Manual of Space-Time Interference

When the pointer crossed five o'clock in the morning again, Dialect closed his eyes slightly, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that everything in front of him had not changed.

Something went wrong with time travel, can't I go back?

The thought popped up in Dialect's mind for the first time, but then he laughed at himself - he was so confused in the war that he forgot about the jet lag.

Shaking his head, he didn't care when he returned to the modern age, but quietly looked at the doll in his palm, waiting for the sky to slowly emit a hazy white light, waiting for the sun to appear quietly...

Everything seems to have not changed, except for the person who shouldn't be there, disappearing into this world where he shouldn't exist...

...

Cold, frost, snow blocking the road...

It's almost December, and Bronsk has turned into a snow city.

"Ha...Hatch!"

A sound rang from the periphery of a small town outside Bronsk, Dialect wiped his nose, involuntarily tightened his body a bit, and then put the doll in his hand in his pocket.

The past can only be left in the memory, and no one can predict the future. If he can, he will definitely fulfill his promise.

Supporting the ground next to him, Dialect stood up slowly, looking at the quiet town under the snow, he sucked his nose again, and then limped forward with a cane.

"Excuseme, couldIborrowyoucellphone?"

Dialect asked a young old Maozi in front of him, if he could, he still did not want to resort to violent cooperation. After all, in the previous world, Lao Maozi could be regarded as his savior.

"NO!"

The old Maozi in front of him replied in a vigilant and cold voice, his eyes were full of vigilance and alertness, but in the end he said one more sentence, "Ifyouareintrouble,youcanaskpolicetohelp!"

Looking for the police?

Can I find the police and still find you?

Dialect quickly glanced around, and after seeing that no one appeared in this remote corner, he shouted again to the old Maozi who was walking past him, "Hey!"

"boom!"

A fist hit Lao Maozi's head directly, Lao Maozi shook it but still didn't fall down, Dialect watched and made two more punches, and then dragged Lao Maozi's body towards a corner beside him slowly walked over.

A mobile phone was found from Lao Maozi's body, and Dialect looked at Lao Maozi lying beside him and shook his head, then pulled Lao Maozi's thumb and pressed it on the home button, which opened the dial pad.

Don't stop, you can use it...

Dialect pressed the numbers one by one, then took a deep breath, attached the phone to his ear, and kept alert for the old man next to him to wake up.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The short wait is so long at the moment,

"Code!"

"96VS87A54X68S54!"

It was the same string of familiar codes and the same familiar voice. Dialect listened, slowly sat down with a sense of comfort and joy, looked at the old Maozi next to him, smiled, and punched him again.

I'm so happy I can't help it...

...

"dialect……"

"Old Yan, it's me."

At the moment when this voice sounded, the sad look on Yan Hongchang's face finally slowly dissipated. He waved to the staff next to him, then pointed to the position of the big screen, and then asked again. ,

"How is the situation now?"

"It's very bad. I'm hungry and cold, and my left leg is broken. What I want to do most now is to eat a hot meal."

"In 10 minutes, someone will pick you up, and in 7 hours, you will be able to return to Yanjing, and then you can eat whatever you want!" Yan Hongchang said looking at the message displayed on the screen.

"By the way, remember to let someone handle the rest of the matter. There is an old Maozi lying next to me."

"Okay! Remember to keep in touch, and if there is any situation, remember to notify as soon as possible!"

A voice came from the mobile phone. Dialect put the mobile phone down a little and looked at the old Maozi next to him. Suddenly, he felt that the old Maozi was cute. Even the cloudy and snowy weather seemed to change at this moment. sunny.

"They're here, get ready!"

A voice came from the phone, and the dialect raised his head, looking at the two cars slowly driving over and a cartoon car sticker on it, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Bah..."

The small sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded, and the car door opened in an instant. Several agents in ordinary clothes immediately noticed the surrounding situation. At the same time, there were some faint signs in the surrounding buildings. About the silhouette.

"Chief, it's time to go!"

A man in a black leather jacket came over, stretched out his hand towards Dialect who was still sitting on the ground, and then slowly helped Dialect to walk towards the car.

"boom!"

The door closed instantly, and the dialect took two breaths, finally feeling a warm feeling.

"Chief, please give me your phone!"

The leader said, Dialect was stunned, and then handed over the mobile phone he was holding, and at the same time, a brand new phone was also handed to him.

"Do it cleanly!"

The leader spoke into the headset, then pulled down the window and handed the phone over to the staff who cleaned the traces outside, and then patted the driver's shoulder to signal for departure.

The car began to move slowly, and the things outside the window began to retreat quickly. The dialect paused, and finally turned to look at the leader, and asked, "Clean up the traces, what are you going to do? Kill him?"

The leader shook his head, and then said, "Sir, although the dead can't speak, killing him is not easy to deal with the next thing, we just replace him with a mobile phone, clean up the fingerprints you may have left, Hair and other things, then clear the camera records in the town, and finally, maybe we will leave a ruble for that person."

"Um!"

Dialect nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then shook it embarrassingly, and then put his eyes out of the car window again, looking at the white world outside without saying a word.

...

After half an hour's drive and six hours of flight time, the private plane finally landed slowly at a military airport.

"Crack..."

The cabin door slowly opened, and everything familiar appeared in Dialect's eyes again. With the afterglow of winter, it made his mood extraordinarily comfortable.

He waved to the medical staff beside him who wanted to support him, and Fang Yan walked to the ground step by step with his crutches like this, until he stood in front of Yan Hongchang, he stopped with his crutches. .

A hand was patted on his shoulder slowly and powerfully. Yan Hongchang looked at this face covered with scars and gunpowder smoke and opened his mouth, but in the end he just said a word...

"Go home, it's fine..."