With a stinking smell of moisture, let him wake up.

His eyelids quivered twice, and suddenly, his eyes raised, revealing a pair of eyes that seemed to be drunk and awake, as if they were covered with a layer of foggy eyes.

Am I not dead yet?

Jason clearly remembers that his information was made public, the people of Hongmen followed him, and he fought with the elite of Hongmen, and in the case of an enemy, he killed dozens of people in Hongmen, and forced to open a bloody road and flee to the Jialai Pier.

But just when he boarded the yacht and thought that he had finally got rid of the chase, the yacht exploded.

The man at Hongmen had already found out everything about him and had installed a bomb on his yacht.

When he sank into the sea, he saw the fire burning on the water, and felt the cold seawater constantly attacking his body, but the survival instinct prompted him to wave his arms, but no matter how hard he could not float, he saw that his arms were only half left, and even the bones of Baisensen were exposed.

He turned his eyes and looked around.

Now he was in a narrow alley, right next to him, a rubbish heap, a sickening stench that emanated from the garbage heap.

He wanted to get up, but as soon as he tried hard, the pain of the heart came from behind his head.

He squinted his eyes and bit his teeth to death, so that he would not scream out.

He did not know where he was now, nor did he know whether the man in Hongmen was nearby, and he did not dare to speak out, let alone shouted.

He closed his eyes and rested for a moment, feeling that the back of his head was not so painful, and he sat up hard with his elbows on the ground.

As if he realized something, he raised his hands and put it in front of his eyes.

It was a pair of white and fat hands, but not his hands.

Compared to his hand, it was more like his body soaked in seawater for more than ten days, swelling with his hands.

But he clearly remembered that at the moment he was blown up, his arms had been blown off.

It’s not my hand, what’s going on with me?

He held his hand to the wall and stood up, and there was a sharp pain in the back of his head.

He subconsciously returned to touch, felt the palm of his hand slimy, put down his palm, the palm of his heart is full of blood.

After a moment's pause, he looked down again, the clothes were not his, the shoes were not his, not even this body was his.

Because he wasn’t so short, and he wasn’t so fat.

He was a man known for his calmness, but at this time, there was still a hint of chill in his heart.

He rested on the wall, closed his eyes painfully, his brain as if to explode, he lifted his hand and rubbed his temple lightly, and for a moment, his head was no longer so painful, and he staggered out of the little alley.

Outside the little alley is a spacious street.

The sky is bright, and cars and pedestrians are scarce on the streets.

He looked to the left and his eyebrows locked.

This is not France where he is, not France.In California, there are no such wide streets, and there is no such Chinese Chinatown.

Seeing a billboard on the side of the road, he walked quickly.

Standing in front of the billboard, he closed his eyes and took three deep breaths before slowly stirring up his eyes.

The glass face of the billboard, like a mirror, maps his body shape on it.

After a look, his eyes immediately fell again, and then he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard, and looked again, and as before, the appearance reflected on the glass surface did not change at all.

It was a sixteen- and seven-year-old boy, his five-point appearance, it is difficult to describe with words, the head is round, the body is also round, cold eyes look, like a big ball installed on top of a small ball.

Because there is too much fat on the face, even the five senses are squeezed to see the truth, a large and round white face, but also full of red dot-like acne.

He was wearing a sportswear, very fat, cuffs to pull up a lot to show their hands, as for the trousers, the long can be dragged.

In his life, he has experienced countless times of great wind and waves, but he has also experienced many strange and strange things, but he woke up and found himself suddenly becoming another person, this strange thing, he really has not experienced, seen everything, unheard of, but also made him creepy.

Just as he stood in front of the billboard, still in great shock and dazed, an aunt of the cleaner in orange vests passed him, and looked at him from time to time.

He suddenly reacted, three steps and two steps, catch up with the cleaner aunt, and asked, “Please, this is China?”He uses the Chinese word round.

I am afraid that apart from China, there are no more Chinese streets in the world.

The cleaner looked at him with eccentric eyes, as if looking at a psychopath.

“Isn’t it China or the United States?”

“Where is China?”

“The F City!”

City of F!He had heard that a city in northeastern China was just why he was here and why he would become this look.

He couldn’t help but rub his more and more painful brain, and murmured, “What’s going on?”

Blow up!

Suddenly, his head seemed to have a bomb suddenly exploded, a piece of picture appeared in his mind, the amount of information, so that he could not help squatting down, holding his hands on his head, whispering and whimpking.

These flashing pictures have absolutely nothing to do with him, in fact, a short memory of a strange young man.

The young man's name is Wu Zuohuan, a Chinese person from F City, who is 17 years old and studied at the 11th Middle School of F City.

Wu Doh Huan's father Wu Ming, is a soldier, when he was very young, he died in the line of duty, it can be said that his father's memory is very small, in his memory, most of them are his mother.

Probably since childhood, there is no father relationship, his mother is particularly fond of him, prefer to do two jobs a day, but also let him eat big fish every day.

The reason why Wu Shihuan is so fat is also directly related to his mother's pampering.

