"I'm traveling through time?"

Fu Qingjun was stunned and looked at the calendar of the same day of the same year, which was also the 2020 Chinese Valentine's Day.

He began to study the style of the room, which seemed to be a layout that only appeared a hundred years ago. The only thing that could confirm the times seemed to be the old record machine in the corner.

He turned around slowly and saw a corpse committing suicide and hanging in front of him, looking at him.

"Damn what the hell!"

Fu Qingjun was so scared that he took several steps back on the spot.

The corpse was dressed simply and had a fierce aura.

The calluses on his hands, lush black hair, a bronze-colored and strong muscles, and the most important thing is that he has a face similar to himself, which makes him feel a strong sense of intimacy...

He had a sense of tremendousness:

This ancient ship seemed to be taking itself to a parallel world, which is also August 25th.

The corpse in front of me is me in this parallel world?

"Calm down, calm down! I must first understand where I am!"

He forced himself to calm down and took out the ancient ship that could make him feel safe. It was still so delicate and small, and he let out a deep breath of turbid air.

"The compass pointer that had been rotating above completely stopped, dimly, but the anchor on the ship..."

But it disappeared.

After the ship seemed to have completely exhausted all its energy and became ordinary objects after docking, but the picture came from vaguely:

On the sky of a water blue planet similar to the earth's territory, countless earth-shaking ancient immortals and gods on the ancient ship died one after another, staining the hull with blood. The ancient ship was stained with evil and eventually the broken ancient ship fell into the void...

"Corpses and blood..." He frowned, put away the boat, hung the rope again on his neck, and hid it carefully, "Can you really be on the run and spend all the money to escape from our world?"

What terrible thing really came that led to the end of the earth?

Can I go back and save them, save people in the ruins of doomsday?

There were too many doubts and confusions, and Fu Qingjun relaxed for a while before lowering his head and looking at the body carefully:

This is myself, there is nothing wrong with that.

But I am probably 1.9 meters tall in this world.

The bronze-colored muscles are extremely strong, giving people an extremely strong and strong feeling, like a coolie worker at the dock, with a long and long body of muscles.

Fu Qingjun squatted down tentatively, stretched out his fingertips to touch the corpse, but it was still warm.

"This body is obviously not something I practiced in a greenhouse gym. I have knife wounds all over my body, and there is a black dragon tattoo on my shoulder. It's like those gangsters in the world... Could it be that I am a gangster in the world?"

It is obvious that he has just died and he has arrived. Time seems to be perfectly connected. This ship is looking for a parallel world where he has just died?

"What is the origin of the ancient ship? Is it so strong that it cannot be understood?" Fu Qingjun kept thinking, thinking wildly about the strange and unknown situation in front of him.

Soon, with the touch, a cold stream of ice flowed into himself and merged into his brain.

boom!!

A severe headache that was far beyond the previous one followed.

It is not the same level as my previous "fragmental" soul.

My brain was like a naughty child who opened the manhole cover, threw a hundred strings of firecrackers and covered the manhole cover, and burst out completely, crackling and crisp sounds.

Fu Qingjun's brain hurt for a long time before it slightly relieved.

Look at the mirror next to you.

At this time, my hair was stripped naked, my eyes were black, and my eyes were covered with blood.

"It's getting worse and worse. My weak head is already bearing the mature and huge soul that I shouldn't have to bear at this age!!"

"If I can't find a way to deal with my huge soul, let alone growing hair to relieve my headaches, I feel like I'm going to die soon."

After a breath of relief, I sorted out the legacy of the world's "itself".

Memory is incomplete and extremely scattered.

"This is also in 2020, but it is obvious that civilization is about a hundred years behind, and the benchmark should be 1920. It seems that the world is still in the period of World War II?"

"Also, why did he hang himself and commit suicide?" Fu Qingjun felt puzzled.

It is obvious that my best way to do now is to inherit his legacy and identity.

And how did this corpse destroy the corpse?

He tried to recall what he learned in his seventeen years, "I'm sorry, Conan hasn't watched a few episodes..."

sulfuric acid?

grinder?

Throw down the waterway?

If you frame the neighbor next door as a murderer, then you can create evidence of your absence?

"It's really a matter of time when I use it." He wanted to try to go back and post and ask the three masters' opinions.

Especially the third master who picked up aunt's towels everywhere and was sent to prison by himself must be very proficient in this kind of thing and will definitely give himself the best solution.

He vaguely felt that he could still contact the boat.

The ship dropped its anchor, which seemed to have completely opened up the tunnels of two parallel worlds. Time flowed completely, and he could return to his previous land and even go back to post.

But I always feel like there is a layer of diaphragm, and it seems that some conditions are needed...

"But I'll go back right now, is it useful?"

He hesitated.

If it is the end of the world, isn’t it a search for death when you go back immediately?

The nuclear explosion over there is already a wasteland. How many survivors are there?

Who can I save, the two masters who have been with me for seventeen years? and my parents?

He felt that his head was so messy that he had no time to study it carefully, and there was a knock on the door outside.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

"Brother Fu, are you inside? I heard a lot of noise."

Fu Qingjun was a little panicked when he heard the voice.

Fu Qingjun is the name of this world.

He put aside the crisis of the ruins of the earth, and he was in a crisis in this room now: this was at the scene of an alternative murder.

"Do not blame the spirit in heaven."

He folded his hands together and bowed for a moment, and quickly struggled to rush the extremely strong body, but he was stunned.

Can't hold it down at all!

I am afraid that I will weigh 300 pounds, my muscle density is as hard as a rock, and I am as if I are removing a marble statue.

I am in this world, a martial arts master in the World War II era?

Fu Qingjun was stunned.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!

"Brother Fu, is something wrong? You have been strained again after practicing martial arts?"

An anxious voice came from outside the door.

"Damn it." Fu Qingjun suddenly picked up the scissors and cut the rope. With a loud bang, the whole body slammed on the ground, and the entire ground seemed to shake violently.

"Brother Fu, what happened inside?"

An even more anxious voice came from outside the door again.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!!

The louder the knock.

Fu Qingjun naturally brought in the logical psychology of destroying corpses: first pretend he is still alive! I will find a way to deal with the corpse, throw it into the river, bury it in the soil, or something.

After all, except for his figure, his head looks the same.

He simply dragged the body to the bottom of the bed with difficulty, stepped on a small stool and was 1.9 meters tall, and then slowly opened some cracks in the door, revealing only his head.

Squeak.

A tall and slender girl appeared outside the door.

Based on fragmentary memories, Fu Qingjun vaguely remembered that the other party was the granddaughter of the widowed old lady in the 307 resident next door, named Li Mo, a dance teacher in the old neighborhood.

"Fu...Brother?"

Li Mo looked at the bald brother Fu in front of him suspiciously, feeling that his temperament was much more immature, as if he was much younger, without the coldness, but extremely immature, and asked with some tentative tentativeness: "Why have you lost all your hair?"

"I dislike it to be useless and shave it off."
To be continued...