At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, in a rental house outside Jingnan University in Jingnan City.

“……！！”

Wang Ming, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, and then ...... Lying motionless on the bed, silently staring at the dark ceiling...... It should be the ceiling, right?

This night is really extraordinarily dark, and the starlight that is usually faintly visible can not be seen at all now, and this is probably the situation when you can't see your fingers.

If it weren't for the familiar smell of Simmons on the bed...... With the familiar smell of 'man', Wang Ming couldn't even be sure who was in his cabin.

"Is it a dream?"

With a dreamy whisper, Wang Ming got up and turned on the lamp switch next to the bed.

No matter what, he couldn't fall asleep anymore, Wang Ming simply turned on the Doraemon lamp on the bedside table on the left-hand side, got up and took out a pack of instant Nescafe coffee from the cabinet to brew it for himself - since he couldn't sleep, he simply didn't sleep, anyway, for them teenagers, all-nighters or something was just a common thing.

"Is it a dream?"

With a dream-like whisper in his mouth, Wang Ming took his coffee and glanced around his rental house of less than ten square meters.

That's right, it's a room he rented off-campus from his college days, it's a small place, but it's relatively low. Everything in the room seemed so familiar to Wang Ming, because these old furniture were 'carefully selected' from the thrift market by himself, and they spent two years of college with him...... Two years.

Wang Ming picked up his old-fashioned Nokia phone and looked at the time on it - December 16, 2013......

"It's just after twelve o'clock...... Anyway, it's my birthday. Wang Ming suddenly remembered that it seemed that his birthday was today.

Just December 16, 2013, this date ......

Wang Ming suddenly paused, and a familiar and unfamiliar picture inexplicably appeared in his mind.

"It's ...... The dream just now? Wang Ming was a little unsure.

If it's a dream, it's a little too real, and it's ...... Is there really a dream that can last that long?

Recalling the time spent in the 'dream', Wang Ming's face involuntarily showed a trace of gloom.

I stayed in 'that place' for more than three months...... If it's a dream, it's too incredible, it seems that no one in human history has ever spent such a time singing in a dream, not to mention that the memory of every minute and every second of everything in those three months is very clear in my mind...... But if that's true...... This is even more unscientific!

Recalling the impressive scenes in his memory, the haze on Wang Ming's face became denser and denser.

As for the weishenme? Because throughout the memory, the deepest impression in the memory is always betrayal, betrayal, and betrayal!!

What is the most hated thing for people, others Wang Ming doesn't know, but for him, the most hated thing is the betrayal of others, especially betrayal by the people he believes!

That painful feeling is that Wang Ming is extremely angry and sad when he thinks about it now.

"Am I the main character?" Raising his hands, Wang Ming looked at the palms that would be stained with blood in the future but were still clean and tidy, and his voice involuntarily carried a hint of heartbreaking, "Rebirth?" Isn't this the treatment that only the protagonist has? Sure enough, I'm the main character...... Hehe......he

"My stomach hurts when I laugh...... hahahahaha......ha

"The protagonist? If I could, I'd rather not have this bullshit protagonist! ”

Oozing from the corners of his eyes, I don't know whether it was sad or happy tears, Wang Ming stopped his crazy daxiao, and then gently wiped the two lines of tears with his palms, which were still clean for the time being.

"I don't want to be the protagonist, but ...... Since even the heavens are helping me and making me reborn? So if I don't make some trouble, wouldn't I be too sorry for the God who values me? ”

Speaking of this, the haze on Wang Ming's face dissipated slightly, but the anger in his eyes became more vigorous.

**, Zhao Xuan...... You two sluts are waiting for me...... Don't die before I meet you. ”

issued a declaration of secondary school, and after more than ten minutes, Wang Ming's mood gradually calmed down, except that there was still some haze on his face, his expression had completely returned to the calm state when he just woke up before.

Staying in the most sane state at all times is the best guarantee for surviving in 'that place'.

After three months in that place, I didn't learn anything else, but I did a very good job of it—better than those who had been there for a long time.

Maybe Wang Ming is born with a calm side in his character, if he hadn't believed the words of those two villains too much before, now Wang Ming may be able to occupy a place in the list of strong people in that place.

Sure enough, he is still too young, no matter how he says Wang Ming, he is just a student living in an ivory tower, and the relationship between people is too simple, and now that he thinks about it, he was really naïve at that time.

"But...... Saint Seiya will not be hit by the same moves...... Although I am not a Saint Seiya, I will never make this low IQ mistake again. ”

"In that place...... No one can be trusted, they cherish their lives more than friendship! ”

Picked up a pen and wrote such a sentence on the paper, and then Wang Ming crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side.

I took a look at the time: 1:24 on December 16, 2013.

If history is not wrong, then he still has an hour and a half to prepare.

Actually, there is nothing to prepare...... Nothing in this world will do anything to that place, and even if you take a rocket launcher and go in, it's just scrap metal.

So......

Just look for something that turns out to be scrap metal......

Wang Ming, a poor student, naturally can't get such a thing as rocket artillery, and he doesn't need to get it...... Scrap iron is the same anyway, and instead of going to great lengths to find a barrel-shaped scrap iron, it's better to find a better one.

For example...... Knife.

Naturally, there are only kitchen knives and fruit knives in the average person's home...... Well, of course, there is also the nail clippers, one of the legendary seven great artifacts, but that thing is of little use to Wang Ming.

Wang Ming fumbled for a long strip wrapped in cloth from under the bed.

"I also want to thank the enthusiastic life during that time in high school." Wang Ming sighed.

It is said that the age of saving shijie at the age of 16...... It is said that which teenager is not in the second grade, every teenager has a superman dream in his heart.

Unraveling the yellow cloth on the outside of the long object, an 8-decimeter-long machete was displayed in front of Wang Ming's eyes.

I remember that at that time, the most popular movie in the school was "Hot Blooded High School......

Stroking the blade of the sword, Wang Ming's thoughts seemed to return to that high-school era full of emotion...... Ahem, something seems wrong......

In short, if everything in that 'dream' is true, then compared to before being reborn, at least now I have one more means to protect myself.

As the saying goes, if you punch the master to death, no matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives...... Now I have a machete in my hand, how can I say that the safety level has also risen a notch.

Wang Ming really doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, the route he took before he was reborn was Fighting Flow, and the sentence 'hands stained with blood' mentioned earlier is not a metaphor, but an established fact.

What I was best at in my previous life was to stick my hand in the enemy's chest...... I remember that at that time, he also got the title of 'Bloody Ripper'.

Right now...... Although the memories of those fights still exist, but the physical fitness is not a little weaker, if you forcibly use those fighting skills, then the end is probably similar to 'twisting the waist' and 'being shot in the knee'......

Wang Ming kept turning some strange thoughts in his mind, and at the same time, the time on the mobile phone was also constantly moving, and by the time he came back to his senses, the time had reached 2:57:42 on December 16, 2013.

Spirited, Wang Ming knew that the most critical moment had come, and whether it was a dream or not would be revealed in the next moment.

But until then, there's one more thing I don't know if I'll use it...... But let's take it first......

Wang Ming put something in the bedside table into his pocket, and then ...... And then there is no more......

Without any warning, Wang Ming disappeared from the room.

At the same time, all the memories of Wang Ming on Shijie have disappeared, and everything about Wang Ming has completely disappeared on this Shijie as if it never existed.

In other words, his 'existence' in this shijie has been erased.

And this moment is Beijing time: December 16, 2013 2:58:03.