Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The knocking sounded continuously. After Dialect closed the thick door bolt, he lost his strength and sat down, leaning against the constantly vibrating iron door, panting heavily.

"Little, darling, is there anything else to do?"

Dialect asked breathlessly, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and exhaustion and thirst flooded into his heart in an instant.

"You need something soft to seal the cracks in the door, and then soak them with water!"

Xiao Gai's voice came, and Dialect took a few breaths. He supported the ground with his hands and the iron gate. He slowly stood up and began to look around.

"your backpack!"

A reminder made him wake up from exhaustion. Dialect was stunned. He took off the backpack from behind him, looked at the yellow blood stained on it, and the pale palm he was still holding, and smiled bitterly.

Turning on the flashlight, Dialect took out all the contents inside. Looking at the mineral water, his Adam's apple surged, but he turned his eyes away and picked up the saber again.

Cut-resistant, waterproof, and a little bullet-proof, this backpack is not easy to cut. Dialect shook his head, concentrated and continued to slash it with his saber.

The beating sound from the door seemed to be a little weaker. He took a few pieces of fabric cut from his hand in his hand, then picked up a bottle of mineral water, and walked to the door swayingly, through the small glass window above. Look out.

Total darkness……

Dialect was stunned for a while, then squatted down, looked at the crack of the door, and found a trace of black smoke constantly seeping into the basement.

"fine……"

He murmured, holding the cloth in his hand, twisting off the bottle cap, looking at the mineral water inside, his Adam's apple rolled hard again, and his thirst was extremely strong in an instant, because this bottle of water was the only thing he had left. next bottle.

"Hoo, hoo!"

Dialect took two breaths, closed his eyes, and put the bottle mouth directly on the cloth. Then he opened his eyes again, looking at the wet cloth, and separated the mineral water bottle from the cloth for a moment. The bottle cap was carefully closed.

The pervasive smoke was blocked by the wet cloth. Dialect breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the iron door, and sat down again. The vibration behind him had disappeared, and the entire space fell into dead silence again.

"Little girl, open... the mask!"

He swallowed his saliva hard, and after moistening his throat, he said the remaining two words.

"Crack!"

A slight sound came, and at the same time, an incomparable stench entered the nostrils.

"Ouch! Vomit!"

Dialect's eyes widened instantly, and the hand that was about to open the bottle cap was immediately retracted, his upper body tilted instantly, his hands supported the ground, and he kept making retching sounds.

"Close, close the mask!" He said, but he didn't dare to pinch his nose with his hands, because he knew that his hands were now covered with those stench-smelling yellow blood.

"Crack!"

A slight voice sounded again, the mask was finally closed again, and the foul breath was slowly blocked. Only then did Dialect breathe a sigh of relief, but the nausea and thirst kept hitting his brain.

"I didn't expect that I ended up cheating myself..." Dialect muttered, glanced at the lower right corner and it was already 4:23 pm, then looked around, but only saw a room full of tools...

"Little girl, how long can I go out?"

"Try not to go out. Even if the volcanic ash settles down, the air will still contain various deadly substances..."

Shaking his head, Dialect walked towards the innermost part of the room. When he passed his backpack, he picked up the broken fabric until he reached the corner of the wall. Then he stopped and put the phone aside.

"Little girl, after disarming the armor, what other functions can you provide?"

"Data analysis, data reporting, providing time, playing music..."

"Little boy, remove the armor, code 1598723!"

Dialect said, holding his breath, seeing that the armor was enough to go out by himself, and then quickly ran out, took the flashlight next to him, and ran away before breathing again.

A dull air, with a faint stench, but in the eyes of the dialect, this is already the best situation right now.

Using a piece of paper to wipe the surface of the mineral water bottle, Dialect frowned, seeing that there was only half of the bottle of mineral water left, he still twisted the bottle cap, took a sip,

A breath of freshness came, and at the same time, there was a greater thirst for water. Dialect took another sip, then quickly tightened the bottle cap, put it aside, turned his eyes away, and wiped the rest with paper. East and West surface.

Hard drives, a set of summer clothes, pistols, rifles, electronic bombs, grenades, compressed food, medical kits…

After waiting for everything to be done, he sighed, and sat down against the wall like this, took out the mineral water next to him, and ate a pack of compressed food, looked at the remaining one-third of the mineral water, and shook it. shook his head.

"Little girl, let's play some light music!"

Dialect said, leaning on the wall, there was only a flashlight beam left in the entire space, which seemed very weak in this basement.

The soft sound of music came, he looked at this dark space, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep like this.

He is too tired now...

……

"Turn on the storage device switch, then turn off the power!"

The dialect's voice was full of hoarseness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The stench in the air made him tighten the tissue over his nose.

Due to the lack of ventilation, the whole space is now filled with a faint stench, and in the position of the power armor, this feeling is even more obvious.

The indicator light slowly dimmed, and Dialect watched, walked to the back of the power armor, and pulled out a storage disk, which stored all the activities he had performed in the past few days, as well as small All the information stored.

"If the power armor is gone, it can be rebuilt. We already have the finished product, so it will be much less difficult to remanufacture. So every time you return, you only need to take a small storage disk away..."

This is what Dean Zhou said to him at that time.

Looking at the large storage disk in his hand, Dialect shook his head and quickly left the foul-smelling place to the place where things were stored.

He picked up the summer clothes and put them on, put the two hard drives in his pockets carefully, then took the mobile phone and looked at the rest of the things. By the way, I brought two magazines, and finally looked at the round gadget on the ground and took it in my hand.

"Huh!"

Standing in front of the iron gate again, Dialect raised the pistol and slowly opened the bolt of the iron gate.

"Squeak!"

A dull sound rang out, the iron gate slowly opened towards the outside, and at the same time a piece of dust was dispersed in the air, Dialect took a deep breath, put a tissue over his nose, squinted his eyes, and slowly stepped out .

The corpses are scattered all over the stairwell, and under the dust, they can faintly see a trace of struggle before death...

And now, there are only 10 minutes left before the return...