The smell of death.
"The first question: Why does the other party know where I am going to pass by? The calculation is so accurate, and I have predicted where I will be waiting?"
Fang Xiu suddenly raised his head and glanced across the sky, as if his neck was sore. After a twist, he immediately lowered, but for an instant, he had already seen a drone behind him in a blind spot.
"So that's what happened?" Fang Xiu walked forward and figured out his first cause of death.
"The second one: Why don't you do it early? Instead, you do it in a dark alley?"
"One is that the other party is jealous, and he doesn't want to make a huge impact in society, and the other is that the other party may be The weird rebirth that I found in my body was probably directed at that weird clock. He wanted to kill me and then take such a thing from me."
"So he needs my body, not in the public. Kill me below."
Fang Xiu now has the first choice to escape death. As long as he stays in a disturbance or in a police station, the other party will not dare to do it easily. It just keeps on like this, it's just a temporary escape, too much. passive.
The second is to face the difficulties and kill the opponent, so that the crisis can be completely resolved and the answer can be obtained, but it is difficult to imagine, and even calculations are not necessary.
But Fang Xiu chose the second one without any hesitation, so now, there was only the last question left.
"How can I kill the other party?"
Fang Xiu raised his head, saw a small supermarket, and immediately an idea and plan came out.
Fang Xiu walked in and bought a piece of bread, a tube of tomato ketchup (it looks like toothpaste) for spreading the bread, and a small knife for sharpening pencils.
"Check out!" Fang Xiu stood in front of the cashier and looked out of the window. He didn't see the shadow of the drone. At this time, he should be overlooking it to prevent Fang Xiu from escaping through the back door.
"Fifteen! Want a bag?" said the female cashier.
"No need!"
Fang Xiu walked out, unpacked the bread, stuffed it in his mouth and tore it hard. The whole person felt the blood swell up.
Fang Xiu is a calm and humorous person. He is born with a big heart, so deaths again and again are not enough to crush Fang Xiu. Instead, Fang Xiu's natural pursuit of excitement and tension in Fang Xiu's blood is brought into play. come out.
Now Fang Xiu has a small knife that can only sharpen a pencil in his arms, just like a bronze elementary school student who just went out with a Duolan sword.
And what he had to face was a king with rich experience, superior consciousness, coquettish position, and a godly costume, 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 watching his blood flow helplessly while struggling, a little bit of despair of dying.
The time was three minutes later than originally scheduled, and it was still at the same intersection. Fang Xiu threw the bread bag into the trash can and walked out facing the exit.
Against the light, the sun's rays came in from the entrance of the alley, gray slates and green trash cans. As soon as Fang Xiu stepped out of the alley, a bullet was ejected from the gun barrel on the roof of the building opposite.
Fang Xiu collapsed, knocked over the trash can and fell into a pile of rubbish.
And the person on the top of the building opposite had a sense of relief in his eyes. Without even looking, he confirmed that the other party was dead. He was very confident in his marksmanship, and he didn't believe that such an ordinary person could escape his own bullets.
Blew the whistle and quickly disassembled the gun. It was as if he had gone through thousands of times of training, and then put the parts into his takeaway box, hugged it for a few quick jumps, went down the stairs and rode on his own electric The car, coming towards this intersection.
There are usually no people here, not to mention that this time is around one in the afternoon, when the crowd is the least, he is not worried about where people pass by and see Fang Xiu's body.