"Boom—"

There was a loud thunder in his ears, Song Yiqiao glanced at the cloudy sky, hugged the stack of Wen Jiàn in his hand, and walked out of the company's door.

The apartment is only a few hundred meters away from the company, just a few minutes walk. It's just that today is not in a hurry, it is gloomy weather from the morning, and looking at the sky, it should not be long before there will be a pouring rain.

The weather before the rain was so hot and stuffy that it was breathless. Finally, a cool breeze blew, Song Yiqiao exhaled lightly, hugged all the Wen Jiàn with one hand, and brushed his shoulder-length black hair to one side with his free hand.

Suddenly, she didn't hold it steadily, and Wen Jiàn, who slipped from her arms, crackled and fell on the hot concrete floor.

Oops!

Song Yiqiao didn't care that the short skirt would run out, so he hurriedly squatted down and picked them all up, but he cleaned them up in a few seconds. She saw that there was another document not far away, and was about to move it over, when a dry hand appeared in her sight to pick it up for her.

"Ah, thank you."

Song Yiqiao took it gratefully, and smiled at the old woman, her white and tender cheeks had more dimples the size of rice grains. When she looked at the other party, a smile instantly condensed on the corners of her lips.

The old woman was wearing a dark purple scarf, her stature was short, her hair was curly and gray, and she looked no different from an ordinary old man.

However, these are not the most important things.

Her half-drooping eyelids trembled, and she stared at Song Yiqiao without saying a word. The black eyes were cloudy, like slaughtered fish, dull and dull, and the light that came out of the pupils was like a dead silence.

This kind of strange and terrifying look made Song Yiqiao shiver, and there was a chill behind him.

- The old woman looked at her as if she were looking at a dead man!

The next scene confirms Song Yiqiao's always sensitive nerves.

The old woman's thick lips twitched, and a hoarse whisper popped out from between her leaky teeth, "You're going to die." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

No one would be happy to receive the curse-like words, even if she had helped a moment ago. Song Yiqiao's face turned pale, probably because he had met a madman, and he didn't want to dwell on it more, so he turned around and left.

The old woman's cry behind her was hoarse, rushing through the cool breeze and writhing her snake-like tail into her ears: "Five minutes to go!" ”

Song Yiqiao quickened her pace and fled away from the terrible old woman, her black low-heeled shoes stomping on the ground with one rapid thud after another.

I don't know when, the wind is blowing louder and louder, and for a while, the muffled sound of billboards and the sound of cold wind swishing fill my ears, and the whole world is blown upside down by the strong wind.

She turned the corner and almost bumped into a young man, exclaiming, "I'm sorry! ”

The man stared at her stunned, his ordinary face distorted into a strange appearance: "There are still four minutes." ”

“…… What the. ”

The blood all over his body instantly gathered on the soles of his feet, and in the heavy breathing, he rushed straight to the top of his head, Song Yiqiao's limbs were cold, his palms were covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were burning badly.

The man was still the same, but his lips were pulled in an exaggerated arc, as if a pair of scissors had cut his mouth to the base of his ear: "You're going to die." ”

If the bad weather in front of them was a harbinger of the end of the world, Song Yiqiao was sure that they had gone crazy.

Her chest swelled with anger, and she really wanted to beat up the bastard on the other side, but the disparity in strength between the two was huge, and coupled with the appearance of the talented woman, Song Yiqiao suspected that it was a gang of evil. Teach organizations. She glared warily, took two steps back, and ran wildly towards the crowded place while the other party was caught off guard.

She was ready, if the man caught up, she would throw Wen Jiàn over and flee to a crowded place to call the police.

Song Yiqiao ran out of breath, his chest was so tight that he was about to explode, and finally stopped his breath. The corner where the man was located had become a small blurred focal length, and she was relieved that she didn't seem to be trying to keep up.

Thunder sounded in the gray sky, but after a while, a trickling rain fell from the sky. Song Yiqiao secretly screamed, looked up, and saw that the Draenor Cafe across the road was still open, crossing the zebra crossing in the rain.

A school bus drove smoothly by, and the students sitting by the window poked their heads out one after another, screaming desperately in Song Yiqiao's stunned gaze: "There are still three minutes!" ”

Her legs went limp, and she almost fell to the ground.

What the hell is going on? Is this world really crazy!

Song Yiqiao pursed her lips, even though the fear in her heart made her run away every minute, she still pushed open the door of the café with a trembling tremble.

She needed to know if everyone had become a death talisman. If this is the case, I am afraid that I will not escape death even if I hide at home.

The warm doorbell rang, and Song Yiqiao stood at the door, waiting for the time to come. Sure enough, as if the appointment had been made, the waiters and customers turned their heads and shouted: "There are still two minutes!" ”

She took a deep breath sharply, her eyes turned black for a while, and she directly threw Wen Jiàn to the ground.

With a bang, the glass door was slammed shut, and the people in the café were still staring at the door in their original posture.

Outside, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

A figure sped through the streets, fleeing into the unknown. She was drenched, her face flushed from the exertion, and her lips were pale with bruises.

"One minute left!" The stars on the big screen in the square looked at her through the screen, and the gentle voice became harsh and unpleasant.

One minute!

Where is she going to run?!

I haven't exercised for a long time, and my body lacks strength, and I haven't run long before I'm tired to death. A corner in front of him led to a narrow alley, and Song Yiqiao's mind was so blurred that he couldn't think at all, and only knew how to run forward, run forward......

"Pss

Like, something......

Song Yiqiao clutched her chest, her body shook, and then she fell to the ground weakly, her body was colder than the cold asphalt road, and she shivered with cold, as if the blood all over her body had congealed into ice. The overwhelming rain hit her face and fell into her half-open eyes, and it hurt so much that she wanted to cry.

The vitality is draining dramatically.

She gradually lost feeling the heart-rending pain in her chest, not only her limbs, but also her mind became numb.

At this time, a figure squatted beside her, and Song Yiqiao couldn't see his face clearly, only feeling a cold hand covering his eyes.

"It's time."

The man's voice was hoarse, so gentle that it seemed to whisper to his lover.

"Good dreams."

――Who are you? Why kill me?

Blood choked into her trachea, her throat and nose were foaming with blood, her lips trembled, and before she could ask, she fell completely into a dark fog.

【…… System binding...... Initiate...... Primary Attribute Determination...... The character setting is successful...... Start ......】