On December 14, 2017, at 6:33 a.m., there was still one day left before the exchange meeting began.

"Wang! Wang!"

Outside the gate of the North China City office, the vicious dog tore his throat and barked, and the boy was lying on the road in a raincoat, and his consciousness gradually returned.

Mu Zeming slowly opened his eyes, his ears were still the familiar barking of dogs, looking at the light rain in the sky, he often wondered, if he rushed into the gate now, what would happen if he killed that dog?

It's so noisy!

Mu Zeming turned over and sat up, he had already encountered the scene in front of him 49 times, and of course, he also left here without any scruples about any consequences when he was reborn for the 48th time.

He wanted to walk away and find a bar that was still open, although he never drank and would not drink, but Mu Zeming knew that maybe only alcohol could numb his nerves now and make him forget about this ridiculous game.

But the result is ...... Obviously, Mu Zeming died again, and even though he didn't go to the exchange meeting, he still lost his life at 7:30, the moment the riot broke out. As for how he died, just now, Mu Zeming had an answer in his heart.

Getting up from the cold concrete floor, looking at the "key point" in front of him, and patting the dirt on his raincoat with both hands, this was the first time in his 49th rebirth that he paid so much attention to his appearance.

"Hey, young man, this is an important place, you can't approach it casually, and there has been martial law on the street for the past two days...... What are you doing?" the doorman's voice sounded on time, as if fixed.

Mu Zeming smiled, "Okay uncle, I'll leave now." ”

"You ......" The doorman was a little strange, he always felt that there was a trace of sadness in the voice of the boy in front of him.

The boy waved his hand, crumpled the white paper in his hand, and threw it out, and at that moment, as if he had finally made up his mind to abandon something, the paper ball fell to the ground, and the boy turned away.

The doorman looked at the sound and shadow that disappeared into the street, shook his head, and thought to himself that he probably had a quarrel with his girlfriend, so sad...... Thinking so, the doorman stepped forward, picked up the paper ball discarded on the ground, and scolded in his mouth: "Alas, the young people nowadays really have no quality......

"Huh, this is, Long Yan's ......."

The doorman was surprised, and subconsciously ran in the direction the boy left, but he didn't run two steps, but found that the road was already empty.

December 14, 2017, 7 a.m. sharp.

It was still the same bar, and the dilapidated billboard flashed with the word "night" in big words, but Mu Zeming didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door and walked in.

The last time he was reborn, Mu Zeming came on the 15th, that is, tomorrow, and on the night in between, he found a random place where no one was around, and dealt with the homeless people in this area for one night.

In the midst of grief and the sour smell of corrosion, Mu Zeming tossed and turned, unable to sleep, but that's it, he also stayed there all night, and the next day he couldn't stand it anymore, and found this bar called "Night".

He was wearing a black raincoat, and the moment he walked into the bar, the sound of the rain outside also subsided at any time, as if the wooden door behind him could block everything from the outside world.

"Boss, I know you're ......"

Before Mu Zeming could finish speaking, rhythmic footsteps sounded in the darkness, and a moment later, a handsome man in a black and white dress stood in front of him.

"Who the hell are you? yesterday...... No, last time...... No, why are you saying those things to me anyway?" Mu Zeming asked in a low voice with his fists clenched.

The man was smiling, his face was a little pale in the white light outside the window, and the man's demeanor was elegant, just like Mu Zeming remembered.

"You're finally here. ”

Mu Zeming was puzzled, "What do you mean, are you waiting for me?"

"Hehe, remember what I said? I've been waiting for an old friend. ”

Mu Zeming's face was cold, he didn't show any surprise, he just asked in a cold voice, "Do you have that memory?"

The man shook his head, "No, I'm not qualified to have this ability, but I still remember those repetitive memories." I have 48 identical memories, only the last time, which is different, and that is the time I asked you for a drink. ”

Mu Zeming waved his hand, not asking, walked straight to the bar, found the bottle of brandy on the wine cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip directly to his mouth.

"What don't you want to ask?" the man asked.

"Heh, if I ask, will you say?"

The man smiled and said nothing, standing behind Mu Zeming, quietly watching him drink, and when he took the third sip, he said, "It seems that you have thought something clearly, otherwise you would not have come to me." ”

"Goo-goo-goo...... Whew!" Mu Zeming took a sip of the wine in the bottle, then breathed a long sigh of relief, and said: "Yes, just half an hour ago, I was reborn on that road, I finally figured it out, all this is like fate, I can't run away if I want to." ”

Mu Zeming knew that the last death was because of that kind of disease, and the reason why the pain before death was so familiar was because Jiang Ze in his body had experienced it, and he heard Xiao Dong'er mention that the reason why Jiang Ze desperately protected Su Mo was that only Su Mo could cure his illness, in other words, Mu Zeming would die if he went to the venue, and if he didn't go to the venue, Su Mo was killed, and he would still die, so as he said, everything was fate, and he couldn't run if he wanted to.

