Manual of Space-Time Interference

January 14, 2043, this is the beginning of this war, and the time is now March 11, 2043...

Dialect also asked about the reason for the start of the war, but Diana did not say why, but the most crucial word, the dialect, was successfully captured - nuclear fusion.

And the specific reason and process?

You can't expect too much from a little girl whose Chinese has not passed CET 6...

After the midnight rain stopped, the artillery fire in the city began to vent its anger, and the gunfire began to spread to all corners again, which made the shallow sleeper wake up in an instant, and subconsciously picked up the pistol next to him, Slowly put it down.

His hands trembled a little, and then slowly calmed down again. Fang Yan looked at the fireworks that burst out from time to time, and sighed leisurely, but instead of lying on the bed again, he walked to the stairwell on the seventh floor, holding the gun. , sat down quietly against the wall.

At 1 o'clock in the morning, there are still 28 hours, 100,800 minutes, before the return. It is very long, but it is also very short. The sounds of gunfire and artillery fire outside are like life-threatening notes, constantly tormenting the dialect at this time.

"call!"

A long exhalation sound rang out in this silent stairwell. He fixedly looked at the opposite wall. What was revealed in the mess was just a kind of numbness and vicissitudes...

There were gunshots in the direction of 11 o'clock, 2 o'clock and 9 o'clock, but the distance was still relatively far away, so it did not pose much threat at present, but this building will definitely be affected in the back, only But I don't know how long this time will be.

Originally, I was expecting this heavy rain to continue until the day I left, but unfortunately, the gods are not beautiful, so I stopped the rain at an embarrassing time. Change.

"A world that hurts!"

A soft swearing sound came out of the dialect's mouth, he took a breath, slowly stood up again, and walked back to his room step by step, took out some firearms on the ground, and then turned towards him. Went upstairs.

...

"Den! Deng! Deng!"

There was a light knock on the door, and Fang Yan looked at the unmoved security door in front of him, raised his hand again, but unexpectedly the door opened at the same time.

"Is something wrong?" Diana asked, looking at the dialect in front of her, while kicking the small stool next to her with her feet, and then put away a fruit knife.

Very sober, without a trace of chaos, looking at Diana's appearance, she definitely woke up when the gunfire sounded outside.

"There is something, you let me in!" Dialect said to Diana who was blocking the door, and then walked in along a passage she let out, putting all the firearms in her hands on the table.

"The gun, I'll give it back to you now," said Fang Yan looking into Diana's eyes, and then pointing to the firearm on the table, his tone became more serious, "but remember, don't aim the gun at the next time. I!"

"it is good!"

Diana responded, and slowly moved a stool and sat beside Dialect, silently saying nothing. Under the dim light and the roar of guns and guns outside, this small house seemed Extraordinarily peaceful and quiet.

"Diana, what are you going to do next?" Dialect asked after careful consideration, then turned to look at the little girl next to him.

"I don't know." Diana replied softly, glanced at Dialect, reached for the pistol on the table, and started playing like this.

The whole room returned to the original silence again. Dialect looked at the little girl next to him and hesitated, but did not open his mouth to say the next sentence, nor did he dare to say the next sentence.

After a long time, Dialect stood up abruptly, turned around and walked towards the door, but turned back again, looked at Diana, and finally opened his mouth, "I'll go first, I'll leave tomorrow. , you don't go out during this time, just stay here..."

After he finished speaking, he walked straight out of the house, gave the little girl a deep look when the door was closed, then closed the door and walked towards the location he had set on the seventh floor.

His heart is very big, but sometimes, his heart is also very small. In fact, he also understands that whether this little girl lives or dies has nothing to do with him, and the time and space lines of the two worlds cannot have any intersection. He is just a stranger in this world, but between seeing and not seeing, there is a gap between the two...

But in the end, in this dark corridor, he could only say something softly,

"Good luck, Diana..."

...

Time, walking slowly, the misty light finally appeared in this piece of heaven and earth, but the dark night that drifted farther and farther, has cast a layer of indelible blackness on this world...

The body is standing against the wall, and the rifle is held in his hand anytime and anywhere. He seems to be very relaxed and condescending, but the dialect can raise the gun and shoot at the moment when the abnormality is found.

Diana is very obedient, or she has already learned the rules of survival in this battlefield. After stepping out of the dialect, until now, there has been no sound from the upper floor, which makes this building look extraordinarily. of silence.

But outside, the sound of artillery fire became more and more roaring, and there was an instant uproar in the sky. The urban sports street fighting, which was originally a small fight, seemed to have completely changed its tone after the rain stopped, becoming extraordinarily special. of impassioned.

"boom!"

A violent sound rang from the side, and the whole building seemed to be shaken by the sound, and a tongue of flame flashed through a window next to it, causing the entire corridor to turn red.

Dialect was stunned for a while, then turned his head and looked down the stairs. After noticing the abnormality, he slowly stooped to the place he had observed before, only to find that the original room had completely disappeared, only There's a hole left, along with burning wreckage, part of a plane...

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Accompanied by the sound of this sound, countless black shadows flew quickly through the air~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dialect immediately fell down on his body, and stood up again after waiting for the countless helicopters to fly over. After looking at the burning plane in front of the building, he slowly raised his head and looked into the distance - the sky where countless black dots kept colliding, the urban area that was already shrouded in smoke and fire.

Lao Maozi counterattacks!

Dialect thought, pulled the bolt of the rifle again, and quickly turned around and ran towards the stairwell, because he had already heard footsteps from upstairs.

And behind him, a dark black fighter plane burst into flames, fell into the city far away, and then exploded in an instant...

On this battlefield, there are only two kinds of people left, the living and the lying, and there are only two identities left-comrades-in-arms or enemies.

no why...

There will never be peace!