"Antler Ringer, focusing on alarm clocks for 30 years, providing a guarantee that lazy people will never be late"

In the bedroom late at night, Lu Xiang held her mobile phone, the advertisements on the screen deeply attracted her attention, and there was an even breathing sound around her, and the mobile phone screen became the only light source in the bedroom.

This is definitely the most ingenious advertisement she has seen this year, and people can't take their eyes off it as soon as they see it.

The picture of the advertisement is a smiling middle-aged man, who looks like a boss or something, and there is a line of floating small print on the advertisement:

"The boss doesn't have to worry about me being late, choose Antler Bell, and be an excellent company person from today on!"

For some reason, Lu Xiang's mind suddenly came to the conversation last night, and Song Lan seriously popularized the knowledge of how to be a bad woman.

The complicated and troublesome way to unlock the alarm on the ad page tugs at her heartstrings and brings a wicked smile on her face as she prepares to play a prank.

But she quickly realized something, and restrained her smile in a serious manner.

Fortunately, Song Lan's sleep quality is always very good, and he will never wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and find that he has violated the serious and serious "personality" snickering.

Lu Xiang turned over, confirmed that Song Lan was not moving, and tiptoed out of bed.

For top students who graduate from Daystar Academy, diving techniques is a fundamental skill.

She came to the bedside, unlocked the phone with Song Lan's index finger, and downloaded the portable alarm clock to his phone, which was said to satisfy the strictest boss of the coalition government, and the date on the phone screen told her that tomorrow was a day off, but as a bad woman, she prepared an early wake plan for Song Lan with a smile.

The first alarm starts at 6:03, and in the next hour, Song Lan will be reminded by the alarm bell repeatedly.

And almost as soon as she set the alarm, a message from the rescuer department was sent to her phone.

Lu Xiang looked at the sudden "overtime text message", and a bad smile froze on her face, at this moment, she actually realized the taste of evil retribution.

She pursed her lips, half deflated, and secretly embarrassed for a while before replying to the word "received" in the same tone as usual.

Then, of course, he fell asleep upside down and smothered the quilt over his head.

A text message from the Rescuer Department mentions that a mysterious big man will be coming to District 17 tomorrow, and the department asks her to be ready and on standby.

……

On the same day, 6:00.

Song Lan opened her eyes unusually suddenly.

The inexplicable sense of crisis turned into a nightmare, giving him a warning in advance, and almost as soon as he opened his eyes, his hand reflexively reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table.

It was all a coherent action before he woke up, and by the time he came back to his senses, the phone was already in his hand.

A series of alarms on the screen answers the source of the sense of crisis.

Someone wants to harm him!

Today is obviously a rest day, but Lu Xiang set ten alarm clocks in the next hour to urge him to get up, and judging from the introduction of the software, this is not an ordinary alarm clock software at all, and the unlocked password is extremely complicated, although Lu Xiang is very intimate to put her preset password on the bedside table, but entering the password to unlock the alarm clock means that he is completely awake.

The plan to sleep back in the lake must have come to naught.

In good conscience, Song Lan already regretted teaching Lu Xiang about how to be a bad woman.

Alerted by the premonition of the crisis, he unlocked the first alarm in advance, at least avoiding the result of being woken up by a loud sound early in the morning.

But......

Why did he wake up so early today?

Walking into the living room, Song Lan couldn't help but wonder about this biological clock, which was completely inconsistent with the laws of his daily life.

It's not so much a sense of crisis, but more like an instinctive reaction to knowing in advance that you will be woken up by a loud alarm in your sleep.

But soon his attention was diverted by the note that Lu Xiang left on the dining table.

The cute emoji on the note made Lu Xiang look at him like this in his mind, breakfast was steaming sweet soy milk and sandwiches, which he usually liked, no matter for any new things, Lu Xiang's learning ability was very outstanding.

She has already grasped the essence of a bad woman.

Song Lan held the sandwich and attributed his previous doubts to the dream of Miyu Huhu, he had dreamed that he got up in the morning and washed up and got dressed, but suddenly woke up on the way to work on his bicycle, and then found himself still lying on the bed in horror.

Some people call these kinds of dreams prophetic dreams, and they claim to have dreamed about things that will happen in the future.

In this regard, the experts of the program "Approaching Science" explained that sometimes when dreams are too similar to real situations, people often mistakenly think that they dream of the future, but in fact they are just very common illusions.

Taking a sip of the sweet soy milk in the bowl, Song Lan took advantage of the remaining sleepiness and began to think about life early in the morning on the rest day.

When I think about it, I do think of something serious.

Lu Xiang prepared the documents of the insurance company in response to Mr. Killer's statement yesterday, as long as he makes proper use of these documents, he may be able to find out the client who hired Mr. Killer behind it.

It's just that why all these ideas are inexplicably familiar, as if they have been experienced in the past?

Could it be that this is also a side effect of prophetic dreams?

Anyway, he sent a text message, informing the other party that he had found the documents in the safe in Lu Xiang's bedroom according to the original plan.

Moments later, he got a reply from Mr. Killer:

"I'm in some trouble, beware of the Anomaly Investigation Bureau"

"I'll find a chance to meet you when the trouble is resolved, remember, I'll take other means of contact, and if someone texts you back, it means they managed to get my phone."

Two replies in a row, pointing the finger at the Anomaly Investigation Bureau.

Song Lan was not surprised by this fact at all, his heart was not shocked but he was worried about Mr. Killer's situation at the moment, he remembered that Hannah mentioned her work in the prosthetic hospital, and now that he thought about it, in addition to chasing Angley Suffron, there were also some agents who were rushing to deal with the aftermath.

Since Mr. Killer has made himself wait for his contact, the whole day is free today.

What to do?

Once again, he fell into deep thought.

On the coffee table in the living room is the collector's edition of "Sponge and Starfish" that Lu Xiang bought from the Internet, which is not only a reminiscence of childhood, but also a good way to pass the time.

At the same time, however, another voice emerged from the depths of his heart.

Maybe he won't be able to do anything today.

Because, next there will be a knock on the door of the apartment.

Hey?

Why did he suddenly have such a strange idea?

Almost at the same time, reality took on a stranger side than ideas and dreams, and there was a knock on the door of an apartment that had never been visitor.

"Dong Dong Dong, Dong Dong Dong-"

"Hello, we are agents from the Anomaly Investigation Bureau, is Mr. Song Lan at home?"

Inquiries from strangers came from outside the door.

Song Lan looked at the window.

After a while, a small eyeball drone slowly appeared in his sight.