early spring.

It just happened to the old town with heavy rain.

The slightly dilapidated bus ran through the muddy streets and merged into the crowded traffic at the intersection. Outside the half-open window, there was the fireworks floating in.

Tang Zhan tightened his collar tightly and sat sleepy in the corner, dozing, but when he saw a terrifying child in a car side by side, he couldn't help but grin.

It would be fine if he didn't laugh. When this smile, the child who was originally jumping around suddenly shuddered. Then he slapped his mouth and his face turned pale. He cried with a whimper.

"Who, who is so immoral to scare the child?"

Just as the woman in the driver's seat was cursing and leaning out, the car moved.

Listening to the crying gradually fading behind, Tang Zhan sat in his seat and stretched his waist, but there was a hint of trance in his eyes.

Dreaming again.

Everyone in this world will dream, but the most illusory is also dreams.

Often after waking up from the dream, everything in the dream will dissipate like clouds and smoke. Remember it vaguely or even completely forget it. Who can remember it clearly and not forget it?

He can do it.

Not only can he remember everything in his dream clearly, but he can even empathize and learn something from it.

For example, murderous skill.

It was as if everything in the dream was experienced by him personally, or it was himself fighting with all kinds of masters.

This kind of fighting is not like a peerless master in martial arts novels, but close combat, fist fight, and murderous skills.

Or maybe it's not a dream at all.

Looking at the blurry glass and listening to the old songs in the headphones, Tang Zhan murmured: "This time my dream seems to be different again."

He has had many dreams over the years.

Some dreams can be finished by taking a nap, while others are incomplete and require countless dreams to piece together little by little.

"Parallel world? Or past life?"

Looking at his own shadow on the car window, Tang Zhan was a little distracted.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that these ideas are not impossible.

"The Gulou District is here!"

The sudden prompt sound made Tang Zhan blink.

Arrived at the site.

Compared to students who had interviewed and internship early, Tang Zhan didn't like being restrained. He was free and easy, so after graduation, he found a job as a training student at a fighting club.

Although he doesn't have any outstanding qualifications, his amazing physical fitness and his own hidden means can be considered a mess.

Taking the buns bought by the roadside, Tang Zhan lifted off his hood, revealing his snow-white and thick short hair and a feminine and cold facial features.

The strange things that happened to him did not start at birth. He had a serious illness when he was nine years old and almost disappeared. After he survived by chance, he kept making trouble and dreaming.

Perhaps because of those dreams, his hair turned white before he was sixteen. The doctor said it was excessive mental loss, so he spent most of his time sleeping except for work.

The sky was cloudy and the rain sank over this small town in the north.

But when he reached the workplace, Tang Zhan accidentally found that the club's door was surrounded by people. Many people were talking about it and even set up a cordon, with police coming in and out.

Tang Zhan raised his eyebrows and looked inside in surprise.

A murder case has occurred.

A stretcher covered with a white cloth was lifted out, and a thick arm with a tattoo was hung out from the white cloth.

What changed Tang Zhan's eyes was that there were five black and purple fingerprints at the joints of the arm, and the whole forearm seemed to be crushed by a cart. It twisted from front to back, and the bones were disconnected and the bones were divided into tendons, which looked very terrifying.

He had already recognized this person without looking at his face.

It is Chen Wenxiong, the head coach of this club and one of the bosses.

This man was once a provincial Sanda champion. He played in Thailand and Japan in early years and has won rankings in many world-class top fighting competitions. However, he has been managing the club's business in recent years and has become an internet celebrity.

I usually claim to be proficient in judo, wrestling, Muay Thai, and mixed martial arts. I often bring two pretty female assistants around me to shoot videos in the club. I also like to use the gimmick of "anti-counterfeiting" to create popularity. I have met this master today and the boxing champion tomorrow. I haven't seen a few games in real matches, but the big gold chain I wear is getting thicker and thicker, and I make a lot of money.

I didn't expect to die today.

"Tang Zhan, come here."

Suddenly someone called him in the cordon.

Tang Zhan came back to his senses and saw that the man had already come over.

He has a short hair, a national face, a stubble that has just emerged from his head, and is in his thirties and forties. He is wearing a black T-shirt and has a pair of eyes. He is gentle and gentle. This is the club manager and another boss. He is usually responsible for planning and operation. His surname is Li and his name is Li Tai.

"manager."

He walked in.

"Something happened in the club. If these police comrades ask anything, you can tell the truth."

Tang Zhan was not surprised at all when he heard Li Tai's words. He was a coach. Because he had to organize his equipment and guide some new members who had just arrived, he was basically the last one to leave every day and would definitely be questioned.

A female police officer came over.

"Did you leave last night?"

Tang Zhan nodded.

"It was a little late because two new members had to experience the course yesterday."

"When was the last time I saw Chen Wenxiong?"

"It seems to be from 7:30 to 8:00. He drank wine and called a delegate driver. Then he had been sleeping in the lounge before I left."

"Is there anyone else besides him?"

"And his female assistant, it rained too heavily last night, so I didn't notice anything else."

After the simple question was over, Tang Zhan realized that two people had died, and the female assistant was also dead, and she was naked when she died.

After the on-site inspection, it had already rained heavily outside. The people watching disappeared in a blink of an eye. Only Li Tai was sitting in front of the bar smoking a cigarette in dismay, as if he was still scared, his face turned pale, and his hands holding the cigarette were trembling.

Seeing that Tang Zhan was still waiting outside, he remembered something. His cheeks trembled, and he turned 30,000 yuan on his mobile phone, and said with a wry smile: "This store is probably going to close. You can change the place. If you want me, you might as well do boxing yourself. You are born to eat this bowl of rice, don't bury it in such a small place!"

Seeing that he was worried, Tang Zhan nodded, and without asking any more questions, he turned around and walked out.

The rain is getting heavier.

After lifting up his hood, Tang slashed out of the club. He seemed to be rushing to the rain, but in fact he kept thinking about the injuries on Chen Wenxiong's arm in his mind.

"Um?"

But when he was about to arrive at the bus stop, the hairs on his arms trembled quietly in the rain, and his pores seemed to feel a bit of bone-chilling chill, spontaneously contracted and shivered.

At the same time, facing each other, a burly figure wearing a dark green raincoat was walking towards this side.
Chapter completed!