Grabbing two rounds of cake, he realized that it was a glove with a button on the side of his thumb.

The mirror image begins to blur, and Spike's words begin to be choppy: "Hear...... Explode...... After that, don't hesitate...... Jumping ......"

Boom~

A strong explosion blew the door away, presumably caused by the explosion of the black box.

Although Alan was facing the door, fortunately the bed collapsed in a hidden place, and the strong air wave caused debris to fly in the room.

The hallway was crying wolf, presumably because of the huge lethality caused by the explosion, which was enough to make Brown and the others drink a pot.

"Time is not ...... Many...... Go to the Red ...... Queen Peach...... "Energy is running low, and Spike's mirror image disappears.

Damn it! Drop the chain at a critical moment.

Alan shoved things into his rucksack and threw the tablet at the window.

The glass shattered, and the cold wind poured in.

"He's there! Fast Shoot~"

Hearing that the glass was shattered, a killer raised his gun and shot despite the blood on his face and sharp eyes.

"Damn, don't shoot, he can't escape from such a high floor, catch him alive." In the midst of Brown's swearing, the killer gun stopped.

Taking advantage of this, Alan turned over and jumped up, overturned the bed, used it to block the door, and jumped out of the window.

A 100-story floor is said to be high, and it is said to be short.

The one who is high is sure to die if he jumps out at such a height.

The short thing is that it takes less than a few seconds to land, so people don't have time to react.

Buzz~ The disc may be silent, but Alan feels buzzing.

In the fall, he saw a hovering locomotive passing by, not far away, and Alan suddenly pressed the button.

The strong adsorption force firmly attached Allen to the body, and the speed of the car was so fast that even the body was swayed by the wind.

"Mom! We hit the birdie. The child in the car had a sweet voice, holding a plush toy and flashing at his mother beside him.

"How so?" The mother also felt strange and slowed down the car.

Although this strong absorption allowed Alan to escape, the taste was extremely uncomfortable, and because of the deceleration of the vehicle, the body felt slightly better.

Woo~ A vehicle traveling in the same direction was caught off guard and passed by.

The horn glides like a meteor, still ringing resounding.

It was up to me to avoid it in time, otherwise my body would have been smashed in two.

The two magnetic adsorbers alternate in turn, allowing Alan to climb.

"Mom, I saw someone crawling in our car." Leaning on the window, the child shouted.

"What?" The mother was puzzled and looked out of the car.

Confused, the vehicle began to descend.

Seeing the locomotive's whereabouts, Alan releases the button and jumps off the locomotive.

After stumbling a few steps, it gradually disappeared into the twilight.

I found a secluded corner and shook the contents of my backpack to the ground.

Alan checked the items: a number of dinars, a pocket firearm, three magazines, and a manual.

No matter how much you dump it, you can't shake off the fifth kind of fame.

What to do?

Should you follow Spike to find the Queen of Hearts, or pat your ass and go home?

The night was deep, and the street lights were blue.

A cold wind blew, and Alan felt lonely, and his remorse continued to rise.

Family?

I'm afraid it's hard to return home.

Alan smiled bitterly: If the current encounter is real, then the original home is not his real home.

The home is virtual, the work is arranged, the wife is fake, and even the memories are not real......

What else is there to believe?

It's this damn dream trip that hurt me, the original normal life was disrupted, and I even felt guilty for my wife Sharon, after all, before the accident, the two got along quite harmoniously.

But it has come to this, and there is no turning back from the bow.

Brown's vicious expression is vivid, and he has to shoot himself several times or three times, but he doesn't know what kind of hatred he has, and he can't turn back.

By all indications, he might be the damn Spike, Agent Spike.

When I think of agents, isn't this kind of life what I have always hoped for?

An intense and exciting agent career, with countless beautiful women and money, and will do whatever it takes to get the task......

Since you can't go back, if you can't do it, go into exile.

Alan glanced at the stacks of dinars, presumably enough to last for a while.

Or get out of this damn ninth district, go to the black market to change a fake hukou, and go to another district to change your identity and live again?

The days of exile are not as good as stray dogs, and this kind of life with the tail between them is not what I want.

Or do you follow Spike's words and go to the Queen of Hearts?

Alan hesitated.

I am both scared and happy about this "exciting" agent game, like playing with crabs as a child, helpless in the face of big claws.

What I am afraid of is that the road ahead is like this night, silent and dark, and I don't know what is "waiting" for me, so I can't guarantee that I will burp tonight.

What I like is that all this is deliberately chosen from the beginning to get rid of the tedious life and follow my subconscious?

Allan?

Spike?

Or something else.

Everything is just a codename.

So who are you?

Why is it here?

What do I do next?

Suddenly thinking of someone, Alan made up his mind to find the answer in his own strength.

After packing his things, Alan hurried out.

Passing by a corner, there was a sudden flash of light, which frightened Alan and immediately took out his firearm.

After realizing that it was monitoring, I suddenly understood a few points in my heart.

To avoid unnecessary hassles, try to avoid these damn surveillances.

After many long detours, Alan gradually entered a secluded locomotive hotel.

The locomotive hotel is a convenient hotel, with a large flow of people and a complex composition of personnel, which is the weakness of the police force.

And they are generally in collusion with the police officers under their jurisdiction, so naturally they will not strictly register, and even if they come to inspect, it will be a formality.

It was precisely because of this that Allen hurried in.

"Boss, let's have a private room." Alan shook his hips and walked with his back to him, deliberately pretending to be a ruffian.

"Hourly or overnight?" A fat man at the bar didn't look up, staring at the curtain, holding a bag of fried convenience food, watching the game, and there was a large carbonated drink on the table in front of him.

"The more secluded the night, the better." Leaning on the bar, Alan shook on one leg, and even his knuckles seemed to be knocking on the table out of impatience.

"511, one hundred dinars." After throwing out the key, Fat Dun grabbed a handful of fried food, opened his big mouth, and stuffed it in, still staring at the frequency curtain.

"Boss, are there any special services?" After pretending to look around, Alan asked in a whisper.

"Hey, hey~" Fat Dun smirked at the frequency, shaking and rolling.

Taking advantage of the gap in advertising, he reluctantly turned his head and asked coldly: "What special services do you want?" Pick it yourself! ”

A dozen business cards scattered as they were thrown, and the bells and whistles in the business cards attracted Allen's direct gaze.

Most of the photos are women with their heads scratching their heads and wearing heavy makeup, and there are many "demons" dressed as women.