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Fang Xiu had a dream--

　　In his dream, he became an existence that swims in the long river of time.

　　There is a saying that human beings are three-dimensional creatures living in the four-dimensional universe. Each three-dimensional creature is a grain of sand in a long river of time, and can only flow down the river in the time dimension, and he is a fish in the river. , You can swim along, you can go upstream, and even jump out of the long river of time. He is a high-dimensional creature that has jumped out of the constraints of the time dimension.

　　Although he can't change the flow of the entire river of time, nor can he let the river of time flow backwards, but he can let himself shuttle in time freely and jump out of the shackles of time. This feeling is simply refreshing.

　　"I am God!"

　　Then, then he woke up.

　　Fang Xiu washed his face, put on his glasses, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was a tall and thin young man in his early twenties. There was nothing special except that his hair was shorter and more energetic. Of it.

　　Fang Xiu's face was still dripping with water on his chin, looking at him, his eyes filled with doubts: "How come you have such a strange dream?"

　　Fang Xiu's name was once said to be a little unlucky, and it smelled like Fang Xiu until he died, but what Fang Xiu didn't expect was that starting from today, his life would go on a path that never stopped.

　　After Fang Xiu finished washing, he looked at the perpetual calendar on the wall. Now it is exactly 8:23. He is renting on the first floor. The bottom floor is the garage. It takes a flight of stairs to open the door. Out of the apartment building, he started his busy day and work.

　　However, Fang Xiu, who had just walked out of the door, did not find a figure on the stairs. A pair of indifferent eyes looked at Fang Xiu who was walking out.

　　He wore a black headgear, dressed like a food delivery person, holding an axe, raised his foot, and jumped onto the corner window of the corridor, with a standard posture like a professional diver.

　　He holds a fire axe in one hand in his right hand. The axe has a large blade and looks a bit curved. It is said that it was made according to some human mechanics, Barabara, and it was taken down from the corridor by the opponent.

　　He stretched his hands straight and closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the wind, and as if he was about to soar in the wind, his knees were slightly bent, and his feet were gently tapping the lower window sill.

　　"One!"

　　"two!"

　　"three!"

　　Fang Xiu walked out of the passage and stepped out of the apartment building. The other party leaped from a high altitude as if pinching a stopwatch, carrying a huge amount of power, and knocking Fang Xiu's head with an axe.

　　That method was quite cruel. The axe broke open his head and embedded in it. Before Fang Xiu could react, he knelt down.

　　The murderer drew the axe out, and suddenly the brain and blood splashed out. When Fang Xiu's corpse fell to the ground, it was not known whether it was because it was not completely dead or because of nerve twitching. Like a dying lobster, it looked terrifying.

　　"What's the matter? I'm dead?" Fang Xiu's face was pressed against the concrete floor, his pupils were filled with surprise and trepidation, everything he saw with his eyes turned hazy, and finally plunged into darkness.

　　"Tick!"

　　This sound seemed like a drop of water dripping into the world, breaking all space and order, and setting off endless waves. From the long river of time and space, an invisible hand of illusion grabbed Fang Xiu's consciousness and soul.

　　Without vision, this looks at the world from a peculiar and mysterious perspective. The whole world, tall buildings, earth, everything is transformed into grids and lines.

　　Then the grids and lines continue to blur, everything is retreating crazily, turning into afterimages, the lines and lines merge and disappear, and the whole world becomes a pure white.

　　Fang Xiu saw a silver pocket watch hanging from the sky. The silver clock was exquisite and gorgeous, full of classical grace, but it occupies the entire field of vision. The big Fang Xiu could not even see the whole, Fang Xiu In front of it, the insignificance was like a grain of sand floating in front of it. The entire white world was left with Fang Xiuhe's huge clock.

　　The clock is so delicate that it is hard to imagine. On the case, all the tools that can be used for timekeeping are constantly emerging and disillusioned, such as standard watches, sundials, omissions, incense seals, sand clocks, oil lamp clocks, candle clocks, etc., Fang Xiu has seen You can see all the timing tools that you haven't seen, those you know, and those you don't know about.

　　In the corner exposed from the inside, you can see that it is made up of countless small and densely packed gears, and there are countless special symbols engraved on it.

　　"Tick!"

　　When Fang Xiu watched it, the second hand of the clock finally began to turn, and the stationary gears followed like a chain reaction.

　　"Tick! Tick! Tick!" The hollow-printed second hand turned faster and faster, approaching the afterimage, driving the minute hand to rotate violently.

　　"Ding Dong!"

　　In the end, it sounded like an alarm bell, indicating that the time had come.

　　At this moment, Fang Xiu opened his eyes, and he woke up again.

　　Fang Xiu looked at himself in the mirror, holding a wash cup in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, and he shook suddenly. The toothbrush and the cup in his hand fell to the ground at the same time.

　　"What the hell?"

　　Fang Xiu raised his head dullly and looked at the perpetual calendar. The time on it was-8:11.

　　Although he didn't understand the situation, Fang Xiu's instinct and everything he had seen before told him that he should have returned to ten minutes ago, and at the moment outside the apartment building, there is a guy who is staring at him and preparing to kill himself.

　　The pain of the axe breaking his head and the despair of facing death were still deeply imprinted in Fang Xiu's mind. Fang Xiu didn't know why the other party wanted to kill himself, but Fang Xiu knew that he would never be that way. Forget it, let the other party also taste his feelings.

　　"That guy should have jumped from the window on the corner of the stairs on the second floor.