Chapter 1 Jing Yuan and Fried Chicken

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In the dark bathroom, iron-red water dripped from the rusty faucet.

Wiping a bloodstained sleeve on the dirty mirror, the stained mirror gradually became clear, revealing the pale and bloodless face.

Jingyuan used two fingers together, like a doctor checking a patient's eyeballs, to open his upper and lower eyelids and move closer to the mirror.

The man in the mirror had stiff facial lines, his side face was stained with dried blood, his eyeballs were cloudy and covered with bloodshot eyes, like a patient suffering from pinkeye.

Looking at the whole body, if you don't look at the eyes, the whole person looks like a normal person. The combination of the facial features of the logo can be called handsome, but the lips are white and the skin is dry and chapped, giving him a dry and fragile sick feeling, like a scorching sun.

Leaves dried in the sun.

If you step on it like that, it will definitely make a crisp "crunching" sound, just like eating fried chicken, Jingyuan couldn't help but think.

Although this appearance has nothing to do with "fried chicken", he still thought of "fried chicken" immediately.

It's not that he has a unique mind, it's mainly that not long ago, he just ordered a "half chicken set meal" from a certain group.

Half a chicken, a cup of Coke and a snack of your choice cost just over twenty yuan. For a wage earner like him who had no savings, it was not too satisfying.

However, for Shuangguishuang, we still have to pay attention to its two shortcomings. One is high calories; the other is unclear production and sanitary conditions. After all, it is a takeaway shop and the production process cannot be seen.

So for the sake of his own health, Jingyuan set a rule for himself: he would only order fried chicken once a week at most, and he would only order the "ordered chicken" from his favorite restaurant, not other "ordered fried chicken"

, "Call a chicken" or "Call a fried chicken."

Because he went to this store for an on-site inspection and confirmed that their hygiene standards were up to standard.

Between your lips and teeth, you can still recall the wonderful feeling of tearing off a golden and crispy chicken leg, biting into a piece of meat that is crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside.

Fried chicken and Coca-Cola, it's so delicious that it won't change even if the gods come.

Having said that

How could he be in an abandoned restroom???

There was a smell of blockage in the air, and when I looked around, I saw old-fashioned squat toilets, wash basins covered with dust, and bath towels that were damp and covered with mold.

The bathroom in my own home is obviously clean and tidy, but if I look at this shabby place, it is old, worn, and dusty. I can tell that no one has used it for a long time.

Kidnapped? Or sleepwalking?

His head was dizzy. In order to understand the situation, Jingyuan began to recall what happened yesterday.

There is nothing special at work. The content is the same as usual, including reading work orders, troubleshooting problems, finding people to assist, responding to customers, and then the daily routine of complaining to colleagues about customers' weird ideas.

I worked overtime until nine o'clock, had a cup of coffee at the company, finished it in one gulp, and then rode the electric donkey I bought half a year ago back to the rental house.

On the way to get off work everything went normally without any accidents.

I didn't meet anyone from the universe, superpowers or people from the future. I did meet a large truck, but the driver was sober and didn't run rampant on the road.

Yes, he was very sure that he was not hit by the truck and went home smoothly as usual.

It was half past nine when he walked in. Since he had not eaten dinner and was very hungry, he opened a certain group and ordered the "half chicken set meal".

At about 10 o'clock, the takeaway boy called and said that he could not enter the community. He was too lazy to hold an umbrella, so he went downstairs in slippers and braved the rain to go to the door of the community to pick up the takeaway box.

After returning home, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and changed into pajamas.

The clothes I changed were thrown into the washing machine tub and left to be washed on Sunday.

These memories are all vivid in my mind.

What happened next? What did you do?

Oh, yes, takeout.

Watching the latest episode of "Naked Ah Fei" and eating takeout.

It was almost 11 pm after watching. According to his usual schedule, he should turn off the lights and lie in bed, watch short videos, read novels, and then go to sleep.

But yesterday was Friday, and the next day is Saturday.

You know, Saturday is a legal holiday and you don't have to work.

