My Exclusive Dream World Adventures

Chen Xu retreated. It was a natural reaction. After retreating a few steps, it reacted again. The noodle shop is so small, where can we retreat to?

He stopped and let the fog wrap him around.

In the blink of an eye, in front of him, it was all white. Even the gate two meters away could not be seen clearly.

He looked back, and the fog had spread all over the noodle shop. The wall inside was completely invisible and the field of view was white.

He walked in the direction of the wall and took six steps before finally hiding a hole in the wall.

“Maximum visibility is around four meters.” He made an estimate in his heart.

Then he retreated to the door. Take a flashlight out of your backpack, turn on the maximum brightness, shine it inside, strong light through the fog, still white flowers.

Step forward, about five meters from the wall, through the beam of the torch, you can almost see the wall.

It appears that a strong photovoltaic light does not work very well and will increase the visibility by up to about one metre.

He's a little disappointed. After turning off the light, plug it back into the side pocket of the backpack. It's daytime, the flashlight's useless, and in the evening, it's still useful.

Next, he tried to turn the light on and the light didn't turn on.

It wasn't an accident.

Then he walked into the kitchen, unscrewed the faucet, and after a loud jet, dropped a few drops of water and it was gone.

Power cuts, water cuts, a recent war, and this mist.

From this information alone, he can't tell what kind of situation this dream world is in.

“The goal of the first phase is to find out exactly what happened. Given that the war took place not long ago, there must be survivors. Where can I find them? ”

He thought for two seconds and knew where he was going.

Hundreds of meters away, there are dozens of tall office buildings like this, underground parking lots should be built according to human defense standards, and after the war, someone must have taken refuge there.

When he made his decision, he stepped out the door to the thick, unbroken fog.

There was silence all around, and in the first two dreams, he had become accustomed to the silence and did not find it intolerable.

However, looking around, there was all this white fog, and all he could see was a few meters around him, and the whole person, as if trapped in this tiny space, had an invisible sense of oppression that made him breathless.

Every step forward, the road stretches a little further.

After walking a dozen meters, he entered the range of the road, and in his sight, a car appeared, precisely a red taillight. Get closer so you can see the whole car.

The car was almost squashed, with a deep dent on the top and several pieces of broken glass visible on the ground.

He had to stop and was somewhat confused that the car had been smashed by something. Because there's nothing left on it.

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't have a clue, he didn't waste his time here, he kept moving forward, just that the whole person became more vigilant.

He subconsciously accelerated some speed, and by memory, he crossed the road, and as he walked across the street, he saw a pit on a highway, half a metre deep, where he could see the dirt in the pit.

“Is that a shell? ”

He thought in his heart, but did not stop, and continued to walk forward. Just want to get to the nearest office building as soon as possible.

A few hundred meters away, usually, just over a minute to run.

However, in a world covered in thick white mist, it gives the impression that there may be danger at any moment. He had to tighten his nerves and walk carefully.

Five minutes later, he had been able to see the exterior wall of the office building, and he had to step up and find an entrance into the interior of the building.

After entering the building, the fog faded a little.

However, the light also darkened and the visibility worsened.

He took out the flashlight, turned it on, found the stairs, walked down to the bottom of the parking lot.

Pushing gently open the door, he listened to his ears for a while and nothing moved.

“Nobody? ”

He frowned, "Or, resting? ”

By the time we got here, the fog was faint and hardly affected sight.

He walked out lightly with his hands and a flashlight.

This parking lot is a little empty, 10 parking spaces to park a car.

Either the war took place late at night. Either at the time of the war, or afterwards, the people in this building took the car away.

With a flashlight, he walked almost the entire parking lot over and couldn't see a single person.

Are they all dead or have they been evacuated?

He speculated in his heart that, by contrast, he preferred the latter, because all the way here, he didn't even see a corpse.

“However, it is also possible that survivors have been brought together. ”

He didn't give up and decided to go to the nearby building. Walk to the exit of the parking lot.

The further out you go, the thicker the fog. When he took the exit, the whole person was wrapped up in a world that looked like white mist.

“Ah--”

All of a sudden, he hears a woman screaming, happy, and there are really survivors.

The sound is a little far away, at least a few hundred meters, at eight o'clock.

He ran when he got up. Listening to that scream, that woman was probably in danger.

Running, pulling a truncated stick from the waist and swinging it hard, it turned into a long stick more than a meter long.

Now he's not the first rookie to go into a dream. In his second dream, he spent some time learning martial arts skills and going through the battle of life and death. Have no fear of a possible battle.

When he ran, he was fast and felt like he was about to slow down.

“Where is it? ”

Instead of making a sound, he lay on his ears and listened carefully to the movement around him.

In this environment, more than four meters away, he is a blind man. Speak first in the face of an enemy that may appear, and that's a death wish.

He wanted to save the survivor, but he wouldn't put his life on the line.

And it's been over a minute, and that woman, she could have been killed.

He walked one step at a time, slowly moving forward.

Suddenly, he heard a footstep behind him, very close, tight in his heart, turning sharply, and saw a figure in the field of vision, subconsciously, the baton in his hand had been smoked.

Whoo.

Dumping the stick through the air, making a sharp whistle, eventually hanging over the head of that figure.

Chen Xu was originally calm, stunned, lost his voice, "What are you doing here? ”

PS: Three chapters, eight thousand words, so tired. Moon ticket.