The Second Candle

After disabling the surveillance cameras, Lin Fan quickly made his way to his company. As he passed the reception room where his past self was, he checked the time. His self from one day ago was currently inside, greedily absorbing the power of time.

If he could, Lin Fan dearly wanted to go in and tell him not to sell that inch of time. He also wanted to tell him to hurry back and save Brother Hei and the others. But a force suppressed him—the constraints of the past. The past could not be changed. If he touched that forbidden zone, death would be his only outcome.

Taking advantage of the secretary going in and out, Lin Fan entered that miserly boss's office. The man was sitting behind his desk drinking coffee, paying no attention whatsoever to Lin Fan waiting outside in the reception room.

Standing there, Lin Fan felt no anger at all. After all, time had already decreed that this man would die here tonight. Using the power of time to observe him, Lin Fan discovered that the other party was already an empty shell, someone with no future left.

"First, I need to observe the escape route." Lin Fan narrowed his eyes. If his future self killed the miserly boss and left behind conclusive evidence, then he would very likely come to the company to explain the details of the crime. It was best to be prepared.

Walking to the window, he recalled the sight he had seen after jumping from the second floor—the cloaked figure who had leapt down. Barring any surprises, that had been himself. Lin Fan more or less understood his intentions.

"Did he leave the clothes there?" Lin Fan looked at the ground below the window. That version of himself had deliberately jumped