Manual of Space-Time Interference

"How is his health?"

"It is collapsing, but it has been relieved by us, but now the damage to his body is almost irreversible. Even if he can recover in the future, there will be serious sequelae." The doctor next to him replied.

"explain."

"Although the excessive amount of SX medicament has revived his body, you know the properties of SX medicament. It stimulates nerves and stimulates muscle activity. The key point is that he injected 8 pieces at a time." The doctor explained, then shook his head. , "He was lucky, but he was also unlucky."

"How long will it take for him to wake up?" the questioner asked again.

"Maybe a day, maybe two days, maybe a long time, or never wake up." The doctor next to him replied.

"Forcibly wake up, use the ST medicine that has been developed."

"This may cause permanent damage to his brain..." The doctor next to him hesitated. Of course, he knew that ST medicine would stimulate the brain, stimulate the nerve center, and make it run at a high load in an instant, and this is just The experimental potion, even the man who survived the experiment, became a dementia.

"If he hasn't woken up on the ninth day, just use it." The speaker waved his hand, sighed at the decoration inside the room, and then pushed open the door and walked out.

...

"who I am?"

Leng Leng asked this question, but no one answered him, and no one else existed in the empty room.

"who I am?"

It was another unclear question. He looked at the white ceiling above, stunned, without any movement, but finally, he turned his head and glanced.

Very familiar, there is a strong sense of familiarity in the unfamiliar...

"Where is this place?" A question popped out of his mind. He looked at everything around him, and his eyes finally slowly focused on an armband, a seemingly old, but still brand new armband.

"If a young eagle wants to fly, it must first spread its wings, spread its wings, spread its wings..."

He subconsciously muttered these words, and then he kept chanting the last two words, and the speed became faster and faster...

"what!"

A loud cry came out of his mouth, and he hugged his head tightly in an instant, but there was nothing he could do about the pain that seemed to tear his mind apart. The muscles begin to tense...

"Bang!" Fell from the bed to the ground, he shrunk his body into a ball, bit his teeth tightly, and his face seemed to be condensed together.

"Why do you want to save me?", "As soon as I kill pigs, you are pleasing to the eye, and you will be my brother in the future, how about killing pigs together?"

"You snipe, after I break, if there is a chance, we will drink together next time!"

"Remember to call my old man more, pay attention to safety, I have already lost your mother..."

"I only hope that in the end, he will be his hero, a living hero, a struggler of destiny..."

"If you want to say sorry, don't say it to me, don't say it to us, you should be sorry, it's..."

"Remember, we are comrades in arms!"

"I've always had a dream, his name, called - to go home..."

Numerous memory fragments began to collide continuously, and the scenes in my mind reappeared as if they were in the past. Slowly, the body that was curled up and kept shaking regained its calmness, and the condensed face finally stretched out...

"My name is Dialect, a square and upright Fang, and words that make sense, not Mandarin..."

A soft whisper, accompanied by the lowering of the hands from the head, slowly uttered, the dialect glanced around, then slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, although there was still confusion in his eyes, it was much clearer. .

"hiss!"

Dialect took a deep breath, felt the tearing pain from all over his body and took a deep breath, then put his hands on the ground, but he fell down in an instant.

"Humph!"

A light hum was hummed by the dialect. He took a few deep breaths, and then slowly turned over his body, lying on the ground like this, constantly stimulating his nerves through the cold ground, At the same time, he turned his head to look at everything around him.

"I didn't expect that I could come back alive..."

Dialect murmured, looking at everything around him with a smirk on his face, then slowly moved his body and put his hands on the edge of the bed.

"Well!"

His face was flushed red in an instant, Dialect clenched his teeth, and the facial features on his face piled up again. Slowly, he propped up his body again, but fell down in an instant.

"Whirring whirring!"

The sound of rapid breathing continued, and his chest began to rise and fall violently, but anyway, he finally lay on the bed and looked up at the white ceiling in the sky again.

It was sore and painful, as if the muscles were dissolved. There was no place in the body to exert strength. Dialect put his hand in front of his eyes, and then slowly put it down, and then sat up against the wall. Looking at this familiar room, this room where I have lived for half a year...

"I didn't expect that I would be able to come back alive..." He murmured unconsciously, with a smirk on his face.

"Is there anyone? Lao Yan? Ling Ya?" Fang Yan called out weakly, but there was no response from anyone. He looked at and shook his head, and slowly put his hands on the head of the bed, although his legs trembled slightly , but stood up slowly.

"call!"

A breath of air was slowly spit out, he looked at everything around him, leaned against the wall and walked to the door with a trembling...

"Crack!"

A soft unlocking sound sounded, and along with the opening of the wooden door, the slightly dazzling sunlight also instantly shone on his face, making him involuntarily cover it with his hands, and then took a slight step out. .

"stand at attention!"

"salute!"

Two elongated and passionate tones sounded one after the other~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At the same time, accompanied by the familiar contention of the 95-type rifle, crisp, and then cut through the sky...

The body began to tremble involuntarily. After the dialect took a step out of the door, he clearly realized that this was not the time and space where he was, but in the future, a peaceful future...

"boom!"

The uniform gunshot resounded in the sky again. Dialect looked at the familiar things around him, raised his right hand slowly and powerfully, and then slowly pointed his **** to his temple.

"Libi!"

A long and passionate voice sounded again, and the dialect also slowly put down his hand, and then leaned on the door frame next to him again, smiling, just giggling.

"Welcome home, hero..."