My Rebirth Style is Wrong

At 7:50 p.m., after completing the graduation defense, Su Wanwan took a deep breath and walked off the podium with a smile.

The phone in the bag beeped a strange beep.

Su Wanwan was vigilant about everything around her, guessing what accident would happen, and didn't have time to look at it.

The beep automatically stops.

After that, every minute passed, the prompt sound with a weird and shrill smile would sound, and each time it became more and more present.

Su Wanwan, who was already doing two things in one mind, while being alert to the emergencies around her, lowered her head and used her mobile phone to edit the "suicide note" and store it in her mailbox to set a schedule to send it later. Su Wanwan didn't think it was terrible, but only found it annoying.

"This sound is too annoying." Save the draft email, exit and click on the notification in the settings, trying to turn off all the notification permissions of this weird a.

No doubt, it was not found.

Su Wanwan pouted, it's so **** annoying, not letting people die quietly.

Bad review!

Click back to the app store, find it, and then give it a half star, and swipe one comment with indignation among the many fearful and uneasy comments: [Whether it is true or not, not to mention how tacky the designed icon is To the earthy taste, even the prompt sound is too monotonous! Maybe it will scare people for the first time, but one after another, it is really annoying to have a sense of presence like a clock strikes the time! Unscrupulous developers, bad reviews! 】

Strange to say, after Su Wanwan submitted the bad review, one full minute later, the beeping sound really didn't sound again, as if she was maintaining a kind of mysterious silence.

It seemed that something more terrifying was brewing.

However, Su Wanwan felt that her ears were instantly clean, the air around her was fresh, and she could better seize the time to write a suicide note.

As for what if time runs out and you don't know? Is it too underestimating the psychological clock of the Chinese people?

As long as you have a stronger sense of numbers, you can make a little calculation in your heart and you will be close to ten.

Otherwise, why would you always say: sleep for three more minutes, wait ten minutes, give you five minutes

When there was one minute left, Su Wanwan set the timed sending, and the set time was eight o'clock tomorrow morning. It's eight o'clock in the morning here, just twelve o'clock in the evening in China.

The time of twelve o'clock in the evening is very mysterious to the Chinese people. At that time, it can be disguised as sent by the soul of one's own death. More or less can be regarded as a little comfort to the mother and the others.

——After all, when my daughter died, and my daughter died, but there was still a soul, it was a kind of comfort.

In fact, Su Wanwan wasn't sure whether her soul would still exist after her death.

Just do it first.

If my soul is really there, I'll find a way to make other arrangements at that time.

Graduation certificate, rental fee from the old lady of the landlord, water, electricity and internet fee for this month, luggage books and suicide note that I hope my mother will bring back by the way.

After going through everything in his mind, making sure that everything was arranged properly, Su Wanwan let out a sigh of relief, slowed down, stuffed everything into her schoolbag, and looked left and right with her hands in the air.

Not only to be alert to accidents, but also to finally appreciate the open campus where I have lived for a few years.

The second hand of the clock in my heart is beating forward, cha, cha, cha-

Finally, the last second came.

The clock points directly to the number eight, and the minute and second hands coincide at twelve.

A gunshot suddenly sounded in her ear, and Su Wanwan followed the sound for the first time, only to see a figure running towards her from a distance.

Behind the figure is a screaming mess.

It was a school shooting.

It's not surprising at all.

Su Wanwan leaned back towards the tree trunk, originally thinking of avoiding the other party, but unexpectedly the other party was on the run, but by accident, her eyes met her.

At that moment, the subtle changes in his eyes were especially obvious, and Su Wanwan secretly screamed bad!

Sure enough, even if the gunman was running away, his eyes sank instantly, a malicious sneer raised at the corner of his mouth, and his gun-wielding hand was raised.

However, he decided that the yellow man who would only be scared by the gun like a little sheep like an ostrich would only hide in place and hold his head to avoid reality, but when he just wanted to move, he dashed over.

The gunman's eyes widened, and before he had time to react, he saw that the other party was already close, and one twisted his waist and whipped his legs against his back.

The right hand clicked with a crisp sound, and the gun holder only felt that his right hand was out of control. The next second, the huge pain swept through the sky like a tsunami.

At the same time, there were also yellow people who looked like human-shaped cannonballs.

Although he killed people with a gun, the gun bearer is essentially a weak man who lacks exercise. Every day, he will only cower like a gutter rat and hide in a dark corner, full of resentment and jealousy that normal people cannot understand. , chanting the so-called death curse to everyone better than him.

The reason why he suddenly decided to attack Su Wanwan, who was dodging by the roadside, was because he had a wrong estimate of her threat at first sight.

