It has been more than a week since the tsunami hit Panlong Island. Regarding the truth behind the tsunami, only some high-level government officials knew it, and ordinary people thought it was an ordinary natural disaster.
Beijing No. 1 Detention Center.
Jin Zhixin was wearing a prison uniform, with handcuffs and shackles on his hands and feet. He had been injected with SLT resistance drugs before he woke up, otherwise these things would not be able to trap him. The trauma he suffered from the previous battle with the cashier uncle He had been cured, and he looked very haggard as he recovered from his serious injury.
The environment in the cell dedicated to special prisoners he was in was quite harsh: it was dimly lit and small, with only five square meters of space. The air was humid and full of odors. The floor was a cold concrete floor, and the walls were dilapidated old walls with stains on them. There are many scratches left by the prisoners who used to spend their time here. The most painful thing is that there is not even a bed to sleep on.
However, even so, Jin Zhixin was still very calm and sat motionless in the corner in a daze. He had a rigorous upbringing and a simple life style since he was a child. He also received special training from the armed police and was able to survive independently when he fled abroad. Having experienced strong winds and waves, he would not feel the slightest panic even if he was in a desperate situation. He firmly believed that his life could not be like this. end.
It was meal time again today, and the person who came to deliver the meal was a fierce old prison guard. He was carrying an iron plate, walking splayed out, and swaggering to the door of Jin Zhixin's cell. There was a gap in the center of the cell door. , so that prison guards can observe the prisoners inside.
On the dinner plate was a bowl of porridge and shortbread that had been bitten a few times. The prison guard responsible for delivering food to Jin Zhixin would change every day. Today it happened to be the turn of this prison guard with bad habits. He especially liked to watch criminals holding back. He was unhappy with the embarrassment he felt when eating food he had spoiled, which gave him the pleasure of bullying the weak.
When he saw Jin Zhixin sitting there calmly through the door gap, he suddenly felt a stronger desire to humiliate her. He purposely coughed up a disgusting sound, then spit a mouthful of thick phlegm into the bowl of porridge, then laughed loudly and said, "I'll add some ingredients for you, so don't be polite~"
Unexpectedly, Jin Zhixin actually sneered with disdain, as if he was mocking the prison guard for his boring behavior. The prison guard was furious, and just about to verbally insult him, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and then he felt his own His head lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground uncontrollably. Before he died, he turned his eyes and lost consciousness forever after seeing a white figure.
The visitor was Bai Ye, who had the ability to travel through space. After dealing with the prison guard, he passed through the cell door in a virtual state and came to Jin Zhixin to reveal his true body.
"Xiao Jinzi, I didn't expect you to be so embarrassed." Bai Ye teased with a smile.
"Boss Bai, stop teasing me now that I'm here and get me out quickly. Also, you can't miss my 100 million US dollars in employment fees." Jin Zhixin said shamelessly.
"Oh my god, you failed in your mission and you still want a salary? You should be thankful that I am willing to rescue you." Bai Ye replied angrily.
"You won't give it?" Jin Zhixin asked.
"Why should I give it to you? You haven't completed the task." Bai Ye asked.
"I helped you flood Panlong Island. Isn't such a sensational thing worth 100 million US dollars?" Jin Zhixin said forcefully.
"I didn't ask you to do this. I asked you to catch Gu Fan. Besides, the employment fee I promised you was ten million US dollars. When did it become nine times more?" Bai Ye argued with reason.
"I don't care, even a penny less than 100 million U.S. dollars won't do." Jin Zhixin said ruthlessly.
"Then I'll leave and you can die here." Bai Ye said with a smile.
"You should go away. When they torture you to extract a confession, I will tell you whatever I know." Jin Zhixin threatened.
Bai Ye's golden long sword was taken out by him at some point and was placed on Jin Zhixin's neck. Bai Ye looked at him coldly and said word by word: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
"Killing me will be your loss." Jin Zhixin said without fear.
Bai Ye put away his stinky face and said helplessly: "Is fifty million okay?"
"One hundred million, US dollars, no negotiation." Jin Zhixin said firmly.
"Tsk, sooner or later you will die because of money." Bai Ye said with disdain.
"Isn't that good?" Jin Zhixin said proudly.
With two cries, Jin Zhixin's handcuffs and shackles were cut off by Bai Ye with a sharp sword. Bai Ye helped Jin Zhixin up and said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly."
"Hey! Let me declare in advance that if you give me less money, I will come back and surrender." Jin Zhixin emphasized again.
"Okay, okay! You're awesome, you're awesome, okay." Bai Ye really didn't want to argue with this money man anymore. He was afraid that he would be unable to control his emotions and stab this guy through with his sword.
White floor, white walls, white tables and cabinets, white bed, white quilt wrapped in white clothes Guo Jia.
Guo Jia lay motionless on the bed. The room was so quiet that only Guo Jia's breathing could be heard. After an unknown amount of time, Guo Jia opened her eyes sleepily and looked around dully.
Where is this? This was Guo Jia's first thought after waking up. Then he remembered something: a lot of sea water suddenly poured into the prison, and he seemed to have drowned. Could this be the legendary paradise?
Guo Jia got out of bed and just stood up and took a few steps. Suddenly she felt top-heavy. She couldn't help but sigh to herself: Damn it, how long have I been sleeping for this symptom to occur.
Guo Jia wandered around the room and found that everything in the room was white. Even the white clothes he had been changed into at some point looked like mourning clothes. However, there was nothing interesting in this room. Guo Jia decided to go out and take a look. He walked to the door, held the doorknob and pulled it in. The door was opened easily.
