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The tallest buildings nearby are several residential buildings on the east side of the road, but the middle is still greening the area. Zhang Hengmei measured the distance and estimated that it was difficult to get there. Instead, the four-story museum on the west side looks realistic.

Zhang Heng stepped on the roof and ran directly to it. Behind him came a scream from the owner, but by this time Zhang Heng had jumped to the bus stop plate, pushed the two middle school students who were playing with their phones there, rushed across the bike and sidewalk, skipped the checkpoint and ran to the door of the museum.

The guard standing outside the duty room was frightened, but quickly reacted, shouting and stopping and catching up.

Zhang Heng did not stop. Instead, he accelerated his speed and picked up the steps. While an old couple had just entered the museum, he hid in while the sensing door was not closed.

Shortly after the museum opened its doors in the morning, there were not many people inside, and there were only a dozen people in the bronze gallery on the ground floor, walking and admiring the collection in the showcase.

Zhang Heng found the stairs at the fastest speed, but at this time, the guard on the first floor obviously also got the alarm, quickly approached Zhang Henghe, Zhang Henghe did not engage with them more, he silently calculated the time in his heart, estimated that he should have six or seven seconds left, so he bent over directly and avoided the right guard, and the guard on his left hand caught only one piece of air because he was standing next to him in a showcase.

In the last three seconds, Zhang Heng had mentioned speed to the extreme, rushed up the stairs, through the glass wall, he could already see the huge wave coming, about a dozen meters high, shot on the glass wall on the south side of the museum, the hard double layer of tempered glazed glass didn't last even half a second, should be broken!

The museum was filled with tremendous sea water, with branches, bricks, bicycles and other messy things.

Zhang Heng rushed to the third floor at the final juncture, but the two floors beneath his feet had been completely swallowed up by winking kung fu. Several guards who had chased him before were blinded by the waves without a word. The group of tourists who walked downstairs were also very violent.

Zhang Heng is like being alone on a deserted island.

The power of the individual is too small in the face of natural disasters.

Especially for the vast majority of people, there was no idea that there would be a tsunami. At the moment when the waves came, many people didn't realize what was happening. The next moment, they were stunned, caught in a stream of water and rushed forward, crashing into a wall or car, and worse luck hit something sharp and stabbed a pair of pieces, and could never wake up again.

Behind Zhang Heng, a little girl about six or seven years old in a dress opened her eyes and was completely frightened by the scene in front of her.

Zhang Heng didn't have time to worry about where the latter's parents were. Luckily, he didn't have time to catch his breath. Following the second wave has arrived again. The height of this giant wave is higher than before. It is almost flat with the roof of the museum. Zhang Heng did not run upstairs anymore, but turned to run towards the center of the exhibition hall on the third floor.

He heard the thunderous rumbling behind him, the waves didn't bother to break the last two layers of glass, the beautiful Tang Song porcelain displayed in the exhibition cabinet resisted the years of brushing, but couldn't resist the real water flushing, and the glass walls before were no different, shredded.

The little girl who stood still was swallowed up by the waves.

Zhang Heng eventually ran to one of the columns and tightened his body on top. The next second the wave hit the columns severely. The water flow separated from both sides of Zhang Heng's body. In an unstoppable way, he continued to run forward and hit the wall.

Zhang Heng could feel the museum shaking, but the solid foundation and solid architectural structure helped it withstand the impact.

However, Zhang Heng on the other side was less fortunate. The waves did not wash down the wall and soon rolled back. Zhang Heng could only try to get up and cover the critical areas.

Luckily, there is not much kinetic energy in this repellent, but because the columns are smooth and there are no fixed points, Zhang Heng was eventually flushed out.

Underwater fluctuated, he didn't know he had rolled a few rolls, just thought the whole person was spinning.

However, after going through a copy of Apollo training camp, Zhang Heng was definitely a master in resistance to vertigo after being dumped by the centrifuge.

He closed his breath and tried to cope with the impact with his back. He remained unconscious until a minute later he could clearly feel the water flow slowing down, which meant that the first wave of tsunami was about to pass. Zhang Heng waited for about 20 seconds, and finally regained control of his body before oxygen was running out. Zhang Heng tried to poke his head out of the water. The outside world was completely different.

Familiar cities are now a little strange.

Previously, the crowded traffic on the roads disappeared. No, it should be said that even the roads disappeared, and the nearby low-lying doorhouses sank under the water. Only the roof remained. The situation on the upper floors was relatively good. Some buildings in the direction of the tsunami were pushed to less solid floors, but by the time the tsunami hit here, the destructive force was not as great as it had initially been.

Zhang Heng rubbed the sea water on his face. He was surrounded by a half-cutted otong. The pole was crooked in the water, and the wires and trees were tangled together. A cold tow was fluctuating with the water, and its owner did not know where to go.

Zhang Heng saw the door panel floating not far away and pulled it in front of him, so that he did not need to keep stepping on the water, which could save some strength. The tsunami may not be just one wave. No one knows when the next wave will arrive. Zhang Heng still decided to prepare in advance.

However, considering that he is now in Han Lu's dream, past common sense and experience may not be able to continue to take effect. In fact, the inland tsunami was already weird enough. Zhang Heng did not know whether it was related to the death dream, but on the other hand, its appearance explains why Han Lu left the house in a hurry.

She was obviously warned in advance. Zhang Heng did not say it was a very good solution. She could only pray that Han Lu moved to a safe place in time. I'm afraid the rest of the matter will only be known once she is found.

But the bad news is that the tsunami wreaked havoc on the city, and the people related to Han Lu were wiped clean. Zhang Heng is now completely out of target, and I don't know where else to start.

He had to find a safe place first, wait and see if there was a second wave of attacks.