteller who opened the door and walked out from the depths of the flowers, telling the friendship in the story.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky..."

Cen Jin raised his eyes and saw that many passers-by stopped around the singer, listening intently to his singing.

"The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountain."

Just at the right time, the sunset is all over the sky, and the setting sun dyes half of the sky red, the scenes blend together, and the pedestrians feel melancholy.

Cen Jin tilted his head, his face was expressionless, and his eyes did not fluctuate. He focused on the passing cars, the changing traffic lights, a daisy suddenly blooming in a flower shop not far away, and a little further away, a tired bird passing by. The building fell towards the long river, suddenly soared straight up into the sky, and disappeared into a row of dense forests by the river.

The colorful sunset changes its shape. Some people stop and take pictures with their mobile phones, and some people set up professional photographers to take pictures of the magnificent natural scenery.

"Am I playing badly?"

A figure suddenly blocked Cen Jin's line of sight, with blond hair and green eyes, carrying a guitar on his back, looking at the corner with a smile.

Cen Jin thought for a while, moved away from his seat, and continued to observe the world in a bored manner.

The figure was leaning against the wall, and his shoulders were about to touch his shoulders, with a comfortable and relaxed posture, as if he ran into an old friend on the street, and chatted with each other.

If there is beer and cigarettes, it is estimated that you can hang your shoulders until late at night.

"I've released a record and it's very popular. When I'm about to explode, the company wants me to form a team and bring a few scraps of firewood. Of course, I don't discriminate against them for not having musical talent, but they are a group of walking dead without a musical soul. Not like you."

Cen Jin thought, who is he calling?

"You really love music, I will not refuse to form a team with you."

After taking a second look, he didn't have a mobile phone or a bluetooth headset on his ears. I understood that he was talking to himself, he was a weirdo.

Cen Jin thought indifferently.

"So I rejected the company's request to tie up, tore up the contract, lost everything, and ran away angrily, and became my wandering artist." Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something funny, and he smiled.

"Walk 1 meters to the left at the crossroad in front and there is a square with a music fountain. There is an anecdote about the fountain. The boss of Party A had a whim and asked the music fountain to be smart. If someone stands on the left and shouts, it is higher than a certain frequency, the playing music will be played back automatically, and standing on the right will fast-forward and skip to the song [-] minute later.

If you stand in the middle and shout, the music will play as usual. "

It sounds amazing, Cen Jin thought, maybe he can go there to sleep at night.

"But the architect couldn't do it. It took a lot of money to make a voice-activated song cutting mode. There are some differences, but to a certain extent, it can be regarded as fulfilling Party A's requirements."

The man chuckled, looking back, his eyes were like emeralds without any impurities: "Should you still ignore me?"

Cen Jin stared at him blankly, then widened his eyes for a while: "You, can you see me?"

"Invisible."

Cen Jin was disappointed when he heard the words.

"But I can feel your presence, and if I'm lucky, I can also hear your voice. It took a lot of time and energy to find you, but luckily I found it."

"Why, looking for me?"

After not talking to others for a long time, Cen Jin's language organization ability has seriously deteriorated, and he speaks intermittently. Fortunately, his thinking logic is not broken.

"There are three reasons. One is that someone is looking for you. If they can't find you, they will smash my house and kick my head as a ball. The second is related to the first. If he loses control, my sister will get what she wants. If she is proud, I will Oops. Third..."

"Three, what is it?"

"If I want to help my friend, I will."

"……friend?"

"You don't remember, and you don't have to remember."

He reached out and grasped Cen Jin's wrist.

Cen Jin lowered his head, his pupils trembled, his breathing was the lightest and smallest, and he carefully paid attention to the touch of his wrist. How long has it been since he touched anyone?

I don't know, I don't remember the time, the time is chaotic, day and night are indistinguishable, and he thought he would stay in a daze and be alone until he died.

"what do you?"

Should it be said that he is the savior in the prophecy?On the premise that the brain does not have any concepts, it can still be so sensitive. Using "what" to refer to him, as if describing something, subconsciously excludes him from the human race.

"Fortunately, the timeline is not far away from now, otherwise I really can't do anything."

"I'll pull you back to the current timeline, because he's made a lot of noise and there are many things staring at you, so you have to behave yourself and don't be as arrogant as before.

Anyway, the timeline of your body is quite chaotic, you have been to the 'past' and the 'future', you can return to the 'now' with a child's body and grow up again. "

"As a child, it's best not to have a memory, anyway, one day you will know all the truth."

Through Cen Jin's pupils, Huang Mao looked at the blond man across time and space, the musician who had traveled with them on the ghost ship and ghost train. When performing on stage at the 2021 music festival, Ding Yiqing took out seven instruments, Each one corresponds to the team members in 1999 and later legendary bosses, but one of them has no owner.

Ding Yiqing said that the man lived in Huadu, he was blond, he was a musician, and he was their friend——

The man's soft blond hair was shining brightly, and he said with a smile: "Go back, I'm really annoying him."

pat.

Representing 'now' among the Nordic gods, Verdani is the most gentle and kind-hearted god of destiny.

Cen Jin vaguely remembered that when Pat sent him back to the 'now' timeline, he said a few words, and then completely fell into darkness.

"Ho-"

Cen Jin suddenly jumped out of the sea like a person who has been drowning for a long time, took a deep breath, looked around, found that there was still a thick fog, and instantly understood that he had come out of the memories of the past.

He remembered everything, remembered everything, and finally knew where to find Ding Yiqing in the torrent of time.