For Europeans and Americans, Su Wanwan's height of 1.6 meters is definitely a petite figure, and with her delicate facial features, white and tender skin, her whole person has a beautiful and fragile feeling of a doll.

Coupled with her Chinese identity, the gunman who was secretly a racist decided to kill another one.

However, it now seems that the hasty decision is very likely to be wrong, and it is not desirable!

The opponent lost the gun, Su Wanwan became brave in an instant, kicked the person sideways again, with one hand Wing Chun combined with the fancy kick of Taekwondo, occasionally Tai Chi dragged, and finally rode on the person. Also used Muay Thai.

No matter what is used, in short, whatever moves are easy to use and whatever boxing techniques are used happily, with a critical strike, the gunman burst into tears.

I cried so loudly and called my mother for help.

It's a pity that the Europeans and Americans fled in all directions when they heard the gunshots. Even now that Su Wanwan has already controlled the people, no one can come to help for a while.

Su Wanwan had to sigh with emotion, if this happened in China, maybe this guy would have been slapped to the ground by the impatient aunt as soon as he pulled out the gun, and then a group of enthusiastic crowds swarmed up. , In the blink of an eye, you can tie people into hairy crabs.

—unless he pulled out a knife.

Fortunately, the security guards and police who arrived late came soon. Su Wanwan explained a few words, and another student who did not know where to hide and filmed the whole process came forward and handed over the video as evidence. Su Wanwan was very worried. It got out without a hitch and got a whole bunch of compliments.

"Hero Girl!"

"Cool! Pretty girl, do you use Huaguo Kungfu?"

"Cooler than a cool Hollywood blockbuster!"

"awesome."

"thank God I've you."

"Angel girl."

After dealing with these exaggerated compliments, Su Wanwan turned around to find the backpack she had left on the spot and continued on her way home. By the way, now the time has passed, and the countdown of the a in the mobile phone has also returned to zero. It seems that this thing is not reliable at all.

Or in other words, it's like a death calamity, people will be fine after they get through it by themselves.

Su Wanwan took a relaxed step, first canceled the time setting in the mailbox, and then sent a text message to reply to the beauty who had ignored it for a day.

When I got off the bus at George Street Station, I looked up and saw Thanatos who was carrying two large supermarket shopping bags not far away, with a shy smile on his face, and his eyes were staring at her.

"Hey, Angela, did the defense go well today? I guess it must have gone well, so I bought a lot of things in advance and let's celebrate together tonight?"

Su Wanwan laughed, trotted over, and asked him, "What if I say it doesn't go well?"

Thanatos tilted his head: "That's the comfort meal."

Good, there is progress.

In the kitchen, feeling the dishonest thing in his pocket, Thanatos took the time to take it out and crushed it, and then washed his hands carefully with hand sanitizer.

Such a filthy thing can't leave a trace of residue on his hands, after all, these hands are going to be a big meal for the sweet wife to eat.

It's just a little lie and the devil dares to spy on his wife. But this kind of thing can never be pinched and killed. As long as there are humans who are good at fabricating lies, they will always exist in the world.

On the contrary, the origin of the a, who is barely related to his divine power, is a bit strange, and he needs to find another opportunity to take the time to check.

In this new world, because of the disorder of the child's divine power, the wife's memory went wrong and she thought she was the original inhabitant of this world.

This made Thanatos quite laborious to find, and finally relied on the breath of death leaked by a to reach his wife smoothly.

If he can find its root and mark it on his wife's soul forever, then it will be much easier for him to find someone in the future, and he can even grow it a little bit, and one day he can do whatever he wants, and he will come in a blink of an eye. to his wife.

The more Thanatos thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and the whole person's mental outlook showed fullness and excitement.

Even the beauty value keeps rising.

Su Wanwan, who was also in a good mood, stayed here that night, and was confused by the male **** when she was deeply in love, so she agreed to move in for a while.

How did Thanatos know that she had negotiated to check out in advance? Maybe she said it casually when, who cares, she is very satisfied with this object now, and doesn't mind letting her family know.

Queen Harris was threatened with being driven away by a strange unknown and had to flee outside the house and hide in her car.

Helplessly tightening his jacket, he curled up on the seat, looking around in panic, as if the swaying tree shadow was a terrifying devil wherever he could see it.

In the endless fatigue, Quinn remembered something, quickly found his phone, checked the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the time for the Chinese student was eight o'clock.

So how is she doing now?

Quinn closed his eyes and took a deep breath, plucking up the courage to press the dial button.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one could answer it.

Quinn bit her lip and hugged her head in collapse, sobbing into a ball.

She knew that the other party could no longer answer her phone.