MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 1 January 22, 317 days after crossing, peace

It was like being in the endless deep sea, crossing the hollow blisters, and finally reaching the place you wanted to go.

When the inexplicable surging sense disappeared, Kant opened his eyes.

The familiar ceiling, the soft bed under him, and a piece of paper in his hand.

He sat up silently, chandeliers, wardrobes, beds, tables, curtains, everything around him was very familiar, this is where he has lived for more than 20 years, this is his home.

Here is the earth.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, I walked to the living room. The curtains were drawn in the living room, and the sunlight was obscured into a dim yellow. The whole house was terribly quiet, revealing a sense of loneliness and desolation.

Kant silently turned on the gasoline generator on the ground.

With a low humming noise, he turned on the lights, and the light dispelled the gloomy twilight, and the house became brighter, and the old old-fashioned player started chirping.

"Time passes and never returns, the past can only be reminisced..."

The old songs of the last century sounded melodiously, and the melodious female voice filled the cold living room. It was the tune that parents liked to listen to. On weekdays, these retro tunes always reverberate in the home.

Kant sat down at the table and opened the loose-leaf diary in front of him.

This diary is very thick, there are about three or four hundred pages, and each chapter is very full. He turned to the end and neatly placed a piece of paper at hand on the penultimate page.

He gently stroked the beginning of the latest diary page.

"January 22, 317 days after crossing, peace."

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Every day, he would come back with a new journal and put it in this loose-leaf journal.

Put it on the penultimate page every time.

Because the last page... is not a diary.

Kant let out a slow breath and put the diary aside.

In addition to the diary on the table, there is a self-assembled handmade radio transmitter.

This was done in junior high school with Pharaoh next door... Pharaoh likes to fiddle with these things.

He picked up his earphones, turned on the radio, and was silent for a moment.

Then he uttered the familiar words.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

"My name is Kant, a citizen of the People's Republic of China, and my ID number is 330100..."

"My father's name is Kang Jinzhu, he works overseas, he is in Africa, the company is..."

"My mother's name is Li Shaoyuan, a teacher of the people, and her work unit is..."

"I live in Jinxiu Qianjiang Community, and I'm here now."

"I can't go out. Surrounding the community is an invisible white fog, like an invisible wall, I can't break through, I can't leave, I've tried all the methods I can think of, hitting it with a car, burning it with fire, digging a tunnel … all options are not working, I'm stuck here."

"No electricity, no mobile signal, no internet, nothing."

"That's the only way I can send information out in the hopes that someone will receive it."

"If you are someone who hears this message occasionally, please report it to the police immediately. If you are a staff member of a state agency, please know about this. I am still here and I want to leave here."

"I don't know what happened. I don't know if this is an alien invasion or a god's joke. There are no signs of life in the community, no bacteria, no insects, no animals, and no people. Please find a way to get in touch. Me, please help me out."

"Maybe at this moment, the country has been working hard around this white fog wall, maybe you are trying all means to break through this wall, I have tried everything I can, I can only wait and pray Everything is fine, if you have nothing better for the time being, then at least please tell my family and tell them not to worry, I am all right here."

"I have no worries about food and clothing for the time being, but I have used a lot of things, and there are some force majeure losses. I will compensate according to the price, so please give me a chance to compensate."

"So... did anyone hear that?"

Kant whispered softly, then fell silent, holding his breath, listening, and praying.

But there was only a rustling noise in the earphones, as always.

The hope he prayed for, as always, did not come.

After a long time, Kant whispered again: "Can anyone hear it?"

Still no answer.

After a long time, he slowly put down the earphone in his hand.

His name is Kant, Chinese, the world's first lucky person, and a poor man.

Said he was lucky because some kind of superhuman force came to the community where he lived at a certain moment, and the qualitative white mist that could not penetrate and destroy surrounded it, all the living beings disappeared, and Kant would have been in the same place. Listed among them - but he happened to have crossed at that time, and crossed into another world.

And can wear it back.

Two-way crossing.

