"Fingerprints, hair, footprints, and all traces are not allowed to be left!"

...

"Notify the Municipal Bureau to strictly monitor all surveillance within the scope of the search, and I must find out when he left the hotel."

...

The calm and decisive voice outside the bathroom was very clear. Before Charles walked out of the shuttle door could stand firmly, he found the fact that he had been discovered.

The bathroom glass door is slightly opened at this moment. Because it is facing the door, you can't see the living room and bedroom situation, but you can see some people in the hotel corridor outside the door.

Two fully armed special police officers were holding doors with guns. A middle-aged man in a suit looked like a manager, was wiping sweat with a white handkerchief next to him, as if he was very frightened.

Shire was actually shocked, but then he calmed down—

Although the gun has a certain deterrent effect on him, it is not too much. And it is a coincidence that he has not been exposed yet.

But then he stopped thinking so.

"You search carefully, I'll go to the bathroom."

The commander's voice sounded, followed by a burst of footsteps.

Shire was now thinking about it, and finally decided not to do it.

After all, he hasn't figured out why he was deducting time when he killed someone.

So his eyes went outwards through the gap in the door, and with a thought, the figure that was originally standing in front of the mirror suddenly disappeared from the spot.

A few seconds later, a bald middle-aged man pushed the door open, looked at the slightly messy bathroom, frowned, instead retreated, turned around and shouted.

"Come on, check it out carefully."

"Sir now."

...

He instantly appeared behind a hotel manager in a black suit outside the door. Shire did not stay. Then he was in a daze and appeared at the elevator door not far away.

In front of him was a cleaning lady who pretended to mop the floor but was actually watching over there. Therefore, Charles made a special sound to remind himself of his existence, and then stepped into the elevator with him.

The other party did not notice anything abnormal about Charles, and obviously did not expect this guy to be truly aware of his identity.

Shier, who entered the elevator, asked curiously: "What's going on over there?"

"It is said that there are mutants who are lurking here for crimes. The whole building was even under martial law just now, but no one seems to be found." The cleaning lady replied, asking casually: "How many floors?"

"First layer, thank you." said Charles, "They are so fast."

"I want me to say that mutant talent is fast, this group of special police..."

They chatted like passers-by until the elevator arrived on the first floor. Charles said goodbye to the aunt in a friendly manner, then tidied up her clothes, and walked out of the hotel under the smooth white tiles in the hall.

However, although we haven't seen each other for a few times, Charles' appearance is quite conspicuous and memorable. The girl at the front desk of the hotel frowned at his back and hurriedly called the cleaning lady who was walking towards the canteen on the first floor.

So soon after, the rushing footsteps quickly appeared from the stairs, and a group of special service personnel chased out quickly with shame and anger.

But there are traffic outside at this moment, so how can they find someone?

...

I have a certain time limit for the power of destiny obtained by changing this world.

When Charles escaped from the dangerous area and bought a newspaper to watch it in a newspaper stop, he suddenly realized something.

It was not because of an epiphany or an understanding of something, but at this moment, the continuous power of fate had completely disappeared, as if the root was cut off.

Charles delayed the song of Ice and Fire for a day, and the acquisition of the power of fate has never been interrupted during this period. He estimated that if there was no such supplement, he might not have stayed now.

However, at this moment, the coolness finally stopped.

"Does this mean that no matter whether my changes to the world are good or bad, what I can gain or lose is limited to a certain period of time?"

"Or, because I did not continue to act, the power of destiny would have no follow-up like this?"

Sitting on the bench not far from the newspaper stop, Charles felt that it would be fine if the second one was, but it would not be great if the first one was.

Think about it, I finally did something big, but the profits were stopped before it officially started. I lost money no matter how I thought about it.

As he thought about it, he suddenly thought that the change was entirely due to his own actions, and other things were useless at all.

So, what is the book and pen born from the shuttle door promotion this time for?

"Maybe you can predict it with a crystal ball."

Since discovering that the crystal ball can even predict the target, Charles has a new understanding of its ability.

So he temporarily suppressed this idea and planned to wait until the current urgent problem was solved before talking about it.

Thinking of this, Charles glanced at the two messages on the newspaper.

The Atlanta Music Festival is held at Centennial Park tomorrow.

...

The annual National Summit Summit Conference will be officially held on the 27th of this month, and the summit will be held...

...

Looking at the following message, Charles subconsciously had a disharmonious idea.

But this obviously cannot quench near-thirst, and now his residence time is only more than four hours left.

He didn't even have time to think about the dream ability that he had been waiting for for a long time.

So Charles thought about it in place, stood up decisively, raised his hand and waved a taxi.

"Go where?"

The driver's seat descended from the window, revealing the head of a young woman with long brown hair.

“The nearest cemetery.”

The young female driver was stunned when she heard this, and then nodded suddenly, "Go to Auckland Cemetery to visit? Is it a little late?"

It is indeed dusk now, but why does this sound so strange?

Charles Xin said who would run to the cemetery to play?

However, as the taxi started, he knew why this guy said in a short while.

The Oakland Cemetery near Atlanta is a relatively long-standing cemetery built in the Victorian era.

There are many celebrities buried inside the cemetery, including various generals and governors of the United States.

In recent years, people have no longer been buried there, but instead have become a famous scenic spot because of the long history and famous tombstones in the cemetery. The tax revenue provided to the Atlanta Municipal Government every year is quite large.

Charles didn't care whether the place was a scenic spot or something. He was just a little worried about whether the effect would be as good as he wanted to go to the distorted place.

But after thinking about it, although the function of a cemetery has no longer been restored in modern times, it is essentially buried by many people.

The female driver said that the official statistics of the number of people buried there are more than 70,000.

So Charles felt at ease.

But the car had been halfway through, and he suddenly remembered something.

In addition to a baseball cap, what I had left in the hotel seemed to have three fate cards and a note with a phone number written on it...
Chapter completed!