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Chapter 8 Anchor(1/2)

 "A Qian, why are you standing there? Come and help!"

...

The same scene and the same lines made Jiang Qian feel a little inexplicably resistant.

After all, he had just seen the death of his whole family.

The tragedy happened anyway!

Jiang Qian threw the fruit knife on the picnic mat, threw a note, turned around and ran towards the parking lot!

"Please find the initiator and stop all tragedies from happening." Jiang Qian repeatedly chewed this sentence, trying to prevent the damn truck from hitting his own private car before driving!

If the truck did not hit the self-driving car, it would not have happened, whether it was the mother's accident or the incident of being cheated by a bad driver.

etc.

Jiang Qian stopped suddenly.

If the truck is stopped, will the "tragedy" really stop?

At this time, he had arrived at the "T" intersection in the parking lot, and could not determine which direction the truck came from and bumped into his private car.

Jiang Qian was wandering, and Jiang Yang's voice came from behind:

"Jiang Qian, what are you doing? Mom asked me to ask you to go back."

There is a way!

Based on Jiang Qian’s understanding of Jiang Yang, this task of “destruction” must be him!

Jiang Qian walked towards Jiang Yang and said with a word: "You are here at the right time. Help me watch a car at this intersection. The yellow truck, the license plate number is XA05052... As long as you stop this car, my pocket money will belong to you next month!"

The tasks are clear, the information is complete, and the price is clearly marked.

Jiang Yang was about to refute, but when he heard the words "Pocket money belongs to you", he hesitated.

After a brief hesitation, he began to bargain: "Hey, if you do such a bad thing, you will be scolded."

What's the point of being scolded? You're so urinating, you'll feel itchy if you don't have to be beaten for three days... Jiang Qian examined Jiang Yang's reaction and stretched out two fingers: "It's two months old, so there can't be more."

"Trade!" Jiang Yang agreed boldly.

It’s worthy of being you. As long as you use money, you don’t bother asking about the reason... Jiang Qian’s heart was a little relaxed.

Children's happiness is so easy to satisfy!

Without further ado, Jiang Qian repeated the license plate number twice to Jiang Yang and described the appearance of the car. After ensuring that Jiang Yang had already remembered it, the two rushed to both sides of the intersection to prepare to stop the car.

"Hey, be safe!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Looking at Jiang Yang's energetic back, Jiang Qian sighed and ran to the other side...

He ran about fifty meters away, and a harsh roar came from behind him!

Where did the truck appear?

Jiang Qian quickly turned around and ran towards Jiang Yang in the opposite direction!

But before he could run a few steps away, he watched the familiar truck rushing towards the intersection!

The out-of-control body scraped Jiang Yang down, pulled him into the bottom of the car, drove him out for more than ten meters before he stopped by the roadside.

The driver got out of the car cursed and saw the person. After seeing him, he was so scared that he sat on the ground and peed...

Wen Han, who was calling for his two sons, just witnessed this shrill scene. She screamed and ran over. Before she could reach Jiang Yang, she fell to the ground with her legs weak and cried bitterly!

Jiang Qian was frozen in place.

What's going on now?

Jiang Yang is dead...

Could it be that as long as I try to do something, a tragedy will happen...?

This conjecture is being verified.

But if I don't do anything, how can I stop the accident from happening in the end?

Jiang Qian asked himself.

Huge pressure enveloped him.

The mother's crying sounds intersected in her mind with the dark blue tones of the "Choose" poster, making him dizzy.

The familiar prompt sound came as promised!

【To be entering the movie viewing session】

[The film "Choose" is adapted from the real experience of the Trialer. You will star in this film with your true colors and get an immersive peak experience]

[Please find the initiator to prevent all tragedies from happening]

【Scene 4-Action!】

"here we go again……"

...

A familiar and gentle voice summoned Jiang Qian: "A Qian, why are you standing there? Come and help!"

It's like the beginning of a cycle of tragedies.

Jiang Qian lowered his head, and the blade in his hand shone with a bright luster.

It gradually coincides with the white ship that inserted a vortex in his mind...

Against the dark blue background, the huge vortex emits a dizzying warning, and a white sail breaks into the vortex, as if it is inserted into the bull's eye's sharp knife.

"Break the deadline, the initiator..."

Jiang Qian's eyes suddenly contracted!

"Every tragedy comes based on my attempt to change the past and avoid tragedy. As long as I start to make efforts, something will happen..."

He held the fruit knife tightly, with excitement in his eyes of sudden enlightenment and nervousness about to come!

Find out the initiator and stop all tragedies from happening...

"I am the one who initiates the tragedy!"

The tip of the fruit knife is shining with a sharp light in the sun.

So, this is the so-called way to break the deadlock?

...

A dark and quiet copy world.

AS1741 "Murmuring Demon Whispers"—

A tag "No interruption" was hung at the door of the screening room No. 2.

Inside the door, several voices whispered in different styles.

"Will he die?" asked a affectionate voice.

"If he made the wrong choice, yes." replied in a voice that was betrayed.

In the closed and dark space, Jiang Qiu's sleeping body floated in the void, held by countless tentacles, pulling and scratching his clothes and body from time to time.

Hidden in the darkness, the sound of losing one's parents was the master of these tentacles.

"You seem to have regarded him as a dead person, right? Ah hahaha, hehehe..." An exaggerated and pleasant voice suddenly sounded, as if this incident made him very happy.

"I believe he will end this tragedy and his own life according to the script I set for him." The voice that was lost sounded determined to win, "I have planted an anchor in his heart. It is only a matter of time to seek death. After a painful struggle, he will finally make that choice."

"How did it be done?" The affectionate voice revealed a seductive desire for knowledge.

"Haha, this is my unique secret!"

Like the voice of a betrayal rising, the tone of the voice became more and more tempting: "The key is: give him hope to change the ending in the doomed tragedy. Then, let him understand through repeated efforts and failures that the result cannot be changed! Whoever tries to change will accelerate the occurrence of the tragedy!"

"He will eventually come to a conclusion through thinking and verification: the person who tries to break free from the tragedy is the initiator! Yes, it is himself."

The voice of a bereaved girl trembled with excitement, as if she was showing off her masterpiece.

"In the end, he would hold the knife in his hand tightly. It was a small gift I designed for him, a white boat! Haha, the white boat penetrated into the vortex and broke the chaos. That was the 'heart anchor' I planted in him."

"He will listen to his inner voice and end his pathetic life with that knife..."

A affectionate voice interrupted Him: "Suicide is not a trivial matter."

The implication is that people do not think that they will easily muster up the courage and hand the sharp knife to their chest.

"Under the impact of strong grief, people willpower will be too fragile to a single blow. Even their judgment will be inaccurate."

"When he repeatedly witnessed his relative's death, he had no choice. When he reasoned that he was the culprit, he would do it when he misjudged that only by pointing his sword to pass the level, he would do it."

Just as the voice of the bereaved parents was so sure, I firmly believe in my own strategy.

"Unless it's a pervert. Hahahaha..." The exaggerated and pleasant voice laughed even more exaggeratedly than before.
To be continued...
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