But at this moment, the blood knight was still saying: "Young man, you actually yin me, I am careless, don't call the police, what do you want to learn, I have been studying how to tie up prisoners with tortoiseshell bindings recently..."

"I shared the story I just made, do you really believe it?"

Fu Qingjun typed out a row of words, and then directly blocked the three masters who had taught him for seventeen years.

？？？

The three of them were directly stunned, and they were shocked to find that they had been blocked directly.

Fu Qingjun just had one thought lingering in his mind:

They can't find out about it.

If you're still reading files every day in reincarnation, and you don't know yourself tomorrow, then talk to yourself as much as you want, but now it's different...

"Now that I can get out alive, if I am found, I will definitely be arrested and dissected. ”

Fu Qingjun directly shut down the network.

"Just to be on the safe side, don't go out today, wait for tomorrow to reset, they don't remember my day, and then go out. ”

I don't know if it works, but it still has to be.

As for kindness...

When the three of them don't know themselves, they will go out and find a way to compensate them.

Fu Qingjun believes in his efforts.

After studying as a programmer for 17 years, I have specialized in one subject to reach the peak, and once I go out, it is a very high starting point!

But whether you can fight hard or not is another matter for the rich second generation...

This is a very real problem, and even if you give a person an extra seventeen years, it will be difficult to overcome something.

Some people are born to stand at the end of your life beyond your reach.

Speaking of which, although his parents named themselves Fu Qingjun, he knew very well that he was not a martial arts master.

Parents are the generation that reads Gu Long Jin Yong's novels, and they are addicted to martial arts, so they give themselves a chivalrous and poetic name, hoping to go to the rivers and lakes with a sword.

Simple names such as Zhang Qiang and Zhang Qian were taken by the previous batch of grandparents, while the new generation of parents are generally more educated, full of poetry and books, and are also influenced by the Internet.

Among the classmates, there are many poetic names, X Zihan, X Haoxuan, X Wenbo.... There is even a person named Ye Tiandi in the next class, the name of this immortal cultivator is very terrifying, it is simply a dimensionality reduction blow in a group of classmates!

"And where will it appear after you go out from the ancient ship?"

"Is it tomorrow in the true sense of the word, August 26th, and its function is just to make people 'time loop'?"

"Or is this ship really passing through a wormhole, a mythical time machine, to the past, or to the future?"

"Or don't travel through time, go to the new world?"

But no matter what, it's the last day of reincarnation.

Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, stretched his waist, and couldn't help laughing.

It's better to be unknown and mysterious than to be dead.

It's been seventeen years.

Who knows how they got through it?

Being trapped in the same day is unimaginably boring, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the greatest torture.

But his expression became complicated, "Even after I go out, with my current weird body, can I still live?"

In the seventeen years of continuous reincarnation on the same day, it is not eternal and unchanging, and things are gradually happening to Fu Qingjun that make him feel more and more twisted and terrifying...

Yes, he lost his hair.

Although he is bald, he is not bald.

After all, I have learned so many things theoretically, and the mental pressure is so great, and the learning intensity of a young and immature senior year of high school has been a full seventeen years..... Self-study university, learn programming, and even start studying medicine, the results speak for themselves.

Only by sacrificing a hairline can it be strengthened.

This is the creed of his second master, the "Mediterranean Barber", on his own poisonous chicken soup, if he doesn't have the courage to make a desperate bet, how can he gain something?

Fu Qingjun also felt that it made sense.

In fact, his psychological age is relatively mature, and he naturally knows that instead of letting the society beat him up and becoming a worker, it is better to beat himself bald first.

You can't be really bald here anyway, right?

Because every day is reset.

He went from the panic of being in a desperate situation at the beginning, to the boredom of lying in bed and rolling around every day, and then to the fact that he began to study frantically and hard at the same time as he was bored, and worked hard to lay the foundation for his future.

But the reality was a severe beating.

I still lose my hair in reincarnation.

His hairline actually followed his soul to the day before.

Is this reasonable?

It doesn't make sense.

This hair can also travel through time??

Can you believe it?

I'm only in my third year of high school!

I'm bald like this in my third year of high school!!

Every morning of every reincarnation, his vigorous and dense hair can't stop falling down like crazy, and he wants to write his feelings in a lyrical composition that exercises his Chinese college entrance examination skills: Is this the hairline of human beings?

He is not like jewelry and money, different wrinkles on his face, not like the love of a young man, he will change with time, even if it is countless times through time and space, he will follow you, his emotions are delicate, and he will never give up.

is man's best friend.

Bang la la blah.

The rain was getting heavier and quieter.

The rain crashed against the window outside, making a thunderclapping sound.

"Seventeen years of rainy days was irritating, but it was the last day. ”

Fu Qingjun thought a lot directly, but still took out a notebook from the drawer, held a black oil-based pen and sorted out his thoughts on the desk,

"However, in the seventeen years of reincarnation, I have vaguely found the cause of headaches and hair loss. ”

"Repeating it here, I'm most likely not stacking the memories, but... Souls are stacking!"

After each day on the 25th of August, my soul flies back to the day before. In the past seventeen years, more than six thousand of themselves have been superimposed, and the souls after the fusion have become stronger and stronger.

The soul is strong, causing a splitting headache and bursting himself.

Headaches and hair loss are all side effects of this.

But if it's true, more than 6,000 of your own souls are superimposed.... What's that?

From the perspective of traditional mythological stories: the self in the countless timelines, the self in the multiverse, together are saints?

But is this really possible?

He just felt that he didn't die, it was a real fluke!

