Last Words of Rebirth

Pei Jiamu understood what Ji Tong meant, and held his hand nervously.

Ji Tong hugged his waist and fastened it tightly, "What?"

Pei Jiamu regained his composure, lowered his head and buried his face in Ji Tong's neck, "I've never been a vigilante, so I'm a little nervous."

"Feel your hands dirty?" Ji Tong narrowed his eyes, Jia Mu is too kind, just like last time, he must find the exact mastermind behind the scenes before he is willing to strike.

According to Ji Tong's own opinion, no matter who is the mastermind, you are not a good person anyway, no matter whether it is suitable or not, if you mess with me, you will have to pay the price collectively.

Pei Jiamu took a deep breath for a while, "...just not getting used to it."

"It's not necessary to do anything to him. It depends on his fate. Maybe he's lucky enough to be unscathed." Ji Tong took his earlobe and bit it lightly.

Between the two of them, Pei Jiamu has always been the rein that binds him. Without this tie, the whole world is just a cloud in Ji Tong's eyes. Anyway, he comes from another world, so what does it matter here?

After all, Pei Jiamu is only a person who grew up with ordinary value education. He can calmly harm others to benefit himself when necessary, and he will try not to hurt others when possible.

After the car accident in his previous life, he may have accumulated a lot of anger in his heart, but it dissipated a lot in Ji Tong's gentle treatment day after day, so that he never reached the critical point of letting go.

These behaviors are not the Holy Mother. Normally, when an ordinary person is hurt the first time, he will think of revenge, think of making others suffer the same pain as you, or even double ten times the pain. Minutes back, but only a very small number of people will be violent enough to disregard human life.

Killing a similar person requires not only hatred, but also an extremely strong psychological quality.

Ji Tong understands very well that Pei Jiamu thinks and prepares every day since he was alive again, and the most serious thing is to fight back with fire. The targets are very few, and most of them are probably counterattacks that are slightly out of line.

In his values, it would never have occurred to him to be a serial killer.Not only because he has ties, but also because he has a bottom line.

However, such a bottom line is sometimes unnecessary...

"Am I so useless?" Pei Jiamu loathed himself a little, "Thinking that if something happens to Jiaye, I don't think it's a pity for these people to die, but when I really want to do it, it seems like there is a wall in front of me that needs to be broken Just as difficult."

"If you crossed over so easily, you probably wouldn't be the Jiamu I love." Ji Tong smiled lowly, pecked his lips once and for all, and whispered softly, "Fortunately you have me, I will replace you Do. Just..."

When I was a soldier, I could decapitate someone with my own hands and splatter three feet of blood without changing my face. What is it to make a decision so far away?

"Just what?" Pei Jiamu straddled his waist and lay in his arms, feeling the steady heartbeat of the person below him, and felt that the breath pressed against his throat was much looser.

Ji Tong paused, "...Are you afraid of me?" People who kill without batting an eye are always intimidating.

"What nonsense!" Pei Jiamu slapped him on the shoulder, "Didn't you say you were a soldier before? Haven't you done such a thing?"

Ji Tong laughed lowly, wanting to imitate Pei Jiamu and say [God treats me well]. He used to dare not even tell his own background, but in the end he found someone who accepted him wholeheartedly. It was a surprise at all.

"Of course I did, do you want to hear some stories?"

Pei Jiamu cooperated with him to change the subject, "Of course, you said that at that time, human beings had entered the interstellar age for thousands of years, did they discover other intelligent creatures? Aren't there many sci-fi movies about aliens now?"

"Of course there are, in various forms, human imagination is still not enough." Ji Tong digs into his mind, and finds that at that time, he was always single-minded in accomplishing the goal in front of him. Quest or become stronger, not paying attention to anything interesting at all.

After thinking for a while, he snorted in frustration, and explained unwillingly, "Well, I was really a boring person at the beginning, and my experience was lacklustre."

Pei Jiamu couldn't help laughing, "Then let's talk about it from childhood, such as what kind of family you were born in, how you went to school, how you worked, and how you got here. It's very long. You can talk a little bit every day and take it slowly."

"That's really, really, really long." Ji Tong noticed that his breathing and heart rate were much more normal, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Who knew that Pei Jiamu straightened up suddenly, stared into his eyes, "I thought of a question."

"Huh?" Ji Tong hugged him back and stroked him like a cat.

"How old were you when you crossed over?" Pei Jiamu twisted, "itch~"

Ji Tong immediately understood his question, and couldn't help laughing, "Death in battle, uh, no, I was about 23 years old when I came here, and I have been the same age as you in this life, anyway, it is much older than you. Exchange!"

"Okay, Uncle Ji." Pei Jiamu flattened his mouth, thinking in another direction, "You said a word just now, did I hear correctly 'death in battle'?"

