Fang Xiu had a dream-

In the dream, he became an existence that swims on the river of time.

There is a saying that human beings are three-dimensional beings living in the four-dimensional universe, and each three-dimensional creature is a grain of sand in the long river of time, which can only flow down with the river of the time dimension, and he is a fish in the river, which can swim downstream, or go upstream, or even jump out of the long river of time, he is a high-dimensional creature that jumps out of the shackles of the time dimension.

Although he can't change the flow rate of the entire river of time, nor can he turn back the river of time, he can let himself travel through time at will and jump out of the shackles of time, which is a refreshing feeling.

"I am God!"

And then, and then he woke up.

Fang Xiu washed his face, put on his glasses, and looked at himself in the mirror, this was a tall and thin young man in his early twenties, except for the fact that his hair was cut short and looked more energetic, there was nothing special.

Fang Xiu looked at himself with water dripping from his face and chin, his eyes were full of doubts: "How could you have such a strange dream?"

Fang Xiu's name was once said to be a little unlucky, and it had a taste of Fang Xiu until death, but what Fang Xiu didn't expect was that from today onwards, his life would go to the road of death.

After Fang Xiu finished washing, he looked at the perpetual calendar on the wall, it was exactly 8:23 now, he was renting the first floor, and the lowest floor was the garage, and he had to go down the stairs to get out of the apartment building and start his day's busyness and work.

However, Fang Xiu, who had just walked out of the door, did not notice that on the top of the stairs, a figure stood up, and a pair of indifferent eyes looked at Fang Xiu who was walking out.

He wore a black hood, dressed like a food delivery person, held an axe, raised his feet, and jumped on the corner window of the corridor, in a standard posture like a professional diver.

In his right hand, he held a fire axe in one hand, the blade of which was large and looked a little curved, and it was said that it was made according to some human mechanics, and it was taken down from the middle of the corridor by the other party.

He stretched out his hands and closed his eyes, as if he were feeling the wind, as if he was about to soar against the wind, his knees slightly bent, and his feet were gently tapping on the windowsill below.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

Fang Xiu walked out of the passage and stepped out of the apartment building, the other party jumped down from the sky as if he was pinching a stopwatch, carrying a huge amount of power, and smashed Fang Xiu's head with an axe.

That method was quite cruel, the axe broke open the skull and embedded it, and Fang Xiu didn't have time to react, so he fell to his knees all at once.

The murderer pulled out the axe, and suddenly the brain and blood splattered out, and when Fang Xiu's body fell to the ground, I don't know if it was because he was not dead or because of nervous convulsions, he bounced one after another, like a dying lobster, it looked extremely terrifying.

"What's the matter, I'm dead?" Fang Xiu's face was pressed against the concrete floor, his pupils were full of surprise and panic, everything his eyes saw turned into a haze, and finally fell into darkness.

"Tick!"

This voice was like a drop of water dropping into the world, breaking all space and order, setting off endless waves, and from the long river of time and space, an invisible illusory hand grabbed Fang Xiu's consciousness and soul.

Without vision, this is to look at the world from a strange and mysterious perspective, the whole world, the tall buildings, the earth, everything is reduced to lattices and lines.

Then the lattice and lines continue to blur, everything is crazy to retreat, turning into afterimages, lines and lines merge and disappear, and the whole world becomes pure white.

Fang Xiu saw a silver pocket watch hanging down from the sky, the silver clock was delicate and gorgeous, full of classical and graceful style, but it occupied the entire horizon in a huge way, the big Fang Xiu couldn't even see its whole, Fang Xiu was in front of it, it was as small as a grain of sand, floating in front of it, the whole white world, only Fang Xiu and this huge clock remained.

The clock is unimaginably exquisite, on the case, all the tools that can be used for timekeeping are constantly emerging and disillusioned, such as the watch, the sundial, the missing carving, the incense seal, the sand clock, the oil lamp clock, the candle clock, etc., all the timekeeping tools that Fang Xiu has seen, has not seen, knows and does not know, can be seen on it.

