[At 13:05 today, an explosion occurred in the Central Business District of Los Angeles. 】
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The flames are burning.
The scorching heat envelops the soul, and no matter how tenacious the will is, it will be disintegrated.
Only endless pain poured in until the soul was completely submerged.
In a convenience store.
Colin took a deep breath, as if he had been suffocated for ten thousand years.
His mouth and nose were bleeding, his body was trembling, and he could not stand steadily.
Bang bang bang...
Colin held on to the display shelf and swept down a dozen bottles of wine, all of which fell to the ground with a loud clatter.
The messy glass shards and overflowing cloudy wine looked like a mess.
At the same time, Colin felt that his body was extremely weak, his internal organs were exhausted, his energy and blood were flowing backwards, and his whole body was being tortured by mysterious power.
The stinging pain in the head is more like being drilled by an instrument, and it hurts so much that my thoughts are penetrated.
Colin groaned in pain.
Di Wei, who was stealing something at the side, had already been disturbed by this movement.
"He's having a heart attack! Call an ambulance!"
Di Wei shouted loudly to the cashier.
The cashier complained incessantly, fearing that Colin was really going to die when he saw it.
But don’t die in the store, otherwise the police will have to maintain the scene and the business will not be open for a long time. The uncle will kill himself. In addition, even if word spreads, the customer flow of this store will decrease, and no one will want to go there.
Morgue shopping.
The cashier did not dare to neglect, and quickly stepped forward to help Colin and take him outside the store. At the same time, he called an ambulance, hoping that he would die on the roadside.
Di Wei took this opportunity to steal some of the higher value items in the store, including cigarettes, alcohol and all the change on the counter. Thinking that he would have some business to do later, he also took a few boxes of rubber products and put them all in a large
I packed it in my pocket and took it away, and drove away in a sports car with the Eastern European girl.
Colin was speechless. He didn't even pay for the chewing gum this time, right?
But he was confused and couldn't control that much anymore. He tried to stop the clerk from calling him an ambulance, but his mumbling was like chanting, and the clerk couldn't understand him at all.
"Just hold on here, I'll go to the store to find you some quick-acting medicine."
The cashier took Colin to a public bench on the side of the road and asked him to sit down. After that, he left directly. In fact, there were no acute drugs in the store. Prescription drugs must be sold with a license. He just wanted to get rid of this responsibility.
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ten minutes later.
When the ambulance arrived, a large group of medical staff looked at each other in front of the convenience store.
There was no trace of Colin.
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There was no light in the remote and dark alley, and Colin hid behind a telephone pole. The cement wall was covered with graffiti spray-painted by punk boys.
His face was haggard and extremely haggard, and he was breathing deeply and with difficulty like a dying man.
The mouth and nose are hoarse and the air is suffocated, as if the lungs have been punctured.
It took nearly twenty minutes from the beginning until now, and my body gradually recovered.
He didn't want to experience it a second time. He had already experienced firsthand what life was worse than death.
Is this a side effect of time regression? It is too painful.
Not only will the pain before death remain, but there will also be a more perverse kind of abuse on the soul.
Colin realized that this ability cannot be used indefinitely. Every time he goes back, he will be weaker than the previous one. Once his body is close to the limit, he will die completely.
His phone was already being flooded with calls from the police, colleagues and his ex-wife.
The text messages all asked Colin if he had committed something because he ignored the summons from the Los Angeles Police Department.
Colin realized that escaping was not an option. The one-eyed woman's reaction speed was incredibly fast. She was able to rush to the checkpoint out of the city before him. She didn't know whether she flew over or something, and she was able to determine where he was leaving from.
What a hell.
Moreover, the speed of mobilization of the Los Angeles police this time was so fast that Colin did not believe that it was the Los Angeles police. Some of the murderers who had been rampant recently could not be caught, but it was surprisingly powerful to catch him, an innocent citizen.
calm.
Must be calm.
With trembling hands, Colin took out a cigarette from the box, lit it, and took a puff.
The current situation is that the time backtracking can only be used a few times. At most, you can finish the game completely by yourself once you try it again. You must seize this opportunity and not run away blindly.
The one-eyed woman wanted to test her controllability. The first time she lost control because she was too nervous and turned into a monster. As long as she could calm down and control herself well, she might be able to escape the disaster.
Gray would choose to talk to herself, which means there is still some room for improvement.
But.
How can we control it well?
If you want to know how to control a monster, you must first know how to become a monster.
Colin tried to turn his left hand into a bone knife, and he began to imagine how his hand would become twisted and deformed.
One minute passed.
No matter how he imagined it, there was no movement in his left hand, so he had to give up the idea.
Isn't it that simple?
Are there any special techniques?
Colin began to recall the situation at that time. It was because he was threatened with life and death and was so mentally stressed that he turned into a monster.
So when the body is in crisis and stimulated, it will be activated?
Colin searched for stones in the dark alley for a while and finally found one.
But it's not a stone, but a permeable brick used for paving the sidewalk. Although a corner is cracked, it is large and thick, and it is very heavy to swing.
Permeable bricks are different from ceramic tiles in that they are not fired but are compressed, making them less brittle and stronger.
Colin frowned, hesitating a little, should he really do this?
The cell phone started to ring, and it was still an official call from the Los Angeles Police Department.
There was no time to waste time. Colin took a deep breath and with a heartbeat, he picked up the permeable bricks with his right hand.
pound!
It was hit hard on the left hand, and the crisp sound of the fascia breaking and deforming could be heard. Three fingers were smashed to the point of being fractured and distorted, all dislocated, and a bloody mess.
"Hold."
Colin's left hand was trembling and spasming. Although the pain he experienced back in time was more intense than this, it didn't mean it wasn't painful.
The extreme soreness and numbness twists the nerve center and spreads throughout the body. The tinnitus is like a car horn, and the magic sound penetrates the brain.
But there was still no reaction on his left hand. It seemed that everything before was just his illusion, and he was still an ordinary person.
no.
You can't think in conventional ways.
Colin took out a cigarette with one hand, lit it, and started to smoke. Blood was dripping from his left hand.
It cannot be an overly abstract concept, just like if you want to move your arms, you cannot just imagine moving your arms in your mind and your arms will move.
It must be a clear idea, a natural command, just like operating your fingers to grasp, there must be a specific goal and action.
Since it is hidden in one's subconscious mind, it must be able to be mobilized.
"Specific...specific..."
Colin repeated these two words and looked at the telephone pole where he was standing.
How about trying to cut it in half?
Colin walked to the telephone pole. He remembered that when he transformed, there was an electric current passing through him. Although he didn't know whether it was electric current or a conscious command, there was indeed something like that.
Bioelectric currents, as well as specific actions and goals.
Almost unconsciously.
Colin swung his left hand and hit the telephone pole.
Click, click, click...
There was an explosion of bones in his left hand, and flesh and blood proliferated rapidly. A sharp sickle made of enamel and bone replaced it, splitting the concrete stone pillar in two.
There was a smooth cracking sound.
The telephone pole slowly tilted along the arc of the cracked section, and finally hit the ground heavily, raising a large cloud of smoke and dust.
Because the wires were pulled and broken, some nearby residences lost power, and many residents yelled and cursed.
"Hold."
Colin knew that he had to leave quickly, so he ran out of the alley. Under the influence of Colin's unconscious thought of disguise and concealment, his left hand returned to a normal arm. Except for the sleeve being torn, his left hand was intact, as if it was not there at all.
