On the fifth day of discovering the No. 13 plane, the weather was fine, and Wang Xu got up very early today.

He called the black super special police headquarters to ask for leave, fried himself two poached eggs in the room, and drank a glass of hot milk, and then stepped through the shuttle door with a full stomach.

One step out, there are two worlds, Wang Xu looked down at his watch, it was 5:50 in the morning.

Seventy minutes are still 70 minutes before the first of the three major events, the Black Truth Church and the Irish Brotherhood, in the North City Quarter.

"Taxi!" Wang Xu stopped a car on the side of the road, and while it was still early, he planned to go to the weapon shop first.

When I arrived at the weapons shop, it was six o'clock in the morning, fifty minutes before the firefight.

Wang Xu didn't delay for too long, although the weapon shop hadn't opened yet, it couldn't stop him.

"Click!"

With a slight force on his hands, the chain door lock of the weapon shop was directly broken by him.

Pushing open the glass door of the weapon shop, Wang Xu looked around, and saw that the weapon racks here were full of all kinds of weapons.

Walking a few steps forward and coming to the cash register, Wang Xu bowed his head slightly.

On the cash register, there are three Chinese knots, which have been hanging for a long time and look a little faded.

Wang Xu didn't speak, and took out another Chinese knot from his pocket.

The Chinese knot in his hand was specially pulled from the three Chinese knots when he left last night.

Now, the three Chinese knots are still there, and the Chinese knots in his hands have not disappeared.

"Zuo Tian was ripped away by me, and the Chinese knots that have become two have really reset over time, and the Chinese knots that I took away have not disappeared. It's really surprising to find that doesn't this mean that if I empty the city today, and when I read it again tomorrow, there will be an identical Liberty City? Wang Xu held the Chinese knot, his eyes full of surprise.

In the same space, no matter how the object changes, it must follow the law of conservation of energy, and the total mass will not decrease or increase.

It's like rain evaporates and turns into steam, and steam turns into rain again, it's a cyclical process.

But Wang Xu took matter from one space to another, and this reduction is a reduction in eternal nature.

According to the law of conservation of energy, if the total mass of the whole world is 100, after taking away one of the points, only the wireless loop of 99.999999 is left, not the integer of 100.

Wang Xu held the Chinese knot, with questions in his eyes.

What laws are the world operating on, not to mention the fact that it will be reset and can make up for the total amount of matter lost, which seriously violates the law of conservation of energy.

Of course, Wang Xu has another idea, which may be that he took too little material and did not trigger the rally of measuring conservation.

Or, the world does not obey the law of conservation of energy at all, it is a world outside of science, and the scientific data that is regarded as truth on the earth cannot be used here at all.

If it is the former, when the material passes to a certain extent, the world will surely collapse.

If it is the latter, it will be an inexhaustible treasure trove that is refreshed once a day, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a perpetual motion machine.

"Find the protagonist here, see what kind of world this is, and then think about what to do with this world."

Wang Xu threw away the Chinese knot in his hand, took a taxi again, and headed towards the fire fight site in Beicheng District.

The site of the firefight is a botanical garden, which is beautifully landscaped and overgrown with shrubs, which is perfect as a place to sleep.

When Wang Xu arrived at the botanical garden, it was 6:30 in the morning, and there was still half an hour before the firefight.

In the botanical garden, thirty or forty black people gathered, smoking marijuana and playing with pistols, and others reading pornographic magazines.

On the other side, the Irish are much more formal, sitting in front of the barbecue restaurant in the botanical garden, discussing something as if they were in a meeting.

Wang Xu just glanced at it twice, and then threw out the idea that the protagonist is in the Black Truth Society, because no matter what kind of world it is, the protagonist cannot be a person who smokes marijuana.

Such a person is the protagonist, I'm afraid that whether it is a game or a film or television, he will be stuck before it is released, and he will not be able to pass the review and play a fart.

As for the Irish Brotherhood, Wang Xu shook his head slightly after watching it.

These people get together like a meeting, and they speak in a clear team style.

But Wang Xu doesn't think that the protagonist of a world will be such a stereotypical person.

The protagonist can be unruly, crazy to the extreme, or flamboyant, but he can't follow the crowd.

The protagonist who follows the crowd is not easy for people to remember, looking at a group of Irish people with public faces, Wang Xu feels that these people do not have the characteristics of the protagonist.

It's just that, in order to better screen it, Wang Xu still walked up and asked: "Good morning everyone, now let's conduct a statistical survey, may I ask if any of you are from a family and have been bullied since childhood, or from an orphanage, the orphanage was burned down by fire, and you are determined to take revenge?" ”

The Irish looked at each other and subconsciously shook his head.

Wang Xu nodded clearly, and asked again: "Do you have any experience of having your parents killed, your wives being separated, suffering and hatred, not being crazy, and not surviving?" ”

The Irish still shook his head, and one of the more boss-like people stood up and said, "What are you doing?" ”

"Nothing, just a survey!"

Wang Xu asked two questions in a row, and it was already certain that there would be no protagonist in this group of people.

Family harmony, neighborhood warmth, such soil can not cultivate the protagonist to come out.

If Wang Xu is the editor of the script, let alone such an important position as the protagonist, I am afraid that he will not even give them a supporting role with lines.

Wang Xu turned around, crossed the rush event, and went to the second big event location.

The second major event is the glory of the arsonist, and one word is burning.

Wang Xu waited for more than two hours in Nancheng District, and at about 9 o'clock in the morning, he saw this group of people suspected of being arsonists in the suburbs of Nancheng.

More than a dozen sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers drove to the side of the road, carrying oil drums, empty bottles, and something like cotton wool underneath.

Wang Xu sat on a big tree, holding a telescope in his hand, and watched as the group of young people poured gasoline into bottles and used cotton wool as a lead to make Molotov cocktails.

The whole process lasted half an hour, dozens of Molotov cocktails were made, and the teenagers gathered to distribute the loot.

"What's our slogan?"

"Burn, burn, burn!!"

"Set the world on fire and we will be the kings of the world!"

Full of slogans of middle two, he was a little embarrassed to hear Wang Xu, these arsonists were different from what he imagined.

In his imagination, this should be a group of vicious thugs who set fires everywhere.

But in fact, he only saw a group of secondary school teenagers, some of whom didn't take off their high school uniforms, purely looking for excitement.

"It's really disappointing, it looks like there won't be a protagonist here." Wang Xu jumped down from the tree, sighed and turned away.

He wandered aimlessly through the streets, not far from the sea-crossing bridge, and the sea level where water meets sky.

Wang Xu stood quietly on the side of the road, looking at the endless sea outside the protective fence.

Two major events in a row have nothing to do with the protagonist, which makes him can't help but wonder if there is a problem with the direction he chooses.

With the lessons of the first two times, Wang Xu lost confidence in the third major event for a while.

Buzz...

While thinking, the roar of the engine suddenly came from behind him, causing Wang Xu to look back.

As soon as I saw it, a small car sped up, and before it hit the guardrail, two men in black jumped out of the car.

A few seconds later, the car, which was not abating, crashed into the guardrail and rushed headlong into the sea.

"Hey, why is there an eyewitness here, can't let him see us, kill him!"

The two men in black noticed Wang Xu and took out their pistols from under their clothes, their eyes flashing with a cold light.

Wang Xu looked around, it was obvious that he was the only one here, according to the other party, he was going to be killed.