48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng subconsciously stretched his hand to his waist, but he felt empty, and then he remembered that [hidden sheath] was not brought by himself this time.

In fact, it’s not just hiding the sheath. The travel bag he used to put the props is also not by his side. He almost walked here empty-handed. Even if the fire was about to burn into his bedroom at the time, it was almost impossible to commit with his calmness. With this kind of low-level mistake, and the starfish watch that had been on his wrist is now gone, Zhang Heng has already realized that he is probably in a dream right now.

Nyarlatotep had warned him that the amulet given to him by Cronos was gradually dying, and that he and the owner of the city under the ice began to re-establish contact. Zhang Heng had seen those in his previous dreams and subconscious. The half-man, half-fish and frog monster has seen the huge palace and the huge black shadow in the palace.

If the seaside town shrouded in haze represents the past, and the huge black shadow imprisoned in the palace means the present, then the scene Zhang Heng saw this time is undoubtedly the future.

The entire Greenland was engulfed by the raging fire, and the residents living here were completely mad, grabbing all the weapons they could grab, and without hesitation turning their guns at their neighbors and friends. Even relatives greeted the arrival of the figure on the throne with killing and death.

Zhang Heng and the other self looked at each other for a moment, then his body started again, turned around, and rushed to a grocery store on the left.

Zhang Heng took off his jacket and wrapped his elbows as he ran. Then he smashed open the grocery store window with his elbow, jumped in, took out a fire axe and a shotgun hanging on the wall behind the counter, Two boxes of bullets and a skinning knife were caught in the counter.

When he walked out of the grocery store, he saw a group of fanatics rushing out of a nearby building and surrounding him.

There is no change in Zhang Heng’s expression. Although the number of these fanatics in front of him is more than those he met in the art museum before, judging from their dressing, they should be just residents of the island not long ago. The combat effectiveness is naturally very limited.

Zhang Heng grabbed the fire axe in one hand, and greeted him with the shotgun in the other. Instead of rushing directly into the crowd, he took advantage of the surrounding buildings and moving speed to start a game with the enemy in front of him, and at the same time, he was fighting. In the process, he was constantly approaching the figure on the throne.

The latter hasn't made any movements until now, but still maintains the previous posture, even his eyes are removed from Zhang Heng's body, looking farther.

Although the area of ​​Greenland is not small, there are not many humans living on it. This vast and sparsely populated land obviously does not satisfy his appetite, especially when he has just escaped from the under-ice city. A new body, eager for more power, at this moment his eyes have crossed the vast sea, and cast to the nearest American continent.

On the other hand, Zhang Heng has already unknowingly left those fanatics a considerable distance away. He does not intend to get entangled with these guys who have completely lost his mind, because obviously only the one on the pile of corpses is solved. The guy can really end it all.

If it is in reality, Zhang Heng might choose a more cautious way of fighting, first to find out what the opponent has abilities, but since he knows that he is only dreaming now, Zhang Heng will treat this battle as an advance preview. The most important thing is to collect more information and learn more about the opponent, because if nothing else, there will be a battle between him and the owner of the under-ice city, and either you die or I die.

Zhang Heng jumped off the roof of a coffee shop. At this moment, he was less than 20 meters away from the hill where the corpses was tired. This 20 meters was just a blink of an eye for him. His left foot had already stepped on the back of a corpse, and at the same time he held up the shotgun in his hand again.

In the barrel, the bullets have already been filled.Just waiting for him to pull the trigger, he will shoot at the figure at the top of the pile.

But the next moment, Zhang Heng suddenly found that his body could not move.

It feels like someone has pressed the pause button.

However, what stopped in the whole picture was his body, the flames on the side continued to burn, and the fanatics behind him were also chasing over while dancing wildly.

Then Zhang Heng felt the blood all over his body boil!

This is not a metaphor, but his blood really boiled.

It was like boiled water, scorching every blood vessel of his. Zhang Heng had inhaled large doses of radiation in the Chernobyl copy, but even in the sterile ward, his condition deteriorated to the most serious The time was not as painful as it is now, and even sinking perception into the subconscious no longer works.

The veins of Zhang Heng's whole body burst, but he couldn't even move a little finger.

What is even more desperate is that during this period, the figure on the pile of corpses did not even look at him with his straight eyes until his body fell from the air, and the shotgun fell heavily to the ground. He turned his gaze back from the west after looking at the other one.

But still did not say anything.

Then he stepped forward and walked towards Zhang Heng stepping on the dead bodies. When he stretched out his hand and was about to insert Zhang Heng’s chest, he suddenly stopped and frowned. This was also the first time on his face. Once he showed his expression, he still looked a little stiff.

After a pause, he finally gave up the halfway action, straightened up again, and looked at Zhang Heng who was lying on the ground blankly, his expression was like looking at a lamb being sent to the slaughterhouse.

It wasn't until he turned to leave that Zhang Heng realized that he could finally breathe again, and there were no burning flames and dense corpses around him.

At the moment, he is lying on the bed in the hotel bedroom, sweat has soaked the sheets.

Is it a nightmare? Zhang Heng glanced at his right hand. The starfish watch finally returned to his wrist, but when he saw the time on it, Zhang Heng was stunned.

00:35.

Obviously not much time has passed, but he has slept for more than ten hours this time. The starfish has already walked a circle without knowing it. In other words, he has now come to his own static world. This is probably why the other one in the dream suddenly stopped and turned to leave.

However, what makes Zhang Heng concerned is that it is different from the past. The time on the watch is not exactly stuck at zero. In other words, his previous nightmare did not end immediately after he entered the static world, but it was still backward. Another thirty minutes!