District 11 of the East Asian Revolutionary Federation, the disaster-ridden city of Tokyo.
Late at night, on the street after the rain.
The air was washed, and the water on the ground reflected the colorful neon lights in the distance.
More than a dozen cameras scattered in the streets and alleys have been damaged, and their parts are scattered all over the floor. The long LED display hanging on the convenience store flashes a line of bright red words.
"Citizens are asked to return home as soon as possible and reduce going out."
…
Isis stood on tiptoes, nimbly avoiding a pool of water stained red with blood.
On the street behind her, there was a scene that had been ravaged by a hurricane, with traces of destruction everywhere.
There were more than a dozen non-human-shaped corpses lying on the ground. Judging from their clothes and equipment, they should be soldiers.
"Ahem..."
A sudden cough made Isis stop in her tracks as she was about to leave.
She looked back, and in the corner, the only corpse wearing casual clothes suddenly sat up from the ground.
In Isis's feeling, this corpse, like the dozen other soldiers who were killed, was too dead to die.
But now he is alive.
"Ahem..."
Fang Cheng struggled to get up from the ground, holding on to the wall with one hand and looking confused.
One second he was squatting in the toilet at home playing mobile games, and the next second he changed his body and appeared on this unfamiliar street.
The scene in front of him made him dumbfounded. Did he accidentally enter the battlefield just after traveling through time?
Or the set?
In the dead and broken streets, dead bodies scattered around, and a woman with blond hair and red eyes standing dozens of meters away.
This woman was about twenty years old, with eyes like rubies, a nose and lips, no flaw in her facial features, and a perfect figure with golden proportions. Her long golden hair fell down to her waist like a waterfall, giving it a faint brilliance in the night.
She only wore a pure white dress, giving people the feeling of a goddess descending from heaven.
Noble, beautiful, and cannot be blasphemed.
Fang Cheng subconsciously touched his phone.
It looks so good, you must take a photo and send it to your circle of friends.
Let those female colleagues who have prettified themselves so much that they don’t even know their own mothers know what natural beauty is and what magic materials are.
But immediately he realized that he had traveled through time and would never see those troublemakers again.
And I didn't touch the phone, only the thick liquid.
Fang Cheng looked down and saw that his hands were covered in blood, staining his white T-shirt red.
What's the situation, breaking the defense as soon as it comes up?
"There's something wrong with you!"
A charming voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
The blond woman dozens of meters away came to Fang Cheng's side in an instant.
Fang Cheng instinctively wanted to avoid it, but his body suddenly stiffened and he couldn't even move his fingers.
"You should be dead, why are you still alive?"
The language coming out of Isis's mouth was pure English, which Fang Cheng could understand with his loose English at the construction site.
He was unable to move at this moment, only his mouth could still speak.
"I...I don't understand what you mean."
What else could he say, that he came back from the dead after traveling through time?
Isis' fingers gently stroked Fang Cheng's cheek and dropped to his chest, but she touched nothing.
She remembered clearly that this kid was just an unlucky passerby who accidentally entered the battlefield. He was hit in the chest by a stray bullet and died as soon as he showed up. Why has the bullet hole disappeared now?
Isis raised two fingers and stabbed Fang Cheng's chest easily, searching inside his chest.
This scene is so exciting, even more exciting than asking a young lady to eat chicken together and then the girl comes out bigger than you.
Fang Cheng opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out.
Soon, Isis found a bullet from Fang Cheng's chest, proving that what she saw was not false.
She smiled and was about to say something when she suddenly looked up at the night in the distance.
Something seemed to be moving in the dark night sky.
Isis showed a slightly impatient expression, took a step forward, put her hand on Fang Cheng's shoulder, and put her face close to his ear.
"Little brother, my sister has a surprise for you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she opened her mouth and bit Fang Cheng's neck. Two slender fangs pierced the artery, and warm blood surged out and was sucked into her mouth.
Fang Cheng felt like an innocent little pond, and this woman was a powerful water pump.
As the blood flows away, the physical strength is disappearing rapidly.
Gan, are you going to die just after traveling through time?
Then didn’t I travel through time in vain?
Fang Cheng only had this thought in his mind, his eyes turned black, and his consciousness began to fade.
Isis let go of her hand, and Fang Cheng fell down like a puddle of mud. He stared blankly at the night sky, his mouth slightly opened, desperately trying to breathe fresh air.
Isis licked away the remaining blood at the corner of her mouth with her tongue, her expression quite disappointed: "Ordinary taste, ordinary goods."
When Fang Cheng, who was half-conscious, heard the blond woman's comments, he suddenly felt angry in his heart.
You™, you still have the shame to look down on prostitution for free?
Isis squatted next to Fang Cheng, her ruby eyes closely observing Fang Cheng's physical changes, wanting to see if he could still recover.
It seemed that some kind of restriction had been released, and Fang Cheng's body was finally able to move.
His eyes fell on the blonde woman, and with the remaining strength in his body, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed her chest.