Although there is a martyr's father, but Wu Duhuan did not inherit his father's advantages, junior high school began to be unwilling to go to school, three days fishing for two days, skipping class has become the norm.

After graduating from junior high school, the relationship was difficult to go to high school, and then more and more intensified, often two or three days do not go to school, end-of-school small bastards.

This time, he fainted in a small alley, was to participate in two sets of mixed fights last night, and was hit by a stick and was directly knocked out.

Ironically, he was unconscious in a small hutong until dawn, when none of his so-called brothers and brothers came to him, and no one took the injured him to the hospital.

When he opened his eyes, Wu Yuhuan was no longer Wu Qiaohuan, but became him.

“Young man, are you... are you okay?”

I don't know how long it took, and a worried question in his ear woke him up.

He slowly put down his hands on his head, and his confused eyes looked at the cleaner aunt standing next to him.

He was sober now, but his eyes gave a sense of disorientation that seemed to be drunk.

Looking at his watery, foggy eyes, even if the old cleaner aunt had a moment of confusion, she stammered and said: "Young man, your head is injured, there is a lot of blood..."

Just a stick, if replaced by the previous him, he is afraid that he will not even blink his eyes, but Wu Qianhuan because of this stick, the soul flies away, and he is born again into his body.

He is not an ordinary person, walking on the edge of life and death all the year round, and has already let him practice no matter what happens, he can stay calm.

Although it is very strange and strange to borrow the body to return the soul, since it really happened to him, he did not be too exclusive, but he did not understand how such strange things could happen to himself.

But no matter where things go, it will not be worse than death.

As someone who has died once, as long as he can live, as long as he can breathe, it is already a great blessing.

If the end of death is a new beginning, then your own death is really earned.

He slowly stood up and smiled at the cleaner aunt, and said, "I'm all right, I just fell, my head broke a little."

“Go to the hospital and check it out, it’s no small thing to have a brain injury!”My aunt was kind to the cleaning staff.

“Hmm.”Jason, no, he’s no longer Jason anymore, he’s got a new name, a new identity, and Wu’s, the 11th High School is about to be raised three students.

Suddenly, he had a kind of urge to laugh, Hongmen people how to be magical, no matter how to see through the sky, it is impossible to count, after his death, he will be reborn in a young man.

He patted himself on the top of his head and said, "Just now a little faint, now it's better, aunt does not have to worry about me."

Auntie the cleaner looked at him again, confirmed that he was not in trouble, and pushed the trolley full of cleaning tools away.

Looking at her far away, Wu Duhuan retreated to the billboard, looking at the short and fat figure reflected in it, he slightly slit his eyes and said: "Wu Duhuan, later, your life, I will help you complete!"

After a moment, he slowly approached the glass side of the billboard and looked closely into his eyes.

Eyelashes are long, the eyes are fine, the corners of the eyes are slightly bent, the shape looks like peach blossom petals, the eyes are black, the eyes are white less, black and white are not clear, the water is clear, the water is clear, the fog is clouded, giving people a sense of confusion that seems to be drunk and not awake.

Now he finally understood why the cleaner had looked at his eyes, and even when he looked into his eyes in the mirror, he would look a little shaved.

After a long time, he slowly spat out a sentence: "A good pair of peach eyes."

A person, if you give birth to a pair of peach eyes, even if the appearance is ordinary, it will be very confusing.

Unfortunately, Wu was too fat, fat to the fat on his face quickly squeezed his eyes into a slit, peach eyes on his face, will only appear to be squinting, very thorny.

He looked down at his body and left his mouth.

The fat of this body made him feel as if he was wearing a set of hundreds of pounds of armor, even if he was standing, he had a feeling of chest tightness and breathlessness.

Such a body, he can not endure a day, must remove this fat.

He raised his hand to touch the back of the head again, there is some dry blood, if it was before, he would not care, but this body is too weak, if not to deal with it, he is afraid that he will bleed to death.

Wu Duhui turned his pockets over again, and finally found only two coins of one dollar and one five cent.

Even if he has not returned home for some years, he is not very aware of the current situation in China, but he will not be stupid enough to think that these two pieces of 50 cents are enough for him to go to the hospital to bandage the wound.

Go home and take care of it yourself.

It is not close to Wu's home, but it is not far away, with the memory of the brain, walking for half an hour, he walked to a residential area.

The buildings in this residential area have been for some years, and the walls of many buildings have fallen off and look astray.

The ground is uneven, there are many water depressions, because the weather is hot, there is a relationship between standing water on the ground, and there is an unpleasant smell in the air.

Wu sighed darkly, he had already been accustomed to a noble life, and now he even wants to live in such a place, but also really not very suitable.

He was a child soldier, a mercenary, a killer, and finally a middleman, his savings a lot, just a little, enough for him to comfortably spend the rest of his life.

But now, he can't take a penny, no need to investigate him can also judge, his name of those bank accounts has long been monitored, as long as a little move, his enemies can track and find the door.

For now, there is no room for resistance.

Thinking of his enemies, he naturally thought of his body that had been smashed, of his living drowning in the sea, and he subconsciously clenched his fist.