Zhang Heng paddled the door and swam in the opposite direction of the tsunami.
Along the way, he saw a lot of 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. Some people were holding the bodies of their companions, whimpering softly, or looking for help when they couldn't find anyone. Other than that, there were also some forward-looking survivors who had a sense of crisis, looking for food or drinking water in the water.
Zhang Heng remained unmoved and continued to move toward his destination. Anyway, this was just a dream, and it wouldn't change anything whether he intervened or not.
Finally, he arrived in front of a five-star hotel. The reception hall of the hotel was submerged underwater, and the staff at the front desk could no longer register the guests for a room. He climbed along the outer wall to the sixth floor and found a room with an open window.
The person inside was nowhere to be found, but the suitcase was still by the bed. Zhang Heng saw the free mineral water on the table, and he picked it up and drank half a bottle. After that, he took off his soaked clothes and shoes, dried his hair, and put on the hotel bathrobe and slippers.
Zhang Heng didn't know how Shen Xixi and the others were doing. For now, they were probably separated after entering the dream.
Of course, Shen Xixi's team entered the dream earlier than him, and he didn't know if they had found Han Lu.
It was difficult for Zhang Heng to take any effective action in such a situation. He stood in front of the hotel window, looking at the vast ocean below.
The only good news was that there were no more tsunamis until nightfall. On the other hand, the water level in the city showed no signs of subsiding.
Zhang Heng looked at the starfish in his hand. It had been 12 hours since he left Han Lu's residence. This was obviously not the normal time since the Dreamland of Death could take a long time to die, but the longest time to die was no more than three hours.
Just when Zhang Heng did not know what else he could do next, the strange clouds that covered the entire city above his head quietly dispersed. Then, the drowsiness in Zhang Heng's brain hit him again.
…
This time, Zhang Heng opened his eyes and found himself standing outside a watch shop. The starfish's time was about two and a half hours earlier than when he first entered the dream, and the sky was just beginning to brighten.
The city, on the other hand, had completely returned to normal. There were no signs of a tsunami. The owner of the breakfast stall on the roadside had begun to get busy, but Zhang Heng still noticed something different.
The shops on the street looked old, like products from the 70s and 80s. Take the watch shop next to him as an example. There were no fancy neon signs, and a simple black plaque was printed with the words "Watch Repair". There was also a piece of yellow paper pasted on the glass window, with the words "Shanghai", "Dongfeng", and "Beijing" written in red. Zhang Heng guessed that this was a watch brand, but it was almost impossible to find one in the market.
He walked out of the alley, and unlike the terrible traffic jams from the Third Ring Road to the Fourth Ring Road, there were very few cars on the road, and most people were riding bicycles. Occasionally, an old-fashioned metal bus would pass by, and there was even a leisurely donkey cart next to it. A traffic policeman in a white jacket and black pants with a belt around his waist stood at the intersection, directing traffic. Not far behind him was a small square with a banner — Long live the friendship between the Chinese and the French people!
A green military truck drove past Zhang Heng, carrying a load of young people. They were holding onto the beam above them with one hand and a straw hat with the other, singing. Everyone's face was filled with hope for the future. They did not look like the young people of the later generation who were depressed by the mortgage and 996 system.
…
Was this … a childhood dream?
Zhang Heng thought that Han Lu should still be in school at this time, but he didn't know if she was in junior high or elementary school.
It was quite interesting to travel back to the 70s and 80s and see the history of this city with his own eyes. However, this was not so good for Zhang Heng and the others who wanted to find Han Lu.
After all, Zhang Heng hadn't known Han Lu for that long, and his understanding of her was limited. Previously, there was no one at her residence and company, so Zhang Heng could only try his luck by taking a taxi.
Now that the dream had changed to Han Lu's childhood, Zhang Heng was even more clueless.
At this time, he wasn't born yet, and most of what he knew about this era came from books and movies. As for where Han Lu lived at this time, how many people were in her family, and which school she was studying in, he had no idea.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Zhang Heng's mind, and he realized that he seemed to have grasped an important clue. However, when he tried hard to recall what it was, he couldn't remember it.
Zhang Heng stood on the side of the road for a while, and he could only continue to try his luck.
He waited for the indicator light to turn green and walked to the opposite square. There were three young people, two boys and a girl, rehearsing a dance. The girl was wearing a long-sleeved military uniform, and the two boys behind her, one was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and the other a suit. The three of them were dancing in a very forgetful manner, completely ignoring the gazes 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 exuding some kind of light.
Zhang Heng tried to put himself in Han Lu's shoes. Just like the wretched taxi driver, Han Lu had obviously invested a considerable amount of feelings in this dancing girl. It was obvious that she envied this girl who could dance freely at that time. Because of this, Han Lu remembered the girl as being so energetic.
But for Zhang Heng, this was useless information. Han Lu was just a bystander, silently envying the dancer in the crowd. She didn't communicate with the dancer at all, and Zhang Heng couldn't get any information about Han Lu from the dancer.
Zhang Heng quickly moved his gaze away, looking for his next target. His eyes fell on another woman who was watching the dance not far away. She was also the second most eye-catching person in the square. Of course, the most eye-catching thing about her was the aviator sunglasses on her face. The imported logo on the frame was still there, and it was impossible not to notice it.
After that, Zhang Heng saw a popsicle cart not far away. An old man wearing a white hat and a white apron was peddling popsicles for five cents each.
…..
Zhang Heng was a little speechless. Was this square a gathering of Han Lu's envy? He could already tell that Han Lu wasn't that old at this time.
Just then, someone patted him on the back.
Zhang Heng turned around and saw a surprised face. It was the girl named Rabbit from Shen Xixi's team. The latter looked as if she had seen her savior. "Oh my! I finally met someone I know. Great! Do you know where this place is?"
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