When Isis saw Fang Cheng's behavior, she was not angry, but smiled.
"What a little pervert. Do you want to touch your sister even if you are about to die?"
She didn't dodge, her eyes were playful, and she let Fang Cheng's hand get closer.
Just when Fang Cheng's hand was about to touch Isis's chest, he suddenly accelerated, thrust upwards, and poked two fingers into her nostrils.
Isis: (⊙ˍ⊙)
She has lived for who knows how many years and has seen countless men who want to do all kinds of things to her.
The only one I've never seen was someone who poked his own nostrils.
Because it was so unexpected, I couldn't avoid it for a while.
Isis suddenly appeared on Fang Cheng's other side, her fingers already pressed on Fang Cheng's heart.
She looked down at Fang Cheng, smiled and said, "Little brother, do you know what you are doing?"
Fang Cheng also showed a weak smile: "Ms. Ganlin!"
"..."
Isis's smile disappeared, and when she pressed down lightly with her fingers, Fang Cheng's heart instantly burst into pieces.
The look in his eyes quickly dimmed, his breath was cut off, and he could no longer die.
Isis did not leave immediately after killing Fang Cheng. Instead, she observed carefully for a while and found that Fang Cheng showed no signs of resurrection and was too dead to die.
She stood up half-heartedly, put her hands behind her back, walked briskly, turned around and disappeared into the deep night.
The dark streets returned to dead silence.
About ten minutes later, Fang Cheng, who was lying dead on the ground, suddenly sat up, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, as if a drowning man was getting fresh air.
Panting, he looked around and found that Isis had long disappeared.
"……not dead?"
Fang Cheng looked down at the blood all over his body, a little confused, and the wound on his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He was about to get up when he sat back down with a groan, his head swelling and pain.
A large number of unfamiliar memory images flashed crazily in his mind, like watching a ghost video fast-forwarded a hundred times, making him dizzy.
It took a while to accept these memories that belonged to the original owner. Fang Cheng stood up holding on to the wall. His whole body was weak and weak, as if his kidneys were overdrawn after the phase rush and he could hardly walk.
After he found the direction, he slowly left this place.
High above the street, a small drone flew quietly.
…
According to the memory in his mind, Fang Cheng returned to the home of this body.
A small apartment.
When he returned home, the injury on his chest had healed and his physical strength gradually returned to normal levels.
Taking off his blood-stained clothes, Fang Cheng walked into the bathroom naked and began to rinse his body.
The cold water gradually calmed down Fang Cheng's hot heart, and the messy memories in his mind were finally sorted out.
He already knew what kind of world he had entered.
This world is similar to Earth, but there are supernatural forces and various weird monsters, so the history has become different.
After World War I, under the impact of ideology and the increasingly dangerous living environment, countries with the same cultural background formed political alliances to deal with the crisis.
Now East Asia, Western Europe, and North America are three pillars, competing and cooperating with each other.
The political organization in East Asia is the Human Revolution Alliance, and Japan is District 11.
This body is that of an ordinary high school student who attends District 11.
According to the convention, with the same name as Fang Cheng, his parents died early and he has no younger sister to own a house, so he lives alone.
The original owner hid at home playing games all day, and wandered out to find food at night. Unexpectedly, he would stumble into a battlefield where government armed forces were chasing monsters, and was sent to meet his parents by a stray bullet.
According to this world's definition of supernatural species, the blonde woman should be a vampire, an extremely dangerous creature.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but mourn for three seconds for the original owner. It was the first time in his life that he was bitten by a woman, but he still couldn't see it when he died.
After the silence ended, Fang Cheng walked to the mirror.
In the mirror was a thin boy with long hair. The hair that could cover his ears and eyes was lifted up by him, revealing an upright and handsome face, pale complexion, and two dark circles caused by staying up late.
"It's okay. He's one-tenth as handsome as I was before I traveled through time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have a sense of immersion."
Fang Cheng raised his head and touched his neck with his hand.
There were two bloody holes bitten by the female vampire just now, and they have now healed.
But the palpitating feeling of blood flowing away still lingers in my mind.
When leeches suck human blood, the body secretes an anesthetic to reduce the pain caused by sucking blood.
This vampire is worse than a leech.
However, his body was able to resurrect from the dead and healed from his injuries. Could it be that he had become a vampire?
Fang Cheng thought about the other party saying he wanted to give him a surprise. Could it be this?
This is really a surprise. If we meet again next time, Fang Cheng is willing to give her a billion-dollar business to repay this "surprise".
"Um?"
Fang Cheng noticed a faint 4 on the mirror, reached out and touched it, and found that the 4 was not on the mirror, but on his retina.
He leaned against the mirror and opened his eyes wide. After observing carefully for a while, he found that a 4 was reflected in the pupil of his left eye.
"What the hell?"
Fang Cheng was about to continue observing when his ears suddenly moved and he heard slight movement outside the bathroom.
