"No, I have to get out of here!" Joey looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, his heart racing. He needed to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, this room, and this plot that was destined for a tragic end!
He began to rummage through the room, trying to find something useful. He opened the closet, and in front of his eyes was a row of well-tailored designer clothes, along with various luxurious accessories. For someone preparing to flee, these things were simply a burden.
"It's good to be rich!" Joey couldn't help but mutter, grabbing a loose men's sportswear jacket and a baseball cap from the closet, quickly putting them on.
Just as he was about to open the door and escape, a strange scene flashed in his mind—
A dimly lit courtyard, several ferocious-looking men surrounding him, their fists and feet raining down on his body. The scene was so real, as if he were experiencing it firsthand, making him feel waves of stinging pain.
"What... what's going on?" Joey covered his head, the scene in his mind still vivid, this was not his memory, but the pain of being beaten was real, as if he had just gone through it.
"Could it be... this is foresight? Do I also have the protagonist's halo?!" Joey didn't dare believe his guess, but there was a faint excitement in his heart. If he really had the ability to foresee the future, wouldn't he be able to change his fate?
He looked out the door again, and a new scene appeared in his mind. In the scene, as soon as he opened the door, he was grabbed by several people who were lying in wait outside, and then it was the scene of him being beaten he had just seen.
"Damn it! It really is foresight! The timing is too perfect, I can't even get out the door now!" Joey now completely believed in his ability, but, this ability seemed useless! He was like a trapped beast in a cage, knowing there was danger outside, but helpless.
"Calm down, calm down! If I remember correctly, I have 8 minutes left!" Joey took a deep breath, looking down at his watch, the hands stopped at 7:52. He predicted that his precognition ability should have a time limit. If he had been able to foresee this scene when he first woke up, he might not be trapped inside now. However, there were still 8 minutes left, enough for him to do some things.
He tiptoed to the door, locked it, and then quickly started thinking of countermeasures. According to the plot development in the novel, he would soon be blocked at the door and beaten up, and then directly receive a death flag. He gritted his teeth, determined not to sit still and wait for death!
Joey paced back and forth in the room, his eyes quickly scanning every corner, trying to find a breakthrough. His gaze finally landed on the glass door leading to the balcony. The balcony was on the second floor. Although jumping down from here might result in injury, it was better than being surrounded and beaten.
However, just as he was about to act, a new premonition scene appeared in his mind.
In the scene, as soon as he jumped off the balcony, he was caught by the people lying in wait below, and then another beating.
"Damn it! They want me dead!" Joey roared in a low voice, throwing the pillows beside him to the ground as he cursed. He realized that he was too naive. He thought that having the ability to foresee the future would allow him to change his fate, but he didn't expect that he could not escape this pre-set plot at all.
"No, there must be a way!" Joey started to calm down. He now had the ability to foresee the future, and can know what is about to happen in advance, and can use this to avoid risks. This was the superpower that God had given him to compensate him for changing his fate. He must seize the time and make a response before the premonition scene happens!
He looked at the window on the other side of the balcony, and a new premonition scene appeared in his mind, this time, the scene showed that he left from the window.
"It seems that this method is feasible!" Joey was secretly happy, and immediately went to the window to check, but found that other than jumping out of the window, there was no way to escape.
"Damn it! Another trap!" Joey couldn't help but curse, thinking that the plot was really full of pitfalls!
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration! Could it be that my premonition scene shows me escaping by jumping out of the window? But the window was so high from the ground, if he jumped directly, even if he didn't die, he might break his leg, which would prevent him from escaping.
"However, in the scene, I did leave from the window... which means jumping out of the window is feasible!" Joey stared out the window, and leaned out again to carefully observe. Below the window was not hard ground, but a garden with lush greenery.
"Great, there's always a way out!" He was overjoyed and decided to use the plants in the garden as a buffer to escape this mansion.
There wasn't much time! The premonition scene of people about to break down the door was constantly flashing like a death note. He took a deep breath, quickly climbed onto the windowsill, closed his eyes, and jumped.
"Thump!" His body fell on the soft vegetation with a muffled sound. Although it hurt a bit, he was fine. He didn't have time to be thankful and quickly climbed up from the bushes, hiding himself behind the dense leaves, trying to calm his racing heart.
Through the gaps in the leaves, he saw someone stick their head out of the window, looking around. He held his breath, not daring to move, until the person withdrew their head, and he finally slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Joey raised his head, looked around, and searched for his next escape route. In his mind, a premonition scene flashed again—the scene showed him carefully traversing the garden and finally arriving at a hidden alley.
"This is promising." Joey thought that this alley was a good place to escape.
He held his breath, quietly weaving through the flowers and came to the alley.
However, when he tried to predict his next move again, the scene made his heart sink: as soon as he walked out of the alley, he was blocked by a group of people.
