Fang Xiu turned on his cell phone, which had been turned off, and threw it on the table, while taking out the things he had obtained from the white killer. "Wallet, cell phone, watch!" "Plus a pistol, a sniper rifle, and an electric bike!" In addition to the electric bike parked downstairs, all five items were lined up in front of Fang Xiu. The sniper rifle was packed in a takeout box, and Fang Xiu also saw spare pistol magazines and bullets in it. Fang Xiu first picked up the other party's cell phone. In this era, cell phones record a person's habits and everything in their life circle. If you want to find any clues, the cell phone is definitely the fastest. However, Fang Xiu found that the other party's cell phone chain was not locked, and there was nothing inside, no contacts, no text messages, no photos, and even the software was original. There was no sign of logging in. It was as clean as if it had just been taken out of a cell phone store. "Could it be that there are two systems, one is the normal system, and the other is the encrypted system?" Fang Xiu looked at this unbranded smart phone and felt that this possibility was very high, so he decided to find someone to take a look later. There were 2,000 RMB and three cards in the wallet, but nothing to prove his identity. A blue bank card that Fang Xiu couldn't recognize, with a flowing DW and bank card number on the front, and the phone number and website of the bank on the back. Fang Xiu searched for it, but couldn't find the name of the bank, let alone the website. The next card looked even more mysterious, with a black vortex on the back and a single eye on the front. There was nothing written on it, and no one knew what it did. The last card was a bar card, red, but not the common red. The first time Fang Xiu saw it, he felt that the color was the same as the blood gushing from the neck of the white killer, dark and bloody red. It had the words "Brown Sugar Bar" written in Chinese on it, and the logo was a black candy, but Fang Xiu felt that it looked more like a lip print. "No. 103, Zhongxi Road, Shanghe District!" Fang Xiu wrote down the address and decided to check it out later. The white killer carried the bar card with him, which meant that he either often went to this bar or there was something special about this bar. Either way, it was worth Fang Xiu's visit. Fang Xiu threw away his wallet and put the money and card in his pocket. After fiddling with it for a while, Fang Xiu picked up the pistol. It was a Glock 17 pistol. The safety was on the trigger and could be found at a glance. It was very handsome. Fang Xiu usually liked to watch gun battle movies, but this was the first time he encountered and saw such a real thing. Fang Xiu opened the safety again, held the gun with both hands, aimed at the sky outside the window, and then made a sound like a gunshot: "Bang!" After playing with it for a while, Fang Xiu put it away with satisfaction, sorted out all the things left by the white monster killer, and started his next exploration again. He found a pen in the room and took out a notebook from his loose jeans. Fang Xiu doesn't keep a diary, but he likes to record some important things to prevent himself from forgetting. He doesn't use a mobile phone to record such things. In comparison, he prefers a notebook. Perhaps because of the habit he developed when he was a child, he is generally more organized in doing things. Fang Xiu recalled his dream last night, the circumstances of his death each time, and the huge silver clock in the white space. He analyzed his strange ability bit by bit. As a basis for him to kill the opponent in adversity, it may be an important reliance for Fang Xiu to survive in the future. Fang Xiu needs to figure out everything about this strange ability and the silver clock. "1. The silver clock, I guess it may be related to my ability to be reborn." "2. Rebirth is triggered by death. Every time I die, the silver clock will automatically activate and go back to about fifteen minutes ago." "3. Every time I die, the white space and the silver clock will have black pollution from the bottom, polluting my soul, the white space and the silver clock. I guess it may be the price to pay for death and rebirth, so death and rebirth may not be unlimited. After reaching a certain number of times, I may die directly, or something terrible and horrible will happen." "4. To be supplemented." After closing the notebook and stretching, Fang Xiu picked up his mobile phone. Sure enough, there were a lot of missed calls on it. They were all from the manager of the home appliance company where he worked. There were also several text messages. The tone was very annoyed and angry, and directly told Fang Xiu not to come tomorrow. Fang Xiu had just graduated and worked as a salesman in that company. He had been working there for almost a year. However, because the business of this company was mainly to maintain some old customers, Fang Xiu, a newbie, was basically excluded and suppressed by old colleagues. Even if he made some achievements and developed new customers, they were all taken away by his superiors. Fang Xiu had no other options. He had no choice but to sell the company's customer information behind his boss's back, or take over the company's orders and take them to other companies to do, to cheat the middleman, or to squeeze out the warehouse manager who was originally in charge of logistics, and then sign a rebate with another logistics company. Only in this way, the little money he got could barely maintain his life. "Alas, there is no way, life!" "It's so hard!" But now it seems that Fang Xiu can't do this difficult job anymore. He can only send a resignation text message, and he doesn't even think about going back to pack up and get this month's salary. Anyway, he has almost got what he should get. This salary will be left to the unscrupulous black-hearted bosses to let them know how upright and selfless he is. He works hard in the company not for money, but for dreams. Let this dirty money pollute their eyes and shame their hearts. At this moment, the sky is getting dark. Various emergencies today have exhausted Fang Xiu. He only ate one piece of bread all day. At this moment, Fang Xiu is starving. Fang Xiu went to a food stall opposite the hotel and ordered a plate of twice-cooked pork and soup. After eating, Fang Xiu fell asleep and was not awakened until 1 a.m. by the timer. Fang Xiu was still very sleepy, but he knew he had to get up immediately, because he had to take advantage of the night and no one around to dispose of the body in the alley on Park Road. Throwing the body under the narrow sewer was just a stopgap measure, and Fang Xiu was not stupid enough to think that it was over. In a few days, the body would rot and stink, and it would definitely be discovered. By then, through monitoring and investigation, it would be easy to find Fang Xiu. There were too many strange things about this body, especially after death, the appearance revealed was not like a human at all, but a monster. Fang Xiu didn't want to get into this kind of trouble, so he had to take advantage of it and get rid of the body quickly. As long as the body was disposed of, the identity of this killer was mysterious and strange, and he was a foreigner, and it would pass over after a while. Fang Xiu took out the waterproof cloth, hemp sack, and rope that he had prepared in the afternoon, turned on his phone, looked at the route that had been marked long ago, avoided places where there might be night traffic police and patrol police, avoided roads with a large number of surveillance cameras, and prepared to set off. When Fang Xiu left, it was quiet. The hotel owner at the front desk was sleeping. Fang Xiu didn't want anyone to know that he left in the middle of the night.