Said he was pitiful because he had crossed to a deserted island where birds didn't shit. There was no one there, only all kinds of strange, ferocious and strange animals and plants from other worlds. When he activated his ability to shuttle back to the earth, he found that he was in a In this siege of white fog, there is no way to get out, he is the only one...

It's been almost a year.

He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, and opened the curtains.

Looking at the city.

Everything in front of him, he has witnessed three hundred and sixteen times, exactly the same.

This residential building is located in the northernmost part of the community. Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, you can see a bustling main road. On the opposite side is a towering commercial building. To the north is another community, another commercial street. Further north, further north, is the Qianjiang River that runs through the entire city.

This is what he has seen for more than 20 years.

- But that was a year ago.

What he saw now was another scene.

On the bustling main avenue with endless traffic, there are densely parked vehicles at this time, the traffic lights are no longer flashing, and the traffic flow is no longer moving, as if time is frozen here, north of the avenue, are the two commercial buildings, downstairs It's a bank, and upstairs is a hotel.

Further north...is an endless white mist.

There is no community, no commercial street, no river view, and no other side.

Everything familiar was shrouded in a misty white mist, making it impossible to see outside.

- Can't get outside either.

The entire community, and even an area around the community, was shrouded in white mist.

Formed a siege with no one.

This is the situation Kant faced.

He doesn't know what's going on, he doesn't know anything, there's no one to talk to, no one to call for help, he can't get in touch with anyone, whether it's parents or friends, or the government or the country.

Obviously, during the short period of time he traveled to another world, the earth had undergone drastic changes.

Perhaps the aliens captured all the living creatures in this community, or perhaps it was the sudden arrival of power beyond human comprehension, and all the creatures were taken captive without any resistance, and only one person who happened to cross into a different world at this moment escaped After a catastrophe, but also trapped here.

With the ability to traverse once a day, he can only come back for a short period of time each day, and most of the time, he wants to survive on a barren, alien island, and... against loneliness.

He looked at the diary on the table.

He writes a diary every day, which is a habit developed after crossing the border. Every day, he brings back a new diary and binds it, leaving it here just in case.

Just in case...think.

Diary records what happened every day.

"Eat egg-filled pancakes in the morning, braised eggplants and garlic sprouts at noon, and eat them when it's hot in the evening. Your cooking skills will become better, your words will become better, and you can eat healthy. Everything is fine."

"Exercise every day, get dressed when it's cold, try not to turn on the air conditioner when it's hot, don't take cold showers, don't drink cold water, don't climb high and take risks, don't swim in the sea, go to bed on time, and get up early."

"Look, Mom, you don't need to nag anymore."

"Because I want to be healthy, safe, well, alive, until the country rescues me, until I am reunited with you...I know, I know, I'm all right, really, really."

"Your son, today also spent a full and peaceful day on a desert island in another world."

There are traces of water droplets on the paper.

Kant closed the diary.

And rubbed his cheeks vigorously.

"It's actually pretty cool, really."

He said to himself: "The air in another world is good, the scenery is good, you don't have to go to work, you can kill black beasts and dissect crystals to strengthen your body and become a superman. Besides, you can take whatever you want in the community and shopping malls, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking, and you can still Use solar panels and gasoline generators to generate electricity, play with computers, watch movies, and come back every day to explore... What else is there to dislike?"

"Be happy, be happy."

He turned off the generator, went to the balcony of the master bedroom, the window opened, and a steel cable hung down. He unbuttoned his jacket, revealing the rappelling device fastened inside, and went down in a flash.

This is probably an experience that the vast majority of people have never had before. If you change to ordinary people, you have to shout, but Kant has done this kind of thing a hundred or two times, and his heart has no fluctuations.

Speaking of which, this set of rappelling equipment belonged to his mother, and the rappelling skills were also taught to him by his mother, but I am afraid that her old man would not have thought that this kind of skill would come in handy in a place like this.

After landing and unlocking the lock, Kant breathed a sigh of relief and walked down the steps.

The whole neighborhood was silent.

