Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 440 The Beginning

  Thursday, May 9, 2019.

  At the moment when 13:45 arrived, the harsh retro electronic bell sounded on the No. 45 bus driving on the Jialin Cross-River Bridge, followed by an explosion.

  Boom~!

  The endless darkness erupted with dazzling glare, accompanied by thousands of degrees of flames and blasts that instantly engulfed the entire No. 45 bus.

   There was no time to react, and even the infuriating energy for protecting the body could not be propped up in time. Zhou Ji, who was sleeping, was hit hard against the rear window of the rear row by the powerful heat wave.

  While half asleep and half awake, Zhou Ji felt something was wrong.

   Not only is the true energy and spiritual consciousness extremely obscure, but the physical body seems to have become extremely heavy, as if it were ordinary people.

  Zhou Ji tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt extremely heavy.

  The fierce heat wave hit one step ahead of the flames, and the high temperature quickly evaporated the water on the body surface. Before he understood what happened, he could barely open an invisible gap.

  With blurred vision, he could only see the overwhelming hot flames gushing towards him.

   Subconsciously, he wanted to raise his arms to spread out the body-protecting zhenqi, but he couldn't even open his eyes. Not only did he find it difficult to adjust the zhenqi, but now he couldn't even lift a finger.

  The flames were about to swallow him completely.

at this time.

Wisps of blue-green vines flickering with weak streamers lit up in the blurred vision, like moths to the flame, letting the fire burn the vines to ashes, and constantly pulling out more vines to block in front of him .

  Build a high wall of vines that are airtight and overlapped.

  The air wave from the explosion threw Zhou Ji out of the window. Looking at the vines that turned into fly ash in the flames, Zhou Ji shrank his pupils, and finally broke free from the drowsy state.

   "Sito!"

Zhou Ji crashed through the rear window following the impact of the air wave generated by the explosion, fell three meters away, turned over to relieve the remaining force of the explosion, finally opened his heavy eyelids, and looked down at Duan Zai before he could look around. Vines in the palm of your hand.

  Si Teng, who was originally verdant and full of vitality, seemed to have lost most of its luster, and some branches and leaves were scorched, and it looked quite sluggish.

   Fortunately, the explosion just now had no fluctuations in mana and true energy. It should be just an ordinary explosion. Si Teng only consumed a lot of spiritual power and did not harm the source.

  Zhou Ji endured the obscurity of qi control, and cast the water spells among the five spirits to nourish Si Teng's body until the scorched branches and leaves of the vines rejuvenated, and most of his suspended heart finally let go.

  A flash of light came from behind with a soft 'click', and Zhou Ji frowned slightly, only to realize that he was on the deck of a bridge across the river that only the modern world could have.

  In front of him, the wreckage of a bus billowed with smoke and ignited a raging fire. Behind him, several rear-end cars crossed the bridge, forming a long queue in a blink of an eye.

  ‘Where is this? ’ ‘Why am I here? '

  Looking around, it seems that the memory is covered with a thick layer of haze, clearly remembering everything but seeming to have forgotten something.

   Tall buildings towered in the distance, and the sound of car horns was continuous, interspersed with rushing sirens from far to near.

  Facing this unknown world, it is definitely not the best choice to contact the authorities rashly.

Zhou Ji frowned slightly, turned around and walked to an Audi parked across the emergency lane, pressed the rising window, and just as the window was stagnant under force, his fingertips were like light and electricity, The middle-aged man took out his phone, shook the extinguished screen towards his face, unlocked it, glanced at the date and time, and deleted the photo he just secretly took.

The middle-aged man watched helplessly as his mobile phone was robbed, and he huddled in the car seat, not daring to react at all. His teeth chattered until he saw the young man who flew out of the exploded bus glanced at his son in the back seat. Nervously said: "Brother, big brother, the child is innocent, he didn't see anything, I took the picture just now, if you have something to do to me, don't hurt the child."

  Zhou Ji didn't intend to attack a child at first, so he took off the driving recorder and threw the mobile phone into the burning bus.

  The whistle from the news is getting closer and closer. An accident occurred on the cross-river bridge. Both sides must deploy control and be surrounded by curious people.

  No matter which way you go off the bridge, you will bump into the official.

  Feeling the obscure and flowing zhenqi in his body, Zhou Ji glanced at a lush park at the corner of the river, walked to the fence of the emergency lane, turned over, jumped off the bridge, and dived into the water with a plop.

the other side.

