Manual of Space-Time Interference

I once thought about countless ways of life in this world, but now, it is slowly unfolding in front of me in an unexpected but reasonable way, without death, without despair...

Dialect is getting closer and closer to this town, and at the same time his heart is getting more and more panic,

Whether it was the dry land he saw along the way, the growing sandstorm, or the cornfields, they all told him that the world was crueler than he imagined.

He even thought of a movie - interstellar, cornfields, sandstorms, all so similar.

The temperature was slowly rising. Dialect didn't know if this was the result of his own psychological factors. He stood not far from the town, observing this strange yet familiar place.

Dialect once thought of a situation where people's daily life would shift from day to night, because it is impossible for people to live in the temperature of the day.

But now, the town seems very quiet, and the scale of the town is much larger than before, with the specifications of a small city,

The original earthen house is gone, replaced by a modern residential building. The lights are dotted on the residential building, which makes the dialect think of the word "comfort".

And in the center of the town, there was a soft white light, vaguely like something was written, so I couldn't see it clearly.

He took out a water bottle and took a sip, Fang Yan wiped the sweat from his face, looked at the time on his watch, it was half past eleven, put on his backpack again, and continued to walk towards the town.

The surrounding temperature began to drop abnormally, and the closer you got to the town, the more obvious this feeling became.

By the time the dialect entered the town, the heat outside had completely disappeared, and the comfortable temperature made the dialect want to hum.

The busy intelligent machine is constantly cleaning the yellow sand accumulated on the ground, and then slowly moves to the side, dumping the loaded sand into the unified storage box.

Walking in a small town surrounded by green, Dialect felt an inexplicable peace of mind when he saw the towering residential buildings, sci-fi-style cars, and subway signs on both sides of the road.

"Boss, two more beers!"

"Wait a minute, I'll be there soon!"

"Why isn't our BBQ ready yet..."

"Wait a moment, yours will be ready soon."

"boss…"

He heard voices from the alley in the distance, Dialect trotted over and looked inside. It was a barbecue stall, black people and Chinese people were sitting on both sides of the river, eating barbecue and drinking wine.

Although I was amazed that the black people could speak Mandarin so smoothly, the dialect paid more attention to the table in front of a Chinese man, to be precise, the technology products on the table.

"Holographic technology." Dialect said softly, looking at the constantly changing images on the table.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and started running towards the white light in the center of the town.

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Earth, don't cry anymore!

Local time: 00:23 on July 21, 2103 AD

Local temperature: 26.3℃

Tomorrow's weather: Severe dust storm

And behind these four-line characters, there is a spinning, incomparably beautiful earth...

Dialect put his hands on his knees, looked at the green image of the earth, and slowly sat on the ground, laughing in a low voice.

"Which little **** is so restless, he went crazy in the middle of the night, right? Go crazy outside and don't disturb Lao Tzu's sleep with his grandmother!"

Dialect instantly stopped the slightly frantic laughter, glanced humbly in the direction the voice was coming from, found an underground garage with a smile, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

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Dialect woke up in the evening of the second day. The door of the garage was automatically locked, and only the rustling sound of the wind and sand rubbing against the door of the garage outside could be heard.

After trying all the actions to attract people's attention to no avail, Dialect returned to a dark corner and quietly froze.

It seems that I'm used to being alone, Dialect thought to himself.

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"Hey, wake up, it's 8 o'clock."

Feeling the slap on his face, Dialect opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a big man in a security uniform.

"The sandstorm has stopped, let's go home, you've stayed like this for two days, why didn't you call the police station and ask them to pick it up?" The big man blamed the dialect with his eyes open.

"I lost my phone and I can't get in touch with anyone." The dialect's voice was dry. At the same time, he stood up and moved his stiff body.

"You can too, the watch phone can also be dropped, okay, I won't say anything, just go home and wash it." The big man waved his hand and said.

"Thank you, big brother." Dialect shouted to the big man who turned and left.

He changed his clothes in a corner of the underground garage. Dialect luxuriously washed his head and face with two bottles of mineral water, and walked out of the garage door.

The wind is quite noisy, this black man is quite cute, and the temperature is too comfortable...

"Ah, bah!" Dialect spat out a mouthful of sand.

"Then what, big brother, I'm sorry."

Dialect turned to look at the **** brother who was holding a broom and showing his white teeth, his body shuddered.

"It's alright, you go on, go on."

The black man glanced at Dialect in surprise, and swept along the path that Dialect gave.

My God, it’s my birthday, the **** brother is more fluent in Mandarin than me.

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"The sandstorm warning has ended. It is expected that the traffic roads in the nearby county will be cleaned up tomorrow..."

Stop and go along the way, and dialect also saw many scenes that cannot be seen at night. The intelligent machine that cleans the surface of a building in 10 minutes, the holographic image in the center of the shopping mall, the screen advertisement on the surface of the building, and the hurried passing by the street. Beautiful women, and a restaurant full of aroma...

The smell of fresh food, Fang Yan took a few sips towards the restaurant, and instantly felt that he was half-blooded. Thinking of the scenes in the mountains at that time, Fang Yan felt that he was really stupid at that time.

Continuing to walk forward, the dialect saw the Bank of China, touched his pocket, and there was more than 800 yuan of renminbi that he had specially left behind.

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"Excuse me, where is the RMB exchange?" Dialect asked the security guard in the hall.

"What did you say?"

"The exchange of RMB is the exchange of RMB in the past."

"Renminbi exchange in the past, UU reading www.uukanshu.com You go to that counter to find that beauty." The security guard pointed to the dialect with his hand.

"Thank you." Dialect said, and walked towards the counter.

"Hello, beauty, may I exchange RMB for previous periods?" Dialect asked.

"Okay, take it out."

Dialect took out his wallet from his pocket, took out 847 yuan, thought about it, and took a hundred dollars back.

"Wait, you should be the sixth set of RMB." The lady at the counter stared at the money that Dialect took out, her eyes widened, and she began to shine.

She quickly took out what looked like a mobile phone and scanned the pile of coins. The eyes of the lady at the counter were even brighter.

"Cough, you put it away first."

Dialect looked confused, but he kept it obediently.

"Follow me." The lady at the counter looked at Dialect, picked up her wallet, turned around and shouted, "Sister Zhang, let me go out."

Dialect really doesn't know what's going on now. At this time, he has been dragged by the counter lady to a small corner near the bank.

"Hand over it." The lady at the counter stretched out her hand towards Dialect.

"What to pay?" Fang Yan shrank, a little scared.

"Your sixth set of RMB, I will buy it at the right price. Anyway, you can only exchange it for the equivalent price at the bank. What are you doing, I won't eat you." The lady at the counter looked scared. dialect, said with a blank look.

After a long time, after the two people in the corner made an indescribable transaction, Dialect walked out with the 3,000 yuan in his hand, and behind him was the blushing counter lady.

Don't be crooked, the dialects are just very pure to kill the bargain, um, very "pure".