On the outskirts of Kyoto is a magnificent mansion. In the light of dawn, somehow, there was a slight chill from the gaps in the majestic blue bricks and gray tiles. The chill in the room was even deeper, almost below zero, and the floor was a smooth black marble glowing with an icy glow.

In the basement of the house. Just like the cool air that filled the room, the faces of the people in the room seemed to be cold and frosty.

"A machine spirit has awakened. "Yo, really. In the corner of the room, a young man was huddled on the sofa, looking up at the red dots flashing on the big screen on the opposite wall, "It's a little far." "Then don't go. ”

"How can that be done? This is a political achievement!" the young man scrambled to his feet, grabbed a baseball cap from under the sofa and put it on, "I've been nesting for several years, and I've finally caught up with it!"

"Wait," the man in the suit called out to him, "what are you going to do?" "Report it first, and then go and slaughter the kid and take the machine spirit." The young man turned around, a little confused, "Isn't this standard procedure?" "Alright, go ahead, be careful" said the man in the suit. "Needless to say, you don't think I can't beat a novice spirit master who has just acquired a machine spirit, do you?"

......

Han Yang opened his eyes and looked out the window: it was pitch black. It was dark? Han Yang didn't know how long he had been asleep. He tried to get up, but he couldn't help but let out an "ouch" and fell back into the bed. Hanyang doesn't feel good. He was so weak that he felt like he was going to die if he moved, and his fingers, heels, and neck could be felt wet on his exposed skin. It was sweat that soaked the bedding.

I'm so hungry...... Han Yang thought to himself—he was so weak that he couldn't even speak—what was going on? What was going on? Calm down, he said to himself. Okay, let's define the current situation......

The situation now is...... I'm hungry!

Nothing can be taken care of.

Reason gives way to the needs of the flesh.

By the time Han Yang was able to confirm that he had come to his senses again, he found himself lying in front of the refrigerator in the kitchen. The fridge was empty. All kinds of tattered food wrappers, bottles and cans were thrown all over the ground.

"What is the situation......" Han Yang leaned on the refrigerator blankly, "I ate up my week's stock?" "It's impossible!"

Reason told Han Yang that this was not in line with the objective law at all, how could he have eaten so many things? But the facts were in front of him.

"Something must have happened. Something must have happened that I don't know yet. Everything can be explained, there must be a reason. Is it because of that bead?

Han Yang wanted to stand up.

Then his body, at an incredible angle, went straight from a sitting position to an upright position. It's like there's an invisible rope pulling it.

Han Yang's eyes widened. He looked down at his feet.

The action just now was purely ankle exertion. What the hell is going on? But the good thing is that the strength has been restored. Han Yang tried to clench his fists, and his body seemed to have inexhaustible strength, as if there was a volcano buried in his body, which could erupt at any time!

He walked to the bedroom, and as soon as he lifted his foot, a thought crossed his mind: Look at me and I can step out of the crack in the floor with one foot!

Syllable. The floor also gives him an upward force. Han Yang stared at the floor intently: If I think correctly, the so-called surprise always happens when you think there is no drama!

Nothing happened. The floor tiles are of firm quality. My feet still hurt a little. Han Yang rested for a while. Then turn around and clean up the kitchen garbage.

"The power is a little bigger, but it's not so exaggerated...... Han Yang silently sorted out his thoughts, "The refrigerator is empty...... It's real...... But if it's true that I've eaten it...... Regardless of the fact that the volume of those things added up obviously exceeded my gastrointestinal volume by many times, assuming that they were indeed digested by me...... Shouldn't I definitely go to the toilet now?"

Han Yang ran to the toilet.

Half an hour later, Han Yang walked briskly back to the bedroom. Then the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Open the door, express!" someone shouted outside the courtyard. At this time, Han Yang looked up, the stars and the moon were dim, and the sky seemed to be dyed with ink. It's late at night.

"Whose courier?" Han Yang asked through the wall, "Why is it so late?"

"Urgent! to Han Yang, Mr. Han!" said the courier outside the hospital. "Courier, midnight, crazy!"

Han Yang opened the door. The courier was a young man wearing a baseball cap and crossed his waist, and when he saw Han Yang, he said, "Your courier." ”

There was an ordinary car parked outside the hospital. That's what the courier came here for. But delivering couriers in the middle of the night? Han Yang has never seen such dedication.

"I haven't been buying anything lately. "Then I don't know, that's what it says on the list anyway. The courier pulled a rectangular box out of the car. It's not big, it looks like a cigarette. Han Yang wanted to take a look, so the courier walked towards the house by himself.

"Hey—"

Han Yang felt that this was really strange. Shouldn't you just give it away? What does it mean to enter the door? He hurried in, but the other party went straight into the house.

"Just leave the kitchen?" said the courier's voice from inside the room. "Tsk-" Han Yang frowned. He walked briskly into the room. The courier had already placed the cardboard box on the cupboard, looking like he could not refuse. This made Han Yang even more suspicious. He looked each other up and down.

"Which courier company are you?" Han Yang stared at him, "I have to call and ask, what's the matter with delivering couriers in the middle of the night?

"You don't want to complain about me, do you?" the courier's eyes widened, "there's something here." He tore the cardboard box open, revealing a shiny dagger.

Han Yang was stunned for a moment. I only had time to come up with the idiom "picture poor dagger" in my mind. Suddenly, the courier picked up the dagger and stabbed Han Yang viciously in the lower abdomen. Han Yang was taken aback.

The courier's expression turned to a sinister smile, and the knife was in his hand. The two were only half a meter apart, the knife was half a foot long, with a narrow blood groove, as long as it was gently stirred in the stomach, the person would be hopeless......

Han Yang was a little surprised that he had thought so much between life and death. At the moment when the tip of the knife touched his clothes, he suddenly made a clever move and jumped out more than half a meter away.

"What are you doing!"

Han Yang glared at the courier.

"Yes, two!" the courier was a little surprised. Licking his lips, he forced over with a knife.

What a situation!

Han Yang slowly retreated. He touched something and threw it hard. It's a dishcloth. The courier let the thing smash into his chest and sneered.

"Wait, you want money?" Han Yang asked loudly.

"I want your life!"

It didn't make sense! But when he was thinking about it. The courier stabbed again. He was skilful with his knife, fast and ruthless. Han Yang stared at the knife, judging the angle, and then jumped hard-

Laugh at!

The clothes on Han Yang's chest were torn and blood flowed out. The wound is not deep, and it hurts hotly. Han Yang forced himself to calm down, and picked up a kitchen knife with his backhand: "Don't come here!"

The courier smiled sarcastically. Another knife. Han Yang jumped to the side, and the kitchen knife slashed at the courier's wrist. The courier dodged and crashed into Han Yang in one step.

Han Yang felt a chill, with the smell of death. He threw his head back and fell straight down. Cover the pot next to it to the courier's head.

"Damn!" the courier slammed the pot with a knife and stared at Han Yang who fled out of the kitchen. He felt that the passing years were unfavorable, and this kind of coincidence could happen!