"You are a time traveler, right?"

Facing the black hole of the gun, confusion, confusion, consternation, fear...all kinds of emotions exploded in Leon's heart, and the word "traveler" made him even more overwhelmed.

Dryness still permeated his mouth, and he couldn't make any coherent sounds from his throat. From waking up to now, such a change was too sudden for Leon, making it difficult for him to cope with it.

At this moment, his brain almost stopped, leaving only the most instinctive thoughts, but they coincided with his own self a few hours ago——

--thirsty.

...so thirsty.

Saying goodbye to a chaotic and confusing dream, Liang only felt that his mouth was extremely dry.

I shouldn't have cracked so many seeds last night, but as soon as I put my hand into the bag, I couldn't stop...

In a daze, Liang wanted to get up, but found that his limbs were difficult to move and were out of his control. Even his eyelids were so heavy that it was difficult to open them.

Fruit is indeed the source of life. Without water, I am just like a rusty robot...

Secretly laughing at himself, Liang took a deep breath and decided to call his good son, no, good roommate, who always stayed up late playing games, to help him.

"Old Zhang...give me a hand...get me a glass of water..."

The voice that emerged from his throat startled Liang, not only because the voice was too hoarse, but also because the voice felt extremely unfamiliar to him.

At the same time, after speaking out, Liang's hearing became clearer. Instead of the familiar hum of the air conditioner, the sound of wind entered his ears, accompanied by rustling movements and vague conversations.

This... doesn't sound like you are in a dormitory. What is going on?

Leon tried to open his eyes again and get up, but the weakness in his limbs made him helpless. All he could do with all his strength was to raise his head slightly, and then smash it down again.

The communication suddenly stopped, and Liang heard footsteps approaching slowly. He tried his best again and finally opened his eyes——

A dark blue sky with almost no stars comes into view. The most eye-catching thing on this sky is - two moons?

The two moons were extremely huge, occupying almost a quarter of the sky. The larger one was perfect, but coated with a strange layer of bright red, while the smaller one was incomplete and curved, half hidden in the blood.

Months later.

This is definitely not a real scene that can be seen on earth!

Panic surged into his heart, and Liang wanted to struggle to get up and confirm the surrounding situation, but his weak body rejected him again.

I...am I not awake yet and still dreaming?

This is the only reasonable explanation that Leon can think of.

No, this is not the only explanation, but the other option is so outrageous that he dare not think about it, that is - time travel.

Before Liang could try to "force himself to wake up", two figures appeared in his field of vision, two men. They had profound facial features and were all wearing black uniforms, like some kind of uniforms, wearing the same color as the uniforms.

helmet.

Liang's heart tightened and he almost didn't dare to breathe, but the two men also looked uneasy. The younger one without a beard looked at the other middle-aged man with a mustache and said:

"Joel, is this a living corpse that is not completely dead?"

This sentence was in a language that Leon had never heard before, but he could understand it directly like a native speaker, which made him even more uneasy. Dreaming will not let you learn an unheard language.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and looked at Liang for a moment, and Liang noticed that his right hand was pressed on the hilt of the long sword worn at his waist.

"No, it's not a living corpse." The middle-aged man stroked his beard, "Maybe it's a lost soul who hasn't turned into a living corpse, or maybe it's just an unlucky guy who is regarded as a lost soul."

The young man frowned: "What should we do?"

"According to regulations, he should be isolated immediately and reported to his superiors. But... regulations are just regulations after all."

"Joel, what do you mean?"

"Since he was taken out of the blockade area, he should be just a corpse." The middle-aged man snorted, "If it is really reported, the people in Team 7 will be held accountable. Do you want to offend them?"

"Then..."

"Throw it down with other corpses. After the fire, who knows what will happen here."

Leon's eyes widened in horror. Although he didn't know what a "living corpse" was and what a "lost soul" was, it was not difficult to understand what the two men said - they decided to burn Leon along with the other corpses.

Lose.

"etc……"

Leon tried to use this language, which was not difficult, but it might not be so easy to "make it work": because his throat was dry and hoarse, he spoke intermittently; on the one hand, whether the two people would listen to him, and on the other hand,

on the other hand.

"Sorry, but we don't want to cause trouble."

The middle-aged man grabbed Liang's arms, and the young man lifted his legs.

As time passed after waking up, Leang's control of his body was no longer so difficult, but now he could only wave his arms and kick his legs, and was completely unable to resist these two people.