The walls and floors are covered in graffiti.

It's like a totem, recording growth, recording loneliness, recording madness.

He walked all the way and first stopped in front of a screen wall.

It is an image project facing the gate of the community. The tall curved stone wall is engraved with a masterpiece of a Song Dynasty poet, which is regarded as the facade of the community. , with various chisel tools and buckets stacked next to it, as well as a simple stove.

He stared at the veiled stele, silent for a moment, but did not lift the canvas.

Instead, walk away slowly.

Go to the main gate of the community.

On the steps on both sides, large characters are sprayed with dragons and phoenixes.

"People from the past, stop here. When you see this line of text, it means that I am dead. This is definitely the biggest loss to the country and even mankind."

"The aliens actually missed to catch Lao Tzu, I can't think of it, I still have this trick!"

"One hundred and eight-day anniversary, there is still no one to save this cute today, start the mode of taking without notice and looting, and come to the police to arrest me."

and so on.

There are laughing and scolding, some gloomy and sad, and some serious.

"It feels like... it's been a long time."

Kant sighed softly, with a feeling of being separated from the world.

When I first passed through, my life was far less moist than it is now.

Changeable weather, harsh environment, dual challenges of physical health and mental health, it is a strange and new world, the extremely lush ecosystem inhabits a variety of dangerous creatures, aggressive insects and snakes , ferocious predators... all of which he had to face alone.

It wasn't until I met those magical animals that things slowly got better.

"Ah, more and more sentimental... Really."

Kant patted his head and walked out of the community quickly to get rid of this sudden melancholy.

Traveling to an empty and dangerous desert island, being able to travel back to Earth, but being trapped in a small area like a besieged city, can be described as a doubly difficult dilemma, if there is any good news...

That is material.

Sufficient supplies brought by the modern industrial and social system.

At the foot of the roots on the west and south sides of the community, there are dozens of shops.

In addition to real estate agencies, barber shops, musical instrument stores, and express hotels, there are five small restaurants, two pharmacies, one store, a medium-sized supermarket, an imported snack shop, and a cooked food store. The store, the three fruit stores... are all open for business, and the customers and employees inside have all disappeared, leaving only a large amount of goods, fruits and vegetables, ingredients, medicines and other materials.

And these are just appetizers.

The real big meal comes from the west of the community, a shopping mall covering an area of ​​more than 300,000 square meters, with seven floors above ground and one basement floor, filled with various clothing stores, well-known restaurants, digital brand stores and furniture stores. There is a large supermarket of 12,000 square meters. The fruits, vegetables, meat and eggs in it, plus the ingredients reserves of more than 100 restaurants in the shopping center, are completely enough for Kant to eat alone for a lifetime.

And that's not even counting the variety of packaged foods.

It also did not count the food reserves of every household in the entire community.

These are the most important factors in Kant's ability to survive on the desert island.

He doesn't have to risk all kinds of dangers to forage for food, he doesn't have to risk diarrhea, illness or even poisoning to eat food with unknown hidden dangers, he doesn't have to drink raw water, and he won't catch cold or freeze. Various health problems die on this deserted island.

But even with such abundant supplies, it could not resist the loneliness and longing that penetrated into the bone marrow.

That is the biggest enemy.

When he walked out of the community, there were a large number of vehicles parked on the road. There was a row of shops on the left, with newly opened storefronts, various flower baskets placed at the door, and a row of salutes across the guardrail, and Kant crossed the road.

Enter the shopping center.

Go down the blackout elevator to the negative floor.

Turning left to arrive at the large supermarket, he pulled a shopping cart and turned on the xenon lamp he carried with him, and he strolled in this dark underground space.

When he just traveled through that time, when he came to the underground supermarket to collect supplies, he was always a little nervous, for fear that there were some terrible monsters hiding in the dark.

After all, the strange white fog cannot be explained by science, and the phenomenon of all the living beings in the community evaporating out of thin air is terrifying enough, so it seems that it is not surprising that a few lickers sprang out in the dark.

