The third time was when he was hit by a dump truck in high school. He went back to the road twenty minutes earlier to prevent another pedestrian from being hit and killed. Lin Xing was scolded by the other person for being mentally ill.,But at this moment, Lin Xing looked at the somewhat familiar university teaching building in front of him, his brain felt like a lump of mud, confused and lost.,The man, as soon as he crossed the threshold, fixed his gaze on Lin Xing. A sinister smile spread across his face as he walked towards her.。