Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Hot, I want to drink water..."

Dialect murmured unconsciously.

The body began to slowly regain consciousness, and at the same time, an unbearable sultry feeling came from the whole body.

Slowly opening his eyes, Dialect took out a bottle of water from his backpack with difficulty, unscrewed the bottle cap, poured it on himself, and then poured the rest of the water on his face.

"Well." Dialect made a satisfied voice, and his consciousness began to gradually wake up.

This is where?

The sand and dust in the wind made Dialect, who was still lying on the ground, cover his eyes with his hands, thinking about this question every time he crossed.

"Fucking weather!"

The irritability caused by the sultry heat made Fang Yan swear, then stood up, took off his sweat-soaked short sleeves, and looked around through the gap between his fingers, but his eyes widened in an instant. .

That is? highway. Dialect sees a winding white road in the distance...

Whether it was beside him or the mountain forest in the distance, the original dense forest disappeared and was replaced by an apparently artificially planted forest.

The original verdant deep forest has become sparse, revealing dry land...

After standing quietly for a while, Dialect's body began to send a high temperature warning, which was a precursor to heat stroke.

Dialect took a deep breath, took a deep look at the gradually bright gray-white sky through the gap between his fingers, turned and walked towards the cave in his memory...

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He threw the exhausted cigarette in his hand to the ground, and Dialect subconsciously took out another one, thought about it, and put it back. In front of him, there are already dense cigarette butts.

Cigarettes are something that can relieve stress. In the past, the dialect did not smoke, but since crossing the border, he became more and more obsessed with the smell.

But now, the cigarette that had been hoped for had lost its proper function, and instead made him more and more irritable.

The cave is gone. This is beyond the expectations of the dialect, and it is also expected, especially when it hits the illogical thing of crossing, everything may change.

Right now, he was staying under a mountain wall, and a raised rock above could just block the sunlight during the day.

He clearly recognized the position of this era on the timeline—the future, although he still didn’t know the position of this era on the timeline.

In modern times, there are basically no traces of human activities here, but now there are concrete roads, and the original vegetation has also been replaced by artificial forests...

There are no mechas, no spaceships, and no hovering vehicles. The only evidence of human existence is the planes that flew by in the morning, and the irrigation system that covered the mountains and plains.

At the same time, this era should have undergone huge changes.

The temperature in the morning made him unbearable, and at noon, Dialect had to keep pouring water on his body, and the temperature outside might have exceeded 50 degrees Celsius.

This is only in the suburbs. If it is in Yanjing City, the dialect can't imagine the kind of temperature.

The sky began to darken, and the temperature also began to drop slowly. Dialect let out a heavy sigh, looked at his watch, and it was almost 7 o'clock in the evening.

In the distance, light began to radiate little by little. This is the closest town to this virgin forest. Before each crossing, the dialect will buy drinking water and food in this town.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case again, lit one in Dialect and started smoking it. Through the hazy smoke, he looked at the radiant town in the distance, his eyes blurred...

Dialect feels that he has never been as full of torment and sadness as he is now.

He never thought that he would be a hero, or a savior. In his eyes, a hero is synonymous with death, and it is too difficult to be a living hero.

He knew that he was just an ordinary person, and he was afraid of death, especially in an unfamiliar time and space, dying silently.

He has yet to honor his father, find a girlfriend, and enjoy his own life...

But at the same time, he also knew that his supplies simply could not provide what he needed to live for ten days in this kind of weather.

Although the outside irrigation system can be replenished with water, other problems caused by this temperature cannot be solved, vitamins, salt, heat stroke, exhaustion...

But in his heart, there was a faint voice telling him:

"Think about your era, look at the current era, are you willing to accept such a future? Even if you won't live in this era, your children..."

The light from the fans in the small town outside is obviously a sign of human survival, but the dialect can't imagine what the state of human survival will be in such an environment.

One after another, when he unconsciously grabbed the cigarette case again, he found that the cigarette case was empty. Dialect smiled bitterly, but finally sighed.

After returning to the bottom of the mountain wall, Dialect opened the backpack, poured out all the things in it, shook it, and after making sure that nothing was left in it, Dialect put the backpack aside and rummaged through the pile of things in front of him. find it.

Mineral water, compressed biscuits, summer clothes... After thinking about it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com dialect also took out the prepared saber.

Tear off the trademark on the mineral water bottle, cross out all the words on all the water bottles with a knife, and tear off the packaging bag of the compressed biscuits. After eliminating all the things with modern logos, the dialect re-stuffed these things into the backpack .

Looking at what was left on the ground, Dialect hesitated for a moment, picked out the iron things like pots and racks, and buried them in the soil not far away.

Gathering the empty bottles that had been used up and the rest of the things on the ground together, Dialect tremblingly took out the lighter, but after hitting it several times in a row, no fire came out.

"Snapped!"

Dialect slapped his face fiercely, his face turned hideous.

Holding the lighter tightly again, Dialect took a deep breath, and a faint but tenacious light burst out...

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Standing in front of the fire that once brought life and hope to mankind, Dialect quietly looked at the photo in his hand, which was taken when he was 13 years old, standing in Tiananmen Square with his father.

At that time, he was pouting, because his father did not meet his requirements, and he had his own petty temper...

Dialect thought of himself when he was a child, a smile appeared on his face, raised his head, wiped his eyes vigorously with his hand, and gently threw the photo and his ID card to the fire.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

Dialect carried the backpack he put aside, walked out of the cave, and walked towards the distant town without looking back. Under the gray moonlight, there was a lonely figure...

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I am not a hero because I am afraid of death, but it is because I am afraid of death that I walk on the road of being a hero...

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