However, no, whether it is light or dark, day or night, he is the only creature, the only resident, the only resident here.

"Today I'm jealous of shredded potatoes and fried celery with meat."

Picked up a few potatoes and a handful of celery in the vegetable section, and went to the meat section next door to pick up a piece of pork.

"Old Dai's snacks...two bags of rice noodles, one bag of cumin flavor, and one bag of five flavors."

"Doves and parrots can be alcoholic peanuts."

"Get some apples for the gorilla..."

"and also…"

"Oh, yes, and ink."

"Get another notebook, too."

The intense light of the xenon lamp is shining everywhere, leaving aside other areas, the ingredients in the fruit and vegetable area have been significantly reduced, which is a problem that needs attention.

"Fortunately, staples like rice noodles are basically endless..."

Kant murmured: "For the sake of sustainable development, I seem to have to start researching how to grow vegetables... I hope there is agriculture in the bookstore on the fourth floor... I don't think it should be."

There is a bookstore on the fourth floor, which also functions as a coffee shop. From this secondary function with a strong petty bourgeoisie atmosphere, it can be seen that this bookstore is inclined to the literature and art department. It sells either the current bestsellers or "Mr. Bi Chicken soup books such as "The Way of Talking" are not related to hard-core farming technology books such as "Postpartum Care of Sows".

"Forget it, let's explore for yourself... Potatoes should be able to grow well, leeks are also easy to grow, and others shouldn't be too difficult, mainly because the problem of pesticides is very troublesome..."

He said to himself: "In short, we must find a way to grow them. I don't want to supplement vitamins like the Eskimos..."

"However, let's pigeon for a while, don't worry too much."

"Maybe... someone will come to rescue me tomorrow."

He pushed the shopping cart and walked silently through the checkout area, the so-called take without notice.

In the first days, he would keep money for everything he took. It didn't take long for him to run out of cash, so he wrote IOUs. After another month or two, after an impressive drunkenness and hysteria, he Completely let go of yourself.

"After I am saved, let the state compensate for these losses, and let the motherland wipe my **** for me. In exchange, I will dedicate this big secret of crossing to the country."

"Look at how patriotic I am."

"So my great motherland, you must save me out..."

He lifted the shopping cart, carried it up the elevator, and left the mall.

The sky is clear and there are clouds, everything is as usual, but the sky is not boundless, just a square inch away, there is a thick white fog, which has been swaying up until it is very high, and it seems that it will never end.

As if this active area is nothing but a well.

And Kant is here, sitting in the well and watching the sky.

"In the end what happened…"

This question puzzled him for a long time.

It's hard to get an answer.

In the face of such supernatural phenomena, how insignificant human beings are, and how insignificant even civilization is. Not only can Kant not be able to get out, but people outside... have never come in.

He sighed silently.

"Then... goodbye."

Kant looked at his home and the besieged city under the white mist from a distance, nodded farewell to the daily routine he was familiar with in the past, and prayed secretly.

Pray that all is well, that the reunion is not far away, that there will be something new tomorrow.

"See you tomorrow."

He closed his eyes and called silently, a broken black halo appeared around his body, as if there was a bug in the exquisite game texture, and the portals of time and space kept overlapping.

The next moment, Kant left this dead world.

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PS1: New book released! I said it is a novel that can be shown to the family! Believe it now (Watch)! You must believe it (look)! Don't say weird things! (gazing)

PS2: Seriously...well, I'm still a little panicky when it comes to reasoning. According to my usual approach, the beginning is to interact and build up characters to make jokes. This book was originally intended to do so, but as you can see, I still choose In order to try another way, I want to spread it out step by step, I want to be slow and slow, take my time, and follow my own pace... So I still plan to write according to my own ideas. Of course, the core of lighthearted and funny will not change, but only You can't keep writing about that, can you?

PS3: The next chapter will be released tomorrow, the new book period cannot update too many words, and the next chapters have to be adjusted... That's it, everyone, enjoy reading, and hope this time is also a satisfying journey.