"Well," Ji Tong recalled. After all, it has been decades. "The carrier of spiritual power cannot be stripped from the human body whose cells are still active. Those who can perform tasks like mine must be dead people. But we can't find volunteers to come." Kill time travel, so high-level mech fighters who sacrificed their lives in battle are the most suitable, with strong mental strength, able to withstand pressure, and compensate for a new life."

"Aren't there many people like you? Maybe there are people from your hometown in other corners of the world." Pei Jiamu didn't dare to ask Ji Tong how he died in battle.

"In my era, high-level mecha fighters were selected one in a hundred thousand. Even fewer of them died in battle and could be captured and brought back in time, not so many." Ji Tong was a little proud, "You man doesn't care. He is an outstanding talent in any era."

"You're so pretty..." Pei Jiamu was about to say something when the phone rang.

Che Hai's dejected voice appeared on the phone, "Mr. Ji, my car was rear-ended. Do you have a familiar lawyer? Please contact me. I'll ask Fan Sida to help me contact the insurance company."

The background sound is noisy human voices, ambulances, and police cars.

Ji Tong also made a surprised voice, "Are you okay? Where is the accident?"

"On the outer ring side, I called Lao Fan first, and he's coming soon." Che Hai hissed, and then he cried out in pain, "The left arm is dislocated, and there are some bruises. It’s useless, the entire rear end was crushed by the rear car.”

Pei Jiamu leaned closer to listen, and heard that Che Hai was injured, and frowned. Ji Tong comforted him, "Where's the driver? How come there are so few cars on the outer ring road?"

"A group of idiots are racing fast. I saw a car coming from behind. I drove under the roadbed to avoid it, but the car overturned and hit me." Che Hai yelled, "Oh, I won't tell you, then One was stuck in the car and couldn't be removed, and the doctor didn't have time to come and take care of me."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Tong threw the phone on the table next to him and sat still.

Pei Jiamu patted him, "I couldn't hear clearly just now, what kind of injury did you get?"

"One arm is dislocated, some bruises and bruises." Ji Tong leisurely said, "He has a sense of proportion, and nothing will happen."

Fan Sida was nearby, watching the time and waiting for an ambulance, police car, and the media to arrive, and rushed there in a hurry. As soon as they met, they walked around the car sea three times to look, "Dizzy or dizzy, did the airbag pop out? Think Spit or not?"

Che Hai blinked at him, shook his head cooperatively, and said, "It's nothing serious, it's just that the car is ruined."

He was driving an off-road vehicle with a high chassis, and the front of the small sports car at the back was completely stuck under the rear buttocks of his car. A group of police and firefighters were gathering to discuss how to saw the car open and fish out the people inside.

The doctor just came over to look at the car and got out of the sea. If there is nothing serious, it is only the crowd around that side.

In addition to this overturned sports car, there were two other cars that flew off the road and hit the field. It seems that the situation is not serious. This is a big traffic accident. The well-informed media has rushed to surround I kept taking pictures around, and the police couldn't drive me away.

After filming, I saw Che Hai nearby, and surrounded me, and several recording pens came up, "Mister, are you the owner of the off-road vehicle?"

Che Hai looked ashamed and said stupidly, "Ah!"

Fan Sida helped him avoid some photos, "If you have anything to do, you can ask the police or the doctor. My friend is dizzy."

The reporter persisted, "Can you briefly describe what happened?"

"...What happened," Che Hai repeated, "I was driving on the road and they drove over and hit me."

The several downed sports cars were worth a lot of money, and the reporter became excited like a fly smelling a fishy smell. Coupled with the drag racing, it was a proper headline.

"Oh, please, can you recall what happened carefully?"

Che Hai clutched his arms, twisted his face and screamed in pain, and after a moment of stunned, he suddenly realized, "I have a driving recorder, a two-way mirror, which can take pictures of both the front and back."

As soon as the words came out, the reporter who was desperate for the news turned around like crazy and rushed towards the car that was being cut. The reporters from several different media seemed to have a tacit understanding and forced away the surrounding policemen. I opened the off-road vehicle door a few times and pulled out the data card of the driving recorder.

Then a group of people rushed back to the interview car to insert card copies, and when the police came, they were all copied.

The police seized the data card and took it away. At this time, a few cars approached quickly. Presumably, the family members of the owner of the sports car who were still stuck in the car arrived.

Verstad went to the side of the interview vehicle, squeezed away the surrounding reporters, and patted the middle-aged man holding Ben in the middle, "Hey, buddy, the police took it away, you have to make a copy for me."

The reporter looked up, "Oh, you are a victim, take what you should, email me one, and send it to you."

Fan Sida handed him a USB flash drive, "Just copy it, my buddy is still injured, the doctor has to manage the seriously injured number, no one cares about us."

The reporter heard the string song and knew the elegance, "Oh, you are sitting behind closed doors, the disaster is from the sky. Is the injury serious? Hurry up and call 120 to send an ambulance."