  A bus exploded on the cross-river bridge at 1:45 p.m. The number of casualties is unknown, and it is suspected that there were explosives.

   When the explosion went off, it could even be heard in the surprise office.

  The city government dispatched manpower urgently, the bridge was temporarily blocked, and workers, firefighters, and first aid rushed to the scene for rescue.

  At 2:20 in the afternoon, the fire was completely extinguished.

  City Deputy Captain Zhang, who was in charge of Xing Zhen, walked to the front of the bus and looked at the scorched and deformed body frame, feeling far less calm than he appeared on the surface.

  After so many years of being a shocker, this is the first time he has encountered such a major case.

  Nine of the eleven people on the bus, including the driver, died on the spot, and the remaining two were taken back to the hospital by the ambulance for emergency treatment.

   After introducing the general situation of the scene to Du *, Zhang Jingguan turned around and saw his apprentice Xiao Jiang walking towards this side with a pair of sons and fathers.

  The middle-aged man was slightly fat and looked in his thirties; the children next to him were only five or six years old. They were not frightened by the explosions that only American blockbusters had, but were frightened by the terrified uncle who brought them here.

   "Master, the witnesses at the scene have been found." Xiao Jiang took the two to the side, and introduced: "When the explosion happened, he was driving the Jia u520 private car, and had brief contact with the murderer."

  Officer Zhang Jing gave Xiao Jiang a glance, and said earnestly: "Xiao Jiang, calm down first when encountering something, there is no evidence that the survivor is the suspect in this bombing case, don't have preconceived emotions"

  Xiao Jiang was both indignant and aggrieved: "If he wasn't the murderer, why would he avoid us? He even burned the owner's mobile phone and driving recorder."

Zhang Jingguan knew Xiaojiang's impulsive character of jealousy and hatred, so he didn't want to say much in front of outsiders. He turned around and looked at the nervous middle-aged man and said, "Mr. Also surnamed Zhang, speaking of which we are still in the family. The detailed interrogation will be done in the bureau later, I just want to chat with Mr. Zhang in advance, so that Mr. Zhang can relax a little bit."

  Compared with the tough Jiang Jingguan, Zhang Long got a lot closer to the kind-hearted Zhang Jingguan in front of him. During the chat, he told Team Zhang everything he saw before and after.

  After listening to Zhang Long’s narration, Xiao Jiang did not hide his suspicious expression, his eyes seemed to say; ‘Are you kidding me? '

   Again, vines grow into sprawling teeth and claws, and the car is blown out of the car unscathed by an explosion. Do you think you are making a movie?

   Zhang Jingguan looked as usual. After patiently listening to Zhang Long's narration, he lowered his head to look at the child holding his lap, and noticed that the child did not have the willingness to refute loudly in his eyes, so he couldn't help but believe it.

   After understanding the situation at the scene and confirming from the firefighters that there were traces of bombs in the compartment, Officer Zhang Jing took Xiao Jiang back to the Jing Bureau and integrated all the clues he got into the hands of Du Bureau.

Several people sat around the meeting room and looked through the current information. The two people who were sent to the hospital for emergency treatment also died. Although the monitoring of the stations along the bus route did not fully find out the information of all the dead, the white-clothed long-haired man mentioned by the witnesses at the scene The young man with the flower pot never appeared on any monitoring platform.

  Du * rubbed his brows and said: "The important node of the current case is to confirm the identity of the strange man. He is the only survivor of this case. As long as you find him, you can know what happened in the car at that time."

"I have arranged for a portrait artist to simulate the portrait based on the testimony of the witnesses." Zhang Jing nodded, looked at Xiao Jiang and said, "Xiao Jiang, you stay and continue to confirm the identity of the deceased. I will trouble Ye Qian to take charge of the surveillance videos along both banks of the river." .”

  In a modern information age, whether it is the ubiquitous Skynet or the mobile payment integrated into all aspects of life, it can be said that it is difficult for black households without identity information.

  Finding a surveillance blind spot by the river, Zhou Ji cut off his loose long hair, avoided surveillance as much as possible, and came to a handshake building in Jialin East District.

This is an old community with complex terrain and lack of surveillance. Zhou Ji easily found clothes to change into, found a backpack and put the flower pot in the bag. After a simple change of clothes, he had become an inexperienced college student when he left the community , walk towards the park seen on the bridge.

   Along the way, there were frightening whistles coming from everywhere from time to time, and when Zhou Ji arrived at the park, it was almost dusk.

