001 Perfect Killing of the Savior-"The 19th Doomsday"

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"At 9:30 this morning, our country's giant manned spacecraft Golden Crow successfully left the earth..."

The clock on the wall reads five minutes past seven.

The news broadcast was playing on the TV on time.

Vincent King stood in front of the hotel bathroom mirror, carefully tracing the face in the mirror with his bleeding fingers.

Blood-red lines crossed the blue eyes and the high bridge of the nose.

Finally it fell on the golden hair that was neatly combed with water.

When you scratch the mirror with your fingers, it will occasionally make a harsh squeaking sound.

There was a syringe on the sink. The orange and transparent medicine bottle fell down at some point. White pills were scattered everywhere, many of which had been soaked in water and melted.

There was no water in the pool, just dripping red blood.

There was also an old-fashioned razor blade stuck to the bottom of the basin, red and red.

Two minutes ago, Vincent cut his finger with this blade.

Today will be the day he goes down in history.

And his blood-red self-portrait on the mirror will be published on the cover of textbooks in the future.

As Vincent thought, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a strange arc.

Laughter escaped from the cracks in his teeth.

"The Golden Crow carries 13,100 people... This marks the beginning of a new journey for our country in space exploration... creak..."

Vincent's fingers suddenly paused, and his nails scratched on the glass, making a heart-stopping sound.

He stared at himself in the mirror.

Just now, he drew a bunch of curls next to his ears.

He has had straight blond hair since birth.

Even before that, he used water to smooth his hair on his head.

But now, in the mirror, he actually had an extra bunch of hair that shouldn't be there.

He vaguely remembered that the curly hair was black.

Suddenly, he felt the wind.

No, it wasn't the wind, but the warm breath that sprayed on the back of his head, making his hair stand on end.

Someone was standing behind him.

Vincent was horrified, and his hand moved instantly and touched the blade in the wash basin.

Then he turned around suddenly and rowed behind him.

But the moment he turned around, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

He looked down and saw a syringe stuck straight into his stomach.

In front of him stood a tall girl wearing a black sweatshirt.

She looked young, no more than twenty-five years old.

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