When he signed up for a job at school after graduating last year, he chose this company after multiple comparisons and on-site inspections. Although the salary was a bit low, the location was remote, and he often had to work overtime writing code from Monday to Friday, it was basically guaranteed.

Weekends and normal holidays.

So he didn't sleep last night and went to play video games all night long.

He couldn't remember the name of the game, but he only remembered that it was a standalone game on "Steam". As soon as he logged on to "Steam", he saw "-75%" with a green light. He thought he had bought it again and put it in the game library.

Hui, I didn’t expect that I was attracted to it after just 10 minutes of playing. I got out of hand and fucked all night long.

After staying up so late that he couldn't open his eyes, he fell on the bed in a daze, his eyes black.

The memory before coming to this abandoned bathroom ends here.

So. He sleepwalked to a very strange place?

But he clearly doesn't have the habit of sleepwalking. Even if he sleepwalks, what's going on with those red eyes?

Although the body is not as good as before, but staying up all night will not turn into this sickly look. The clothes are stained with blood, and the whole body is smelly. The most important thing is, why has the face changed?

Jingyuan moved closer to the mirror and looked at it carefully.

He had never seen this face before and didn't know who the person in the mirror was.

Well, it is not difficult for Jingyuan, who has many years of experience in surfing the Internet, to judge the current situation - he must have traveled through time.

Since he traveled through time, it means that he most likely died suddenly because of working overtime and staying up late playing games.

It was such a useless way to die, and it was actually similar to a certain brave man from another world who was frightened to death by a tractor.

It is said that he has never used private browsing. I heard that the police will check the electronic products of the deceased. Will he not only die physically, but also die socially?

In the past, I only regarded private browsing as a joke, but I never thought that this joke would happen to me one day.

Sure enough, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a lot. You should really develop the habit of clearing your browser records regularly, or just do it without leaving any traces.

well.

Jingyuan sighed, there is no medicine for regret in the world, no matter how much you regret, people can't do things beyond their capabilities.

Being anxious here will have no effect. The most important thing in life is your mentality.

Yes, mentality!

For a distinguished Level 5 Honor LoL player, overcoming difficulties with mentality has long been commonplace.

As long as I didn't see the policeman looking through my phone, then this incident didn't happen!

Long live Ah Q’s spirit!

Okay, Jingyuan once again used its optimistic attitude to solve the current problems.

He tugged on his tattered white shirt and thought to himself that God is really not merciful at all.

He clearly strictly abides by the "Geneva Convention on Prisoners of War" and does not spend more than two hours defecating for pay every day. He has never done anything harmful to nature since he was a child, but such a good young man died suddenly at a young age?

What a thief!

At least let me finish the game I just bought. I haven't played enough yet.

Jingyuan screamed unwillingly from the bottom of his heart.

What on earth is this time travel thing? A murderer? A fugitive?

He was unlucky enough. Although he often read time travel stories, he didn't want to travel back in time and become a royal noble, sitting in the three palaces and six courtyards. He could barely convince himself to accept the new life, but this face looked like a

dead.

He's not really a dead person, is he?

When this thought came to his mind, he put his hand on his chest and suddenly froze.

He forcefully opened his shirt and placed his palms tightly on the ribs of the leather bag.

No or no

You can't feel even a weak beat or vibration.

- He couldn't feel his heartbeat.

How is this possible?

He can obviously move, jump, and think, so why doesn't he have a heartbeat?

Is he dead? Is he actually a corpse?

But why does the corpse move?

It’s not like we haven’t seen corpses that can move. Although they are only in movies, they are usually called zombies in China and zombies abroad.

This face is that of an Asian, but Jingyuan feels that he is not the kind of domestic zombie that can pierce steel plates with nails, jump seven or eight meters high, is invulnerable, and is indestructible. This kind of death-defying look can only be from foreign countries.

It's a rookie zombie.

Could this be his new life in time travel, as a cannon fodder zombie, struggling in the apocalyptic world, waiting for one day to be headshot by the protagonist with a double-barreled troll?

This TM is worse than 996 being a leek stubble!

Grass!
Chapter completed!