He survived many bottlenecks, felt like his brain was going to explode and thought he was going to die, but he still survived.

But if you reincarnate like this again, you may be completely squeezed and exploded by a huge soul in a few years, because you are almost at the limit.

"Fortunately, being able to go out now has directly saved my life!"

He took a deep breath and sat quietly at the window, looking out the window for the last day.

The sky was very gloomy, blurring the shadows of the tall buildings in the distance, as if there was some unspeakable evil distortion, and the gloomy clouds were like bags of flesh and blood, floating in the sky, as if a creepy distorted shadow black curtain was sprinkled with rain.

Fu Qingjun sat here quietly, waiting for the last day to pass.

Rumble!!!

There was a thunderous sound, and the lights in the house suddenly dimmed, as if it had fallen into darkness.

"On August 25, at 3:17:21 p.m., there was another power outage. Fu Qingjun raised his head, not panicked because of the power outage, and looked at the sky outside the window with a calm expression.

Normally, after 3 o'clock every day, I could no longer contact the masters, so I could only start self-study classes.

Fu Qingjun continued to wait, and the time came to night.

Bang!

There was another thunderclap outside.

The rain outside the night suddenly stopped, as if something was wriggling in the darkness, but nothing could be seen clearly outside the window, and a pair of huge red pupils like bright red lanterns moved faintly in the sky.

Woo!

Sitting in front of the window, Fu Qingjun felt a strong fear transmitted from the ancient ship, and there was something terrible in the darkness and blur outside the window, which made it can't help but want to escape.

At first, Fu Qingjun was also panicked, but the whole person gradually became accustomed to it.

At this time of the day, the dark shadow outside the window is shrouded, and the emotion of "escape" comes from the ancient ship, so can you escape after seventeen years?

Crash!

In the distance, in the sky of Tanabata, a huge golden mushroom-shaped firework bloomed, and only a corner could be seen because the window was blocked by the wall of the next building.

This is the nuclear level of the world.

Fu Qingjun didn't understand it at first, but as his mind gradually matured, he began to find out that something terrifying and terrifying might have happened that day.

For most of the day after the power outage, it seemed that something very urgent had happened.

After the instantaneous power outage, the dark visceral clouds, the incredible giant shadows, and the huge black rain, were expanding at an incredible speed, causing the human race to have to use the strongest weapon that night?

The ship also fled in fright.

The end of the world is coming.

That's why it started, and it happened to bring yourself?

He chatted with the teachers every day and joked with the people of the day, but did not tell them that the end of the world was only a few hours away, and the tragedy happened.

But who will believe it?

"Perhaps, this is just my guess, maybe it's my own passion. ”

Fu Qingjun shook his head, if it was just from the narrow sky that was blocked by most of the window, the special shadow outside the window might just be some kind of rare celestial phenomenon, if he saw a golden mushroom fireworks outside the window, he thought it was world peace, did he think too much?

This does not conform to materialist dialectics.

"Maybe it's really fireworks. ”

But apparently, the arrival of fireworks also means the end of the day.

Reincarnation begins anew.

Click.

The world was spinning, and the room was twisting.

Fu Qingjun came back to his senses again and knew that time had restarted.

Rumble!!!!

Back on August 25th.

It was early in the morning, and the rain outside the window was gradually intensifying, and the sky was faintly dark.

Exactly the same scene.

Exactly the same start on the same day.

"Finally, you can leave..."Fu Qingjun sat in front of the computer very skillfully, and after thinking about it, he still typed a title on a certain forum.

A very different title from the previous seventeen years:

"This afternoon, at 3:17:21, there will be a power outage. ”

"Then the world will begin to come to an end. ”

"But I don't know exactly how it came, it looked like a monster attacking. ”

"Human society will collapse in half a day in an instant, please be ready, after resisting for half a day, around the early hours of the evening, the nuclear level will start a strike, you must find bunkers in advance, and even prepare food to prepare for the end of the world. ”

The message was sent out, and there was a quick response.

Although August 25th of this year is Qixi Festival, there are really a lot of single dogs on the Internet who have nothing to do.

"Doomsday, what doomsday?"

"Three o'clock, isn't there still a few hours left?"

"Ahhh

"Hahaha! Fish-lipped humans, burn you heterosexuals! I, as a thirty-year-old magician, let the world... Let's feel the nuclear level!"

Many people commented that there was no nutrition, and at the same time, they felt extremely ridiculous about Fu Qingjun's words, this fish was too rough.

Soon, some well-known respondents also left comments.

She and the sword are in the past: "Thank you, please don't doubt it, because I also have internal information about this aspect!"

"But why is the end of the world coming? I won't go into details about what happened! There are too many interests involved, everyone who understands understands it, and the interests are related..."

...

"Farewell, seventeen-year-old masters, Xiao Yu'er is about to come out of the Valley of the Wicked. ”

Fu Qingjun's expression was complicated, looking at the still naughty master, and finally put down the keyboard in his hand and strode away from the room.

...

As soon as he walked out of the room, he felt like he was in a blur, as if he had fallen into some more real world, the smell, the light, the temperature, all very real.

Stomp.

He came to a single room, very in the style of the thirties and forties of the last century.

The tables and chairs are very old-fashioned, densely packed with various small objects piled on the shelves, which has the messy feeling of renting out a house, and the most striking thing is an old-fashioned record player in the corner, which is obviously not the style of the modern society.

He looked up in shock.

The wall calendar in the corner shows August 25, 2020.

It is also Tanabata, the same day of the same year.