When he got home, Wade asked, "Is that Mr. Q really so powerful that you can't count?"

Susie said: "It can be counted by force, but Grandpa Turtle's shell will crack and I will be injured, so it doesn't count."

Wade couldn't figure out who that was.

Kellen has a different view.

"It's not that Mr. Q that kills Susie. This should be a checkpoint that Susie has to pass in her calamity. It's her future that kills her. What she can't count is her future."

Susie nodded again and again: "Dad is smart, applaud!"

Willow tilted his head and thought for a while, then said seriously: " Choose at will?"

Susie shook her head: " That 's not random, there are rules."

Suddenly, Susie had a bold idea.

She ran back to the room and took out the Judge Pen.

Susie wondered, if anyone could actually see her, would they know where Mr. Q was?

There is no need for divination or predicting the future, try other functions.

The idea of a child is fantastic.

Susie is familiar with the way, and this time she can find that world very quickly.

She heard the voices and chose those who heard them most clearly.

Susie wrote a 'message':

"...Who is Mr. Q?"

"Where does Mr. Q live?"

"Did you see that Mr. Q?"

Susie doodles with a Judge Pen, playing a new thing to leave a message to the void.

Judge Pen can put her thoughts into words.

Mitch just came in and saw her sitting cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by something like a galaxy.

Didn't you promise him not to scribble?

Susie just wrote "Looking forward to your...", when she heard the words, she immediately turned the Judge Pen and hid it behind her back, shaking her head like a rattle: "I didn't doodle, I didn't do anything!"

Mitch was speechless.

I believe you ghost!

**

LA.

Buried Mountain is located in the suburbs. There is a park on the eastern slope of the mountain. On weekends, people will come to drive and climb the mountain.

The ridge on the west side is relatively steep, mang-dense grass, broad meaning, the wild grass is dense here, fully half the height of a person, usually no one will come here.

There is a church on the ridge. A man in a blue coat opened the door, picked up a broom and swept the floor, looking very leisurely.

This person is Mr. Q.

Not many people know that there is a church here, but a few people do.

No, there is a couple who found here.

But people who know that there is a church here will not know that the pastor of the church is Mr. Q.

"You're back?" the girl in the couple said in surprise.

Mr. Q put down the broom and said, "We are destined to meet each other. Sit inside."

As the girl walked, she said happily: "We have been here three times and have not seen you. I heard from people on the road that they have not seen you for a month. We are so lucky!"

Mr. Q just smiled and didn't say anything.

The couple sat down in the living room with pious faces.

Mr. Q asked, "What do you want?"

Couples know the rules of this church, and it is difficult to meet people, but once they see each other, the priest will respond to every request.

"We want to ask each other... for a long and harmonious relationship." The boy finally said a word.

Mr. Q glanced at the two of them and said, "What about you?"

A trace of hesitation flashed in the girl's eyes, but she nodded and said, "Well, I hope we will be long... peaceful."

Mr. Q smiled slightly, looked at the boy, and beckoned the boy to make a wish.

The boy immediately stood up and walked out, leaving only the girl in the living room.

Mr. Q said lightly: "What do you want?"

When the girl saw that he really knew that she wanted something else, she immediately felt as if she had seen a savior.

"You save me..."