My name is Zhang Heng.

I will be dead when you read this.

Because of some special events in the 1970s, there has always been a gap between me and the headquarters.

The headquarters has been on guard against me, using me as an imaginary enemy.

They succeeded.

They have a man with special laws.

Her name is Mirror, and her ability is mirror copy.

Because I refused to accept the imprint of ideological stamp, I completely broke with the headquarters.

The headquarters coveted my power of time and space and used this as an excuse to attack me.

I failed.

Died at the hands of the mirror.

This is not my fault, because the mirror has the same power as me, and my laws of time and space were perfectly copied by her.

In addition, the mirror is supported by the headquarters, and there are too many law items that I have never seen before, so my failure is natural.

But I'm still not reconciled.

If I had followed the diary's instructions, maybe I wouldn't have died.

Pity.

what a pity.

"Well..."

In the study room.

Zhang Heng looked at the open Law Diary and said, "This is impossible. There are many factions in the headquarters, and many things need to be discussed."

"No matter what, I am one of the original founders. It is more difficult to attack me than to destroy Weird Radio. Without enough benefits and threats, the headquarters cannot attack me, because if it fails, it will collapse.

start."

"In addition, there is no perfect copy in this world. If there was, it would be enough to copy Red Moon. Why bother?"

"On the other hand, does copying only copy strength, or does it also copy combat experience?"

"With only strength and no relevant experience, how much can she use in the way of time and space?"

"And mine may not be suitable for her. Copying my ability to beat me is different from beating Zhang Sanfeng after learning Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi."

"Taking the gourd and painting the scoop is like imitating someone else's, and you will die miserably."

"Furthermore, the reason why strong people are strong is because they have their own ideas and endless spirit."

"I am getting stronger all the time. Does the ability to copy come from the past or the future?"

"If it were the me before, I'm sorry, but I would never be able to beat the me now."

"On the other hand, if what is copied is the future, then the question arises, how does she know what I will be like in the future? Maybe I will die tomorrow. Can she borrow the power of a dead person?"

The diary fell into silence.

Questions like this will make it look silly.

After a while.

Perhaps because I felt that my compilation was a bit unreliable, the contents of the diary were changed.

Zhang Heng looked up.

I found that the beginning is still the same, but the rest is different.

My name is Zhang Heng.

I made the mistake that every strong person makes, which is pride.

I have always regarded myself as the strongest person in the world.

Little do they know that humility is the friend of progress and pride is the enemy of victory.

So I died.

Died in the land of law.

The land of laws is not my back garden. There are many unimaginable dangers there.

I was ambushed.

They were a group of masters who took part in the darkness of the Republic of China, and each of them was very powerful.

I was locked in the toughest battle I've ever fought, each one of them was worse than me, and together they were too much for me to deal with.

I regret it very much.

I should follow the diary's instructions and strive to become stronger instead of ignoring it.

But I have no chance. The strange power is eroding my thoughts. I will stay in the land of law forever and turn into a strange spirit of law.

Pity.

what a pity.

"Um..."

Zhang Heng thought for a while, but still didn't agree: "I'm wrong again. I'm not actually a proud person. At most, I am confident. Confidence and pride are two different things."

"Besides, you don't know me well enough. I'm not the kind of person who is filled with resentment and humiliation when someone kills me."

"If I was killed, I would only blame myself for not being as good as others. There is nothing to complain about, and I wouldn't make excuses, just say how things were in the past. That's not my style."

"You have another mistake. A strong person must have his own way. Just listening to others won't work. You must have your own ideas."

"You said I should listen to you and do whatever you want. How does this show my ability?"

"Also, you are really that powerful and have conquered eternity long ago. But the reality is that you can only lie on the table and cannot even control your own destiny. How can you make me believe that you can control your own destiny?"

You are left to control your destiny, and you look like a loser..."

Look at the diary on the table.

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly: "This is unreasonable. You are just a waste. Only people who are more useless need you, and I am the one who holds the hammer of destiny."

Maybe that's being harsh.

Perhaps he realized that Zhang Heng was not easy to deceive.

The diary's confidence was thwarted and there was no response anymore.

It was like this for several days.

Zhang Heng expressed deep regret.

When the water is clear, there are no fish; when people observe it, there are no disciples.

The rule diary is really fun, and it is also good to use to relieve boredom on weekdays.

"are you OK?"

"What I said that day was a bit serious. Don't take it to heart. After all, I am doing it for your own good."

"By the way, you should have your own thoughts, right?"

"What do you think about every day? Do you have other concepts, such as making friends?"

this day.

Zhang Heng took out the diary again: "Have you ever had any friends?"

Minutes and seconds passed.

Just when Zhang Heng thought that the diary was disheartened and would ignore him, blood began to seep out of it.

have!!

This is a big word.

Zhang Heng was a little surprised and chatted with the diary: "Who is your friend? A person, an intelligent law object, an animal, or something else to express your thoughts."

people...

The diary gave the answer again.

Zhang Heng nodded lightly: "Then you must have tricked him badly, right?"

As he spoke, Zhang Heng took out a pen and wrote on it: "He or she?"

The diary gave no answer.

Instead, four words are displayed: Just the opposite.

"On the contrary?"

Zhang Heng was a little speechless.
To be continued...