When I realized that the place I am now is not where humans live, I found that no matter how hard I racked my brains and tried my best to recall and thought about it, I could no longer remember what I did in the last moment of the world. I couldn't even think of any reason for getting here reason. I could only pat my head, which was already a little painful because of this incident, and looked at my master pitifully with a look of help, hoping that as a god, she would tell me the truth about me on the way.

The master sighed softly but did not answer.

Judging from the complex expression on her face standing silently, she could understand what I mean and clearly know how I floated to heaven.

This doesn't make me feel weird, because in those human myths, angels can easily guess what people are thinking, so "As an angel, she can easily sense that I am here through work channels or telepathy, and it's really only one step away from the door of happiness." This kind of thing is probably just ordinary.

I only know that the reason why she quickly arrived before I stepped into the door and was about to talk to me first was to prevent me from saying goodbye to the world of the world by chance before I could understand the whole thing. This tiny detail made an indescribable warm current surge in my heart, and also made me realize that even if my master has become an angel, she is still trying her best to find ways to prevent me from being hurt inexplicably and regret leaving a speechless description.

Just because time cannot go back, if I step into the gate of heaven without any effort, if no one comes to stop me, let me wander around in this strange paradise, if Master comes a few more beats, maybe I will accidentally enter the transformation channel of heaven to completely transform from a pure human who experiences the ups and downs of the world to a half-human and half-immortal inhabitant of heaven. Even if I want to return to the world in the future, even if I don’t choose a road without looking back, I will need to go through complicated procedures like traveling abroad on the world, and it will not be as simple as entering and leaving the home.

No, if you think carefully, things seem to be as simple as I imagined. You may not necessarily have to step into the gate of heaven to obtain a residence permit. It is only because in this paradise dominated by God, even if mortals have the courage to step into the gate of heaven, it depends on whether God will issue an entry permit. If He feels that it is not the time to reject it, everything will be useless to smuggle the border. If he may not do it well, he will have to force a crime to be punished and sent to hell.

To give the simplest example, you can understand: If an outsider accidentally walks to Nanshan while walking on the road, or swims to Nanshan through water, he not only does not have the qualifications to pass Nanshan, but also fails to pass the public trial at the gate. Instead, he sees the gate and rushes in, causing a relatively bad impact...

Then, imprisonment, fines, permanent deprivation of the qualification to come to Nanshan, or joint punishment of the three, will become an indeterminate and very "subject" topic.

"Master, tell me what exactly happened to me."

Back to the topic, I turned the questions in my heart into questions and threw them all out, waiting for her answer with a peaceful expression. I observed the micro-expression on her face after receiving the questions. I soon knew that she didn't want to tell the reason why I went from the world to heaven. She was always kind and seemed to think that speaking directly would make me unable to bear it as if I was sent to hell. Let me find out why this is. Leaving room for myself is the most appropriate way to know the answer.

But why don’t you tell me openly?

Is the matter even more serious than expected?

Her profound silence made my heart, which was not fully mature and still a child, messed up and down. My heart began to pound up and down with trepidation, and began to worry whether I left too suddenly, whether I looked too miserable and without any respect, whether it would cause ordinary netizens in the world who still care about me to worry, whether it would make friends who have already learned more about me feel pain, whether it would make my relatives and friends who are still silently caring about me in the corner of the South Mountain, unable to accept such painful reality for a moment, which would affect her life, will it make my family who once made me feel a little regretful, will it make Captain Li and others who have been conscientiously helping me sigh, will it make people who have been bullying me feel endless happiness?

"...You come to Nanshan."

After a while of silence, the master finally spoke, interrupted my thoughts and brought the topic back to the cause of this incident. However, after saying four words, the master returned to his silent state. He seemed a little confused. He didn't know how to tell me the truth of the matter, nor did he know what attitude to face this matter.

"...Come to Nanshan. The reason for making such a risky move is because my sixth sense keeps telling me that we must be feasible. I heard the news that the probability of passing Nanshan is only 5% and my sixth sense tells me that my family cannot break into Nanshan."

I paused and told my master the reason for going to Nanshan. But my answer shocked me: "The means to end life are under the control of people, and accidents are also under the control of people. Can we step into the gate of heaven or hell be beyond the control of mortals. When they do not want you to stay, you cannot compete with them, and when they need you to stay, you cannot disobey them."

"What's the meaning?"

A kind of ominous premonition based on death arose in my heart, and the doubts in my heart quickly rose, eventually turning into a long-lasting storm. While asking carefully, I still racked my brains to think about what happened before coming to this paradise, but it seemed as if I would fail in anything I did. My memories were so fragmented that I could not piece together. I was lost in an ancient castle and found nothing, and I was more like a doctor who had lost his mind and had no idea about what was placed in front of me.

"So, God doesn't want you to die by accident."

The master saw that I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out the answer. Finally, he walked slowly to me, patted my shoulder gently with his hand, and replied with a complicated expression: "The time is almost over, I should send you down. If you keep it, something might really happen."

"Master, wait..."

When I heard the master say he wanted to send me back to the world, and I wanted to say something to her, I shouted anxiously, hoping that she would give me some time to meet her, but the word "wait a moment" I said was not completely thrown out, and the scene of heaven in front of me had begun to slowly dissipate, and involuntarily transformed into something common in the hospital ward.

The light blue sky turned into a white ceiling, the clouds floating in the air turned into white walls, the brilliant sun rays turned into lights of lights, the guards at the entrance of the heaven became doctors, nurses and nurses coming and going, and the location of the heaven door became the door of the ICU observation room. I couldn't feel my lower body again, and I realized that I was now lying weakly on the hospital bed, hanging a saline bottle on my hands.

When all the scenes returned to reality and I also reacted, I felt in an instant that many wounds of all sizes were tearing and conveying pain that ordinary people could not bear, just like millions of needles piercing their skin and millions of swords piercing their hearts. The pain was so painful that I almost roared loudly. I suddenly felt that I had reached an unbearable state and wanted to yell loudly to relieve it. However, when I tried to make a sound, I realized that I could not make any sound at the moment, and at most I could only make my breathing more rapid and let tears overflow from my eyes.

but.

There seemed to be other people in this room.

I struggling to turn my head to the left. In my hazy vision, I saw a figure with brown hair and blue eyes sitting on the chair beside my hospital bed, looking down at me without saying a word. The movements I made were obviously filled with concern, and there was still worry in my concern, but there seemed to be no expression on my face, just like the expression and body dissociated.

She seemed to be injured, and she was still a little serious.

——"We're meeting, Jasmine."
Chapter completed!