Time Keeper[Time Planning Bureau]

Will flees capture and hides in a storage room in an abandoned factory building.

"Huh, huh—" With dense sweat on his head, he leaned against the rusted iron door, covering his left arm, and the blood oozed from the seams of his right fingers slowly soaked his clothes.

There has been no electricity supply for a long time, and the lampshade of the broken electric lamp is broken, exposing the naked filament.The scarce moonlight even blurred the dust in the night, and Will carefully noticed all the movements outside through his hot breath.

After holding his breath and waiting for a long time, he finally got rid of the time guardians. He slumped down weakly, and the heavy stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground. Will, who was put down, closed his eyes in exhaustion.

A good night's sleep.

Will wakes up, gasping for breath from his broken arm.Tremblingly, he opened the sleeve of his left hand to avoid the wound. The time left on the watch was running out, and there was still half an hour left.

Tear off the sleeves for simple wound treatment.Supporting his body with his right hand, he stood up and walked out of the factory slowly.

"Hmm." A figure bumped into Will sideways and hurried away in the other direction.

I didn't expect to meet someone in such a remote place, it was still early in the morning.Yesterday, in order not to let the time guardian door 2 find it, I didn't dare to appear on the street at all, so I had to hide in a remote deserted area.

"Stop!" The man was followed by a group of chasers. Coincidentally, Will still knew them, and they were the time thieves.

Fortes fired at the running man, and because of the distance, the bullet hit the ground in vain, stirring up a little gravel.

Fortes and others who rushed over saw Will: "It's you again?"

"What am I again, are you planning to take other people's time again?" Will was concerned about the injury to his left arm, and pointed at Fortes with his right hand.

The man who ran away seemed to have seen Fortes and Will together, and was about to run away.

"You guys go after him," Fortes said to the others, who ran out behind him.

Seeing that the form was wrong, the people who were hiding at the corner and wanted to escape turned around to avoid the guns of Fortes and others, and ran behind Will.

"Help me," the man saw that there were only [-] minutes left on Will's watch, and hurriedly said, "Here, I'll give you two days, help me hold them back, help me."

Before Will could answer, the man couldn't wait to grab Will's hand, hoping to make Will try his best to help him, but he didn't see Will's injured left arm.

"Are you going to meddle in your own business again?" Fortes loaded the gun, "The last time I ruined my good business, I haven't settled with you yet."

Will frowned, he didn't intend to help him, he did need time, but this kind of self-assertive behavior involved him, which disgusted Will.But Will still whispered: "I can't delay for long, you run."

The man's lips moved, and finally said "Thank you." Then he ran back without looking back.

"Do you know how much time that person has? One year, I really don't know how he got here, but who cares? It will fall into my hands after all." Fortes rushed over with the people, Will tried his best Dodge, use □□ to deal with.

"Will Salas, you really look like your stupid father." Fortes said suddenly, leaving Will stunned.

Fortes' people took the opportunity to slam Will on the back with an iron rod. Will's body was shaken and he hurriedly backed away.

"What are you talking about?" The hand holding the gun covered his chest to breathe.

Fortes saw that there was no obstruction from Will, and his subordinates chased after him, and he was not in a hurry, and chatted with Will: "You, that father, you are so stupid, you died in the struggle."

"Father certainly didn't die like that," Will said, staring at Fortes.

"Who knows." Fortes kicked Will's knee against Will's stomach. Before Will could react in time to resist, Fortes then kicked Will away, allowing the men behind him to grab Will.

The subordinates pressed Will in front of Fortes, and Fortes unbuttoned his coat: "I don't like killing people the least, why don't we use fighting to decide the outcome."

Will looked at the person who grabbed his arm: "I lose, I will die, and I will be killed if I win."

"You don't have to choose, but isn't it possible to fight?" Seemingly convinced of Will's choice, Fortes rolled up his sleeves.

Just as Fortes stretched out his hand to Will, several gunshots rang out, and the two people who trapped Will's hands were killed. Fortes cautiously avoided the first shot.

Will and Fortes turned to look at the sudden third person.

A group of people that Will didn't know came, and there were two people holding back one person, who was the one who ran away just now, the one who had been there for a year.

"Jasonde!" Fortes yelled in a low voice, seeing that the person who had time inside was caught, Fortes understood that all the people sent out should be dead, and there are not many people around him, "walk Look!" He turned around and ran away with his men.

"Will Salas?" The person who walked in the front among the group approached, probably the person whom Fortes called Jasonde.

"You are Will Salas, the son of Daemon Salas?" Jason De stood in front of Will.

Staring at Jason and standing up slowly; "Do you know my father?"

"He is a good man."

"Unfortunately, he died early, and I don't have much impression of him." With his left hand behind his back, he carefully fumbled for the gun on the ground.

"Don't be so cautious." Jason went around, picked up Will's gun, and handed it to Will.Glancing at Will's watch, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's go."

Ignoring Will, who was watching him cautiously, Jason walked back to the few people who had been watching them.

"That's Damon's son?"

"Well, let's forget about those two days, go back." Some people inside had some opinions, but they didn't refute Jason's words, and they left the abandoned factory under Jason's leadership.

Will is lying on the bed in the daily rented house. Now he is wanted and cannot go out to work, and Will, who has gone through these things, can't imagine going back to the original life of repeated work every day, without any hope, and being exploited.

He had to do something, but he didn't know how.

Will got up and left the room.

On the street, I met the man named Jason again, and he seemed to know his father.

Will walked over, Jason De also saw Will.

"What? Is something wrong?"

Will was silent for a while: "You know my father?"

"Well," Jason recalled the past, "Damon is a good man, but unfortunately he is too good."

"What do you mean?" He had heard this sentence twice.

"Do you know how your father died?"

"It sounds like he lost the fight," Will said, looking down at the ground, "but I don't believe he will lose."

Jason looked at Will and smiled: "He often wins, and Dimon always wins. But he always distributes the time he wins to others, and he once gave it to me. He is very good because he is so good , so they were targeted."

"Being targeted?"

"I seem to have seen a wanted post about you?" Jason thought of something and turned to Will.

"That's..." Will said everything after hesitation.

"Then you also know the things in this society?" Jason continued, "Your father often distributes the time he wins to others, and what he gives to others is not just time," Jason's tone lowered a few times , "Also, hope. It is hope that this society does not allow."

"hope?"

"Okay, let's stop talking." Jason stood up, "Now you should find a place where 'they' can't find you and hide."

"Hiding?" Will replied angrily.

Jason looked at Will for a few seconds: "Do you really look like your father?" He took out a piece of paper and wrote a series of letters, "Here, I've decided to go to this place."

Will took the note and looked at Jasond suspiciously.

"If it weren't for Damon, I wouldn't be here now." Jason put his hands back in his pockets, turned and disappeared around the corner.

Will lowered his head and grasped the note in his hand.

"Are you irritable today?" Henry sat in the house, "Because there was no trace of Will?"

Raymond ignored it, took Henry's hand, and sent the time routinely.

"If you die, you, the guardian of time, will definitely know. So, are you angry that you can't find your whereabouts for so many days?"

"To shut up."

"Have you revealed your true nature now?" Henry curled himself up on the sofa, "In this society, how can there be so-called guardians? You are nothing but mindless executioners."

"Shut up!" Raymond stepped forward and punched Henry.

Henry tilted his head and chuckled softly, "Poor." He didn't know who he was talking about.

Raymond looked at his clenched fist, and something inside trembled and broke.The already restless heart became even more restless, so she got up quickly, left the room, and closed the door fiercely.