Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Acridine! Acridine! Acridine!"

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning cut through the horizon, the seabirds also joined in, opening the prelude to a new day.

The golden color gradually appeared. On this beach, a pattern of "SOS" lined with stones was unusually obvious.

A figure walked slowly from a distance, looked at the few stones on the beach that were disrupted by the tide, adjusted it a little, then raised his head and walked towards the rock wall next to him.

Her hair was messy, her beard was long, and her thin face was much darker, but her whole person didn't have the mess and scruffy she imagined for the victims. Instead, she had the taste of a prodigal son.

"The twenty-fifth day!"

He put down the stones in his hand, looked at the five straight characters on the rock wall, turned around and sat down.

The sea breeze, blowing on his face, slightly tugging at the ends of his hair, wearing only a tight-fitting dialect, seemed unusually calm.

Twenty-five days have passed since he regained consciousness, twenty-five days of sleeping in the open air...

No matter what in the past, I could still eat delicious food. Although it was compressed, it was much better than now.

But now, all the food is found by oneself, the weapons are made by oneself, I have eaten bird eggs, crabs, and grilled fish, but apart from a little salt, there are no other condiments.

"It's really a bit bleak..."

Dialect tilted his head and muttered, looking at the rising sun that had already climbed into the sky in the distance, a warmth gradually emerged from his body.

The fixed branch on the left leg is still there. Although it has been considered preliminary healing on the 19th day, and some light exercises can be performed, the dialect also understands that once vigorous exercise is performed, it is estimated that the newly healed bones will break again.

I just hope that the next world will be kinder to me...

Thinking of this, he smiled himself, then shook his head, feeling the warmth of the sun, stood up slowly, and walked towards the place where he lived on this small island - the room with branches and leaves A simple house.

He couldn't stop the rain, and even a strong wind might blow him down, but this might just be a kind of psychological comfort, allowing him to sleep more at ease at night.

Slowly walking to the front of the extinguished fire, Dialect took the water bottle next to him and took a sip of water, then broke the fire in front of him, took two eggs from below, and wiped the ashes on the surface slightly. After that, I peeled off the eggshell and slowly ate it, and along the way, I thought about my next time crossing.

25 days, there are not many days until the next time of crossing. Depending on the situation, it is impossible for the country to find out, and it is impossible for him to contact anyone.

What I can find is only some garbage on the ocean, such as this wine bottle used as a drift bottle...

Dialect thought, stuffed the peeled egg into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then turned to look at the wooden spear he used for fishing.

This, it is estimated that it can be regarded as a weapon, and then, there is no more, just like the first time crossing, there is no preparation, and there is no help.

Shaking his head slightly, Dialect threw away the eggshell on his hand, picked up the wooden spear beside him, and walked in the other direction to prepare food for lunch and evening.

"IfIcanseeit, thenIcandoit!"

"If Ijustbelieveit, there\'snothingtoit!"

"IbelieveIcanfly..."

A faint singing voice surrounds the sky above the island, and with the sound of the waves, the more it floats, the farther it goes...

Meng looked back and looked at himself at that time. Dialect knew that he had grown up...

……

"Team leader, we haven't found any information about dialects so far. We hacked into the surveillance systems of many countries, and then performed face comparisons, but there was no result. Searches in various no-man's-land areas did not find any traces of dialects. ."

"Yeah!" Yan Hongchang replied, raised his head to look at Ling Ya, and said, "Don't stop searching, help me hand over this document to the intelligence team first!"

With that said, he handed Ling Ya a document, looked at the door that was closed again, lowered his head and opened the red letter document on the table again - the solution to the loss of dialect.

……

Location: Different Time and Space

Date: February 8, 2043

"Where's the vinegar? Give me some!"

"Come here, Baoning vinegar, how much do you want, just say..."

"Give me some too! Enough! Enough!"

Lin Chenghui said, took back his bowl, picked up a dumpling with chopsticks, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Hot! Hot! Hot!"

Lin Chenghui opened his mouth and breathed continuously, and the comrades next to him all laughed.

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Teruko looks like she can't eat it. Do you want me to help you solve it?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Lin Chenghui knocked off the hand that was reaching for his bowl, looked at the expressions of his comrades next to him, and tightly covered the mouth of the bowl.

"Don't make a fuss, eat your own food well, you can see that Xiao Wu is not doing well!" The squad leader said, pointing to Xiao Wu who was slowly eating dumplings in the corner, and then laughed, Holding up the kettle, "Say a word, Happy New Year's Eve, replace wine with water!"

"Happy New Year's Eve!"

The people around agreed, and also raised their own kettles~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Eat dumplings, eat them quickly, it will be cold later! "The squad leader said, picked one up, took a bite, and nodded contentedly, "Don't tell me, the dumplings made by this cooking class are really good! "

"Is that possible? Our cooking class doesn't say anything else. The teachers say it's second, and no one says number one!"

"Speaking of which, we even have a well-known cooking class. When the commander came to have a meal, he gave him a thumbs up..." A soldier held up his chopsticks and said if it mattered.

"Is there a story?" Lin Chenghui asked,

"Okay, one or two, it'll be heaven if you blow it again!" The squad leader waved his hand in disbelief.

"well……"

Time passed slowly in laughter and laughter, and one person chatted two sentences, from trivial life, to family affairs, daughter-in-law, children...

The night seems to be getting darker and darker. The city has also fallen into tranquility and peace. The red color of the streets and alleys adds a bit of joy and happiness to it...

But a voice suddenly sounded...

"Wow~~~"

The movement of his hand suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly. Lin Chenghui looked at his comrades around him, silently put down his bowl and chopsticks, and quickly picked up the rifle that was put aside.

"Load the live ammunition, follow me, and immediately evacuate the people in the area we are in charge of. This group of turtle grandchildren, Zhen Nima will pick the time!"

The squad leader cursed, opened the door, and rushed outside with the soldiers inside.

Lighting up the light, it appeared above the city, and then it became brighter and brighter, like a meteor shower, piercing the sky from the direction behind and flying towards the distance...

And behind him, there are still plates of steaming dumplings, constantly freezing cold in the cold winter...