City-wide ban

After the world turned around, Xia Xinghe reluctantly stood up, and the reset location was in the Royal Institute of Technology laboratory.

He glanced at the time. It was 15 minutes before Owen Lin was assassinated.

Qi Luyao, who was brought over to belong to another Xia Xinghe, is not with him. I don't know if he failed to pass through or was reborn in another place.

He also didn't know where the original Xia Xinghe and Qi Luyao were in this world. He only knew that the only thing he had to do now was to rush to the scene of Ou Wenlin's murder.

——If the speed is faster, he may be able to bring Owen Lin back from the brink of death. If this person survives, the zombie disaster in the future may have a completely different turning point.

Xia Xinghe looked at his watch, and quickly rushed towards his destination by copying shortcuts.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have done the same thing, but driven by intuition, he still went straight to the other side.

He rode a motorcycle and shuttled quickly in the traffic, the wind passing by his ears.

The surrounding scenes became blurred lines, that almost time-traveling experience made Xia Xinghe's brain extraordinarily clear.

He seems to finally understand what it means to be a "flapping butterfly".

His attempts to travel time after time are the process of flapping his wings repeatedly. Not every time he flutters his wings, he will be lucky enough to trigger a storm. His wings are shattered in reincarnation again and again, but he will always come back in time. Go to the forefront of the storm and look for the key point that can change everything.

Does it mean that every time you come to this step, you will have such a sense of relief that "it's almost over?"

Xia Xinghe looked at the plaque on the Emperor's Second Courtyard on the opposite side of the road, and walked quickly? Go in?.

The bustling crowd in front of him made him feel a little out of breath, and the time was approaching by the second, and if there was a slight delay, Owen Lin might not be able to save him.

It was lunch break at this time, and there were not many people in the outpatient building. In order to prevent being bumped into by acquaintances, Xia Xinghe deliberately chose a fire exit that was usually deserted, but even so, the corridor still reminded him of it for a while. Hasty footsteps.

Xia Xinghe paused. He wanted to find a floor to evacuate randomly, but when he glanced up, a figure appeared in front of Xia Xinghe's eyes.

The man was walking up the handrail of the stairs, his gait was a little unsteady, but he should be a young man.

Xia Xinghe slowed down his footsteps and breathing, raised his head and looked around, until the man's jaw line appeared in his field of vision, Xia Xinghe only felt his scalp tingling.

——It's Mo Yuanyou!

No matter where this person appears, it is not a good thing. Xia Xinghe immediately realized that at this moment, the only possibility for him to appear here is to kill Owen Lin!

Xia Xinghe subconsciously touched the gun behind him, but then withdrew his hand—shooting in this kind of place would cause too many uncontrollable consequences. If Mo Yuanyou really killed Oh? Owen Lin, as long as he controls him here, everything should be salvageable...

The smaller the movement, the better? As long as he can stop him from killing Owen Lin, everything will be fine after that? Said.

Just when Xia Xinghe gritted his teeth and tried his best to hide his breath as he approached the other party, the man felt a twitch and looked down. The corner of his eye just happened to glance over Xia Xinghe's face.

"Fuck!"

The two cursed almost in unison, Xia Xinghe rushed over quickly, Mo Yuanyou frowned, and immediately ran towards the corridor above.

The man had just looked like a sick child who would collapse in the wind, but now he looked like a mouse that had been shocked by an electric shock, and frantically fled to the floor where Owen Lin was.

But after all, Xia Xinghe is an Alpha with excellent physical fitness, crushing a sick person is just a matter of lifting his legs.

One second before Mo Yuanyou pounced on the fire door, Xia Xinghe directly kicked it? Past?.

The man fell to the ground with a "clang", obviously the fall was not light, his skinny body hit the floor, pain was visible to the naked eye.

"Your mother..." Panting for breath, Mo Yuanyou grabbed Xia Xinghe's hand, trying to pry the man's twisted knuckles apart, but the other party didn't move at all.

Mo Yuanyou: "Is your uncle sick?"

Xia Xinghe was also so annoyed that he died, he didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly stabbed the other party's ribs with his elbow.

The man was so painful that he completely lost his ability to resist, his face pale, and he fell into his hands, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Are you fucking finished? What on earth do you want to do?!" Xia Xinghe handed him to the door, suppressing his voice and angrily said, "What kind of grudge does Ou Wenlin have against you? He deliberately ran away? Come to kill?! You are not afraid of retribution!"

Mo Yuanyou's eyes were still a little loose, he leaned against the door, and said after a while, "What did you say?"

Xia Xinghe was stunned, with a bad premonition in his heart—couldn't it be that the person who killed Owen Lin wasn't Mo Yuanyou?

In an instant, Xia Xinghe's whole body was about to explode. He raised his hand to look at his watch, but after a moment of slack, Mo Yuanyou broke free from his hand, opened the door and rushed straight to Owenlin's office.

Xia Xinghe stood up after him, and just a second before he was about to grab that person, Mo Yuanyou stopped at the door with an irritable and helpless expression on his face, he never even took a step into the office.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yuanyou turned around and shouted at the crowd at the crossing:

"Call the police! Killed?!"

Xia Xinghe stood at the door in a daze, looking at the splattered blood all over the place, feeling a chill all over his body.

In the office, Ou Wenlin was lying on his back on the ground? His whole body was horribly red.

And the person standing opposite him was also splattered with blood? He was trembling and panting, and cast a mournful look at him.

"Xia Xinghe, the person who killed Mr. Ou... was me."

Qi Luyao said with a pale face.

The author has something to say: Believe me, it’s really almost over (painful face)