It was the night of June 20th. Xu Lang didn't have any strange emotions on his face. He was uniquely flat and calm, standing in front of the window. He had been standing here for a long, long time.
The external weather did not exceed his expectations. It was still a stormy night, with heavy rain and strong wind. Even if the doors and windows were locked at the moment, he could still feel the coolness in the cracks.
The wind creaked, and desperately drilled into the room, making a buzzing noise. The rain was violent, breaking one by one on the glass windows, crackling.
This is the worst weather in recent times.
Xu Lang watched all this quietly. He was looking for the only beauty in the dilapidated scene. Perhaps it was the warm light on the tower directly opposite, or the neon traffic neon that represented the smell of fireworks. In short, his mentality was extremely plain.
He slowly raised the watch, and the pointer at this moment was pointing to midnight on June 20 at ten and forty. He made a plan early and showed up fifty minutes earlier, leaving enough time on the road to pinch a point. , Entered the Shenshen apartment exactly at eleven thirty.
Although this is a plan, it is not complicated, and there are very few things he can do.
When he slowly lowered his wrist, he touched the surface of the window full of water vapor, and the pale and thin face on it became clear. Without any hesitation, Xu Lang turned around and grabbed it. His backpack walked downstairs.
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In a certain room on the third floor, there were warm rooms full of warm colors. On a table, two men and a woman were sitting around the table. The headed man looked ordinary but tall, and he glanced left and right.
The strong blond man nodded towards the ordinary man, and the cute short-haired girl on the other side hesitated and nodded heavily.
"The matter is not that complicated. The first time we enter the mission, we will dial the group call in time, stay alert at all times, and immediately move towards the nearest meeting point!" The ordinary man has a heavy voice, and in the final stage, no one has any more energy. Thinking about the rest, he didn't even have the right to panic.
"Only the three of us are in a group! There is no hope of survival!"
The three people heard the word "hope" with their eyes, and they turned their gazes at the center of the table at the same time, and quietly placed the half vermilion rattle.
They don't have the ability and time to verify the special abilities of the rattle, but obviously this is the last hope. If it is useless, then they will not have the ability to survive!
The ordinary man took the lead, placed his palm on the rattle, and glanced left and right.
Then, the blond man and the cute girl folded their hands together, and the lives of the three people were all on the same rope!
"The last hour and ten minutes!"
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At the same time, in the room on the second floor, there are only three people in the originally huge space, sitting on the sofa with a heavy atmosphere.
A trembling young man shivered constantly. The back of his neck was wrapped in gauze, and a little red blood oozes from the white gauze. It was a little shocking. He stretched his finger over, but he was immediately caught in a tunic suit beside him Middle-aged man knocked down.
"Human power can't get rid of the eyeball curse, don't think about its existence, it gets worse and worse!" The man in the tunic suit snapped.
This time, the young man shivered with fright. His lips trembled and looked at the opposite side of the sofa, the only figure sitting upright, the man full of sorrow and gloom. Unwilling to seem to have been unable to volatilize.
"Boss... please don't give up on me, we should take care of each other when we enter the mission!" The young man's crying appeal did not change the mood of the gloomy man.
He took a deep breath and faintly said, "I have already said that to you. It is Rong Chuan and the three who suffered first when entering the mission tonight. We will be safe for a while!"
"But, the next day during the day we are likely to..."
"I know!" The gloomy man violently interrupted the young man's worries. He had long been fed up with such long complaints and panic. "I repeat, the evil spirits will never kill all the performers on the first day. Kill, then the game is meaningless. We have a quarter of the chance that we can delay it!"
"The only way to find Zero and convince him to help us before cursing out of control is your turn. This is the last hope!"
After speaking these words, the gloomy man slowly lowered his head, stretched out his wrist, glanced at the time, and said in a deep voice:
"The last hour and ten minutes!"
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It was 10:40 in the middle of the night on June 20th. The man with earless ears at this time did not have a trace of urgency or anxiety on his face. Instead, he greeted him with a calm emotion, watching the passage of time.
"The time is coming. I want to come to Xu Lang and have already started the action..."
The earless man was the only person in this room. He sat on the corner of the bed and did nothing, just waiting for the time to come.
A uniquely shaped knife is placed on his legs. It is a sharp blade concealed by a pure black scabbard. The delicate and winding lines flow on the sheath. Obviously it is made of a special material. There is no reflection under the cold light.
This weird blade, which was not like a long knife or a short knife, accompanied the man for a long time. He slowly picked it up, and lightened the thin blade of the paper little by little, and a sound of dragon chants came. The radiant metal blade appeared.
