Thump!

A figure smashed on the potholed ground, splashing a lot of mud spots.

"Damn, this treatment, the difference is too big", the soul that suddenly woke up, found that he actually appeared in such a dark and watery place, and the fall was quite painful, and his nose was crooked in anger.

I got up in pain and looked at it again, okay, I didn't even give clothes, not a single one!

"Now start the clock!"

A very discordant voice rang in my ears, and at the same time, a faint yellow light flickered gently on my right wrist.

Only then did he notice that on his right wrist, something like a display screen appeared. On the boxy black background, two beige Arabic numerals are flashing.

Thirteen, twelve, eleven......

A number the size of a peanut, and every time it beats, his heart twitches hard.

Can you give me a hint?!

No one took a stubble, and all around, there was a deathly silence.

All he could hear was his own breathing, rapid breathing.

The countdown went into single digits, and the soul didn't dare to wait for the prompt any longer. His current body is not a three-year-old child, walking on the street without wearing anything, and he is going to cause trouble.

Glancing at the dazzling sign, the spirit didn't hesitate to push open the door closest to him.

This is the back door of the "Acacia Bar", which is mostly convenient for old customers in the store to avoid acquaintances and golden cicadas to shed their shells, and it is usually not closed, but not everyone can use it.

The soul who pushed the door in, and at a glance, he saw a strong man with a face full of meat.

This is the gatekeeper, look at the back door.

The soul was scared out of goosebumps, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that the other party did not react.

Yes, he didn't react at all, he didn't move, he didn't speak, he didn't even look his eyes.

If you look closely, he can't even breathe!

Could it be that it's a wax figure, used to scare people?

The number on his right wrist was still pulsing, and he didn't have time to think about it and kept pushing inside.

He had to find pants to cover his shame, even tattered ones.

Unfortunately, this is the first time he has come to this place, and he doesn't know where the grocery room is. In addition, the dead silence inside like the outside made him very uneasy, and in a panic, he ran to the bathroom.

Along the short but long journey, he encountered several "wax figures", and even knocked down one by him. Well, when that guy fell to the ground, he was also silent, and it was even more infiltrating.

The sign on the bathroom door was so special that he couldn't tell the difference between a man and a woman, so he could only try it according to his first feeling.

As a result, he not only made a mistake, but also almost collided head-on.

Fortunately, this little woman with delicate facial features, revealing clothes and elegant posture is also a wax figure.

Except for the absolute stillness of not breathing, he really couldn't find out where the other party was fake.

It stands to reason that since you find out that you are wrong, you should go backwards and go to the men's toilet next door. However, his eyes were soon drawn to an object placed in the corner.

It was an old-fashioned mop that didn't go dark.

Although there are only narrow strips of rags, but fortunately, there are enough of them, and no one should mind him using them, give him a little time, find a squatting pit where no one is, and deal with it a little, it can still be emergency.

In other words, he must get his hands on this mop.

Seeing the distance within reach, the right wrist suddenly darkened, and the pale yellow countdown was gone.

Along with this, all kinds of sounds suddenly poured into his ears, and the lights in the toilet suddenly became dazzling, and even the "wax figure" that had been left behind him was "alive", emitting a heavy snort with a strong smell of alcohol......

The soul reacted quickly, gave up the first target, and with a casual glance, he confirmed the small single room that was closest to him, showing a state of "no one".

Push the door in.

Someone!

Both of them were startled at the same time, but he was more prepared than she was.

So, before she could cry out, he sealed her mouth with his left hand and, by the inertia of rushing forward, pushed her against the wall, and, as best he could, make a murderous appearance.

He could hear that there was someone in the next room, so he didn't dare to speak, so he could only use his eyes to signal the other party to cooperate.

Although she quickly got rid of the initial panic, uneasiness, and a little shyness, and showed a good cooperative attitude of absolute obedience and never resistance, she was only a young girl after all, and she was not yet sophisticated enough to maintain sufficient intelligence and composure in any situation, and from his simple eyes, it was impossible to interpret his complex thoughts.

After a stalemate of about a minute, the girl finally showed her wit, gently took out the lipstick in her pocket, shook it in front of his eyes a few times, and after signaling that the thing was not threatening, she wrote a line on the wall with her backhand: What do you want?

For such a maniac who broke into the women's toilet, it was almost impossible not to be nervous and make mistakes, and the girl was in a hurry and wrote one less word "dry".

In fact, he was a hundred times more nervous than she was when he first arrived and was in a desperate situation.

Afraid of leaving fingerprints and handwriting, and not daring to speak loudly, he didn't even think about taking the lipstick, but after quietly reading the words on the wall for a few seconds, he moved his eyes to the girl's pants.

The girl was slightly chubby, and instead of tights, she wore very loose sweatpants.

He was estimating whether he could wear it, but in her eyes, it was an inappropriate interpretation for children.

In the face of an existence that is close to a madman, does she dare to object?

……

Seeing that he just wore his pants, but didn't mean to touch himself more, a strong indignation surged up inexplicably in the girl's heart: In front of you, a lewd man, Miss Ben's charm is not as good as a pair of pants?

Strong mood swings, finally caught his attention.

He gagged her mouth with her stripped stockings, then tied her hands behind her back with the strap of her handbag, and finally, dug out the bag, including cash and bearer bus cards, and put them in the sweatpants pocket that belonged to her, but now belonged to him.

After carefully observing the movement outside, and seeing the right time, he rushed out smoothly.

THE MOST DIFFICULT LEVEL TO PASS IS ALL SMALL CASES...... Two minutes later, he was walking leisurely on the main road outside, in a happy mood.

Of course, no one noticed, just wishful thinking on his part.

A quarter of an hour later, two blocks away, in front of a café, a dazzling red Ferrari caught up behind him, and then a beautiful right-hand drift came to a steady stop in front of him.

As the automatic door slowly rose, a long leg that was tightly wrapped in leggings but was too beautiful to speak to stepped out first and landed gracefully on the ground.

The fragile little heart of the soul began to thump again.

Coming, coming, luxury cars, beautiful women...... It's all mine

I knew that God knew that I died unjustly in my previous life, and he was reluctant to treat me badly in this life, haha.

The long-legged beauty got out of the car, took off the dark green toad glasses, and smiled at him.

I didn't run away, and when I looked at this Nizi's eyes, I knew that my heart was full of me...... I must have recognized my back on the road, and deliberately chased after me to take me home, or, to her house.

Pink Beauty, affectionate and righteous, how can I be here like a wooden stake?

He hurriedly opened his arms and greeted him with a smile, ready to give him a happy hug.

"You are really arrogant, you want to hug every girl you see", the long-legged beauty not only did not come forward to greet him, but took a small step back, twisted her waist slightly, leaned on the Ferrari car, and then turned out a lit lady's cigarette like a trick, and gently held it on her mouth: "Meet me, my name is Sophie, what about you?"