Beep beep …
Gu Jun heard the loud honking of the car and the driver's scolding. "You suddenly ran off the road, are you looking for death? Go away, go away! "
Suddenly, the cassette player started to play again, and light flashed before his eyes. Soon, he could see clearly again. He was in the middle of the road, and there was a car parked in front of him. The person who was scolding him was the driver, and he was scolding him in Chinese …
Gu Jun looked around. There were tall buildings, shop signs in Chinese, and people came and went. The familiar Chinese modern style. He was back.
He let out a long sigh. He was back, safe and sound.
"I'm sorry," he apologized to the driver. He paid attention to the traffic flow and walked to the side of the street.
The stiffness in his muscles and the pain in his head were gone. Even though his mental strength was exhausted, he felt better. It seemed like the transmigration could really help him digest the new power. Perhaps it was no longer a problem for him to participate in the work.
Gu Jun walked to a shop on the side of the street. He had to contact the police as soon as possible. He needed to pay attention to the new information.
It was a tobacco and alcohol grocery store. The middle-aged fat boss sat behind the counter watching a short video on his phone, and there were a few customers buying things from the shelves.
When they saw him walk in, everyone's eyes turned to him.
Gu Jun was not surprised by this. He was currently dirty and smelly. His shoulder and abdomen were bandaged with blood-stained bandages.
Furthermore, his face was exposed, so they might know him. After all, he often appeared in various media.
After entering the store, the first thing he did was look at the calendar hanging on the wall. It was March 10th, 2022.
The day he left was February 21st … Half a month had passed.
Thankfully, looking at the boss's relaxed appearance, nothing had happened in this world.
"Hello, boss." Gu Jun greeted the fat boss. "My name is Gu Jun. I'm going to make a phone call. Do you know Phecda? I'm going to contact Phecda. There should be a fleet of cars coming soon. There will be a lot of people, but don't worry, everything is fine here. "He was also telling the other customers.
"Huh?" The fat boss looked at him warily. "Who are you?" The other customers were also confused.
Gu Jun shrugged his shoulders. "Gu Jun, Phecda. You can search it online." This boss doesn't read the news?
"You?" The boss's fat face wrinkled in confusion. "Are you an internet celebrity?"
"I guess so." Gu Jun picked up the phone on the counter and dialed the Phecda hotline. However, the number he dialed was not in service … Did he press the wrong number? He called again, but it was still the same. His heart sank, and he called Wu Shiyu's cell phone. After a few beeps, the call was connected, and a woman's voice was heard. "Hello?"
"Dirty-minded Yu, it's me!" He said immediately, "I'm back."
But he was a little confused. No, no, that wasn't Wu Shiyu's lazy voice …
"You must have called the wrong number." The woman on the other end said. Gu Jun said with suspicion, "I'm looking for Wu Shiyu, isn't this her phone?" The woman added, "I don't know what you're talking about, but this is my number, you must have called the wrong number." The call was cut off. Gu Jun tried again, and it was still "wrong number …"
He tried Tong Ye's phone, wrong number, Cai Zixuan's phone, wrong number.
Gu Jun was confused. A thought surfaced in his mind, a thought that had been in his mind for a long time.
"Brother, how many calls have you made?" The fat boss grumbled. "Shouldn't you pay me first …"
"Boss, can I borrow your phone?" He asked, "I need to check something."
The fat boss felt like he had seen through the man before him. Of course he refused. "Go go go! Don't mess with me, I'm calling the police. "
"I'm sorry, I just want to borrow it!" Gu Jun had no choice but to grab the phone. The boss cried out in panic. The few customers swarmed over to scold him but did not make a move. After all, the man was a tall and strong man. "Brother, that's not very nice of you, right?" "I've already called the police."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry …" Gu Jun apologized as he took out the phone to search online. His eyes widened. There was no Phecda, no Gu Jun, no Wu Shiyu, no celebrities, not a single one.
There were still some historical figures but the modern ones were different. It appeared like everyone had changed.
Gu Jun returned the phone to the boss. Looking at the traffic outside the shop, his ears buzzed, but he was certain.
Parallel world, this was a parallel world.
The Wasteland World and the Massachusetts World were not only at different points in time but also in different spaces. They should also be parallel worlds.
"But …" The thoughts in his mind were a mess. How many parallel worlds were there? Countless? What was the relationship between them?
Could one go to Dreamlands from this place? Was it another Dreamlands or the same Dreamlands?
Could one travel between these different worlds through Dreamlands?
There should be a Phecda in this world. Perhaps it was not by that name but there was an organization like FBM. But these organizations had not shown themselves to the public, there was no Legionnaires Syndrome and there was no Son of Misfortune spirit child … Was there a R'yleh Cult? Was there a R'yleh Cult?
The more Gu Jun thought about it, the more confused he became. The Great Old Ones worshiped by the cultists, demons like Dagon and the Son of Misfortune …
There shouldn't be one in every parallel world, so it didn't seem like it.
He did not have Innsmouth or Arkham but there was one in the other world …
At that moment, a few security officers walked into the shop, interrupting Gu Jun's messy thoughts.
"This man tried to grab the phone!" The fat boss pointed at Gu Jun. The few customers could be his witnesses.
"I just borrowed it." Gu Jun apologized again. He did not want to be turned into a box again. He needed time to sort out his thoughts and investigate.
Even though they were in a different world, the public security officers here also focused on smoothing things over. For such a small matter, they didn't manage to snatch the phone, and the other party's attitude of admitting his mistake was good, so they just lectured the young man. "You have good hands and feet, what can you do wrong?"
"Yes, the officer is right." Gu Jun agreed.
After the officers left, Gu Jun left the shop. He walked down the street with a frown on his face.
He did not have an ID, he did not know anyone here and he had no money. He needed to find a way to buy a phone first.
Just as he walked for about two hundred meters, he suddenly noticed a man in front of him staring at him.
Gu Jun stopped moving. He had trained his eyes. The man did not look like a normal person, he looked more like someone from the supernatural community …
It was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, perhaps even younger, but his unkempt beard, dark circles, and sunken eye sockets made him look old. The man was neither tall nor short. He was dressed in an unkempt outfit. The more Han Fei looked at him, the crazier his eyes became.
"Hello?" Gu Jun asked as his guard went up. Was this someone from the government or from the cult?
"Haha, are you hallucinating …" The man said hoarsely, "Not hallucinating? Are you really there? I have seen you many times, for a long time. You are a doctor, you have dissected zombies, you have dug up parasites … You have appeared, suddenly appeared, finally appeared. Yes, it is you, you exist … I am not crazy … I am right … "
The man became more agitated. "The person I saw in my hallucinations was you!"
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