"Wow!"
The scene in front of him flashed. Lin Feng opened his eyes and found that he was lying on a messy bed with a pistol on the bedside table.
This is the time when Lin Feng and Qiu Ya have entered the movie world. After playing with each other for two months, they returned to the real world and entered directly without stopping.
Lin Feng was still receiving the infusion of memories when he felt something licking his face. He quickly opened his eyes and saw a German shepherd licking his face. Lin Feng quickly pushed the dog away. He didn't want to be with him. Although a dog can be a friend if they are so close, it is too unhygienic.
In just a moment, Lin Feng has received the memory of the original owner. His name is Robert Nefer now, and he is a virus research expert in the US military. However, at this time, he has his original appearance and has not transformed into Will. Smith, the system directly added his identity to him. He is a Chinese American born in the United States.
Looking at Sam wagging his tail beside the bed, Lin Feng touched his head with his hand.
"There are only two of us here, you have to hold on."
Lin Feng got up from the bed and began to check the house where he now lived. All the doors and windows had been modified by the original owner, and a layer of steel plates was added to them, which could be closed when it gets dark to ensure the safety of the place.
After checking the security of the house, Lin Feng started looking for equipment all over the house. He found more than twenty guns of various lengths. There were guns hidden everywhere in the house, and there were thousands of bullets. Although there were enough, Lin Feng always feels uneasy. After all, this world is very dangerous and he will be killed if he is not careful.
So Lin Feng planned to go to the police station tomorrow to get all the equipment and install it in his own space, which would make him feel more at ease.
It's morning now. Although he's not very hungry, Sam seems to be and keeps wandering around the kitchen. So Lin Feng follows his memory and gets dog food for Sam. He also makes an egg. He originally wanted to make fried tomatoes. Eggs, but after searching for a long time, there was only tomato sauce. I could only boil the air in the pot. I cracked in two eggs and scratched it a few times and it was out of the pot.
"This foreigner is too good at fooling himself. This cooking method is a bit too primitive." Lin Feng complained in his heart.
After eating, Lin Feng started his daily broadcast,
"My name is Robert Knife and I am a survivor in New York City and I am broadcasting to all FMs and if anyone can hear me, I will be waiting for you at the South Street Seaport at noon every day when the sun is highest and I can help you Provide food, provide shelter, I can keep you safe. If anyone can hear, come to me, you are not alone and hopefully I am not either."
"I'll go, wouldn't it be troublesome to broadcast it every day? Just record it and play it 24 hours a day." Lin Feng complained, so he directly found a recorder at home and recorded all of what he had just said. Record it, then put it directly into the microphone and play it 24 hours a day. Just charge the recorder every day.
After finishing the radio station, Lin Feng went to the laboratory in the basement as usual to observe the ferocious little mice. He also specially observed the so-called compound No. 6. There was still no reaction. It must be that the time has not come yet. Lin Feng took notes as usual. Just left here.
It was now eleven o'clock, and Lin Feng decided to follow the original owner's habit of playing golf on top of the fighter jet at South Street Seaport. At this age, Lin Feng had not played golf yet, so he took this opportunity to have some fun.
After taking everything with him, Lin Feng found the car keys and prepared to go out. Sam was already used to the daily schedule and was already waiting at the door.
"Sam, let's go. From now on, you have to practice Chinese. I don't want to speak English here alone. It's too bad for a Chinese to speak English alone, so you have to adapt to me. The password is in Chinese.”
Lin Feng had already started talking to Sam. He originally thought that he would have to persist for at least a few days before he would be bored enough to talk to Sam. He did not expect that a person who had lived alone on a desert island for a year and a half would become bored so quickly. Time to talk to the animals.
Shaking his head, Lin Feng found the red and white sports car that Will Smith drove in the movie. Lin Feng had never seen it in China, but it might be that he was relatively ignorant. Anyway, this car returned to China. He opened the car door and Sam skillfully jumped into the passenger seat. Lin Feng also sat in.
"Well, it feels pretty good."
"Buzz...buzz..." After trying the throttle a few times,
"This sound is really good. No wonder so many people like sports cars. Just the sound of this sound makes people's blood boil."
Lin Feng put the gear in gear, released the handbrake, hit the accelerator, and immediately jumped out with a "Swipe!"
"It's so cool!"
Racing on a street with no one around is simply unparalleled. Imagine that this was once the center of New York City, the most prosperous city in the world. As a result, you can race without any worries and look at the Empire State Building in the distance. Some buildings that often appear in American TV series, Lin Feng suddenly felt a heroic feeling that the world is in my hands.
Following the route in his memory, Lin Feng drove all the way to Nanjie Seaport. After getting off the car, he found the fighter jet.
"This guy really knows how to find a place. The view here is quite broad."
Lin Feng placed the ball according to his memory, made a few gestures in front of the ball with the pole, and swung the pole suddenly. The ball didn't move at all, but Lin Feng almost got a big somersault by himself. He looked around awkwardly, but luckily it didn't move. People see,
"Sam, why are you laughing? Is it funny?" Lin Feng cursed and started swinging again.
This time he used less strength and finally hit. After practicing for half an hour, Lin Feng was able to achieve almost 99% hit rate, and he hit farther and farther, but there was no such thing on this big river. It's a marker, but I don't know if I hit it accurately.
After playing for an hour, Lin Feng felt a little tired, so he lay down on the wing of the fighter jet and fell asleep. However, he set a few alarm clocks before going to bed. He didn't want to spend the night outside on the first day, or even with those monsters. In a fight, it would be better to capture a few alive and study them slowly.
When he woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Feng looked at the buildings without any movement, the silent vehicles, and the slowly flowing river, as if this prosperous city was slowly dying.
After watching the scenery for a while, Lin Feng drove back. After returning home, Lin Feng locked the door of his house. It was not yet time for dinner, so Lin Feng took off himself until he was left with only a pair of shorts. Lying on the single sofa in the living room, I picked up a copy of Darwin's "The Origin of Species" and read it slowly.
In fact, this was the kind of life that Lin Feng enjoyed the most in the past. He would go out for a walk every day, come back and sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and read a book for a while. There was no need for thick black studies or wolf culture to teach you how to communicate with others and learn successfully. , Workplace Etiquette and the like, books that make people want to vomit after reading them.
Just a few insignificant books. Reading them is just to satisfy the needs of the soul, rather than to learn anything from them about flattering people and how to be a better dog. Lin Feng believes that those books are made up by the ruling class to control ordinary people. Thinking things, the more you look at them, the closer you are to becoming a slave.
Just like the current book The Origin of Species, Theory of Evolution, The Old Man and the Sea, General History of the World, and the Tao Te Ching, books that can broaden his horizons and purify his soul are what Lin Feng needs.
