Wang Xuebin was sitting in his office in S City, and he was now completely absent-minded.

Knowing that Miao Jinqing was actually Bao Zheng's subordinate, this made him quite unhappy, and he didn't want to admit the reason for his unhappiness, but he had to admit it.

There is such a person, and his ability may be above him.

For such a person whose information has been erased, although looking for him is like looking for a needle in a haystack, he has absolute confidence to find this person, but what he never expected is that this person is actually a person under the big boss of the deep sea.

This person, he can't touch.

This man can put him to death anytime and anywhere.

This is what makes him the most unhappy.

He knew that he shouldn't be like this, but he still sat in the office sullenly, and didn't want to do anything, he even let Zuo Wei go out of the office, leaning on the sofa chair, his feet on the huge crimson desk, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, looking at it intently, thinking about nothing.

Looking at it like this, he felt like he was back in the army.

At that time, he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and the squad leader was chasing after him with a belt, scolding, he gritted his teeth and insisted that he was already a big step behind.

Eight kilometers of fully armed training is the limit of his physical strength, he has always been a thin and weak body, and such super physical training has always been his nightmare.

"You ran so slowly, you died early on the battlefield! Hurry up! The squad leader scolded, he had been curious about how the squad leader could run and scold without panting.

He received a stiff whip on his buttocks, which forced his legs to speed up so that he could avoid the squad leader's belt.

It's almost the end of the road.

Suddenly, he was standing in his bedroom.

There were three people in the dormitory playing with the landlord, and he was standing by the window, looking out.

Outside the house is the opposite of the girls' dormitory, he is puzzled, he felt steam coming out of his hand, he does not know when, holding a large vat of teacups in his hand, on which is written "study hard every day" and the head of the great man on it.

As soon as he missed, the hot water in the jar spilled on his hand, and as soon as he was in pain, the teapot in his hand fell to the ground.

When he bent down to pick it up, he found that the floor was supposed to be a concrete floor, but how did it become a tile?

He straightened up and found himself in a different scene.

At this time, he was standing in the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and he was back in S City.

He involuntarily stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes looking at the bright lights in the distance, and then he looked down.

Wang Xuebin woke up suddenly.

He sat up, his chest and back drenched in sweat.

S City is located in a coastal city, where the weather temperature is suitable, so he has always worn short-sleeved shorts, and only when he goes out formally will he choose a suit and leather shoes.

However, there are very few formal situations, most of them are handled by Yuan Ming, and he will only come forward for important meetings within the company, since he was in charge until now, he has just gone to S City to meet the group of company management after the formal meeting, and he has never passed through.

Even at this time.

He stood up, and although the air conditioning was on in the office, the cool room temperature did not wake him up from his previous dream. For a moment, he looked at the familiar floor-to-ceiling windows, and he still didn't dare to go forward.

After a moment of calming his emotions, he slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the curtain slowly moved to both sides, revealing a large beautiful view of the sun shining outside the window.

He thought of the dream again, and for some reason, he always felt that the dream seemed to be trying to remind him of something, and he couldn't say it.

Don't?

He looked down.

For a moment, dreams and reality overlapped.

Wang Xuebin couldn't help but take a deep breath, he saw Bao Zheng's face and the street on the ground inexplicably overlapping, and he suddenly remembered a sentence.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you.

Just like at this time, he looked down, after a period of vertigo, he got used to the impact of vision, the cars and crowds downstairs, like toys that had shrunk several times, were sunny, exuding the smell of spring everywhere.

Just like the trees on the streets, they play their flowers everywhere, and even if those petals are blown by the wind, they have nothing but withering.

Wang Xuebin stood in front of the window in a daze.

His overlook is Bao Zheng's overlook.

What he hopes for is what Bao Zheng wants, and everything he has is everything to him.

For him, he already didn't care at all.

It's like she's already at home at this time, but Wang Xuebin knows what she's doing, what she's doing, or what she wants to do.

She is the witness.

Wang Xuebin is like an outsider, looking at her, or him.

In a certain corner of Hong Kong, the two are opposites of each other.

The two of them look at each other, him, or her.

She witnessed him commit a murder.

He watched her commit a murder.

between the two.

Witnesses to each other.

He saw her commit a murder. between the streets.

She saw him commit a murder. between the streets.

The cycle of time.

Him, or she.

Hey! It doesn't matter if it's him or her!

Descending the stairs, he ran as hard as he could, trying to intercept a taxi in front of him, just to intercept the vehicle further ahead.

I got out of the car, followed the car in front of me, and ran forward as hard as I could.

Who knows, that is the darker side, I thought about it for a long time, and still kept up.

That side, yellow, violent, private!

The host hugs your face, can't tell him or her, male or female, and whispers softly in your ear.

Do you love? Don't love?

Watch your visual love!

Whether it's you, or you.

Entered this full of desire, still fishing nets, or fish kings.

Here, in addition to the people who only have one mouth exposed, and their whole body is covered with revealing black leather, there are also those who are shameless, whether they are male or female, and come to you.

It's you.

Or maybe it's me.

It's going to be disgusting to the extreme.

But, he.

Or maybe it's her.

Didn't get sick because of these reactions.

It was only the pork shops that brought their minds back to square one.

I had to sigh.

Only those impure pigs, let those who profess *religion, or Christianity. These are half of the human race.

The remaining half.

It's us.

The state religion of China.

Taoism.

Or, the Great Religion that was extradited to China.

Buddhism.

It's ridiculous to say.

Before the Tang Dynasty.

Well, at this time, especially when facing the end times, I will explain these believers.

To put it bluntly, it's also a big irony.

Especially now.

It doesn't matter if it's him, or it's her.

In the face of the end times, especially at this time.

Who cares so much?

It's nothing more than two words.

Bear! Die!