King of 25 Cubs

King Cang is too unconventional!

According to my personal experience, for this kind of stubborn idealist, if the relatives and lovers are not like-minded people, they will eventually part ways because of disagreement.

No matter what the result is, their existence will only make King Cang more firmly devote himself to the fire of ideals.

Therefore, it seems inappropriate for Uncle Interpol to mention King Cang's relatives and lovers. It is better to distract him in other aspects and find an opportunity to seize the detonator.

But who the hell would know that the reason he pressed the detonator was because he hated Zelda? !

How is this different from World of Warcraft being released and two groups of people from the Alliance and the Horde fighting in the cinema!

The moment the detonator was pressed, a large number of bombs piled up in the room blasted the entire building away, my limbs were also torn apart by the explosion, and then the flames engulfed my body.

I don't know how to describe this feeling. In my understanding, death should be an instant process. After a short period of pain, one can embrace true peace.

But I don't seem to be.

My consciousness is very clear, and I can clearly "feel" the process of the entire building being razed to the ground, as small as the various senses of the body.

The body was torn apart and blown to pieces, which was painful.

To be engulfed in flames, to be charred, was painful.

I was in so much pain that I wanted to scream, cry, and twitch, but I didn't have a throat that made me scream, eyes that made me cry, and a body that made me twitch.

So where does this pain come from?

Real death, is that so?

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For the first 15 years of my life, I would have the idea of ​​"I really want to die" every day.

I can only keep telling myself:

The milk tea shop will release new products tomorrow, so let’s live until tomorrow;

Nintendo will release a new game cartridge next week, stick to it until next week;

The cherry blossoms only bloom in March. I don’t know if the self-brewed cherry blossom wine is good or not, so stick to it until March.

……

This is how I survived to the age of 15 by self-encouragement.

Looking back and thinking about it, that Takaho Yuka who would throw away the knife and scold herself for being useless while hugging her knees and crying bitterly, she is so brave.

An ordinary girl who is both timid and brave.

Just like every ordinary person in the world who is struggling in the quagmire of reality and is not very happy.

Compared with the 50 years in another world, the 15 years called "Takaho Yuka" only occupied a small part of my entire life.

It seems that I just fell asleep, spent a short and ridiculous 15 years in the dream, and continued to move forward non-stop after waking up from the dream.

Life is impermanent, and then I tried to live every day as the last day of my life.

——It’s the last day, you have to be nice to yourself.

I always tell myself this.

Self-esteem, self-reliance and self-improvement come from self-love and self-appreciation.So I have to love myself first before I can love others, and then I am qualified to love the world.

If it is said that today I am about to face death, what is the one thing I want to do most?

I want to meet 15-year-old Yuka Takaho.

That weak but kind-hearted Takaho Yuka, who wanted others to like her, had existed before.

She is also an ordinary person, and she is also living very hard.

I sometimes dislike her, but I am always willing to give her a tight hug, and then say to her: "You are very brave, I like you."

More than anyone else in the world.

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Vaguely, I seemed to see 15-year-old Takaho Yuka.

Sitting next to the bathtub, hugging his knees, curling up his body, his long snow-like hair covered his back softly, his eyes washed with tears, the red is more clear, and the red is more gorgeous.

Alas, I suddenly want to boast about myself.

Why am I so beautiful~

What kind of boyfriend do you want, what kind of love do you want, isn't the narcissus fragrant? !

I walked up to her slowly and reached out to hug her.

"Don't cry, you in the future will live a very good life."

"You will travel to many different worlds, you will make friends with many interesting people, you will measure the world with your own feet, and you will see the world with your own eyes... When you have experienced all these, you will find many people and things , it's not worth your time to care about it."

"Yuguo, you will have a wonderful life, a life that you will not regret until you die."

15-year-old Takaho Yuka didn't notice it and was still crying, but I patted her on the back and laughed softly.

"Although this life is very basic, and I have experienced all the good and bad, but I want to keep going."

As soon as the voice fell, I heard something.

Bang, bang, bang.

Like fireworks blooming.

Bang, bang, bang.

Like a heart beating.

Takaho Yuka, who was 15, suddenly raised her head and looked at me with those red plum-like eyes.

She stood up, and I followed suit.

Her hand on my cheek:

"You are me, and I am you."

She showed me a playful smile, opened her arms, and hugged me tightly behind her back.

"Thank you, I like you too."

She merged with me suddenly, and the surroundings were suddenly plunged into darkness, but there was a ticking sound in my ears, like the second hand of a clock moving forward unhurriedly.

Suddenly, a beam of golden light lit up somewhere, like some kind of signal, countless beams of light penetrated the darkness one after another, the world returned to light, and hell became heaven.

I was almost blinded by the dazzling light, so I quickly closed my eyes.

When I opened it again, a huge and delicate clock appeared in front of me, except for the light gold dial outline and hands, the rest of the clock was transparent.

Not an entity, more like a special effect.

Tick, tick, tick.

It walked forward unhurriedly.

No need for guidance, as if I knew what to do by nature, I moved the minute hand tentatively.

Countless scenes whizzed past my eyes like a revolving lantern, and in just a blink of an eye, I found myself sitting in the military and police car again.

The military and police lady in the driver's seat said what she said before, complaining about the command system——

"I don't know, it feels like being hacked, it's definitely not normal."

I pursed my lips and said nothing.

My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't control it at all.

Excitement, excitement, plus a little bit of fear... The combination of various complex emotions stimulated the sympathetic nerves.

If Tiao Yecaiju was here, he would definitely notice my anomaly.

This, this is too handsome!

"What now?" My colleague asked me.

I took a deep breath, "Wait."

