Chapter 300 Planned

The sunlight outside the window has sprinkled the whole city at some point, and naturally this spacious apartment is bright, and the sky that has been scrubbed by the rainstorm is a rare blue in a big city, and on the blue silk-like curtain, the clouds like cotton just picked from the branches or the white wool that have been cleaned are hanging in the air, only if you look carefully, you can see the slight flow of the breeze pushing them forward, and the whole city is still noisy because of the impetuous heat of the KOF is about to be held. But it seems that because of the coolness brought by the night rain, it is a lot quieter. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Seven Flails took a long breath, and threw Zhang Yinyuan on the ground again, his thick eyebrows tightly locked in the center of his eyebrows, and a big pimple was twisted.

rubbed his eyebrows, took two steps back, unscrewed a bottle of water, and glanced at Zhang Yinyuan, who was unconscious and limp on the ground.

(He said I was a butcher...) Call me ... Dry earth) remembered what Zhang Yinyuan called himself just now, and when the pronunciation of 'dry earth' came into his ears, there was a wave of boredom and emptiness in his heart for no reason, and the feeling of being shocked when he thought of this word, couldn't help but make this tall man a little irritable.

(He's still fighting with me, why?) That sentence returned my sister's life.。。 Is it the grammar of Chinese, is he Chinese? I haven't been to China before! No, I haven't seen him before, I haven't even killed anyone, so I owe his sister's life! It has to be figured out. Otherwise I'm annoyed. While throwing up and down with his hand and catching a dark green ball in his hand, he poured a few mouthfuls of water, and suddenly reacted and grasped the ball in his hand.

(This grenade...) Flipping down, a pair of eyes stared at the bottom of the ball, and gradually, the eyes widened and widened, and the breathing of the Seven Flails began to become heavy, and finally even the mouth opened.

At the bottom of the dark green grenade is a line of conspicuous white handwriting: 1999.09.21.XXXXXXX (99?) This 99 . THIS 99 IS ... Impossible, how can there be such a ridiculous thing! Turning his head suddenly, looking at Zhang Yinyuan who was spread out in a puddle, after thinking about it carefully, the Seven Flails Society walked quickly to Zhang Yinyuan's side, hesitated for a moment, and folded his hands.

"Please forgive my offense, you are in an emotional state, obviously you can't communicate with me, so... I'm sorry! After speaking, the Seven Flail Society gritted his teeth and began to rummage through Yin Yuan's suit pockets.

Not long after, a plastic card, an open letter, and a strangely shaped electronic device were rummaged out of the pocket of Zhang Yinyuan's suit, although it was impossible to fully understand the words behind the card, but because of the similarity between Chinese and Japanese characters to a certain extent, it did not prevent the Seven Flail Society from stumbling over reading it, and understood what this card wasThen, the handwriting displayed on it startled the Seven Flails Society, holding the card, the Seven Flails Society thought about it, rang a bell, and after a while, a neatly dressed waiter knocked on the door.

"Good morning, dear Mr. Seven Flails, may I ask..."

"Find me a Chinese translator! Well.. Two, no, three, hurry up, I'm in a hurry. The Seven Flails Society interrupted the other party's words through the door, and spoke extremely quickly.

"Yes, Your Excellency." The waiter quickly agreed, and hurried footsteps sounded, and left.

took out the banknote casually, divided the square words on the card and the bottom of the grenade into a group, lined them up, and put them on the paper according to the cat and the tiger, and took a deep look at Zhang Yinyuan, who was still paralyzed on the ground, and took a long breath.

(This...) What the hell is going on? If... ）

Half an hour later, the Seven Flails Society sitting on the sofa sent away three Chinese translators, lined up the translated handwriting line by line against the bottom of the card and grenade, and read it, and the Seven Flails Society took a deep breath and grew its mouth in disbelief.

Grenade: 1999.09.21. Shanxi Taiyuan XXX Arsenal, the eighth assembly line, person in charge: XX.

Electronic devices: 10:22 2016-10-22

Card: Name: Yan Xiu

Gender: MaleEthnicity: Han

Born: January 1, 1993

Address: XXX

Date of issue: March 3, 2012

Letter: XXXXX

Date of issue: November 11, 2015

When he saw the translation on the white paper, the Seven Flails couldn't believe his eyes, he grew his mouth like a fish thrown ashore, and his eyes kept wandering on Zhang Yinyuan and the paper, and after a long time, the Seven Flails Society patted his head and began to think about it.

