Manual of Space-Time Interference

5 kilometers, the dialect walked back slowly, because at the same time, I was thinking about some problems in my heart.

Originally, he planned to leave when he reached the next town or small town, but since the incident in the morning, he knew that he couldn't stay in this team any longer.

Maybe Shen Kun didn't want to kill Dialect at first, but since Shen Kun pointed his gun at him, Shen Kun's fate and his departure were doomed.

And now it's only the fifth day, and there are still 5 days left, 120 hours, including nearly 140 hours today, which means that he can do a lot more.

What to bring back, the dialect is still unclear, but he still wants to go to the city first, and the nearest provincial capital is CD, which is his first destination.

There is nothing in the barren mountains and mountains, and although the big cities are post-war, the remnants are still very useful, such as computers, mobile phones, books...

Thinking of this, Dialect suddenly fell in love with his tablet. If the tablet wasn't broken, maybe he would have more options, such as a secret research base in the deep mountains, an underground bunker.

However, after most of the things have been destroyed, it is useless to say these things. Whether or not to bring things back depends on whether it will threaten your life.

Anyway, I have already understood the general reason for this doomsday. Even if I don't bring anything back, I believe it can be stopped. After all, the think tank is not a joke.

……

Back at the camp, Shen Kun's body had been buried in the woods next to him. The people around looked at the dialect who came in, and there were bursts of gossip.

"Be quiet, don't let him stare, in case he shoots..."

"Bah! Murderer."

"..."

Without paying too much attention, Dialect just stared at them, making them all flinch and look away, and the gossip stopped.

"Go out for a walk with me!"

Seeing Dialect, Zhao Cheng waved at Guo Zhu, stepped forward and said, and led him out.

Guo Zhu next to him wanted to say something, but he swallowed it. Looking at the two people who walked out of the camp, he finally sighed.

……

"I'm going to leave."

The breeze blew on Diaoyan's face, and at the same time he felt a coolness, he opened his mouth to break the terrifying silence.

"Then, do you need anything else?" Zhao Cheng nodded and said hesitantly.

"This gun, and a map." Dialect said, looking into Zhao Cheng's eyes.

It is very complicated, with a hint of hesitation and sadness on his dark face, but at the same time there is also a hint of ease...

"I'll give you the map later, if you want the gun." Zhao Cheng hesitated, there was only one anti-equipment sniper rifle left in the team.

"To the northwest, about 5 kilometers away, there is a team, they will be waiting for you there, and there is no shortage of guns." Dialect pointed to the direction of the team where Lan Hai was.

Zhao Cheng nodded, then continued, "Where are you going?"

"CD, or the nearest city, or just in this mountain tomb." Fang Yan said, also sighing, "Don't think too much, it's just that I'm not suitable."

"Okay!" Zhao Cheng replied, thinking for a while, "I'll give you the tactical tablet later, there are teams in the northwest, I don't think I can use this."

"Then go back, I'll pack up and go."

Dialect said, turned around and walked towards the camp again, Zhao Cheng looked around, didn't answer any more, and didn't know what to say.

……

He didn't have much to pack, so he only needed to put on his backpack, which contained two bags of compressed biscuits, so Dialect only took two days' worth of food from the team.

After waiting for Zhao Cheng to hand over the tactical tablet to him, and after explaining a little, Fang Yan carried his backpack, lifted the curtain of the tent and walked out.

The tent is not brought, because it will increase the weight and affect your movement. Because no one is watching, it is not safe to sleep in the tent at night, so the remaining 5 days are the time when the dialect wind meal is sleeping.

Without saying anything, with hatred and disgust in his eyes, Dialect stepped out of the camp, looked at the map on the tablet, and walked towards the CD.

"Dialect brother!"

A child's voice came from the front, and the dialect looked up and smiled, watching Wang Yutong walk up, and standing beside him were Guo Zhu and Wang Bai.

"Just leave like this?" Guo Zhu's hand was still wrapped in bandages, with a few traces of reproach in his tone, "Don't even say hello!"

"It's not a parting of life or death, what are you saying hello?" Fang Yan smiled, listening to Guo Zhu's loud voice, his mood relaxed.

"Actually, I really dislike that Shen,"

"Don't!" Fang Yan raised his hand and interrupted Guo Zhu's words before he shouted, "I don't want to talk about this matter, I'm going to leave, so I don't plan to send some blessings?"

Guo Zhu embarrassedly touched his head with his still movable left hand, and said in an uncertain tone, "Then wish you a safe journey?"

"Can you be more sincere!"

"Yes, be sincere!" Wang Yutong, who was next to him, also called out, letting go of his father's hand and raising his little face towards Guo Zhu.

"Yutong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I'm not, so I'm not good at expressing." Guo Zhu said to Wang Yutong, then turned to look at the dialect, and hit the dialect's chest with his left hand.

"I won't say more, safe journey, brother."

Fang Yan smiled, turned to look at Wang Bai, and Wang Yutong next to him, and said, "Take care of your daughter, I'm almost done with what I need to teach, so practice more."

Wang Bai nodded.

"Safe journey!"

"Okay, let's go back, your team is leaving." Fang Yan looked back, Zhao Cheng had already started to pack up the camp, and was going to turn northwest with another team.

"See you later, I'll take a step first." After the dialect finished speaking, he took his own steps and walked towards the distance.

"Brother Dialect, wait!"

A crisp child's voice sounded behind him, he just stepped out of the dialect and paused, looked at Wang Yutong who was running towards him behind him, smiled, and then squatted down.

"Well, here it is for you!"

Wang Yutong took out a squashed toffee from his pocket, showing a little reluctance in his small eyes, but still handed it to Dialect.

"I'll give you one. After eating, you must be happy and happy." Wang Yutong said reluctantly, shaking her hand that was still raised,

"it is good!"

Without refusing, Dialect took it over, and then put it in his pocket firmly, and then said to Yutong softly, "Yutong will definitely have more candy in the future!"

"Really?" Yu Tong's eyes showed doubts, he tapped his face with his hand, and asked Dialect.

"Really, we pull the hook!"

"Okay, pull the hook!"

"The hook cannot be changed for a hundred years!"

"It's changed to a puppy..."