The man with missing ears picked up a pure white handkerchief from his wife and wiped it delicately.
It can be seen that he cherishes this knife very much, because it was a gift from his once beloved one, but the beautiful woman has passed away, and only this thing remains today.
The knife was wiped, and there was nothing he could do, but his expression became more solemn.
I don't know whether it is the open window welcoming the wind and rain, or the temperament of the blade itself, which makes the body of this earless man shrouded in a strong chill.
Time passed by, and he just waited with the knife in his hand, because he knew that only the last time was left before this super terrifying mission.
"The last hour and ten minutes!"
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The person who knew Xu Lang's actions was not only him, but there was another person in the newspaper.
The most powerful person recognized by this newspaper is standing in front of the window with his face grimly. He has been standing here for a long, long time. He can guess when Xu Lang will set off, because if he is changed to be himself , Will also choose this time.
"Half an hour before the start of the task, a smooth transition into the task is the perfect solution!"
It’s no wonder that Xu Lang has said several times that he and this grim man are natural rivals and rare confidantes, and all these two people can be in the center of all kinds of clues, even if Xu Lang never talked to him about what is today. thing.
The grim man was dressed in a black shirt, with an extremely fitting size, matched with his upright figure and handsome face, standing outside the wind and rain like the stars in the sky, shining and mysterious.
Those deep black eyes that can be immersed in him are filled with an unintelligible look. He lowered his eyes and looked at the street under the window, where there was a lot of traffic, even in this kind of weather, this kind of time, There is still no rest in Shanghai, a prosperous international city.
He couldn't see the world cut off by rain, and he couldn't see the location on the street. Whether there was a thin man who was heading towards Xicheng District, he was just watching.
For the next task, he is not prepared, maybe he is ready at any time.
Then he opened the window in front of him abruptly, and the sharp wind was blowing cold rain, slapped towards his stern face, the hair that had been combed behind his head fluttered backwards, he chose to break the window and watched Xu Langli with his own eyes. go with.
In the heavy rain there, there really appeared a staggered but firm figure, walking in the cold wind without an umbrella, with such heavy steps.
Looking at this scene, the grim man looked up at the sky slightly, and said a sentence that was completely different from the words of other executors in the newspaper, and it was full of deep meaning.
"The rain is too heavy, no need to open an umbrella..."
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Xu Lang, the only executor who walked out of the newspaper at this moment, faced the violent wind. The cold rain wet his hair, and he had retracted his glasses into his pocket.
In this case, it makes no difference whether he wears glasses or not. Anyway, he can't see the road ahead clearly.
"The rain is too heavy, there is no need to hold an umbrella..." He walked on the neon flashing street against the wind and rain on the west side, and coincidentally said exactly the same words with the grim man.
It's just that God knows whether the deep meaning behind it is consistent or not, if there is a God.
Xu Lang wiped the raindrops on his face and squinted his eyes to look around. He was looking for a vehicle that could drive. It is impossible to go to the deep apartment by walking. It’s just that every vehicle is wiped away. The cars passing by are extremely fast. In this kind of weather, everyone has to rush home and will not delay too much time on the road.
This caused Xu Lang to a certain degree of trouble. He tucked his slightly longer hair behind his head and did not choose to take a taxi because he couldn't believe whether he would also encounter the evil spirits of the drivers in the first two batches.
It is now known that the driver is an evil person rather than a newspaper office. The difference is still huge, and Xu Lang does not dare to gamble by himself.
However, he has been standing in the wind for more than five minutes, but he still couldn't stop any car. His body subconsciously couldn't stand the baptism of such a heavy rain, and he began to shudder instinctively, which made him feel anxious.
Finally, after Xu Lang's eyes flickered several times, he put his hand into the slung backpack.
This time he chose a diagonal shoulder bag, because he found that although the shoulder bag is labor-saving, it is often caught by evil spirits from behind, which leads to escape. Now they can borrow too few tools and can only do it in detail. , The model of the bag must be considered.
What Xu Lang grabbed from his bag was a dark pistol. In the same dark night, no one could see the man in the middle of the street blocking the way. It was so arrogant.
He watched the car that shuttled through the puddle in front of him, and brought the cold rain to the car, slowly raised his wrist towards the broken sky, and slowly pulled the trigger.
At the same time, Xu Lang looked at the wide-eyed and panicked car driver, and said silently in his heart: "I'm sorry, I want to rob!"
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Today’s update is actually better, and there is no nonsense in the literary and drama. It not only explains the plot, but also accurately writes everyone’s psychology before facing unsolvable tasks. This is the mirror, hehe. (End of this chapter)