"Since it's all meant to be, I don't want to know who you are or what the hell is going on...... I just want to end this as soon as possible now! Yes! You were right yesterday! No one is willing to be ordinary, and so am I, Mu Zeming! Fuck the broken noodle restaurant! Fuck Jiang Ze, isn't it just a game, anyway, Lao Tzu can be reborn, if it doesn't work 50 times, it will be 100 times, and if it doesn't work 100 times, it will be 1000 times, and I still don't believe that I can't pass this game!"

The man nodded slightly, listening to Mu Zeming's impassioned speech, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and at the same time, he stood sideways, like a male guest in front of the hotel, and suddenly made a gesture to welcome the guest, and said loudly: "Everything you want is ready for you, just in the room." ”

Mu Zeming was stunned, panting slightly, what he said just now made him a little hypoxic, he shook his head, his steps pretended to be light, and at the moment he passed by the man, he heard the other party whisper a word of good luck.

Mu Zeming just frowned, didn't say anything and walked in, the room was very large, there was a long corridor, there was no lighting in the corridor, there was no way, Mu Zeming hesitated for a while, and finally walked in.

After walking for a full two minutes, he saw the light at the end, it was a small window, next to the window was a dilapidated wooden door, Mu Zeming pushed the door in, but stood at the door and did not enter.

To be honest, the things in the house were exactly what Mu Zeming needed now, but these things had exceeded his expectations.

Guns, a room full of guns, it's a small arsenal here!

Mu Zeming doesn't know how to use guns, but after these days of training in the equipment department, he can still recognize some firearms, such as the one-handed version of the Sand Eagle, the M600 American-made shotgun, and the 92F revolver...... At the beginning of the construction of these gun types, it was for the convenience of people to carry, although the gun type is small, but the power is specially modified.

He took off the damp raincoat on his body, stroked the cold metal in front of him, and said with a self-deprecating wry smile: "Hehe, Mu Zeming, I didn't expect it, you will have such a day......"

Mu Zeming's life is uneventful, firewood, rice, oil and salt mean that he will never touch these things in front of him, in his impression, even now, he has always thought that these are the work of another guy in his body, he just needs to stand in front of the kitchen stove and make a spatula.

But now it was different, he grabbed a submachine gun, and found an adult-height mirror in the corner of the room, in which the boy had a smile on his face, and he held the gun in one hand and pressed the other hand on his chest.

"Let's get started......"

December 14, 2017, 7:47 a.m., Stars Hotel underground parking lot.

Mu Zeming stood in front of the wooden door of the elevator shaft, raised his leg and kicked it, the wooden door was broken, and the fishy smell suddenly gushed out, and the blood and viscous marks on the wall on the side slowly flowed downward, as if he had splashed red paint.

Everything was the same as in his memory, he stepped on the blood, step by step, the wind blew the raincoat, the emergency light on his head kept flashing, and the boy's face was a little pale when the light was on.

The next moment, Mu Zeming moved without warning, the windbreaker flicked, the submachine gun hidden under the clothes fired wildly, the fire exploded in the darkness like firecrackers, and the monsters hiding in the darkness let out a baby-like scream, and at the last moment the bullet was fired, and Mu Zeming threw the gun out.

The monsters instinctively dispersed around, trying to dodge the flying shotgun, which was discovered by Muzemin in the 18th respawn, and Deadpool seemed to be very afraid of guns.

Mu Zeming didn't listen, and another shotgun fired, and the barrage dispersed like rain, countless claw shadows waving, and the bullet casings under his feet made a crackling sound.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

Mu Zeming's expression was a little crazy, he smashed the shotgun at the Deadpool who was attacking from behind, opened the back of his trench coat, pulled out a small submachine gun, and poured it into the mouth of the monster in front of him.

It's so cool, it turns out that I can use more than just a spatula! Haha, but no one sees it, I really hope that guy Jiang Ze can see it.

More black shadows rushed up, Mu Zeming kept strafing, changing guns when he was empty, and changing magazines when he ran out of guns, his steps were vigorous, and he seemed to know where those monsters would come out with his eyes closed.

The bullet casings in the gun ejected wildly, and at the same time, Mu Zeming was getting closer and closer to the firewall, and with the high-speed consumption of bullets, Mu Zeming finally arrived at the firewall.

The metal shutter door is very hard, and the purpose of its construction is to isolate the fire source, so the material is special metal, Mu Zeming leaned his back against the roller shutter door, and after repelling the nearest Deadpool, he threw off his trench coat and pulled out the ...... from behind Hand grenade!

Without hesitation, the sound of steel balls popped out, and Mu Zeming pounced forward.

The next moment, a flash of fire appeared, and the flames that burst out instantly swept through the entire parking lot.

[Information that can be disclosed now]

Su Mo learned that there are two "seeds" that inspire Deadpool, destroy one of them, and the other will explode.

And Xiao Dong'er suspected that the second seed was in the underground parking lot of the Star Hotel.

The underground parking lot is very large, and there is a temperature-proof wall inside, and the password of the electronic lock is required to open the temperature-proof wall, and it takes a lot of time to crack the electronic lock, so if you want to open the temperature-proof wall, you must clean up all the Deadpools.