The curtains were drawn.
In a dimly lit, narrow room.
Ye Yuan's expression was focused, carefully sharpening a Hua Zhong brand wooden pencil in his hand.
Wood shavings fell from his fingertips.
Her movements were very light, and the further she went, the more careful she became…
He would occasionally stop and place the pencil on the milligram scale, watching the changes in the data.
At this moment.
Beside Ye Yuan's hand, there were already over ten 'failed products' that had errors in their data.
It worked.
Ye Yuan looked at this pencil in his hand. A trace of a smile appeared on his calm face.
At this moment.
He saw rays of golden sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains.
Ye Yuan raised his head. His eyes that were wearing gold-rimmed glasses were somewhat absent-minded, looking fixedly at those beams of light in the dusky space.
He stood up.
He walked to the side of the curtain, reached out, and lifted a corner of the curtain slightly. What he saw was the gradually rising sun and the city that was gradually waking up from its deep sleep.
……
In the room, Ye Yuan only went out when it was almost noon.
On the 19th of November, 2020 in Yanjing City, at exactly 3 p. m., he strode out of the subway.
Half of his body was covered by a black coat.
He stopped in his tracks and stood at the intersection of Huining East Road. This was the place where only he could see the notification in the 'information box'.
Ye Yuan pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses frame and took a look at the watch on his wrist.
He looked at the ordinary black trash can at the intersection and the water stains left by the rain the day before.
Silently, he began to wait for the 'time node' marked in his perspective.
……
3:13:21
3:20:48
3:26:10
The pace of time was not affected by anyone or anything.
It was cold and cruel.
……
In Ye Yuan's indifferent eyes, he focused on:
An old man reading the newspaper at the side.
A young man riding a bicycle in the distance.
A fashionably dressed woman.
The red signal light began to turn green.
Another Route 58 bus appeared in front of them.
The familiar roar of a sports car engine exploded in his ears!
……
"Time's up."
Ye Yuan took a look at the time on his wrist.
At this moment.
The signal light turned green.
Ye Yuan tidied up the black coat on his body and immediately took large strides, stepping on the zebra crossing of the asphalt road.
He took out a plastic bag with a pencil from his coat pocket.
He stood in front of the black trash can with a precision of a millimeter.
Ye Yuan straightened his pencil and started to adjust the direction continuously according to the path that appeared in the ability feedback.
Just after he had accurately placed it in place.
Ye Yuan's expression was absent-minded in that instant, pausing slightly. He thought of something, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up. Then, he lightly made minor adjustments to this pencil according to the new steps that appeared.
After finishing all of this.
He pulled up his black coat, lowered his head, turned around, and walked to the side.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The engine roared as a black Aston Martin appeared from the intersection!
Ye Yuan clearly saw the half-lowered car window and saw inside the car, the unruly and arrogant Yang Cheng Hengke Real Estate Group's Young Master Wang Luo!
……
Ye Yuan did not walk too far and just stood beside the signal light at the side.
He took in everything in front of him.
Following closely.
All the connections triggered by a pencil began to appear one by one…
A yellow taxi with the license plate number 'Yang.61872' drove past, and the wheels splashed the water beside the trash can!
The 'pencil' that was placed vertically above the trash can was knocked down…
'Rumble…'
Under Ye Yuan's attentive gaze.
The pencil rolled to the side of the sidewalk and began to attract the attention of the old man reading the newspaper.
The old man got up and wanted to pick up the pencil…
Behind the old man, a young man riding a bicycle hurriedly dodged and fell into a fruit stall by the roadside. Some fruits rolled on the ground…
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The watermelons were crushed by the tires of the bus and vehicles. The red soil splashed and fell like rain…
The roaring Aston Martin rushed out of the intersection like a beast!
At high speed, the red watermelon landed in front of Wang Luo's Aston Martin…
With a shocked expression, she stepped on the brakes reflexively and spun the steering wheel in her hands!
With a loud bang, the black Aston Martin lost control and crashed into a reinforced concrete pillar!
Panic instantly filled the air!
The busy intersection was suddenly in a mess!
……
At the intersection.
Ye Yuan stood beside the concrete stone pillar. He clearly watched this series of coincidental processes.
His pupils constricted and he panted.
He looked at Wang Luo, the young master of Yangcheng Hengke Real Estate Group, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the supercar Aston Martin. He was heavily pressed against the seat by reinforced concrete. Steel bars penetrated his body and blood was flowing out.
Honestly speaking, Ye Yuan was stunned.
He had never thought that the ability he had obtained would be so terrifying!
Gradually, Ye Yuan's emotions started to calm down.
A surge of Qi and blood surged up, and his cheeks became rosy and red. He began to open his mouth, and his expression was crazy.
Ye Yuan raised his head and intentionally looked at that scene of surveillance above his head with a smile that was not a smile.
Following that, his expression was calm.
……
He noticed that police detectives and paramedics were starting to appear.
Ye Yuan put away his emotions, lowered his head, turned around, and walked towards the subway entrance at the side.
He knew that Wang Luo would not die.
That was because he had changed his target at the last moment. He only hoped that 'Wang Luo' would be paralyzed and seriously injured, and not beg for death.
Ye Yuan wanted to let 'Wang Luo' see with his own eyes how the entire Hengke Real Estate Corporation he was in, the Wang-style family he was so proud of, collapsed and fell into desolation.
Ye Yuan wanted to make the paralyzed 'Wang Luo' truly sink into despair, like falling into an isolated island. It was just like the actions he once did to many people.
"I crawled back from hell."
"And…"
"All of this…"
"This is just the beginning!"
Ye Yuan stood at the subway entrance, turned his head back to take a look at the car accident in the distance, and said.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]