At midnight, in an alley northwest of the city.

A middle-aged man sits bored on the side of the road, with a shiny walkie-talkie pinned to his waist, and a lady's silk scarf wrapped around the end of the walkie-talkie.

The weather-beaten street lamps glowed weakly, stretching his shadow for a long time.

Suddenly, the sound of electricity came from the intercom: "Is there anyone on the periphery?" Please answer if you hear it. ”

The middle-aged man pulled out his walkie-talkie and bit a cigarette in his mouth.

"I'm Li Cheng, on standby."

"Fifteen minutes ago, there was a 'mysterious' advanced event, and multiple lion-faced ghosts absconded, and the perimeter was immediately blocked! Repeat, immediately block the perimeter! ”

'Mysterious' advanced?

Li Cheng's face changed greatly.

"Li Cheng received!"

Tearing off the silk scarf from the walkie-talkie, Li Cheng's right hand holding the silk scarf was raised high above his head, and his fingers were staggered.

The silk scarf moved without wind, and the world blurred a lot.

Li Cheng's painful face was hideous, and the cigarette in his mouth burned out at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into cigarette ash and falling to his feet.

The street lamp flickered a few times strangely, and between the exchange of light and dark, a few bright red characters appeared out of thin air, bewitching.

- No traffic!

"Succeeded......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a flower in front of him.

A dark shadow flashed in front of him.

Four bright red characters were smashed into pieces.

The shadow disappeared into the night.

Li Cheng's face swelled with abnormal blood, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

He took out the walkie-talkie, pressed the switch, and stared at the direction in which the black shadow disappeared:

"I'm Li Cheng, and now I'm reporting the situation, a lion-faced ghost has broken through the blockade and is moving in the direction of the Martyrs' Memorial Park."

……

At this time, the Martyrs' Memorial Park is shrouded in darkness, waiting for danger to come.

Fang Xiaobei was lying on the steps, he suddenly woke up, his body lost balance, rolled down the stairs, and fell crookedly.

He was panting, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

I'm resurrected?!

Fang Xiaobei let out a long breath and wiped the huge and fine beads of sweat on his forehead with his forearm.

He looked carefully and found that there was not the slightest spiritual power in his body, but he was a mortal.

The emperor-level spiritual power expanded outside the body, but there was not the slightest aura detected.

Fang Xiaobei was deeply puzzled: the aura is gone, the spiritual power is gone, what kind of place is this?

Looking around, he spotted a sign.

His eyes narrowed, and the dazzling light bulb made him extremely uncomfortable.

What is this, even brighter than the pearl of the night?

There was a sudden pain in his head, and Fang Xiaobei, who was in pain, rolled on the ground.

It was as if a sharp knife had pierced his head, stirring in it.

At the same time, many fragments of memory were forcibly stuffed into the head.

The emperor-level spiritual power brought by Fang Xiaobei's reincarnation felt the danger, and the massive spiritual power oscillated wildly.

The sea of spirit is turbulent, blowing a storm of spirit, setting off waves of waves.

These memory fragments seem to be scattered and fleeting, but no matter how the spiritual storm blows, they cannot affect them, even the slightest.

Reincarnated and reborn, he lost everything from his previous life, and the only thing left was this emperor-level spiritual power.

But this emperor-level spiritual power actually had no effect on these memory fragments!

Fang Xiaobei could only watch these strange memories merge with himself, and I don't know how long it took for the unfamiliar memory fragments to finally be digested.

The matter of digesting memories is very strange and weird.

It did not allow Fang Xiaobei to find conflict and confusion with the memory master, which led to personality changes.

For Fang Xiaobei, these unfamiliar memory fragments are more like the appendix of a book, which is added at the end of the book and does not affect the content of the book.

Fang Xiaobei was still himself, but when he needed it, he could think carefully about searching and retrieve these memories from the Book of Memory.

Fang Xiaobei got up from the ground and saw something smaller than the Night Pearl again, but brighter than the Night Pearl.

After the memory fragments fused, Fang Xiaobei understood that this was the light bulb mentioned in the memory.

Coincidentally, the owner of the memory fragment is also called Fang Xiaobei, who is the original owner of this body, a native who has a younger sister and an older brother.

In the memory fragments, Fang Xiaobei learned that this world was completely different from the previous life, there was no aura, no cultivators, only incomparably developed technology, modern technology with electricity as the main energy source.

And here is the southernmost modern city in the country, Suizhou.

Fang Xiaobei looked at the sign next to the street lamp.

It's weird,

The lines on it are crooked, and they should be the words of this world.

Fang Xiaobei didn't know the words of this world, but in the blink of an eye, the meaning was transformed into the words of the previous life, covering the lines.

The signboard reads: Please go straight at the exit of the park.

Park?

Fang Xiaobei checked his memory with the doubts in his heart, and immediately understood.

It is a park built to commemorate the martyrs, who died not only for their country, but for all mankind.

Cause of Death: Defend against a mysterious invasion.

Mysterious Invasion ...... What is it?

Is it the name of an organization?

Among those memory fragments, Fang Xiaobei didn't find the answer, so he had to hold the question without delving into it.

He walked in the direction of the sign, and there was a pavilion at the end of the road, and next to it was a small house.

There is a large lamp in the pavilion, which hangs from the roof beam of the pavilion and is very eye-catching in the night.

Fang Xiaobei approached the pavilion, and through the light, he could see seven or eight people lying in the pavilion.

Everyone in the pavilion was ragged, covered with thin paper, and held a palm-sized object in his hand, which he knew from memory fragments was called telephones, and the group of people was called beggars.

The glow from the phone shone on the beggars, illuminating their faces, with drunken smiles.

Sensing Fang Xiaobei's approach, a beggar spoke in an emotionless voice:

"Go to the bathroom, there's no place for you here."

During the whole process, this beggar didn't look at Fang Xiaobei directly, even a glance.

"Toilet...... I guess that's the house. Fang Xiaobei thought to himself.

He remained silent and walked towards the side hut.

A screen suddenly lit up at the door of the hut, and a mechanical female voice sounded:

"Welcome to the restroom, this is a public place, please pay attention to environmental hygiene, a small step forward, a big step of civilization."

Fang Xiaobei was startled by this voice and immediately alerted.

After a long time, when there was no danger, he eased up, relaxed a little, and slowly walked into the toilet.

When footsteps are detected, the interior of the toilet automatically lights up in warm tones to drive away the darkness, and the atmosphere of the entire toilet becomes warmer, the sound of running water sounds, and the pungent smell of detergent quickly fills the entire toilet.

Fang Xiaobei stood in front of the mirror, picked up a handful of water, and put it on his face.

moment

Lift up your wet face and look at the unfamiliar faces in the mirror.

I was really resurrected, or reincarnated.

When I sighed, the lights suddenly went out, the toilet fell into darkness, and the warmth was gone, and the cold returned.

Fang Xiaobei's body immediately tensed, and he immediately turned around, and then he saw the lights in the pavilion flickering strangely twice.

He lowered his breath and made a defensive stance, but the next moment, his pupils dilated violently.

Because

Between the flickering lights, he saw a dark shadow flash quickly through the doorway.