Half an hour later, there was a loud bang, and the unfinished building was razed to the ground by the explosion.

"Oh my God!"

The female colleague poked her head out of the car window, clutching her military cap that was almost blown away, and said angrily, "Fortunately, we didn't rush in."

"I see."

I flashed an inevitable smile.

The colleague turned his head and looked at me suspiciously: "Know what... what are you going to do?!"

I pulled out the pistol and aimed it at my temple.

"boom--!"

Time stopped suddenly, and the huge light golden clock appeared in front of me again.

"Damn it hurts!!!"

I hugged my head and screamed like I was caught by the door.

When the pain passed, I murmured:

"So I'm a supernatural being."

Maybe it's because I didn't die before that I just found out now?

Wait, what kind of hot chicken ability is this, it has to be used when I die?

[Only by stepping out of time can one manipulate time. 】

The system suddenly opened.

"Well, you're right."

I looked closely at the golden clock and saw that it could lock on to its target—after turning the hands, it could be sent into other people's bodies with just a slight push.

In other words, what I can control is not only my own timeline, but I can also send other people back to the past or to the future.

"Then here comes the problem." I pinched my chin and said thoughtfully, "Since I'm a supernatural being, I have to think of a cool, handsome and aggressive name for my supernatural power."

Look at Osamu Dazai's ability, "Disqualification in the World", isn't it very literary?

Take a look at the little junior brother's ability, "Done Step Yin Ke", isn't it very elegant?

Take a look at my master's supernatural power, "The superior man does not make others", isn't it very domineering?

The system said slowly: [The Bell of the Dead]

"Not nice."

I tapped the palm of my hand, "Yes! Let's call it "jumping repeatedly on the verge of suicide"! "

【…】

The system is so angry that it doesn't want to talk to me.

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I used "repeatedly jumping on the verge of suicide" to go back to two hours ago, secretly sneaked into King Cang's unfinished building, and after luring people out, I cut the fuse of the bomb, broke the detonator, and emptied it. The fire|powder inside.

When the time came, I walked into the ranks of the military and police, and chose to break in like last time, and worked together with the four criminal police to force King Cang to the room full of bombs.

After saying the words that he hates Zelda, King Cang pressed the blaster.

"Crack", nothing happened.

King Cang pressed the detonator again with a dazed expression, but nothing happened.

"Crack it!"

"Crack it!"

"Crack it!"

There was a slight embarrassment in the room.

"Hey, have you bought a fake or shoddy product? Don't press it, even if you press that thing out of the flower, you won't turn into a firework and fly away."

I leisurely walked up to him and shook the gleaming silver handcuffs.

"Come on, let me give you a pair of bracelets to wear first, how about this big bracelet, isn't it exciting?"

He still wanted to struggle to the death, but before he could draw out his weapon, I forcefully pushed him back into the chair.

"Look how excited you are, the bracelet hasn't been put on yet."

King Cang's eyes were slumped, he gave up struggling, and let me handcuff him without moving.

"Luxury private rooms have also been arranged. In the future, someone will distribute clothes to manage food, and just make a rice worm that stretches out your hand to eat and opens your mouth. How about it, are you surprised? Are you happy?"

King Cang: "..."

When escorting the first criminal out of the unfinished building, the top executives of the criminal police, civilian police, public security and self-defense force who were being played around without much effort were the first to surround me, and they were ashamed to say hello to me.

Why is there no order in the police in Yokohama?

No wonder the chain of command was exploited.

I didn't have time to deal with these bureaucrats, and I frowned impatiently: "I caught the people, and I dismantled the bombs. None of you want to take credit from me, just go away and stay, and don't shoot again." ah!"

The chief of the military and police hurried over, lined up and stood in front of me, and "politely" invited everyone away.

I escorted the prisoner back to the military and police headquarters, in case he was silenced, and offered to take care of him.

For the sake of my meritorious service, the officer agreed to my request.

In order to ask people to interrogate, the Secret Service Division wrangled with the military and police for three days, and I just stared at King Cang for three days.

Staring until the next day, King Cang's face turned blue.

"I'm going to the toilet."

"Go ahead, I didn't stop you."

Across an iron fence, I was playing Zelda on the handheld while taking care of myself.

This time I won't save the princess, I want to play all the branch lines.

King Cang's voice seemed to come out from between his teeth: "But you keep staring at me, how can I fuck?"

The toilets in the "luxury" single rooms have no doors, and the prisoners have no self-esteem, and they can be seen clearly if they want to masturbate.

"Even if I don't stare at you, there is surveillance in the bathroom." I said without looking up, "Don't talk, your voice is affecting my Zelda."

"...Then play the game well and don't look up."

"Why are you shy?" I glanced at him dissatisfied, and lazily said: "Believe it or not, I took it out bigger than you?"

"Aren't you—"

King Cang hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by someone behind me.

"I do not believe."

Tiaoye Caiju walked up to me, and said with a half-smile: "Take it out and show me?"

The author has something to say:

Youguozi: As if you can see it!

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When writing this chapter, I remembered the scene where Dun Dun hugged the white tiger.So if you want to use the ability, you probably have to reconcile with yourself first.

Jumping repeatedly on the verge of suicide... No, the bell of the dead actually has a super awesome usage, but Youguozi hasn't thought of it yet.

When I think about it, it's almost over [Tan Shou

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感谢在2020-01-0400:20:24~2020-01-0512:41:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Falling Following_Eighteen 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 17 bottles at dusk at six o'clock; 10 bottles at dawn; 5 bottles of Diamond'canjun; 1 bottle of Sara Sara, Jinmu, and mango pudding;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!