As soon as he thought of this, the more he thought about it, the more he didn't understand, the more painful he became, and secretly said, "Oh no." The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info it's bad. Oh no. What can I do? My worst fears are finally going to happen. This guy really isn't an ordinary person. Otherwise, why, why, why was he able to come down faster than me?

If you had come down the stairs by rope, it wouldn't have been faster than me. Yet, however, the truth is that he is faster than me. How on earth did he do that? If he didn't have that much strength, that is, the ability of a monk, how could he be so fast?

Did he fall from above? If so, he was faster than me. But it can't just hurt his knee, right? I see he just rolled around on the ground with his knee in his arms, and if that's not what he pretended, then it only means that he was really injured, really hurt his knee.

But, but, but, this is the eighteenth floor, not the second and third floors, and jumping down is just a knee injury. Actually, don't say it's the second and third floors. Even if you jump from the second floor, you may break a bone if you are not careful, let alone jump from the eighteenth floor. If it was just a knee injury and nothing else, I wouldn't believe it.

Of course. Even if he was lucky. It can't be like this, right? There must be a bottom line, right? Yes, yes, yes. Even if he was lucky, he would have been fine if he fell, but he had injured his knee. So why is his knee healed now? so quickly back in action? doesn't he even need to go to the hospital?

If that's the case, isn't this person too terrible? Obviously not a monk, but he has a stronger body than a monk. Is it possible that such a person exists in this world? Absolutely impossible. Yeah. If it's just an ordinary person, no matter how strong the body is, there is a limit.

But, but, but, I'm going to say but. Once the boundaries of the body are reached, it is impossible to break through them again. Yeah. Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely impossible to break through again. Because, if you can easily break through your own boundaries, can you still call them boundaries? At best, it's just a phase.

However, this guy had just jumped from the eighteenth floor, and he didn't have multiple fractures, and he was able to heal his knee so quickly. I just saw him walking, and he didn't even have the symptoms of limping, is this guy's body already so strong against the sky?

Why is this happening? yes. Why? It's weird. There shouldn't be such a logical thing in this world. But why is it happening now? And, moreover, this time is still happening now, and it happens to be happened to me?

Isn't the world I live in real? What's going on? Oh my God! It's not true that the world I'm living in isn't real, is it? If that's the case, it's really terrible. I remember a few years ago, I watched a smash hit movie that was pretty scary.

The situation is similar to what I'm going through now. An ordinary office worker sees something unbelievable on his way to work and begins to wonder if the world he is in is real. At the end of the movie, the guy finally finds the truth. It turned out that he really guessed correctly.

It turns out that all the things that happened from the beginning of birth to the subsequent ones, these memories are not real. It can even be said that it is not only unreal, but it has also been designed for a long time. In other words, the world he lives in is really just a child's play.

The child was put to sleep from the moment he was born, and he slept until he died of old age. In this process, if you don't really wake up, you will live in an illusory world for the rest of your life, and you won't know what is real for the rest of your life. Or in other words, will not know what the truth is for the rest of your life, and will be deceived for the rest of your life.

It wasn't until the end that the man figured out the truth and unlocked the secret. So, he left that illusory world, but, then, for some reason, he returned. But also back in this illusory world, he is different. Yeah. It's a big difference.

Upon his return, he gained the ability to jaw everyone, flying, and smashing a tank with a single punch. Because, he knows the truth. Yeah. That's the importance of the truth. He knew that the world he was in was just an illusory illusion, so he wanted to do it in the past, but what he had never dared to do, he did now, without any scruples.

And, it was because he learned the truth that he did it. Because, without logic, he can do things that no one can do, such as being fast like lightning, and being the superman of that world. However, my current situation is not in the movies.

Am I wrong? I've always been wrong? Actually, this world is not the real world, it's not the truth. The truth is, am I still sleeping? Are all my feelings now an illusion? What I see, what I hear, what I smell? Probably not likely?

If that's the case, aren't the children I have born, my wives all fake? If I'm lucky, they'll probably still be human. It's just not the real body of the human being, but the illusory influence of the human being, which may be sleeping, as in my current situation.

My current perceptions, including my body, are really just virtual images of my brain. However, this is a case of good luck. In other words, what if you're unlucky? And, too bad. If you're unlucky, my wife and wife are just fictional characters designed by the game Liman.

In other words, if I do wake up and find out that I have been marrying and having children with a bunch of codes for a long time, and then living a comfortable life, then I am not an idiot? When did I have a wife and children? But, so strange, so strange. It's really weird.

Why? Why did I have those strange memories that popped up in my head just now? That memory didn't seem to be mine! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God, could it be, could it be that my reasoning was correct? Did the kid who was playing the game just make some mistake and mistakenly put other people's memories into my mind?

It's just that he reacted very quickly, and wiped out all the memories I had just had, such as pressing the cancel button, and if that was the case, it would be terrible, wouldn't it? How could I possibly have the motivation to live? Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! It's not true. This is not true. Right. This is absolutely, absolutely absolutely not true.