No, no, no, this must be a dream. How could someone be burned alive just after traveling through time?

Just at this moment, another voice sounded from not far away:

"Two officers, I just heard something unusual?"

This voice belonged to a young man, and his tone was a bit lazy and casual, as if he had just woken up, but the owner of this voice was the only life-saving straw that Leon could grasp at this time.

"save……"

"Citizen, the bodies of the lost souls are being processed here, please do not interfere with official duties!"

The middle-aged man's voice suppressed Liang's small cry for help, and Liang could only turn his head hard, looking for the person who might be able to save him.

"Also, it's curfew now, why are you walking around outside?" The young man also raised his voice, trying to change the subject.

"Curfew? Yes, there is such a thing." The lazy voice came closer, "But it happened that I was doing some personal things for a certain big shot, so he issued me a special pass. Do you want the two police officers to take a look at it?

?”

The two people called police officers were silent. They were already guilty, and coupled with the other party's confident attitude, they did not dare to really check.

"Even so, please don't hinder us, sir."

"Hindering? Do you really think so?"

The owner of the lazy voice finally came into Leon's sight. He was a handsome young man. The most eye-catching thing about this person was his slightly messy lead-grey hair and his... Sherlock Holmes-like classic

Detective costume.

The expression on the young man's face was half-smiling: "I'm very sorry, two dedicated police officers, but I just seemed to hear... the 'corpse' talking?"

"This - has nothing to do with you, sir."

"Is it irrelevant? I don't think so." The young man touched his chin, "By the way, Prosecutor Charles's residence is nearby. How about we ask him and see what he thinks?"

The two police officers looked at each other. Prosecutor Charles was famous for his strictness and seriousness. Even if the prosecutor finally determined that this matter was indeed not the responsibility of this young man, the two of them could not hide their violation of the regulations and would be punished.

It is inevitable that if things go wrong, you may have to be demoted.

The younger police officer couldn't help but ask: "What do you want?"

"My request is very simple, let this guy live." The young man snapped his fingers, "How about this, I take him away, and you don't have to risk offending your colleagues to report it?"

"Okay." The middle-aged man could only agree.

"But I see that this guy's condition is not good. Could you please help me and move him to a nearby hotel so that he can relax first."

Liang breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know where he would go next, at least he was out of the most difficult situation now, and he didn't have to take decades of detours and be cremated in advance.

He looked around and saw corpses lying neatly on the ground. Some were wrapped in white cloth, while others were exposed. Not far away was a dug trench with several oil drums placed on both sides.

It was too dangerous. If no one came over, he would probably be thrown into the ditch, doused with a bucket of oil, and burned alive.

The rest of his life after the disaster made him relax a lot, but the previous struggle made Leon feel a little exhausted. As his consciousness became drowsy again, he lost consciousness again during the shaking of the transportation, but this time he did not fall into a deep sleep.

Instead, he was in a daze, as if he was dozing off in a boring class.

When he woke up again, Leon found himself in a small room. In addition to a single bed where he was lying, there was also a bedside table. The lamp on the bedside table provided weak lighting for the room.

A few steps away from him, the young man who had rescued him earlier was sitting on a chair, with his hands folded on his chest and his head lowered, as if he was taking a nap.

Feeling extremely thirsty, Liang's eyes wandered and fell on the glass water glass placed on the bedside table. There was a clear and transparent colorless liquid in it, which must be water.

water……

Liang pushed himself up hard. He still felt weak now, but he was much better than when he woke up before. At least he didn't have so much difficulty in moving.

He reached for the glass, but unfortunately, not only could he not pick it up, but he knocked it over. The liquid in the glass spilled out, spread along the table and flowed to the floor.

"Hey, hey, look what you've done."

With a sigh, the young man stood up and picked up the glass: "This is something from the hotel. If it is broken, you will have to pay for it. Do you understand - do you want a drink of water?"

Leon nodded.

"Wait."

The young man took the glass and left. While waiting, Leon also had time to further examine the layout of the room.

The interior decoration looks quite...classical. Although it is not medieval, it is older than the modern style. After thinking about the memory for a while, Leon believes that this should be the style of the early 20th century in Europe and America.

Lying on a bed with only a thin mattress was definitely not comfortable. Leon looked at the ceiling with many mildew spots, his eyes vacant.
To be continued...