The police arrived 20 minutes later, but instead of taking the psychopath away, they took Fang Xiu away. "Tell the truth, why did you call the police?" People were coming and going in the police station, and a middle-aged square-faced man looked at Fang Xiu sternly. "Do you think it's funny?" His originally calm tone suddenly turned into anger, and he slammed the table. "You're wasting police resources, don't you know? According to the law, we can detain you!" "There really is a psychopathic murderer. He is holding an axe and standing in the stairwell above my house. He is also wearing a black hood. If you don't believe me, you can watch the surveillance. There is a surveillance in the stairwell, and it can definitely be captured!" Fang Xiu wanted to explain. "The apartment you live in is very old, and the surveillance cameras are broken. They are just for show. You knew this, so you dared to make a false police report, right? You were bored and thought it was fun to call 110? I catch a lot of young people like you every month, and this week is the third one!" "Write a self-criticism, more than a thousand words, and be profound, otherwise you will have to spend the night here!" The police uncle looked furious, but he was still a good person. He did not detain Fang Xiu as he said, but asked him to write a thousand-word self-criticism. When Fang Xiu walked out of the police station, it was already past noon. The sun was in the sky. The afternoon light seemed scorching, but it also had a lazy smell that made people drowsy. Fang Xiu was quite familiar with the Park Road area. He was very hungry, but Fang Xiu had no appetite at all. He was still thinking about the guy who wanted to kill him. The other party ran away when he saw the police, which showed that he was still afraid of him. But the guy who wanted to kill him would definitely not give up like this. "I can't go home. I have to find a place to hide and figure out what happened. What is the reason for this strange situation? And who wants to kill me..." Fang Xiu turned from the main road to the small road with a worried look on his face and entered an alley. As soon as he walked out of the alley, Fang Xiu felt a heavy blow to his head. He lost all his strength and was carried away. The severe pain spread from his forehead to his whole body. He felt dizzy as if he was flying in the air. A bullet pierced Fang Xiu's forehead, leaving a fist-sized hole in the back of his head. Fang Xiu knocked over the trash can and fell into the garbage dump. At the moment of death, Fang Xiu saw a shadow on the top of a deserted furniture mall building opposite, pointing a gun at him. "Damn! Sniper rifle!" ——————————————— This was the third time he died. Fang Xiu passed through the clock space again, but the bottom of the originally pure white world had turned into a black quagmire, and Fang Xiu's body was also stained with black spots, like rotten black spots. The outer shell of the clock was also contaminated by black and rusted. "What does this mean?" "Could it be that there is a limit to rebirth! If this goes on, I can't be reborn again and again. If I die again, I might really die." "I must find a way to break this situation, survive, and then... kill that bastard!" Fang Xiu was already extremely angry. Fang Xiu returned to the door of the police station again, in the same posture as when he just stepped out of the door. The voice of the police uncle behind him still rang in his ears. Fang Xiu walked outside calmly, but in his mind, one thought and question after another kept popping up. He sorted out the answers he wanted, and Fang Xiu tried to find a breakthrough from them to get out of the desperate situation he was facing. However, he didn't have much time left. At least a dozen minutes, at most, if he delayed a little longer, a bullet would penetrate his head again, letting him taste death again. "The first question: How did the other party know where I was going to pass? The calculation was so accurate, and he had already predicted where he was waiting for me?" Fang Xiu suddenly raised his head, his eyes swept across the sky, and as if his neck was twisted by pain, he immediately lowered his head, but in an instant, he had already seen a drone in the blind spot behind him. "So that's what happened?" Fang Xiu continued to move forward and figured out the first cause of his death. "Then the second: Why didn't he act earlier? Why did he act in a dark alley?" "First, the other party is afraid, he doesn't want to make a huge impact in society, and second, the other party may be related to the strange rebirth found in me, and it is very likely that he came for the strange clock. He wants to kill me and take this thing from me." "So he needs my body, and can't kill me in public." Fang Xiu now has the first option to escape death. As long as he stays in the riot or the police station, the other party will not dare to act easily. If he continues like this, it will only be a temporary escape, which is too passive. The second option is to face the challenge head on and kill the other party. This will completely resolve the crisis and get the answer, but the difficulty is unimaginable, and even calculations are unnecessary. But Fang Xiu chose the second option without any hesitation, so now, there is only one last question left. "How can I kill the other party?" Fang Xiu looked up and saw a small supermarket, and immediately an idea and plan came to his mind. Fang Xiu walked in and bought a loaf of bread, a tube of ketchup for spreading bread (the kind that looks like toothpaste), and a small knife usually used to sharpen pencils. "Check out!" Fang Xiu stood in front of the cashier and looked out the window. He didn't see the shadow of the drone. At this time, it should be overlooking from above to prevent Fang Xiu from escaping through the back door. "Fifteen! Do you want a bag?" said the female cashier. "No!" Fang Xiu walked out, unwrapped the bread, stuffed it into his mouth and tore it hard, and he felt his blood swell up. Fang Xiu is a calm and humorous person, born with a big heart, so repeated deaths are not enough to crush Fang Xiu, but instead let Fang Xiu's natural talent for pursuing excitement and tension play out. Now Fang Xiu was holding a small knife that could only sharpen pencils, just like a bronze elementary school student who just went out with a Doran's Blade. And what he had to face was a king who was experienced, superbly aware, had a coquettish movement, and possessed a divine outfit, but Fang Xiu felt that there was nothing to be afraid of, he just wanted to kill him. He wanted to let the other party taste the fear and pain of death, the despair of helplessly watching his own blood flow while struggling and dying bit by bit. The time was three minutes later than originally scheduled, and it was still the same intersection. Fang Xiu threw the bread bag into the trash can and walked out towards the exit. Against the light, the sun's rays shone in from the alley, the gray-white stone slabs, the green trash can, Fang Xiu had just stepped out of the alley when a bullet was ejected from the barrel of the gun on the roof of the opposite building. Fang Xiu fell down in response, knocking over the trash can and falling into a pile of garbage. The man on the rooftop opposite had a look of relief in his eyes. He didn't even look at the other person. He confirmed that the other person was dead. He was very confident in his shooting skills and didn't believe that an ordinary person like that could dodge his bullets. He whistled and quickly disassembled the gun, as if he had practiced it thousands of times. Then he put the parts into his takeout box, held it in his arms and jumped a few times quickly. He went down the stairs and rode his electric bike towards this intersection. There were usually not many people here, not to mention that it was still past one in the afternoon, when there were the least people. He was not worried that someone would pass by and see Fang Xiu's body.