Zhang Heng paddled the door panel and swam in the opposite direction of the tsunami.
Along the way, he saw many tragic scenes, including floating corpses, mothers who had lost their children, and children who had lost their mothers, sitting on the roof, as if they had lost all their souls, and there were people holding the bodies of their companions on the low ground. They were whimpering, or there was no one to ask for help. In addition, there were also some survivors who were forward-looking and with a sense of crisis, lowering their heads to fish for food in the water or looking for drinking water.
Zhang Heng was unmoved and continued to move towards the target location. Anyway, this was just something that happened in a dream, and nothing would change whether he intervened or not.
Finally, he came to a five-star hotel. The reception hall of the hotel had been submerged underwater. The front desk clerk could no longer register the guests who wanted to stay in the hotel. Zhang Heng climbed directly along the outer wall to the sixth floor and found into a room with an open window.
The people inside were missing, but the suitcase was still thrown beside the bed. Zhang Heng saw the free mineral water on the table, picked it up and drank half of the bottle, then took off his soaked clothes and shoes and wiped them dry. My hair was changed into the hotel's bathrobe and slippers.
Zhang Heng didn't know what the situation was like on Shen Xixi's side. Judging from the current situation, they probably dispersed after entering the dreamland.
Of course, Shen Xixi and his team entered earlier than him. I wonder if they found Han Lu.
In this situation, it was difficult for Zhang Heng to take any effective action. He stood in front of the hotel window and looked at the vast ocean below.
The only good news was that there were no more tsunamis until the evening, but on the other hand, the water levels in the city showed no sign of falling.
Zhang Heng glanced at the starfish in his hand. It had been 12 hours since he left Han Lu's residence. This was obviously not a normal time, because people who were hit by the [Death Dream] died in different ways, but in the end It doesn't last more than three hours.
Just when Zhang Heng didn't know what else he could do next, the strange clouds covering the entire city quietly dispersed above his head, and then the sleepiness in Zhang Heng's brain came back again.
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This time Zhang Heng opened his eyes and found himself standing outside a watch shop. The starfish time was about two and a half hours earlier than when he first entered the dream, and the genius had just dawned.
The city has completely returned to normal, with no signs of the tsunami. The breakfast stall owners on the roadside have begun to get busy, but Zhang Heng still noticed something different.
That is, the shops on the street generally look very old, like products from the 1970s and 1980s. Take the watch shop next to him as an example. There are no fancy neon signs. The simple black plaque has the four characters "Repair Clocks" printed on it. There is also a piece of yellow paper stuck on the glass window, with Shanghai, Dongfeng, Beijing written on it in red letters... Zhang Heng guessed that this should be the brand of the watch, but it is almost impossible to see it on the market now.
He walked out of the alley. Different from the bad traffic jams from the third ring road to the fourth ring road in later generations, there were very few vehicles on the road. Most people were riding bicycles. Occasionally, old-fashioned iron buses passed by, and there were even leisurely cars nearby. A traffic policeman wearing a white jacket, black trousers and an armed belt tied around his waist stood at the intersection directing traffic. A banner was pulled out in a small square not far behind him - Long live the friendship between the people of China and France!
A green military truck drove past Zhang Heng, carrying a car full of young people. They were holding on to the beams above with one hand and straw hats with the other. They were singing songs, and there were words written on each of their faces. Full of hope for the future, there is no trace of the dejection of young people in later generations who are forced to hold their heads up by mortgage loans and 996.
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Is this...a dream about childhood?
Zhang Heng calculated that Han Lu should still be in school at this time, but he didn't know whether she was in middle school, high school or elementary school.
It's quite interesting to go back to the 1970s and 1980s and see the history of this place with your own eyes, but it's not so friendly to Zhang Heng and others who want to find Han Lu.
After all, Zhang Heng had not been in contact with Han Lu for that long, and his understanding of the latter was also limited. Before, there was no one at his residence or company, so Zhang Heng could only try his luck in taking a taxi.
Now the dream world had changed to Han Lu's childhood, and Zhang Heng's eyes darkened.
He was not born yet, and most of his understanding of this era came from books and movies. As for where Han Lu lived at this time, how many people were in his family, and which school he attended, he had no idea.
But then something seemed to flash through Zhang Heng's head. Zhang Heng realized that he seemed to have grasped some important clues, but when he tried hard to think about it, he couldn't remember it.
Zhang Heng stood on the side of the road for a while, and could only continue to try his luck.
He waited for the light to turn green and walked to the square opposite. There were three young people there, two boys and one girl, rehearsing a dance. The girl was wearing a long-sleeved military uniform, and the two boys behind her were wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a suit. , the three danced very selflessly, completely ignoring the opinions of the people around them.
The reason why Zhang Heng noticed the three of them was because of the girl among them.
She looked so dazzling in the crowd, as if she was emitting some kind of light.
Zhang Heng tried to put himself into Han Lu's perspective. Like the wretched taxi driver before, Han Lu obviously invested a lot of emotion in this dancing girl. It was obvious that she was envious of this dancing girl at that time. A girl who danced wantonly. Because of this, she became so energetic in Han Lu's memory.
However, this was useless information to Zhang Heng, because Han Lu was on the sidelines, silently admiring the girl in the crowd, but had no communication with her. In this case, Zhang Heng could not learn from the dancing girl's mouth. Find out any information related to Han Lu.
Zhang Heng quickly looked away, looking for his next target. His eyes fell on another woman not far away who was watching the dance. She was also the second most conspicuous person in the square, and of course the more conspicuous one. The toad mirror on the face still retains the trademark on the frame as a sign of imported goods, so it’s hard to avoid being noticed.
Then Zhang Heng saw a popsicle cart not far away. An old man wearing a white hat and a white apron was selling popsicles for five cents.
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Zhang Heng was a little speechless. Was this a gathering of Han Lu's envy in the square? He could already feel that Han Lu was not too old at this time.
Just then someone tapped him on the back.
Zhang Heng turned around and saw a face full of surprise. It was the girl named Rabbit in Shen Xixi's team. The latter looked like she had seen a savior, "Oh my god, I finally met someone I know. It's great. Do you know where this damn place is?"
