its 002: transport

Gong Ping was not killed by lightning, and even his skin and coat did not burn. He just fell heavily and broke a few ribs.

"Gong Ping, I've never seen anyone as lucky as you!" When the colleagues in the department came to visit him, they patted him on the head with emotion and said that he just smiled kindly and felt sorry for his beloved bicycle in his heart.

"You didn't die when you were struck by lightning. You haven't been hurt yet. You're really lucky!" Another colleague said.

"To be honest, have you done something unprevious and unprecedented? Otherwise, how could it be struck by lightning?" Another colleague said.

"Don't say such outrageous words!" Wang Xiaomei angrily stopped the other people who still wanted to ask questions. "They are seriously injured and lying sick**. Don't you feel blush when you comfort them, but say such words?"

Several colleagues smiled and coaxed for a while, throwing down some fruits and cans, and such as "You don't live much more in us." No one has done the report." That's what I said and left. Only Wang Xiaomei stayed, helped him pack up these gifts, and fed him a can of can before leaving.

Gong Ping was moved in a mess, and his heart was warm. He thought to himself, "God, is it possible that my spring has come after this thunder?"

However, good luck ended here. In the following days, he did not see any colleagues, and naturally he did not see Wang Xiaomei again. In disappointment, as the days passed, his injury gradually improved.

That night, he got up in a daze, groped to open the door of the ward, and walked into the bathroom along the familiar corridor. After untied his hand, he habitually went to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash his hands carefully. Just then, he suddenly felt something shaking in the mirror in front of him.

"Hasn't the dream woken up yet?" He raised his head in a daze.

In the mirror in front of him, there is a thin figure of a 26-year-old man. This young man with half-length hair and patient clothes is naturally Gong Ping.

And behind Gong Ping, against the dark corners of the mirror, there is clearly a faint, smoke-like, seemingly white figure. Who is that figure?

It's definitely not human.

Gong Ping woke up in fear. He screamed and suddenly turned his head, just opposite the white figure. The translucent figure stared at Gong Ping with a pair of pupilless eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Help!" Gong Ping shouted in a daze and crawled out of the bathroom. His shout immediately shocked the nurse and doctor on duty. They rushed out of the duty room and asked, "What's wrong?" While running towards Gongping.

Looking up, Gong Ping saw not only a doctor and three nurses, but also four vague white shadows. These white shadows are like smoke, as if they are nothing, gathering and not scattered. They are connected to the doctors and nurses respectively. Gong Ping looked at them in a staring way and only felt black in front of him.

When he woke up again, he was already sick again**. Doctors and nurses surrounded him with nervous expressions. The four white shadows connected to them are still there, with blurred faces and no words. Although it still looks a little scary, now Gong Ping has more or less accepted this strange scene and has not shouted crazily.

"How do you feel? What happened just now?" The doctor asked anxiously. Gong Ping shook his head and pointed to the shadow behind him. The doctor looked back and then turned his head back with an inexplicative face.

"Can't you see these white shadows?" Gong Ping asked in surprise and began to wonder if there was something wrong with his brain. Several people were stunned by his question: "White shadow? What white shadow?"

"Not everyone can see their own 'luck'." A calm voice sounded, and Gong Ping turned his head in surprise and soon found the original white shadow on his body.

"Hello, Gong Ping, I'm your 'luck'." The white shadow floated on his pillow with a calm expression.

Gong Ping fainted again.

After a careful examination of Gong Ping, the doctor finally confirmed that he had no problem with him. He told the nurse to come regularly for the examination and leave the ward. Before leaving, he muttered, "Is there any mental problem?" White shadow, is it an illusion?"

At this time, Gong Ping had woken up. Hearing the doctor's guess, he couldn't help but be shocked. He lay motionless and prayed to God in his heart: "God bless, when I open my eyes, don't see anything that shouldn't be." While talking, he opened his eyes.

Looking around, he was still the only one in the orthopedic ward with four beds. The light in the corridor illuminated the ward through the doors and windows. It looked dark and quiet, and there was no terrible atmosphere. He slowly turned his head and looked at both sides of his bed, but found nothing.

"Are you looking for me?" Suddenly, the white shadow came out from under the bed and floated face to face in front of the plane of the palace, which scared Gong Ping into a cold sweat.

"You...what the hell are you?" Gong Ping, who had been hit hard, finally did not scream again, but summoned up all his courage to talk to the white shadow.

