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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 points to five minutes past seven.

The news broadcast is being broadcast on 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 tall bridge of the nose.

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

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

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

There is no water in the pool, only dripping bright red blood.

There is also a red old-fashioned razor blade stuck to the bottom of the pelvis.

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.

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

Laughter escaped from the cracks in the teeth.

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

Vincent’s fingers suddenly stopped, 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 curly hair next to his ear.

He has had straight blond hair since he was born.

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

And now, in the mirror, he actually has an extra bunch of hair that shouldn't be on his body.

He vaguely remembered that the curly hair was black.

Suddenly, he felt the wind.

No, it was not the wind, but the warm breath that sprayed on the back of his head, making his hairs stand up uncontrollably.

Someone is standing behind him.

Vincent was horrified. 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.

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