If it's true, then what's the point of my pursuit? If it's all fake. What's the use of my extra money? It's just a dream after a long day. I don't want that. I absolutely, absolutely, never want that. Yeah. This must be fake. Let me think about it. Let me think about it again.

Yeah. Let me think about it again. This is certainly not a question of whether the world is true or false, but a smaller one. Yeah. I just didn't think about it. Let me think again. Now that I'm waiting for the elevator anyway, there's still time, and if I mess around, it will cause him to be dissatisfied.

That's it. Yeah. With him at gunpoint, as long as I stay still, I'll be fine. The point is, I have to figure out why he came down faster than I did, and why he pulled out his gun. These two things are definitely linked. Otherwise, where did he get a gun for a murderer?

The shot must have been that of the policewoman. But, but, but, he was a monk, but he had to use a gun, why? Odd. Odd. It's weird. I don't understand any of this at all. No wonder he's a terrible guy. Psychopathic murderers are really not something that ordinary people can do easily.

Terrible. Terrible. That's a great guy. But, but, but I still want to figure it out. If he were to kill me in such a daze, then I would die without a blind eye. Yeah. I've got to figure it out. But how do you find out? Ask him directly?

This is indeed a way to do it. But this method is certainly not good. The reason is simple. This approach is stupid. Even a psychopathic murderer can't be a stupid person. What's more, this guy is quite smart, otherwise, he would have thought of asking our courier company to come over and help transport the body?

He must also know that it is too difficult to transport the body by himself, so he needs the help of our courier company. Therefore...... Wait!Wait!Wait!Wait! I seem to have a key thing in mind. Yeah. This is too critical. I didn't even notice it before.

Am I really stupid? I have to figure it out. Yeah. It has to be figured out. So, why would this guy take the body away? That's weird, right? Yes, yes, yes. Odd. This is simply illogical to the extreme. He killed someone, wouldn't it be better to just run away?

Then why do you have to contact my company to let me deliver the body? Why did he do that? Why? Strange. Odd. Is there any important reason for this? Yes, yes, yes. It seems that this should be the case. No. Not should. Rather, it must be. Yeah. Only under certain circumstances did he have to make this choice.

So what's going on? Let me think about it. I think things are getting more and more complicated. But who made me meet it? Isn't it? That's right. My luck was too good. God has encountered such a strange thing for me, and afterwards, if it can be perfectly resolved, there will be a lot of rewards. Yeah.

I'm sure God wouldn't have put me in such a dangerous situation for no reason. It's like it's going to tease me, there's always going to be a reason, right? But I can't think of any reason why God would want to kill me. It can be seen that God should be testing me. Good, good, good. Then let me think about why he had a gun.

It was already strange just to think that he was holding a gun. Now I have contacted him again and asked our courier company to come over, which is very strange. Right. There must be a close connection between the two, so what is it? I'll try to reason about it the other way around. Since he had to contact our courier company, it meant that the body would threaten him if it was not disposed of.

But since he's already killed someone, is he still afraid of threats? And, more importantly, he's not going to kill a person. I have never been afraid of killing so many people, why am I scared of killing this policewoman this time? Could it be that the policewoman wrote down his appearance?

That's useless. The policewoman is dead, so what's the use of writing it down? The key now is not to record it, but why he wants to dispose of the policewoman's body now. If it is under normal circumstances, it will not arouse suspicion if you kill someone and leave directly.

After all, didn't he already change into a policewoman's uniform? Odd. Wait a minute. I think there's something going on. Yeah. This seems to be a bit obvious. Could it be that he had to dispose of the body because if he didn't, the police would know that he was the murderer just by looking at the body?

That shouldn't be possible, right? The corpse couldn't speak. No, no, no, no, no. Although the corpse cannot speak, the corpse can somehow achieve the same function as speaking. For example, leaving some traces of the murderer. This will make it easy for the police to solve the case.

That's why this guy is scared. I get it. I get it. It must be so. Yeah. It must be so. But, but, but, something is still wrong. If the corpse really left traces of this pervert, why didn't the pervert destroy the corpse?

Isn't there a toilet not far away? Isn't it a good option to split the body in the toilet? Oh. That's right. I know. There's no way around this guy. Because, it's too late. Yeah. Because it's too late. That's why. Therefore, it is imperative to dispose of the body as soon as possible.

In this case, the only way left is to transport the corpses. I see. I see. In that case, I understand. But what does that have to do with him holding a gun? If he's a monk, he still doesn't need a gun. Wait a minute. If he were a monk, wouldn't it be easy to destroy a corpse?

Is he afraid that he will cause some big movement? Even if it does, he doesn't need to be afraid. He's a monk who can fly. Are you still afraid of those robot cops who can only walk? Surely not. So what's going on?

It's still not right. Damn, why am I so complicated? My brain is going to explode. Somebody to give me a hint. Yeah. With just one hint, maybe I'll find the truth. Now that all the clues are complete, the last piece of the puzzle is missing. That is, the hint. Damn! Damn! Why can't I think of what the last piece of the puzzle is? Let me think again. (To be continued.) )