"I said, I'm your 'luck'." Bai Ying replied, "A person's life is composed of two parts. The basic and material is 'life', and the additional and spiritual is 'luck'. I am your luck, you are my life, and we are an interdependent whole.

"I'm dreaming." Gong Ping lowered his head and rubbed his temples on both sides.

"This is not a dream." Bai Ying, who calls himself "luck", continued, " Everyone has their own luck, just like what you just saw, but no one can see their own luck, let alone communicate with their own luck."

"What about me?" Gong Ping opened his eyes and looked at his luck. Why am I so special?"

"Maybe it's because of the lightning strike." Gong Ping's luck said calmly, "The huge energy circulated your body in an instant and was transferred to another place before destroying it. Fortunately, you were blown out by a huge force at this time, so you were not damaged by the energy explosion. Instead, you formed a special physique and activated your luck, that is, me.

"Is this a fantasy or a mental disorder?" Gong Ping sighed.

"It's up to you." Yun looked indifferent, "In a word, this is a lucky thing, both for you and for me. For you, you can see your own luck and communicate with it, and you may benefit from it; for me, I have transitioned from unconscious to conscious and become a new soul of freedom.

"Benefits?" Gong Ping's eyes lit up, "What's the benefit?"

"For example..." Yun looked around for a while, as if he was looking for something, and then sighed, "Now I can't let you understand, because your little bad luck has been wiped out by the huge energy of thunder and lightning in that moment."

"Doom?" Gong Ping was shocked again.

"That's right." Yun nodded, "Doom is not luck, but a kind of negative energy imposed on you by others. In other words, hatred, jealousy and other emotions turn into hatred. There are also some people who want you to die early and have the murderous intention. Although being involved in murder is not a big deal, it will more or less affect your health, especially when you are injured and sick. In short, when your body is extremely weak, bad luck can make you hurt. Suffering. And if you can communicate with your own luck, you can know whether you have attracted someone's hatred at the first time, so that you can solve the crisis as quickly as possible.

"I now believe that this is not a dream." Gong Ping sighed, "I don't have such a rich imagination at all. Even if I dream, I can't think of these things."

"Of course it's not a dream." Yun floated to one side and waved to Gong Ping: "Follow me." Gong Ping hesitated for a moment, but still went down the ground and walked along the corridor to the ward of the internal medicine intensive care area.

Yun stopped in front of the special care ward in the innermost part of the intensive care area and pointed to it. Gong Ping came forward curiously and looked in through the glass on the door. In the ward, a white-haired old man was lying sick**, with a tube inserted in his nose and a needle on his arm. Next to him was a lot of monitoring instruments. One accompanying family member fell asleep next to him, and the other was reading a book.

"Look carefully at the old man." Remind in your ear. Gong Ping looked over and looked at it intensively for a while. Suddenly, he was so scared that he sat on the ground.

Because just now, under his gaze, a black shadow gradually appeared above the old man's head, slowly turning into a ferocious dark monster, opening its big black mouth and biting a white shadow with its sharp teeth. The white shadow symbolically resisted, but obviously It won't last long.

"That's his bad luck, which comes from someone's extremely strong murderous intent towards him." Yun explained on the side, which made Gong Ping feel uneasy for a while. He couldn't help shaking when he thought of the picture just now, but he didn't know why he wanted to take another look. He got up trembling and put his head close to the glass and looked in again.

The black monster seems to be a little bigger than just now, and the white shadow bitten by it seems to be a little smaller. Yun explained without any emotion next to Gong Ping: "See? That's his luck. Now he is about to be swallowed up by murder.

"Who is it that has such a strong murderous intention to a dying old man?" Gong Ping felt a little horrible.

"His relatives." Yun's answer made Gong Ping feel even more horrible.

"A relative?" Gong Ping was stunned.

"Maybe as long as he dies, a large amount of inheritance will fall on someone's head, but he will not die like this; maybe everything has nothing to do with money, but he has been sick for too long and dragged down his relatives, so the relatives who took care of him the hardest began to feel impatient, and then gave birth to the idea of 'He still died early'. Head. After thinking about it for a long time, the idea became stronger and stronger, and it became a murderous intention. Killing intention is the bad luck that others put on you, and bad luck is the killing intention of others to kill you, do you understand? Yun said, "So now you know how lucky it is if a person can communicate with his own luck."

"Wait a minute." Gong Ping stretched out his hand and said, "I remember you said that bad luck can't kill people."

"That's right, but it depends on the situation." Yun looked inside the glass window, "For example, here..."