The corner of the interior can be seen to be composed of countless tiny dense gears, and countless special symbols are engraved on them.

"Tick!"

When Fang Xiu looked at it, the second hand of the clock finally began to turn, and the stationary gears followed like a chain reaction.

"Tick tock, tick tock!" The second hand of the skeleton print rotates faster and faster, almost like an afterimage, driving the minute hand to rotate violently together.

"Ding Dong!"

Finally, as if a wake-up call was ringing, it was time to say.

At this moment, Fang Xiu opened his eyes, and he woke up again.

Fang Xiu looked at himself in the mirror, holding the washing cup in one hand and the toothbrush in the other, he suddenly trembled, and the toothbrush and cup in his hand fell to the ground at the same time.

"What the hell?"

Fang Xiu raised his head sluggishly and looked at the perpetual calendar, the time on it was - eight one hundred and eleven.

Although he didn't understand the situation, Fang Xiu's intuition and everything he had seen before told him that he should have returned to ten minutes ago, and at this moment, outside the apartment building, there was a guy who was eyeing him and preparing to kill him.

The pain of the axe breaking through the skull, and the despair of facing death, were still deeply engraved in Fang Xiu's mind, Fang Xiu didn't know why the other party wanted to kill him, but Fang Xiu knew that he would definitely not just forget it, he must let the other party taste his feelings.

"That guy should have jumped from the window at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, and he must still be crouching there!"

"It was a premeditated, planned murder!"

Fang Xiu rushed into the kitchen in a rage, picked up a fruit knife, and decided to go upstairs to slaughter that bastard, he had just attacked himself, this time it was time to change himself to send him warmth and surprise.

Fang Xiu was extremely angry, but he was not reckless, but he didn't believe it, he knew the other party's location and moves, would he not be able to get the other party in a sneak attack? This was simply an insult to his strength, he had never been soft in the fight since he was a child.

He cautiously pushed open the door, tiptoed up and down the stairs, leaning on the handrail of the stairs and slowly walking upward, then raised his head to secretly observe where the other party was and where the other party was moving.

However, when Fang Xiu had just seen the other party, the murderer had already discovered Fang Xiu's traces, and he had already sat down and prepared.

He finally saw what his murderer was like, it was a man with a black hat on his head and a red delivery suit, and when Fang Xiu saw him, the other party had already rushed down.

He was incredibly fast, his steps were like flying, he didn't rush down the stairs, but stepped sideways against the wall, his steps seemed to cling to the wall, and he slashed across it in defiance of gravity.

Speed, remnants, lightning fast!

Start, twist, swing, and synthesize!

The sharp axe flickered coldly, and before Fang Xiu could react, the other party's axe blade had already slashed through Fang Xiu's neck, and the power was incredible, directly cutting the skin and flesh and cutting off the cervical vertebrae.

Fang Xiu's entire head was cut off, and his head turned several times in the sky, smashing to the ground like a rotten ball, and the blood splattered from his neck stained the entire staircase red.

The all-round crushing of speed, strength, skill, and consciousness, and the enigmatic coquettish position let Fang Xiu know that his defeat and death were not just because of the sneak attack, but that this time he was just past him face to face.

People killed him based on their ability, and it can't be said that he gave away his head.

"Tick!"

The exact same scene reappears, consciousness and soul exit, and the world blurs into a completely white world, with a huge silver clock hanging down.

It's just that, this time, I don't know why, the bottom of the all-white world is infected with a layer of black, and even the silver clock, the color has become a little darker, and as the bell rings, it is over.

It's still in front of the mirror!

Still with a drinking glass and a toothbrush!

Fang Xiu calmly threw the water cup and toothbrush on the ground, returned to the sofa in the living room, lit a cigarette sadly, took a deep breath, and spit it out.

The clouds are shrouded, and there is a wisp of sorrow in his eyes that cannot be erased, and the sense of decadence is comparable to that of Brother Sharp.

And then! he picked up the phone!

"Hey, the police?"