What comes into view is a bustling market. A group of people are setting up stalls outside, like a rural vegetable market. The amazing thing is that these people are all wearing white clothes, and they are also wearing strange clothes such as robes, mandarin jackets, and Hanfu. Weird costumes.
Within ten seconds of opening the door, Guo Jia closed the door. He was stunned. If this was not the filming scene, then it was very likely that he had traveled through time.
No, I must have opened the door incorrectly! Guo Jia thought.
Guo Jia took a deep breath and opened the door cautiously. As a result, there was still a bustling market outside. Guo Jia was stunned. He closed the door subconsciously, then took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed again. He covered his head with the quilt, closed his eyes, and thought: I must be dreaming!
But at this moment, the door handle actually "clicked" and moved on its own. Guo Jia couldn't help but feel shocked. It seemed like someone was coming in. Could it be that someone from another world was coming to catch him?
Guo Jia half-squinted his eyes, trying to see who had come in through the cracks in the quilt. As a result, the person who walked in was a little girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. The little girl was also wearing white clothes. From a distance, It really looks like a little angel.
"Sir, are you awake yet?" the little girl asked in a silvery voice.
Guo Jia, who was wrapped in a quilt and pretended to be asleep, turned a deaf ear to this.
"Sir, don't pretend to be asleep. I just heard Uncle Zhao tell me, 'I just saw that your husband has left his house open and can't go out.'" the little girl said with a smile.
Forget it, I'd better accept reality. Thinking of this, Guo Jia slowly opened her eyes, lifted the quilt and faced the little girl face to face.
If you look closely, you can see that this little girl is quite pretty, but that's not the point. Guo Jia, who has lost his ability, can no longer rely on the omniscient system to help him translate classical Chinese sentences. He can only rely on his shallow knowledge of Chinese to cope with the situation in front of him. He held back the question for a long time and said hesitantly: "Who are you? Where is this?!"
This was a piece of classical Chinese that Guo Jia had organized for a long time before he had the courage to speak out. Although it sounded a bit chatty when he read it, Guo Jia was still very proud. He felt that he had not embarrassed the Chinese teacher. Unexpectedly, his weird question made the little girl laugh. The little girl covered her mouth and laughed for a while, and then said naughtily: "Hehe, silly boy, silly boy."
"You're stupid! Do you know how many points I got in the high school entrance examination? It would scare you to death if I tell you." Guo Jia suddenly became angry when he heard this and couldn't help but speak modern language.
The little girl in white looked confused after hearing Guo Jia's words, as if she didn't understand what Guo Jia was talking about.
At this embarrassing moment, another woman in white who looked about the same age as Guo Jia walked in. This woman was wearing a gauze-like white dress. Her appearance was somewhat similar to that of the little girl in white, and her expression was cold. Indifferent, her appearance looks a bit like the little dragon girl in a costume drama.
The woman in white glared at the little girl and said to Guo Jia in a cold tone: "Sir, please come with me. The elders of my Penglai clan want to see you."
"Why don't you speak in classical Chinese?" Guo Jia asked with an unexpected answer.
"We, the Penglai clan, do uphold the ancient customs, and our food, clothing, housing and transportation are relatively conservative, but we usually communicate in vernacular. Only those literati and elegant people can talk in classical Chinese." said the woman in white.
"But this little girl has been talking to me in classical Chinese just now." Guo Jia said doubtfully.
"Xiaolan!" The woman in white frowned and shouted.
The little girl named Xiaolan stuck out her tongue and ran out with a smile on her face.
The woman in white shook her head helplessly, her eyes full of doting, then turned around and said, "My little sister is not sensible, I hope you don't take offense to me."
"What the hell, how cute." Guo Jia scratched her head and said with a giggle.
"Cute?" The woman in white couldn't help but ask.
"Ah, it means cute." Guo Jia explained.
"Elders are eager to see the young master, so there is no need to say more. If the young master has nothing else to do, just come with me." The woman in white said seriously.
"Okay." Guo Jia agreed.
So, Guo Jia followed the woman in white to the door. The little girl named Xiaolan had long disappeared. People in ancient costumes on the street were all looking at the strange face of Guo Jia, but these people seemed to be interested in Guo Jia. The woman leading the way was afraid, and no one dared to come forward and talk to her.
Guo Jia silently observed this unfamiliar little village and discovered three suspicious things: first, it was bright but the sun was not visible; second, he could not see the sun even while walking along the way. Regarding electronic products, it is hard to imagine that China still has such a civilized and backward small village; thirdly, the villagers here seem to like the color white very much, and most of the objects here are dyed white.
Only when you lose do you understand how precious it is. He has many questions in his head and wants to ask the omniscient system for advice. However, no matter how he mobilizes his mental power, there is no response. Guo Jia now has level 5 liquid mental power, but in fact he is no different from ordinary people. .
There were only a few dozen families in this village. It didn't take long for the two of them to walk outside the village. Outside the village was a lush green mountain forest. He didn't expect that the elders the woman in white was talking about actually lived outside the village. He thought he was going to some village committee or something.
Guo Jia followed the woman in white through a forest and came to a mountainous area. The mountains in this mountainous area were relatively short. Looking at it, the highest hill was only over 500 meters high. When the two of them had been in the mountain for about ten minutes, the woman in white suddenly stopped at the foot of a mountain.
"This mountain is called Anmiao Mountain. There is a large courtyard on the top of the mountain. That is the residence of the elders. I took you here. You can go up quickly." Although the voice of the woman in white was soft and gentle, there was a hint of emotion in her tone. But there was no warmth at all, and he looked inhumane.
"Well, I feel a little weak, can you carry me up?" Guo Jia said a little shyly.
