Chapter 113 About the Future

After a while, the car stopped at the door of Mr. Luo's house.

She looked around, asked Xiao Chen and the others to wait outside, and then she pushed open the door of Mr. Luo's house and walked in.

Mr. Luo saw her come in and smiled a little wider: "You're here?"

Ye Qinglan glanced at the medicine bottle on the table, then at the color of his lips and dirty internal organs. He had swallowed chemicals and there was no way he could be saved.

I couldn't help but get angry: "You asked me to come all the way here just to watch you commit suicide?"

At this time, a trickle of blood also flowed from Mr. Luo's nostrils.

Ye Qinglan hurriedly took out a bottle of pills from his bag and stuffed them into Mr. Luo's mouth. Seeing Mr. Luo tightly pursed his lips, he sneered: "I don't have the ability to save you. I just didn't finish my question and delayed your death."

I still fed it to Mr. Luo.

Mr. Luo panted: "I left something for you."

After a pause, he continued, "I don't want you to watch me commit suicide. I want you to come and take the things I leave behind. Besides, the lives of thousands of people must be resolved one way or another."

When mentioning the lives of thousands of people, Ye Qinglan's eyes were as sharp as knives.

Mr. Luo, this Mr. Luo is not that Mr. Luo, it means fortune teller. But in fact, Mr. Luo is different from those fortune tellers, and also different from Weiwei who can only predict good and bad luck. He can't see through people's past, but he can see everyone's future and predict everything that will happen.

He is a qualified person with predictive ability, or a prophet.

Therefore, the flood in Wangjiang was within his expectations.

Originally, if Xiao Chen hadn't approached him, everything would have remained a secret.

It happened that when Xiao Chen was observing Luo Jing, he used a handful of candy to get information out of a child in Honghu Village. There was nothing wrong with the Luo Jing he was looking for, but Mr. Luo, Luo Jing's uncle who was five generations away from him, was a little special.

The cow of the production team ran away, where to find it? Ask him.

Ask him whether it will rain today and whether we should store the food.

…

He knows everything.

This caught Xiao Chen's attention.

Xiao Chen visited the family three times, but was not allowed in twice and was dismissed once with a few words. But Xiao Chen was a man who would not stop until he achieved his goal. The child's words were not groundless, because he also asked other children, who took a bag of candy from him and told him one thing: adults forbid you to say it.

Listen, this is the problem.

Xiao Chen is a ruthless person. For this reason, he set up a tent at the door of Mr. Luo's house and lived there, observing him from morning to night.

I don't believe that you won't reveal your true colors. As long as you reveal your true colors, you have no choice but to admit it.

…

This observation lasted for several months, and they couldn't be driven away, scolded, or even the police could not be called to leave.

Of course, he did not borrow the land in front of Mr. Luo's house for nothing. He would buy some meat and wine from time to time and send them to Mr. Luo. He would also work in the fields with Mr. Luo. As a result, everyone in the village suspected that Xiao Chen was a relative of Mr. Luo.

But he never let on, so Xiao Chen suspected that he might have made a mistake, so he decided to go home.

But after he returned to Lingcheng, Ye Qinglan asked him to go back and continue watching.

It happened that when Xiao Chen returned for the second time, there was a thunderstorm and three children were lost in the village. The villagers couldn't find them anywhere, so they came to Mr. Luo for help.

Since they were kids from the same village, he had no choice but to help, so he pointed out a place to the other party.

The child was found, and Xiao Chen also saw his ability, so he invited him to Lingcheng.

Mr. Luo was unwilling, and instead said to Xiao Chen: "Let your female team leader come to see me."

This means admitting that you can predict the future.

After hearing this, Xiao Chen suddenly became angry: "Since you know everything, why can't you remind me of Lingcheng's situation?"

Mr. Luo was silent at that time.

At this moment, Ye Qinglan asked the question again: "You can remind your fellow villagers, which means that you can speak out what you foresee. So why, why don't you choose to remind us? You know that we are a reliable organization."

If they had been reminded, they could have reinforced the river bank in advance and avoided all casualties.

Mr. Luo held his stomach with one hand and leaned back in his chair in pain:

"I can see other people's futures, but I can't see my own future. I can only peek at the part about myself from other people's future pictures. The first time I met Xiao Chen, I saw your angry face in Xiao Chen's future and saw my own corpse.

I guess you came to me just to kill me. If you want to kill me, then I will naturally take revenge, and eternal silence is my best revenge.

But every day the radio broadcasts how many people died in Lingcheng, how many soldiers died in the disaster relief process, how much fertile land was flooded, and how much was lost. Every number impacts my heart.

Plus Xiao Chen came back for the second time, I thought, you really won't let me go. I decided, decided to end this absurd life. But just now, when you, you came in, I knew, I knew I was wrong——"

He spoke a lot in one breath and was a little out of breath.

After a pause, he continued:

"I didn't see you killing me in your future. I think it wasn't that you didn't want to let me go, it was that I couldn't let myself go. The corpse I saw was the one I poisoned myself.

I saw the ending first, but I couldn't overcome my suspicion and selfishness, and my selfishness couldn't overcome my remaining conscience. You see, this is a chain of events that are interconnected, and it is a hurdle for superpowers. If I can overcome one of the links, I won't die, and neither will the others."

After he finished speaking, his eyes were filled with smiles again, and he looked at Ye Qinglan with a meaningful smile: "You are also a superpower, and you have your own difficulties."

After listening to Mr. Luo's words, she suddenly felt that it might be better not to know some things.

So she didn't ask about her future.

Mr. Luo was a little annoyed: "Don't you want to ask?"

"I won't ask." Ye Qinglan thought about it and asked another question: "If you didn't see your body in Xiao Chen's future, would you choose to tell us, or would you choose to tell the local government?"

Mr. Luo was silent again.

Ye Qinglan understood that he wouldn't. Maybe he was worried about his own safety, maybe he was afraid that others wouldn't believe him, maybe...

In short, he chose not to say it, not entirely because of seeing Xiao Chen's future.

Now that things have come to this, there is no point in saying anything.

"What else do you have to say?"

"I am alone, without any ties or attachments. Even if I die, no one will come to pay tribute to me. You, you can take my body away and study it."

Ye Qinglan nodded upon hearing this: "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, just consider it as a compensation." Mr. Luo looked at her and suddenly smiled: "Are you really not going to ask?"

"No."

"That won't do! You have to ask. I, I have written it down. It's in the cupboard. Look, look at it—"

Before he could finish his words, he took his last breath and fell to the ground from the chair.

Ye Qinglan walked up to him and said, "I won't look at it! I'm so angry that you're going to steal my corpse!"

Then he found a small notebook from Mr. Luo's closet, checked it, and put it in his bag.

She didn't ask, but the glance when she confirmed it still made her see her future.