At about twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, in a rental house outside Jingnan University in Jingnan City.

“…!!”

Wang Ming suddenly opened his eyes and then... he lay motionless on the bed and silently stared at the dark ceiling... It should be the ceiling there, right?

This night was really dark. The starlight that was usually vaguely visible now cannot see a trace of it. This is probably what I meant by not seeing my five fingers.

If it weren't for the familiar smell of Simmons on the bed...the familiar "man" smell, Wang Ming wouldn't be sure if he was in his hut.

"Is it a dream?"

After making a dreamlike whisper, Wang Ming stood up and turned on the desk light switch beside the bedside.

No matter what, he couldn't fall asleep anymore. Wang Ming simply turned on the Doraemon lamp on the bedside table on his left, got up, took out a pack of instant Nestle coffee from the cabinet and soaked it for himself. Since he couldn't sleep, he simply stopped sleeping. Anyway, for those teenagers, all night is just a common thing.

"Is it a dream?"

A whisper like a dream, Wang Ming took coffee and glanced around his rental house less than ten square meters.

That's right, this is a room he rented off campus during his college years. The place was small, but the relative cost was also very low. Wang Ming thought everything in the room was so familiar, because he had returned from the "fine selection" of the old furniture himself, and they spent two years in college with him... two years.

Wang Ming picked up his old Nokia phone and looked at the time above - December 16, 2013...

"Just just after twelve o'clock... Today is my birthday." Wang Ming suddenly remembered that it seemed that his birthday was today.

It's just December 16, 2013, this date...

Wang Ming suddenly stopped, and familiar and unfamiliar scenes appeared in his mind for no reason.

"Is this... the dream just now?" Wang Ming was a little uncertain.

If it is a dream, it would be a little too real, and... Is there really a dream that can last for such a long time?

Recalling the time he spent in the "Dream", a trace of gloom appeared on Wang Ming's face.

I stayed in 'that place' for more than three months... If it was a dream, it would be too incredible. It seems that no one in human history can spend such singing time in dreams, not to mention that the memory of every minute and every second in those three months was clearly remembered in my mind... But if everything was real... it would be even more unscientific!

Looking back on the impressive scenes in my memory, the haze on Wang Ming's face became increasingly dense.

As for why? Because looking at the whole memory, the most profound impression in the impression is always betrayal, betrayal and betrayal!!!

Wang Ming doesn’t know what people hate the most, but for him, what he hates the most is the betrayal of others, especially the betrayal of those he believes in!

The feeling of pain was that Wang Ming felt extremely angry and sad when he thought about it now.

"Am I the protagonist?" Raising his hands, Wang Ming looked at the palms that would be covered in blood in the future but are still clean and tidy now, and his voice was filled with heart-wrenching, "Rebirth? Isn't this the treatment that the protagonist has? Sure enough, I'm the protagonist... Hahahahahahahaha..."

"My stomach hurts so much...hahahaha..."

"Protagonist? If possible, I would rather not have this shitty protagonist!"

There was tears of sadness or joy that oozed out of the corners of his eyes, Wang Ming stopped his crazy laughter, and then gently wiped away the two lines of tears with his pair of palms that were temporarily clean.

"Although I don't want to be the protagonist, but... Since even the sky is helping me and reborn me? Then if I don't make any results, wouldn't I be too sorry, then God who values ​​me?"

Speaking of this, the haze on Wang Ming's face slightly dissipated, but the anger in his eyes became even stronger.

"**, Zhao Xuan... You two bitches are waiting for me... Don't die before I meet you."

After a declaration of secondary school, Wang Ming gradually calmed down after more than ten minutes. In addition to the fact that there was still some gloom on his face, his expression had completely returned to the calm state he had just woken up.

Always maintain the most rational state, this is the best guarantee for surviving in ‘that place’.

I spent three months in that place and didn't learn anything else, but I did this very well - better than those guys who have been there for a long time.

Maybe Wang Ming was born with a calm and calm side. If he hadn't believed the words of the two villains too much, Wang Ming might be able to occupy a place in the list of strong people in that place.

Sure enough, he is still too young? No matter what, Wang Ming is just a student living in an ivory tower. He thinks about the relationship between people too simply. Now, he was really naive at that time.

"But... Saint Seiya will not be hit by the same move... Although I am not Saint Seiya, I will not make such low IQ mistakes again."

"In that place... no one can believe it. They cherish their lives more than friendship!"

He picked up a pen and wrote this sentence on the paper, and then Wang Ming kneaded the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can on one side.

I looked at the time: 1:24 on December 16, 2013.

If history doesn't go wrong, then he still has an hour and a half to prepare.

In fact, there is nothing to prepare for... Everything in this world has no effect on that place. Even if you take a rocket launcher in, it will be just a piece of scrap iron.

so……

Just find something that turns out to be scrap iron...

Wang Ming, a poor student, naturally cannot get rocket launchers, and he doesn't need to get scrap iron... It's the same anyway. Instead of spending a lot of effort to find a scrap iron in the shape of a cannon, it's better to find a better one.

For example...a knife.

Of course, there are only kitchen knives and fruit knives in the homes of ordinary people... Well, of course, there is also the nail knives, one of the legendary seven artifacts, but that thing is useless to Wang Ming.

Wang Ming groped and took out a long strip of object wrapped in cloth from under the bed.

"I also have to thank you for your passionate life during that time in high school." Wang Ming sighed.

It is said that the age of saving the world at the age of 16... When it comes to any teenager who doesn't get second, every teenager has a superman dream in his heart.

Unlocked the yellow cloth outside the long object, and an 8-decimal meter-long machete appeared in front of Wang Ming.

I remember that at that time, the most popular movie in the school was "Hot-Blooded College"...

Touching Xueliang's blade, Wang Ming's thoughts seemed to have returned to the gambler high school era... Ahem, it seems something is wrong...

In short, if everything about that "dream" is real, then before rebirth, at least now I have an additional means to protect myself.

As the saying goes, kill the master with random punches. No matter how good the martial arts skills are, they are afraid of kitchen knives... Now that I have a machete in my hand, the safety level has increased to a higher level, right?

Wang Ming really doesn't know how to use swordsmanship or something. Before he was reborn, he took the route of fighting. The previous sentence "Hands are covered with blood" is not a metaphor, but a certain fact.

What I was best at in my previous life was to put my hand into the enemy's chest... I remember that I was awarded the title of "Bloody Ripper" at that time.

Now... although those fighting memories still exist, their physical fitness is not a little weak. If you forcefully use those fighting skills, then the outcome will probably be similar to "twisting your waist" and "sucking an arrow on your knee"...

Wang Ming kept turning some strange thoughts in his mind, and the time on his phone was also moving. By the time he came to his senses, it was 2:57:42 on December 16, 2013.

After being excited, Wang Ming knew that the most critical moment had come, and whether everything was a dream would be revealed at the next moment.

But before this, I don’t know if there is another thing I will use... But I’d better take it first...

Wang Ming put something inside the bedside table into his pocket, and then... nothing happened...

Without any signs, Wang Ming disappeared from the room.

At the same time, all the memories of Wang Ming in the world disappeared, and everything about Wang Ming seemed to have never existed before.

In other words, his ‘existence’ in this world has been erased.
Chapter completed!