I Am Not the Supreme God

　　 January 15th, strong wind.

I…

　　 don't know what to record.

　　The desperation that cannot be shaken away has already swallowed my heart deeply, and the plan to leave a suicide note has also been put down by me.

　　Because I don’t know what to write or who I write to, it will eventually be destroyed by the darkness under the sun anyway.

　　 I can only keep a diary and try to hide it in the most hidden place where I can see. I look forward to seeing it, leaving here, and never coming back!

　　Remember.

If you read these words, you are the evil itself, laugh at my corpse, but I will also be in heaven or a certain corner of hell, and I will send you the most bitter, sincere, and harshest curse, eternal life and eternal life. Endless.

　　 January 16, cloudy.

　　 I had expected it, but the last hope was shattered. I guess I suddenly realized that I was desperate and cowardly like a maggot. Is there still a glimmer of hope?

　　 But this is so vague that the fire that I can't even detect is finally extinguished on this day.

　　 The entire continent, or the entire planet, and all external communication equipment have been completely destroyed. This place has become a pool of stagnant water. It is more desperate than despair, and it is its ultimate destination.

　　 I'm leaving. I used satellite equipment. They may have discovered it, stranger, good luck.

　　 wish me...

　　 Before becoming the nourishment of evil, he personally killed himself.

　　 January 17, sunny.

　　 I entered this hotel through the ventilation duct, the name of the hotel has no meaning.

　　Because, I am destined to die here, diary, too.

　　 The outside has been completely occupied, their whispers destroyed every nerve in me, lingering and becoming a nightmare.

　　 Every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I have to try hard to remember whether I have a dream, whether I have made any movement in my sleep, and they have heard it.

　　 I may be the last surviving person in this area. Since the first two days, the terrible wailing in the dark night has no longer surrounded everywhere.

　　 But, why do I miss it a little? I miss the painful wailing, the occupation by evil, my fellow citizens, the most desperate and stern sound...

　　 That makes me feel that there is also the kindness of the same kind.

　　 I'm sick, I know, but I can't stop it. If the next second, I pick up the pistol next to me and punch myself in the head, I won't be surprised.

　　...

　　 Looking at it, Tang Chuan fell asleep, sleeping very sweetly.

If the owner of the diary knows that the most painful pen and ink he left in the last moments of his life is seen as a bedtime story by a heartless person, perhaps his cursed object may be One more person.

　　 Tang Chuan once again dreamed of the blue star, seeing his old deceased, homeland, and seeing the baptism of the years, leaving irreversible traces on them.

　　 But before he was completely immersed in it this time, he was awakened by a loud noise.

　　 Tang Chuan immediately sat up from the sofa and looked towards the sound source.

　　 The star hunter sitting on the ground had already moved first, and the wind blew out.

　　 Tang Chuan came from behind and rushed to the "scene of the crime" almost at the same time as him.

　　On the top floor of this hotel, only Tang Chuan checked in, and before checking in, he had also ordered the front desk, except that he had something to look for, otherwise, don't bother at will.

　　 However, at this moment, the waiter in the hotel uniform, with the take-off and landing cabin, has entered the top floor through the ventilation duct.

　　 The hidden trap set by the star hunter captured him in an instant, and a few invisible ropes bound him firmly to the ground.

　　 The sound just now was made by him rolling down the ventilation duct.

　　The waiter who was firmly bound saw Tang Chuan and Nocton trembling in fright, and said: "I, I am a hotel waiter, I'm here to ask Mr. Tang Chuan if you need special services!"

"hehe!"

　　 Tang Chuan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and kicked him in the door with his feet.

　　 then asked: "Didn't I say, don't you come up if you are okay? Your hotel has the same service attitude? There are take-off and landing cabins but do not leave, you are a Spider-Man."

　　 The waiter was kicked, and quickly argued: "I... this is my private job and cannot be known by the hotel! Mr. Tang Chuan, I really didn't lie to you! Please don't tell the manager!"

　　 Tang Chuan didn't ask any more, and directly asked Quintasha to scan his memory.

Quintasha's eyes flashed with brilliance, and finally her expression was a little ugly, and she said to Tang Chuan in her mind: "According to my investigation, it is indeed like this. He wants to... take care of private work? If the guest is not there, then sneak some valuables. He often does this thing.

　　 But, it’s definitely not that simple. Now, the more normal it is, the weirder it is!"

　　 Tang Chuan thinks so too.

　　This hotel is quite high-end. Will there be such a dishonest waiter?

　　 Even if there are, from the lower floors, climbing up the ventilation ducts, it is a bit too heart-warming. Can the ventilation ducts of the hotel connect the whole building in series?

　　The secret road is almost the same!

　　 Tang Chuan remained silent, observing the waiter blankly.

　　 found that he looked terrified, but he was still looking around.

　　 Are you so afraid of death?

　　 Tang Chuan went up to two big ear scrapers, beat him up, and said: "To be honest, who sent you here and what is the purpose."

The waiter was beaten with gold stars in his eyes, his cheeks swelled, and he said in horror: "No, don't hit me! I really didn't lie! I admit that in addition to taking personal work, I also stepped on it by the way. After preparing for your departure, Feel something and go, but I really don't have any evil intentions!"

　　 Tang Chuan hehe said: "This is still called no evil heart? It seems that you are not very scared. You are still looking around. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, don't tell me, are you stepping on it too?"

The waiter immediately put away his light, and begged for mercy: "I, I know that I am wrong! I won't give you any more ideas, my friend can give you a discount in the background, don't report me, I can save your room fees these days! "

　　 Tang Chuan looked at him for a while, and then faintly said: "Well, let's go, don't come to trouble your upper body again, just let you go this time."

"what…"

　　 The waiter clearly didn't respond, and the noose on his body was automatically untied and fell to the ground.

After being stunned for a while, Tang Chuan wiped his hands and went to the side to have a drink. Then he reacted and said, "Thank you. As long as you don't report me, you will be guaranteed to enjoy the discount in the end, please! "

　　 Tang Chuan: "Go!"

　　 The waiter didn't dare to say more, and ran out rolling and crawling and got into the ventilation duct.

　　Nockton hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Just let him go? Here, there is a problem."

　　 said, knelt on one knee, and poke his palms down the sofa.

　　 In the end, he took out a nearly transparent, thin piece of wiretap, and crushed it in one hand.

　　 explained: "He was kicked in just now and stuffed in. This person definitely has a problem."

　　 Tang Chuan put the wine glass on the counter and said, "I knew there was a problem, so I let him go. Your new mission is here. Watch him and see who he will contact. Use this to contact me."

　　 On the side of the cheek of the star hunter warrior, a pattern appeared, which was a pager derived from fantasy attributes.

　　Nockton nodded and said, "Well, I just applied tracking powder on him. No matter who he is in contact with, I can see at a glance."

　　 "Go ahead."

"kindness."