Lan Shanping's mansion is located in the mid-mountain pavilion villa area, which is the border soil where F city and H city meet, the mountain range is not counted, it can only be regarded as a small hillside that stretches up, and the altitude is not to be discussed, the rugged and undulating national highway on the outskirts of the city and the height of the major main roads rise from the ground, about less than 300 meters, but it is a famous rich area in Luhao Province.

Due to the consideration of ventilation and lighting, mainly based on the consideration of creating the highest style of home ownership housing in the province, a hundred years ago at the beginning of the construction of villas in this area, it was divided into strict restrictions, and the construction of single villas was separated by a large distance, and the owners who purchased real estate here are all wealthy businessmen, at least the number one business owner in the province, and the government officials are unique.

For Xiao Fan, the security facilities of the home house are also useless, he cut a transparent plastic window with an ion knife, entered the house smoothly, and placed the plastic window in its place, and then found the location of the electric switch, turned off the circuit supply, whether there is insurance early warning equipment in this villa, he actually does not know.

The tools in his big backpack are also becoming more and more complete, and he used to run around buying and adding, and he grabbed what he couldn't buy on the market, and the large amount of banknotes he carried on his body were almost used, such as nano-level microscopic cutting knives, which Xiao Fan obtained by breaking into a medical device factory. He thought about the source of supplies from now on, and he could only rely on grabbing.

The four-story villa was empty, and not only was Lan Shanping not at home, but it was obvious that his lover and children had also gone out and not returned. Through Internet inquiries and verbal inquiry, Lan Shanping has two sons and a daughter, both of whom are obviously younger than Miss Lan Shui Lan, and Lan Shanping's youngest son is only twelve years old and is in the sixth grade of Xiaogao.

Fang Dang noon, if it is an ordinary family, it is normal for people to work and go to school at this time, and there is no one at home, but Lan Shanping is from a wealthy family, not to mention the group of servants, at least there is no one who cooks, washes and cleans, which is a bit of a hard time.

Xiao Fan didn't like to think much, and he didn't realize this abnormality, he opened the freezer from the kitchen, took some raw food and cold fresh, made himself a smorgasbord of meat and vegetables, ate some of it, and bagged the rest and threw it into his backpack. He needs to travel from place to place at any time, and his physical strength is extremely fast, but ensuring the effective supply of fresh water is the main point of his main concern.

All the rooms were run around, the unfolded quilts in the bedroom, the clothes in the drying warehouse, the books, paper and pens scattered on the tables and chairs, and the tablet wireless terminals, and then showed that this was a wealthy family with no organization in life, Xiao Fan took a tablet and connected to the Internet, but he didn't find the news events in the warning information, and he suddenly felt omnipotent in his heart.

Simply let it go, the law no longer restricts itself, the cage of all civilized societies will collapse together, there is nothing that cannot be done, nothing can not be done, as long as you survive, things will eventually be resolved.

Xiao Fan also figured it out, when that day came, he concluded that he had passed away, and he had imagined countless deaths in his short life journey, what kind of scene was it?

He Fangjing will definitely cry, thinking of her crying, I don't know why, Xiao Fan has a trace of joy in his heart, because He Fangjing will miss him, think of his various advantages, and think of the sweet and beautiful time between the two.

This mood is dirty and obscene, but Xiao Fan at this time does not try to refuse, let alone disguise himself again, and in this kind of bleak and sweet fantasy world, how long will He Fangjing miss him, will he be depressed from now on, although Xiao Fan cares, but he is unwilling to think deeply, because it is already the world after his death, and it has nothing to do with him, even if the world in this living experience will definitely operate as usual.

When the disguise is removed and the pure ideological dynamics are presented, Xiao Fan feels that it doesn't matter whether Lan Shuilan will cry for his death, maybe it will, maybe not, but Xiao Fan doesn't care anymore.

It turns out that you are the most important thing.

In the world you experience, you are the heart of the world.

Nothing else compares to oneself.

At this moment, the cranky situation suddenly turned into a mirror, illuminating Xiao Fan's truest character, and also allowing him to deeply touch his heart for the first time.

In a state of confusion, Xiao Fan thought of his mother Xiao Liyun, Zhang Feng, and father Li Yangming...... Then he actually fell asleep on the couch, holding the long-barreled pistol in his hand, but soon fell into a sweet sleep.

In the dream, the heart is surging, and it looks like a fantasy garden, with all kinds of strange flowers and flowers in the boundless and neat, beautiful and colorful, and the petals of strange colors are flying all over the sky, and gradually accumulate into a thick cushion after landing, and on the soft petal cushion, it seems that there is more than one woman, but in Xiao Fan's vague thoughts, it seems that it is just He Fangjing alone.

Xiao Fan felt that he was hugging and kissing with He Fangjing, lingering to death, and the woman in his arms must have been He Fangjing at first, and soon became blue water blue, then became the dance of the nightingale, then became a rich girl, and then became some strange-looking women, then there is no doubt, they are definitely beauties, all of them are not under his beloved He Fangjing, the dream gradually became hazy, became haunted by the light but steaming mist, became inconcret, and it was even more difficult to reach the touch clearly, It's just that the fairyland with the fragrance of different flowers is still the same.

Then he heard a voice, beautiful and soft, crisp and innocent, clear and full of fascinating magnetic temptation, both the lazy taste of a girl's coquettishness, and the awe-inspiring color of warning, the delicate voice was so familiar, and so mysterious, at that moment, Xiao Fan seemed to wake up from a sweet dream, and it was as if he was suddenly in the world of demons, looking for traces in the wilderness, and finding his way to a secret place before the pioneering.

"Brother Pear, wake up! Someone's coming! ”

"Brother Pear, someone is trying to harm you!"

"Brother Pear!"

"Brother Pear!"

……

Xiao Fan stood up, looked everywhere, subconsciously raised the gun and pulled the trigger, and the first police officer who opened the door was immediately shot in the head, fortunately, this person's head protector was tight, and the transparent composite material of the visible object covered the entire head, and the bullet that broke through the air and rotated rapidly could not hit it at all, and was refracted by the oblique angle of the face, destroying the two vases, and the bullet was deeply stuck in the wall.

However, the police officer was frightened by the bullet that hit the head, and was actually stunned on the spot, one left leg with half of the body stuck in the door slit, and the next two bullets ate a sturdy one, one hit the calf and the other hit the waist.

He let out a long scream, and shrank back vigorously, the door suppressed by the circlip was suddenly closed, probably an allergic stress reaction caused by severe pain, and this person clearly saw that Xiao Fan's figure suddenly turned into a shadow, and seemed to be rushing upstairs.

(End of chapter)