After dinner, Wen Sengyu and Yang Moxuan came to a small garden in the city. As the night fell, the two exchanged interesting experiences during their years of separation.
Only then did Wen Sengyu learn that Yang Moxuan had not been living well over the years. Although he had received great material satisfaction, he was under great mental pressure. It was not until he became an adult that he got rid of the expectations from his family and hoped that his son would become a dragon. This big character oppressed him for more than ten years.
In contrast, Wen Sengyu is much happier. Although he has no father or mother, he has Li Xuemei who is very good to him. He has been free from illness and disaster for so many years. If he had not been inexplicably pulled into the realm of reincarnation, he would still be here now. Can continue to live a carefree life.
On the park bench, under the shade trees, Yang Moxuan's cold face changed slightly.
"Xiaoyu, do you know Wang Anke?" Yang Moxuan asked suddenly.
"Wang Anke? Is that the singer you were talking about who died suddenly some time ago." The last time Wen Sengyu heard this name was from An He.
"Well, he is my friend. I think his death is very strange and I want to investigate." Yang Moxuan said in a low voice.
Wen Sengyu knew the cause of Wang Anke's death, but he could not tell the truth to Yang Moxuan. He could only comfort him: "The deceased has passed away, and we can't do more for them. I suggest you look forward and don't think about it. too much."
Yang Moxuan sighed and said: "I know what you mean, even if there is no result in this investigation, I will admit it."
At this point, Wen Sengyu couldn't say much, so he could only change the topic: "You see, you just think too much. You want to investigate this and that. Are you so free?"
"Xiaoyu, this world may not be as simple as we think." Yang Moxuan looked around cautiously, and then continued: "Before he died, I received a death notice."
"Death notice? What's that?"
It was the first time Wen Sengyu heard this word, and Wanqian and the others had never mentioned relevant information before.
"I didn't know either. It was a piece of transparent paper with the words "death notice" and Wang Anke's name written on it. I thought it was a prank at first, but he passed away the day after I received the notice. The book also disappeared," Yang Moxuan said.
"Do you suspect murder...?" Wen Sengyu could only try his best to keep him away from the truth, otherwise no one could guarantee whether he would be involved in this dispute.
"I don't know, but I will definitely find out the truth."
Wen Sengyu sighed silently in his heart, but he couldn't say anything more.
He then thought about it, with the strength of thousands of them, it is impossible for an ordinary person to investigate the results. Even if the investigation comes out, it will not matter, it will be over without pain or irritation.
But out of caution, Wen Sengyu told Wan Qian what happened today after returning to the room.
Wan Qian paused obviously when she heard the death notice. After a few seconds, she slowly said on the other end of the phone: "Are you sure you heard it correctly?"
"No, it's indeed the words death notice." Wen Sengyu replied.
"No wonder Wang Anke died so quickly. I was wondering before." Wan Qian said on the other end of the phone. "I'll explain it when you come back. This matter needs to be considered in the long term."
Eager to know the answer, Wen Sengyu said goodbye to everyone after lunch the next day. Before leaving, he specifically told Yang Moxuan to act with caution. After all, his own life was more important.
But judging from his reaction, it went in one ear and out the other, and he didn't take Wen Sengyu's words seriously at all.
After returning, he immediately found Wan Qian.
Wan Qian was currently in the studio discussing something with An He and the others.
After seeing Wen Sengyu return, Wan Qian nodded to him and motioned for him to come over.
Wen Sengyu found that the table in front of them was filled with photos. Almost every photo had been crossed out, and only a few people's photos were complete.
"Who are these people?" Wen Sengyu asked curiously.
"The 'lucky guy' who has the death notice." Wan Qian said coldly.
"What exactly is a death notice? Why have you never mentioned it before?" Wen Sengyu continued to ask.
An He picked up one of the crossed-out photos and handed it to Wen Sengyu, and then said, "Because only a very small number of people will receive death notices, just like the person in the photo."
The person in the photo looks familiar. He looks like an old man who is nearly 80 years old. He has a long beard and gray hair that highlights the vicissitudes of time. But the old man’s eyes are firm and powerful, and he is looking at the camera with a smile. .
"Is this physicist Zhao Meng?"
Wen Sengyu remembered that he had seen this man in a report a few years ago, because he was the first and only physicist in this country to win the Nobel Prize, but what impressed him was not the only one. After winning the prize, Zhao Meng has been thinking of ways to prove the existence of God using physics.
"Yes, he was once a veteran of the Border Society. He never failed in the reincarnation domain and could bring people in and out smoothly every time. Until one day his friend received the death notice." An He said.
At this time, Wan Qian also pointed to the photos on the table, and then added: "Wen Sengyu, the photos you see now are all of people who have received death notices. The people with the crosses have passed away. .”
Wen Sengyu took a closer look at the photos, and then asked doubtfully: "Then why did these people receive the notice?"
"Special mission." Wan Qian replied. "We only know now that these people have received special tasks, and this task cannot be revealed by him himself. If the task is successfully completed, he will completely escape death."
He didn't understand the meaning of completely getting rid of death. Is it to escape from the realm of reincarnation or to gain eternal life? Wen Sengyu couldn't figure it out for a while.
"Then those people who didn't make a cross have succeeded?" Wen Sengyu pointed at the remaining photos.
Wan Qian put on a puzzling expression, and then said: "They just haven't had time to die yet."