  Zhou Ji glanced at the clock erected by the roadside in the park. It has been four hours since the explosion. Regardless of whether the officials put all the shock on him, this is not a place for him to stay for a long time.

Opening up his palms, although he could feel the existence of the square diagram that only he could see, he still couldn't communicate with him. As for the memory of coming to this world, it seemed to be missing. He only remembered himself and Jiang. Ni bids farewell, opens the gate of heaven and enters the beam of light in front of Li Chungang

   Then, it seemed that something happened, but I couldn't remember what it was.

  Judging from the level of martial arts in the previous world, even a celestial being would not be able to affect the existence of the square diagram. Since it was not the work of a celestial being, it might be the game set up for him by the immortal sword.

  Zhou Ji tried many methods, but he was still unable to summon the twin swords of Zhu Xian and Jue Xian.

  Since one cannot shatter the void with two swords, one can only rely on one's own cultivation.

  Thinking of the explosion that occurred on the cross-river bridge during the day, Zhou Ji frowned slightly, thinking: "Is it possible that the key to breaking the game is related to the explosion on the bridge?"

   "Forget it, I don't think so much."

Looking down at the flowerpot in his hand, Zhou Ji can feel that the world is no less oppressive to Si Teng than he is. The most important thing for them right now is to restore their cultivation as soon as possible, at least to replenish the true energy lost during the day, and then To think about what to do next.

  Thinking of this, Zhou Ji sat cross-legged, put the flower pot in his arms, calmed down and adjusted his breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

  Thursday, May 9, 2019.

  13:44.

  The slight shaking from under his body awakened Zhou Ji who was sleeping.

Zhou Ji, who regained consciousness, opened his eyes and planned to open his body-protecting zhenqi at the first moment, but when he was circulating his zhenqi, he suddenly found that his cultivation base was not even one, and even the remaining zhenqi seemed to be exhausted Some.

  Opening his eyes, Zhou Ji frowned slightly, making fingerprints with his hands hidden in his sleeves, so as to protect himself at any time.

  I have crossed?

   Traveled to the modern world?

   And still on a bus?

  Why is there no reminder on the square diagram?

   Zhou Ji's heart was full of question marks, as if his memory was covered with a thick layer of haze, he clearly remembered everything but seemed to have forgotten something.

  Open your palm, clearly feel its existence, but still unable to communicate.

  Judging from the level of martial arts in the previous world, even a celestial being would not be able to affect the existence of the square diagram. Since it was not the work of a celestial being, it might be the game set up for him by the immortal sword.

   Now that he has entered the game, he can only rely on his own cultivation to break out of the game when he cannot communicate with the square map to summon the Jade Immortal Swords.

  Zhou Ji glanced at the flowerpot in his hand, and while gently stroking the stretched buds, he thought to himself.

  Thinking of this, I suddenly had a weird feeling that I couldn't explain clearly.

Um? Maybe it's an illusion?

Zhou Ji shook his head, happened to notice a line of sight from the side, turned his head and looked around, besides himself sitting in the middle of the last row near the door, there were ten other passengers in the car, and to his left was the car. In the corner of the last row, a young man wearing a black mask and wrapped himself up quietly glanced at him.

  Zhou Ji noticed that there was only a trace of novelty in the other party's eyes, raised his arm and glanced at the plain gown on his body, and immediately reacted.

Through the LED screen display next to the rearview mirror of the bus and the clothing styles of the people around, one can roughly understand that this is the modern world in 2019. In such an era background, his long hair and plain gown are indeed a bit too much. striking.

  Zhou Ji still doesn't know how he came to this world, nor did he find any identity information about himself.

   As a black household, Zhou Ji can be said to be very familiar with it.

  Looked up at the prompt of 'Next Station-Yanjiang Qian Road' that flowed on the screen, and was about to get off at the station and change into an ID card.

  Suddenly, there was a piercing "ding ~ jingle jingle jingle ~ ding ~ jingling ding ~ jingle jingle ~~~" in the carriage.

   Immediately afterwards, a loud noise accompanied by bursting waves of flames rushed from the front.

  Zhou Ji's eyes were fixed, and at the same time as the light blue zhenqi barrier unfolded, he felt the zhenqi flowing rapidly in his body, and he slammed backwards, and broke out through the rear window with the help of the explosion.

  Standing with hands behind his back, he landed lightly in the middle of the driveway, looked at the bus in front of him on fire, brushed his sleeves to disperse the barrier, and felt that strange feeling of inexplicable reason again.

  (end of this chapter)