(What the hell is going on?) In 1999? In 2012? These... These things. . . Future? Time traveling? Time travel? The Seven Flail Society was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered an American movie "The Future Robot Arrives", which was very popular some time ago, and frowned tightly, and was a little stunned for a while.

"Ahh Zhang Yinyuan let out a low moan, and the moment he opened his eyes, the Seven Flails Society pounced like a wolf, lifted Zhang Yinyuan, and shouted: "Yan Xiu!! ”

"Huh?! What's wrong? Zhang Yinyuan replied in a daze, and after answering and seeing the face of the Seven Flail Society, he struggled frantically.

The Seven Flails Society didn't care about Zhang Yinyuan's struggle at all, and simply tore off the bandages blocking Zhang Yinyuan's eyes, staring at those eyes, word by word: "You!" Isn't it! From the future! ”。

“。。。。” Zhang Yinyuan's pupils instantly shrank like a needle under the urging of mana, and after struggling for a while, he lowered his arm weakly, but he didn't make any answer.

"It turns out ... Is that really the case? The Seven Flails Society's eyes were a little hollow, and they muttered, and after a long while, the Seven Flails Society shook their heads and said, "How is this possible, this is ridiculous... ”

"Hmph" Zhang Yinyuan snorted, turned his head, and saw the white paper, mobile phone, ID card and letter taken out on the table, and his words were full of mockery: "Didn't you already find someone to translate my message?" ”

"I..." The Seven Flails Society's face was a little confused, but he immediately wondered, "How do you know?" ”

"Uhh Zhang Yinyuan opened his mouth, froze slightly, and then said angrily: "The things on that table still have those translated blank papers, as long as you are not blind, you can see it!" Are you fools to me! ”

“。。。。 I'm sorry... The Seven Flail Society muttered in a low voice, took a deep breath, glanced at the sundries on the table that turned out of Zhang Yinyuan's body, his face was a little complicated, and he hesitated for a moment: "That letter... Something written. Is it true? ”

Zhang Yinyuan sneered: "Seven Flails Society, male, preference: pasta, hate: eggplant, small, born on December 31, 1978... , 1985 under the tutelage of... In 1990... Since 1994, he formed the band CYS and served as the band's guitarist, and in 1997, he played at the Sakazaki Dojo, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Eight Masterpieces, the resurrector of the Great Snake, the mastermind of the Tokyo Land Sinking, the detonator of Mt. Fuji, the biggest demon of this century, directly and indirectly causing nearly 5 million casualties... ”

Zhang Yinyuan's information is so detailed that he can't be overwhelmed, and even some of the private information that the Seven Flail Society taboos Mo Shen has said, especially when he heard about his teacher and practice, his face was even more distorted, until he heard the information in 1997, the Seven Flail Society pursed his lips tightly, and his face was a little ugly.

"The Seven Flails Society, 1997! The society that is about to awaken to become a dry earth! Become a butcher who kills wantonly and doesn't recognize his relatives! ”

From the previous multiple evidence corroborations and Zhang Yinyuan's gushing information recitation, the Seven Flail Society finally let go of Zhang Yinyuan's arms, took a few steps back, sat down on the sofa, supported his forehead with one hand, and said weakly: "It's not me... I am not a dry earth ... ”

Zhang Yinyuan sneered and was unmoved: "You killed your teammates Sharma and Chris with your own hands, and after killing all the more than 221,800 spectators who watched the KOF tournament in '97, you launched a blood sacrifice and summoned ... ”

"It's not me ... I wouldn't do anything like this ... I haven't even killed a single person... ”

"Later, at the foot of Mt. Fuji, a concert was held with hundreds of bands and hundreds of performers of all sizes in the name of the band CYS, and after everyone entered, the lives of 80,000 fans from all over the world were sacrificed to cause the eruption of Mt. Fuji. . .

"I said it! It's not me! Standing up suddenly, when he heard Zhang Yinyuan say that he slaughtered his fans in the name of the concert, the Seven Flail Society stared at Zhang Yinyuan with red eyes, his thick eyebrows and big eyes were incomparably complicated, panting like a cow!