An He continued: "If the mortality rate in the reincarnation realm is close to 100%, then the mortality rate of those who have received the death notice is 100% so far. No one has been able to escape this curse."
Wen Sengyu took a breath. He felt that the situation was becoming more and more complicated. Although he did not receive a death notice, judging from the way things were developing, perhaps one day his mortality rate would become 100%.
"That friend of yours, let's meet for a while if we have a chance." Wan Qian said to Wen Sengyu seriously.
After returning to the room, Wen Sengyu thought a lot. He was afraid that one day his death notice would appear in someone else's hands, and he was even more afraid that one day he would receive a notice from someone else.
"Brother Yu~ What are you doing!" Hua Mulin's sudden appearance startled him.
"You are sick! You scared me." Wen Sengyu said. "You seem to be in a good mood."
"The doctor said that my father's condition has improved somewhat. Although I feel a little surprised, it at least means that my contract with the God of Death has taken effect." Hua Mulin said with a smile.
Wen Sengyu was not in a good mood after hearing this.
"I know what you want to say. We've reached this point anyway, wouldn't it be nice to have a glimmer of hope for survival?"
Hua Mulin understood Wen Sengyu's thoughts. His words gave Wen Sengyu a hint of inspiration. Maybe he was too tired to live. Hua Mulin was right. Now that things have happened, we have to move forward. look.
"You're right, let's perform well in the reincarnation realm." Wen Sengyu smiled happily.
"How was your time at home? Did you bring me anything delicious?" Hua Mulin said.
"I was in a hurry to come back and didn't buy anything." Wen Sengyu said.
"What's the hurry?" Hua Mulin asked.
Wen Sengyu told Hua Mulin about the death notice, and Hua Mulin was very optimistic after hearing it.
"Listening to what you said, I feel that the chance of receiving a death notice is quite small, so I feel at ease." Hua Mulin said. "What I'm more worried about now is what I will encounter when I go in for the first time. I'm quite nervous."
"Don't be nervous. There will be no problems if you follow An He. Just follow her instructions and keep in mind the laws of the reincarnation domain." Wen Sengyu said.
Hua Mulin's first time entering the reincarnation realm was scheduled for the afternoon of the next day. After lunch, Wen Sengyu encouraged him and sent him to the sleeping cabin.
As the hypnotic gas was released, Wen Sengyu also began to wait nervously. Although it was only a few minutes, the time waiting outside was very painful. This was the first time that he felt that seconds felt like years.
"Are you waiting here for my buddy to come out?" Unknowingly, Xiao Xiaobin came behind Wen Sengyu.
"Well...he went in for the first time." Wen Sengyu didn't want to chat with others at this time, even if this person was his idol.
"You're also talking about others. You've only been in there twice. There's nothing to worry about. There's a great god taking care of him." Xiao Xiaobin said in a relaxed tone.
Seeing that Wen Sengyu ignored him, he continued: "By the way, how was my cross talk performance before? Does it feel different when you watch it up close?"
Wen Sengyu, who was staring inside through the glass door, turned around helplessly, and then said: "It goes without saying about the idol's performance, but can you tell me in advance before you ask me next time? It makes me very embarrassed. ..”
With a "ding" sound, the red light in the room turned into white light, and the glass door slowly opened.
"Look, it will come out soon." Xiao Xiaobin left after saying this. It seems that the chat just now was just to relieve Wen Sengyu's nervousness.
After seeing the door open, Wen Sengyu took two glasses of water and went in. One was given to An He and said thank you to her, and the other was brought to Hua Mulin.
"How are you, are you okay?" Wen Sengyu looked at Hua Mulin in front of him and asked with concern.
But Hua Mulin seemed to have lost his soul, lying on the bed motionless, staring at the ceiling, and then breathing heavily.
"Dream Syndrome, just let him relax for a while. Most people will be like this for the first time." An He explained calmly next to him, which was in sharp contrast to Hua Mulin.
Wen Sengyu recalled that he seemed to be confused and nervous when he woke up for the first time.
After about 5 minutes, Hua Mulin sat up from the bed. He reached out and took away Wen Sengyu's water, and then drank it in large gulps.
"Just now, there were countless bed bugs crawling into my mouth, nostrils, ears... As long as there were holes in my body, they would get in. I really thought I was going to die." Hua Mulin finished. At these words, tears welled up in his eyes.
"You should have a good rest first. Come, let me help you up." Wen Sengyu helped Hua Mulin up from the bed and then sent him back to the room.
After seeing him off, Wen Sengyu found An He and wanted to ask her about Hua Mulin's performance inside.
An He was eating bananas as if nothing had happened. When Wen Sengyu came, she immediately said: "He behaves very averagely inside, far worse than you. I suggest you take him with you next time. The more people there are, the better." Taking care of it, I can barely handle it all by myself.”
Wen Sengyu sighed after hearing this: "Thank you. If it weren't for you, he might have gone."
An He threw some bananas over and said jokingly: "Don't worry so much, at least he is very optimistic."
At this time, Wan Qian walked over from the side and said, "What are you talking about? It's so serious."
Wen Sengyu hesitated for a moment and then said: "Qianqian, can we take Hua Mulin with us next time we go in?"
"Are you sure you want him to skip a grade?" Wan Qian said this naturally. It was obviously not the first time he had done this.
"When will I go in next time?" Wen Sengyu asked.
"Tomorrow." Wan Qian replied.
