The Basic Law of Routines in the Infinite World

Zhou Hao made great contributions to the 228 case, and the leader wanted to promote him, but Zhou Hao refused. He is still fighting on the front line of fighting criminals, arresting imitation criminals one by one.

Even...he knew that the boy who caused all this was dead.

ps: The visual sense of the prologue comes from "Endless Armed Forces", "New Police" and "Sherlock Holmes", but believe me, please watch it in conjunction with the title of the book. This should be something different that will appear in my infinite stream. Everything happens for a reason, including your sense of presence beyond the fourth wall.

Chapter 1: Stop! This is not a krypton gold game!

Everything has two sides, when the front ends, the reverse begins.

"Do you know the meaning of life? Do you want to really...live?"

In his hazy consciousness, Xiu Yan heard such a sentence.

"No, get out!"

"......"

"asshole!"

A loud rebuke appeared, and Xiu Yan felt his eyes light up.

This is a white space, and on the opposite side of Xiu Yan, a little girl is looking at him with an angry face.

At the same time, the little girl has already said coldly: "Xiu Yan, male, 21 years old, died on June 13, 2017, the cause of death, skull piercing. Now, you have a chance to be resurrected, do you want it?" ?”

"Hey? Assassin's Creed?" Xiu Yan looked at everything around him with great interest.

The little girl was stunned: "Hey! Is your cognitive ability impaired now? Is the game similarity the thing you care about when you resurrect after death?"

"The skull is pierced through, is there no obstacle?"

"..."

"go to hell!"

-------------------------------------------------- ---(Unhappy Big Sister Thin Suture)

where is this place?

Am I dead, why am I still conscious?

brush! Xiu Yan sat up abruptly, reaching out his hand to touch his temple.

The moment he touched his skin, Xiu Yan froze for a moment: "The wound, is it gone?"

On the temple, the wound that should have existed had disappeared for some reason.

"Am I not dead? Impossible, in that state, unless the sniper wants to shoot in reverse to prove that the earth is round, otherwise I have no reason to survive, so...here, it is The afterlife?"

Thinking of this, Xiu Yan has already observed the surrounding situation.

When he got up from the ground, four more people stood up beside him one after another.

And the five people, including myself, are now surrounded by a golden light curtain in a confined space of about 20 square meters. As for what it looks like outside the golden light curtain, it is impossible to see clearly because of the dazzling golden light .

Among the three men, there was a muscular man in casual clothes, with a small tattoo on his wrist. Since he woke up, he stood there silently without saying a word. He didn't look like an easy character to provoke.

The other man was wearing a tracksuit, with greasy hair, gums on the corners of his eyes, dodging eyes when looking at people, a slightly puffy body, and a death rate of 90%.

The last one is a yellow-haired gentleman, who was bluffing as soon as he came together. When he saw the muscular man, he immediately froze. There were wine stains on his clothes, some calluses on the outside of his thumb, and his index and middle fingers were slightly yellow. A gambler is unmistakable.

Since waking up, the girl's eyes have been rolling back and forth on several men, and she doesn't know what she is thinking about.

"It's all useful." Xiu Yan whispered to himself

Sudden

"Damn! What is this place!" Behind him, a voice full of hostility sounded.

Xiu Yan looked back, and it turned out to be that Huang Maojun. At this time, he supported his head, and asked angrily as he grabbed the dead boy.

Before the dead house boy could answer, a voice suddenly sounded.

"This is heaven." A crisp voice suddenly sounded. At this time, a little boy was facing away from the crowd, and he had already turned around while speaking.

This is a very cute little boy, I only heard him say: "Next, let me explain to you."

"Who the hell are you!" Mr. Huang Mao didn't buy it at all: "I can..."

"I suggest that you better listen to him." Before Huang Maojun finished speaking, the dead house in his hand said suddenly: "Five seconds ago, no, before his first sentence fell, he There's no one standing there."

"Boy!" Huang Maojun tightened his hands: "Are you kidding me?"

"No, no! Shouldn't you have discovered it yourself?" The courage that the dead house boy had just mustered up suddenly faltered: "I remember that was the first thing you saw when you woke up."

"Good insight." The little boy smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

Huang Maojun froze for a moment, his eyes began to flicker.

Xiu Yan saw all this in his eyes, and at the same time thought in his heart: 'The conditions for situation analysis are insufficient, it seems that some needs to be created. '

Thinking of this, Xiuyan looked up at the little boy, then suddenly turned his face and said to Huang Maojun: "Don't be fooled. Look at the bright lights around, it is not difficult to create a sudden situation. You know, the human eye The things that can be distinguished are limited, as long as he stands in the bright light, or there is a dark spot there, it is difficult for us to find it under this intensity of light. Have you seen Now You See Me? This is magic The method commonly used by teachers."

"You mean this guy is lying to me!"

"Every magician needs a support, right?" Xiu Yan said lightly.

"I didn't!" cried the boy caught in his hands.

"Damn it!" Huang Maojun shook off the dead boy, and then walked towards the little boy who suddenly appeared: "Little bastard, dare to play me!"

However, looking at the guy who was half a body taller than himself, the little boy didn't care, but said helplessly: "Why does this always happen every time I teach newcomers? If she is cute, she deserves no one to be afraid of, right?"

As he spoke, a pistol suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Bang!" The gunshot sounded

The cute boy smiled and said, "I have to use this method every time."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at Xiu Yan: "Now, are you satisfied?"

Xiu Yan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and then walked to Huang Maojun's side. At this time, the murderous nobleman was hugging his shoulders and crying on the ground.

Xiu Yan stretched out his hand, pushed Huang Maojun's hand away, pressed his fingers on his wound, and suddenly there was a scream.

"The wound is real." Xiu Yan said, "However, who knows if it's a bitter trick?"

"Bang bang bang!"