"Damn it, it's like this again!" Joey felt that his escape path was full of danger. He had clearly avoided the door, avoided the balcony, but was still blocked at the alley entrance.
But that alley was the only escape route at the moment. Apart from that, he had nowhere else to go. He reanalyzed the details in the scene, and found that the end of the alley connected to a busy road with traffic, and a green garbage truck just happened to pass by.
"That's it!" Joey's eyes lit up, and he immediately decided to take a gamble. He quietly approached the alley entrance, waiting for the scene in the premonition to gradually reappear.
As soon as he came out of the alley, he was indeed blocked by a group of people.
"Good kid, you actually managed to escape here. It seems like you're not as useless as they say." A leader-looking man waved to the others.
"Who are you? Have you mistaken me for someone else?" Knowing that villains die from talking too much, Joey wanted to say a few more words to stall for time, but he suddenly realized that he was also a villain now, and hesitated whether he should say a few more words. "Why are villains making things difficult for other villains?" He pleaded in his heart.
"You don't need to know who we are, just know that you are the person we are looking for, that's all." The other person said casually, seemingly certain that Joey had nowhere to escape. After speaking, he waved his hand, signaling the others to step forward.
"Brother, this is a misunderstanding. You must be mistaken." The garbage truck he expected had not yet appeared, and Joey had no choice but to speak to stall for time. If he didn't speak now, he might not have a chance to speak later.
However, the person on the other side also seemed to know that villains die from talking too much, and no longer responded to Joey.
Just as a group of people were approaching him, he saw a green garbage truck coming towards them on the road. Perhaps fearing exposure, these people stopped their approach and turned their heads to look at the garbage truck.
Perhaps the street was too dimly lit, or perhaps there were too many people in front, the driver turned on the headlights as a precaution. Taking advantage of the crowd being blinded by the light, Joey endured the discomfort and rushed to the roadside, taking the opportunity to jump into the back of the garbage truck as it passed.
"Quick, grab him, don't let him run away." The leader's frustrated voice came from behind, followed by the sound of a group of people's footsteps.
Seemingly not wanting to cause trouble, the garbage truck did not stop, but instead accelerated and drove away into the distance.
"Great, I've escaped a disaster!" He struggled to move around in the pile of garbage while observing the surrounding movement. The people and sounds chasing him had all faded away.
At that moment, the familiar feeling came again, and the scene of the premonition flooded his mind. In the scene, the garbage truck slowly drove into an old garbage disposal station, and the mechanical rumble echoed around. A pair of rough hands suddenly reached into the garbage pile and dragged him out. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he clearly felt a series of punches and kicks raining down on him, and the pain almost swallowed his consciousness.
"Ah, I'm going crazy!" He covered his head, his body trembling slightly from the intense discomfort brought by the premonition. He couldn't understand why the plot was always targeting him like this, as if fate had already arranged one bad play after another, and he could only be forced to play a role in it.
"I can't just sit here and wait for death! This time, no matter what, I have to change this script!" He gritted his teeth, struggling to sit up from the pile of garbage, his eyes scanning his surroundings, trying to find a trace of possible life. The garbage truck was slowly driving through a narrow alley, and the garbage in the truck emitted a pungent stench, making his stomach involuntarily churn. But he didn't have time to take care of these discomforts, he had to act quickly.
The premonition scene appeared again. This time, he saw himself being abandoned in a dark alley, covered in blood, surrounded by piles of rotting garbage. The stench was mixed with the smell of damp soil, making it almost suffocating. He lay on the ground, like a discarded rag doll, unable to fight back. "Why is it always this ending?" He clenched his teeth, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, a mixture of fear and anger in his heart.
"This time, the premonition time is too short! No, I have to think of something quickly!" He felt like his head was about to split, and his strength seemed to be draining away quickly. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, his eyes on the rear door of the garbage truck. The speed of the car seemed to slow down because of the crowded road, which might be his only opportunity.
He steeled himself and, clinging to the edge of the garbage truck, jumped the instant the speed slowed. "Bang!" His body slammed heavily on the hard ground, his back felt intense pain, and his head also slammed against the concrete, causing him to feel dizzy. The pain rushed in like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He gritted his teeth and tried to support himself, but his limbs were as weak as mud.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and the surrounding scenery became blurred. He vaguely saw himself lying on a desolate path, surrounded by abandoned warehouses, the tin walls of which were mottled with rust. The wind was mixed with a decaying smell, and the smell of dirt, which made it hard to breathe. An old cardboard box was blown by the wind for a few rounds and then stopped, like the silence of this place.
He tried to open his eyes, but his vision was gradually swallowed by darkness. Before his consciousness completely dissipated, a deep despair surged into his heart: "Could it be that no matter how hard I struggle, I can't escape the arrangement of fate?"