The stars in the sky were no longer visible, and the stars in the sky had become lines that had been crossed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe sun and the moon rise and set alternately, and the sea and land change with each other. Gravel turns to rock, and rock turns to gravel again. The scene outside was turned upside down in just five minutes. Fortunately, Sima Wen added a protective shield to the house so that others could not see the outside scene. Otherwise, I don't know how many of them will be scared to death.

"Knock, knock, knock. There was a sudden knock on Sima Wen's door. The knock was the same loud and loud, even the interval. Sima Wen ignored him, because he already knew that he would die on the third day. That's why he changed his life like this, changed the fate of his death, and changed the direction of the world next.

"Knock, knock!" the knock outside the door was more rapid, louder, and louder. Then he started banging on the door again, hard. Every time he hit the door, a layer of dust would fall from Sima Wen's room, and even the windows would fall.

Sima Wen's heart suddenly became nervous, because he only knew the result, but did not know the process. Maybe give him a knife, and it will be the same if he dies three days later.

The door was slammed again and again, and Sima Wen's speed became faster and faster. He drank a bottle of Haste Elixir, and his current speed was 30,000 words per second. The program is very complex, otherwise you won't be able to enter the source code of the program in a month.

However, just as the three-dimensional text is two-dimensional, the four-dimensional writing is three-dimensional and smelling. Omnidirectional and three-dimensional, extremely complex for three-dimensional organisms. Therefore, Sima Wen can only type two-dimensional code first, and then transform it into three-dimensional code. This greatly increased his workload, because the two-dimensional to three-dimensional was an extremely complex task.

Fortunately, the quality of the door is still so strong, Sima Wen has now finished 90% of the source code, and is preparing to convert the code from 2D space to 3D.

"OK, okay!" Sima Wen shouted excitedly, ending his work, "You can finally leave here, Jing'er, Xiaoxi, you guys have finally left here!" Sima Wen laughed like a monster, raised his hand and stretched out his fingers, and was about to press down hard-

At this moment, the door was slammed open.

Sima Wen looked at the person who slammed the door in shock, this person was none other than himself. To be precise, it is a self with a bloodied face and a leg missing.

The wound on that leg was still trickling blood, and Sima Wen took a closer look and it turned out that the person was missing an eye. Sima Wen couldn't stop being scared when he saw such a scene, and he hurriedly pressed the button.

"Don't!" that Sima Wen roared, "You will kill everyone, including Xiao Xi and Luo Jing!"

Sima Wen raised his head in question and looked at the man coldly. He looked at the man's whole body coldly, trying to see through the man from the inside out. He took the pistol out of the ring and opened the safety to face the man. "Where did this ring come from?" in a voice that looked like a dead man's, and he aimed his pistol at the man's eyebrows, shooting him as soon as he was wrong.

The man looked at Sima Wen, who was pointing a gun at him, and said pleadingly, "Don't you believe me? Don't press that button, don't!" He said with a tendency to move forward.

"Bang!"

Sima Wen sneered and fired a shot at the man's feet as a warning, and the bullet was one centimeter away from the man's feet. Sima Wen blew the smoke from the pistol and said, "Heh, I didn't grind so much. Tell me, where did this ring come from?"

The man sighed and said, "Okay, I said." The ring was given by Dianggiang. "Translating sugar can translate words, but not people's names. This Dianggiang is the name of the four-dimensional creature that gave Sima Wen this ring.

Sima Wen relaxed his vigilance slightly, but he continued to ask, "Then what is his surname?"

"The surname is pengbeng. The man said again.

Immediately afterwards, Sima Wen asked the man a few more questions, and the man answered them correctly one by one. He gradually let down his guard, but still held the gun in his hand, always on the lookout.

"Who are you?" asked Sima Wen heavily, his hand on the button, ready to press it at any moment.

"Don't press it!" the man called urgently, "Don't." As he spoke, he jumped excitedly on crutches. Seeing this, Sima Wen hurriedly fired a shot and hit the crutches. The crutch broke, and the man lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

"I'm asking, who are you?" Sima Wen's voice did not carry a trace of emotion.

"I, I'm the future you, the one who pressed the button. The man stood up with his broken cane, staring at Sima Wen with a flat gaze. His eyes were like ashes, without a trace of emotion. It's like a big realization, but it still has a glimmer or two of sparks.

Say. Sima Wen said.

The man sighed softly and said, "I knew you would say that, because I used to be like that." Your next sentence is—"

"What's going on?" both said at the same time, the same voice, the same tone, the same movement, the same expression.

Sima Wen put down the gun, walked out of the ball, and came to the man. Helped him sit down, looked at him in shock, and asked, "Are you really from the future?"

That Sima Wen said: "Of course, I can still lie to you. ”

"What you just said, I'll kill Xi'er and Jing'er. ”

"Ahem. That Sima Wen suddenly coughed heavily and spat out a mouthful of blood. He struggled and said, "Don't care what's going on, I can't hold on anymore." Ahem, you just have to remember, remember, remember not to press that button. If you press the button, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Remember--Stop......" His voice grew weaker and quieter. In the back, I couldn't hear clearly, and my head was getting lower and lower. Finally he closed his eyes, tilted his head, and stopped talking.

Sima Wen looked at him and reached under his nose with a trembling hand, wanting to probe his snort. Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, grabbed Sima Wen's collar with both hands, and shouted loudly, "Remember, you must not press that button!" He fell backwards, his eyes widened, and he was completely dead.

Sima Wen stood up from next to Sima Wen's corpse, and this scene was also a little funny. He shook his head and said nothing. With a sigh, he turned and walked towards the ball.

It was the moment he turned to lose sight of what was going on. Sima Wen, who was already dead, stood up and looked at Sima Wen who was facing away from him and sneered. He took out the machete tied to his waist from his clothes, pounced on it, and slashed straight at Sima Wen's neck.

Sima Wen sighed.

"Bang!" the muzzle of the gun filled the air.