Chapitre 2: 2
In the corner exposed from the inside, you can see that it is made up of countless small and densely packed gears, and there are countless special symbols engraved on it.
"Tick!"
When Fang Xiu looked at it, the second hand of the clock finally started to turn, and the stationary gears followed like a chain reaction.
"Tick! Tick! Tick!" The hollow-printed second hand turned faster and faster, approaching the afterimage, driving the minute hand to rotate violently.
"Ding Dong!" In the
end, it sounded like an alarm bell, indicating that the time had come.
At this moment, Fang Xiu opened his eyes, and he woke up again.
Fang Xiu looked at himself in the mirror, holding a wash cup in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, and he shook suddenly. The toothbrush and the cup in his hand fell to the ground at the same time.
"What the hell?"
Fang Xiu raised his head dullly and looked at the perpetual calendar. The time on it was-8:11.
Although he didn't understand the situation, Fang Xiu's intuition and everything he had seen before told him that he should have returned to ten minutes ago, and at this moment, outside the apartment building, there is a guy who is staring at him and preparing to kill himself.
The pain of the axe breaking his head and the despair of facing death were still deeply imprinted in Fang Xiu's mind. Fang Xiu didn't know why the other party wanted to kill himself, but Fang Xiu knew that he would never be that way. Forget it, let the other party also taste his feelings.
"That guy should have jumped out of the window on the corner of the stairs on the second floor, and he must still be squatting there now!"
"This is a premeditated and planned murder!"
Fang Xiu rushed into the kitchen furiously and picked it up. With a fruit knife, he decided to go upstairs to kill the bastard. He had just attacked himself, this time it was time to change himself up to give him warmth and surprise.
Fang Xiu was extremely angry, but he wasn't a fool, but he didn't believe it. He knew the opponent's location and behavior, so would a sneak attack fail him? This is simply an insult to his strength, he has never been subdued in a fight since he was young.
He cautiously pushed the door open, tiptoed up the stairs, walked up slowly against the handrail of the stairs, and then raised his head to observe in secret where the opponent is and where he is moving.
However, when Fang Xiu saw the other party, the murderer had already discovered Fang Xiu's trace, and he had already sat down and prepared.
He finally saw what the murderer was like. This was a man with a black hat on his head and a red takeaway suit. When Fang Xiu saw him, the other party had already rushed down.
The speed is incredible, and his steps are flying. He didn't rush down from the stairs, but stepped on the wall sideways. His steps seemed to be stuck to the wall, ignoring the gravity of the earth.
Speed, afterimage, as fast as lightning!
Get up, twist around, swing an axe, and synthesize in one go!
The sharp axe gleamed with cold light. Before Fang Xiu could react, the opponent's axe blade had already crossed Fang Xiu's neck. With incredible power, he directly cut the flesh and cut off the cervical vertebrae.
Fang Xiu's entire head was chopped off, his head flipped a few times in the sky, and it hit the ground like a rotten leather ball. The blood spattered from his neck dyed the entire stairway red.
The all-round crushing of speed, strength, skill, and consciousness, and the mysterious and coquettish position, let Fang Xiu know that his failure and death were not just because of the sneak attack, this time they just passed him face to face.
People killed him by their ability, and they can't say that he gave them away.
"Tick!" The
exact same scene reappeared, consciousness and soul exited, the world froze, and entered a completely white world, with the huge silver clock hanging down.
However, this time I don't know why, the bottom of the all white world is infested with a layer of black, and even the silver clock has become a bit deeper in color. As the bell rings, it is over.
It's still in front of the mirror!
Still holding the water cup and toothbrush!
Fang Xiu calmly threw the water cup and toothbrush on the ground, returned to the living room sofa, sadly lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and vomited it out.
The clouds were lingering, and there was a ray of sorrow that could not be erased in his eyes, and the sense of decadence was comparable to that of sharp brother.
then! He picked up the phone!
"Hello! Police?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone