Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Nüwa, what should I do if I can't fall asleep?" Dialect looked at the only bright spot next to him, then took out the tablet from the side. After opening it, he found that it was not yet 4:00 a.m. local time.

"Do you need me to play a lullaby for you?"

Nuwa's voice sounded, and inside this dark tent, he really felt a different kind of warmth.

"Come and chat with me, I'll ask you to answer, you can only do this..." Fang Yan said, putting the tablet down again, looking at the vast outside through the transparent place on the top starry sky.

After the future of the mechanical age, he no longer feels panic and fear about crossing. It can be said that his nerves have become larger, or he has become accustomed to it.

Now before each time-travel, he would sleep well for 6 or 7 hours, and then let himself have enough energy to face the next challenge, but the result of this is that now he is not jet lag...

I started sleeping at 11 o'clock in the evening, didn't fall asleep until 12 o'clock, then woke up at 3 o'clock, tossed and turned, but couldn't fall back to sleep again.

"Nüwa, do you think there will be other civilizations in the universe?" Dialect asked softly, looking at the stars in the sky, curiosity and intoxication in his eyes.

"It is impossible to give an accurate answer, but in the thinking of modern scientists, our earth cannot be the only civilization in the universe."

"Yes, the universe is so big, and we are always too small." Fang Yan murmured, putting his hands under his head, "Then let me ask you another question, what do you think the alien civilization will look like? "

"The exact answer cannot be given. It may be the same as before 2000 BC, or the same as the 21st century, or it may have entered the interstellar..."

Dialect listened, nodded, and continued to ask, "Is it possible that there are some aliens with big heads, weak bodies, or tentacles all over their bodies?"

"The life forms of alien creatures cannot be determined at present, but based on research, creatures with developed brains are more likely to go out of the interstellar!"

"Um…"

Dialect nodded, turned his eyes back to the starry sky, and said softly, "Put a light music, Tai Qisi Meditation."

The soft sound of music began to sound, accompanied by a quiet curve and a little sadness...

"Nüwa, when did you say that you can really have a pleasant chat with me..."

…

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning rose from the coast, and then slowly shone into the tent from the transparent area on the top of the tent, Dialect moved his eyes slightly, and then opened them instantly.

Covering it with his hands, he rubbed his eyes a few times, and stood up his upper body, which made him feel much more comfortable.

"Hache, good morning, Nuwa!"

Dialect slapped and stretched, looking at the power armor that was still dutifully standing beside him and said.

"Good morning, Commander, it's 7:32 in the morning. You still have one thing to do today, do you need me to call it out for you?" Nuwa replied coldly.

"no need!"

Fang Yan waved his hand slightly, and after he was awake, he took out a pack of wet tissues from the large backpack next to him, stepped out of the tent, watched the rising sun, and carefully wiped his face. .

A slight cutting feeling came from his fingers, and the dialect paused. He touched his stubble, which had grown out again, smiled, threw the wet tissue into the garbage bag next to him, and walked into the tent again.

Looking at the food reserves in the small backpack, Dialect took out one of the only three compressed cans, then took out the remaining half bottle of mineral water, walked out again, sat on the ground, and ate slowly. .

The sea in the distance was shimmering with golden light, the gentle sea breeze swayed his face, and the sun was imprinted from behind. There were no birds, no animal sounds, only a part of insects, adding a bit of gentleness and tranquility...

He scooped up the last bit of residue in the can with a spoon, and then stuffed it into his mouth. Dialect nodded, and threw the can into a garbage bag beside him...

"Nuwa, open the armor!"

Dialect said, clapped his hands, looked at the endless sea in the distance, got up and walked towards the power armor inside the tent, looking at the slightly open opening, and squeezed in directly.

"The system self-check has been completed, the surrounding environment is normal, the energy remaining is 80%, and the aircraft's energy is 100%."

He listened, nodded, and walked out of the tent with his feet raised, just like the saying - the early bird catches the worm...

…

"Start the aircraft to detect, scan the terrain, draw a map, make a route, the first destination: the ruined city ahead, the second destination, the other direction of the island!"

As the dialect spoke, the familiar "humming" sound sounded again, and at the same time, a thin blue cursor appeared on the light screen...

The surrounding trees are not tall, and the sparse leaves cannot block the intrusion of the sun. In the end, only a small shadow remains, printed on the dead branches and leaves on the ground.

The ground under his feet seemed very soft, and the dialect broke off a long branch from the tree next to him. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com kept poking the ground in front of him to prevent some accidents.

Walking slowly, a road overgrown with weeds appeared in Dialect's eyes, and at the same time, the outline of the entire city slowly entered his field of vision.

It is not known whether this civilization is the Atlantis civilization, but the buildings they use are still made of clay and stones, and there is no cement, or more advanced building materials, just like the roadside. the same building as…

He gently pushed the door of a building on the side of the road, and a piece of dust fell, but the wooden door in front of him didn't move at all.

"boom!"

With the sound of the sound, there was a burst of dust flying. He took a few steps back and slowly waited for the dust to dissipate for a few minutes before he lifted his foot and walked in.

Similar to Nuwa's prediction, this area was indeed destroyed due to the eruption of a volcano. Some of the furniture inside remained as they were, but they were covered with a thick layer of gray-black powder—volcanic ash.

Looking at the decorations in the house, he slowly lifted his foot and walked in, two footprints clearly left on the ground he walked on.

"Iron?"

Dialect picked up a kettle next to him, wiped the dust on it, and muttered softly.

Gently put it down, Dialect looked around, and then walked towards a corner, looking at the two bodies huddled in the corner, which seemed to be stone sculptures, one large and one small, shook his head, and slowly exited the house.

He picked up the door again and blocked it in a decent manner. He continued to walk towards the city not far away. The aircraft in the sky kept circling, and the map that was originally full of fog slowly opened a corner...