"Did I just travel through time?"
Fu Qingjun was stunned. He looked at the calendar of the same year and day. It was also Chinese Valentine's Day 2020.
He began to study the style of the room. It seemed to be a layout that only existed a hundred years ago. The only thing that could prove the era was the old record player in the corner.
He slowly turned around and instantly saw a corpse hanging in front of him. It had committed suicide and was staring right into his eyes.
"What the hell!!"
Fu Qingjun was so scared that he took a few steps back.
The corpse was dressed simply, but it gave off a ferocious aura.
The calluses on the hands, the lush black hair, the bronze-colored muscles, and most importantly, the face was similar to his. It gave him a strong sense of closeness …
Amidst his violence, he came to a realization.
This ancient ship seemed to be taking him to a parallel world. It was also the 25th of August.
The corpse in front of me is me in this parallel world?
"Calm down, calm down! I need to know where I am first! "
He forced himself to calm down and took out the ancient ship that gave him a sense of security. It was still exquisite and small. He took a deep breath.
"The needle of the compass that has been spinning has completely stopped and is dim. But the anchor on the ship …"
It disappeared.
An image came from the ship:
In the sky above a blue planet similar to Earth, countless earth-shattering ancient immortals and gods died in battle on an ancient ship. Their blood dyed the hull of the ship, and the ancient ship was tainted by evil. In the end, the broken ancient ship fell into the void …
"Mountain of corpses and sea of blood … Is this the origin of the ancient ship? Master was killed by something … "He frowned and put the boat away. He hung the rope around his neck and carefully hid it." Could it be that it's really on the run? Did it pay any price to escape from our world? "
Did something terrible really come and cause the end of Earth?
Can I go back and save them? Save people in the ruins of the doomsday?
There were too many doubts and puzzles. Fu Qingjun calmed down for a while and looked down at the corpse carefully.
This was him, there was nothing wrong with it.
But he estimated that he was 1.9 meters tall in this world.
The bronze-colored muscles on his body were extremely robust, giving off an extremely sturdy and strong feeling. He looked like a hard worker at the docks, with long and slender muscles.
Fu Qingjun squatted down and touched the corpse with his fingertip. It was still warm.
"This physique is obviously not trained in a greenhouse gym. There are knife wounds all over his body, and there's even a black dragon tattoo on his shoulder. A shoulder-crossing dragon? Like those Jianghu hooligans … Could it be that you're from the Jianghu? "
It was obvious that he had arrived just after his death. The timing seemed to match perfectly. Was this ship looking for the parallel world where he had just died?
"What is the origin of this ancient ship? Why is it so powerful?" Fu Qingjun continued to ponder, trying to figure out the unknown situation he was in.
Soon, as he touched the corpse, a cold stream of energy flowed into his body and into his brain.
Boom!!
A headache far more intense than before followed.
The other party's soul fused into it.
It was as if a naughty child had opened a manhole cover, thrown a hundred strings of firecrackers, and then closed the manhole cover. It was as if his brain had been completely squeezed open and exploded with a crisp crackling sound.
The pain in Fu Qingjun's head only subsided after a while.
He looked at the mirror beside him.
At this time, he had lost all his hair. His eye sockets were dark, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"It's getting worse. My weak head is already bearing the burden of a mature and huge soul that someone my age shouldn't be bearing!!
"If I can't find a way to deal with such a huge soul, forget about growing hair and relieving my headache, I feel like I'm going to die soon."
He took a breath and organized the legacy of this world's "self".
His memories were incomplete and scattered.
"This is also the year 2020, but it's obvious that civilization is about a hundred years behind. The corresponding time should be 1920. It seems that this world is still in the period of World War II?
"Also, why did this self hang himself?" Fu Qingjun was puzzled.
The best thing for him to do now was to inherit his legacy and identity.
But how was he supposed to destroy the corpse?
He tried to recall what he had learned in the past seventeen years. "Unfortunately, I haven't watched many episodes of Detective Conan …"
Sulfuric acid?
Shredder?
Throw it down the drain?
Frame the neighbor as a murderer and then create an alibi for himself?
"It's true that I regret not having enough knowledge when I need it." He wanted to go back and post to ask his three masters for their opinions.
Especially the third master who picked up sanitary pads everywhere and was sent to prison by him. He must be very proficient in this kind of thing and would definitely be able to give him the best solution.
He vaguely felt that he could still contact the boat.
This boat had dropped its anchor, and it seemed to have completely opened up a tunnel between two parallel worlds. Time had completely flowed, and he could return to his previous land and even go back to post.
But he always felt that there was a layer of barrier. It seemed that he needed some conditions …
"But if I go back now, will it be of any use?"
He hesitated.
If it was really the end of the world, wouldn't it be courting death to go back immediately?
The nuclear explosion had already turned that place into a wasteland. How many survivors were there?
Who could he save? Save the two masters who had accompanied him for seventeen years? And his parents?
He felt that his mind was in a mess. Before he had time to carefully study it, there was a knock on the door.
Knock knock knock.
"Brother Fu, are you inside? I heard a loud commotion. "
Fu Qingjun panicked when he heard the sound.
Fu Qingjun was his name in this world.
Putting aside the crisis in the ruins of the earth, he was now in a crisis in this room: this was a different kind of murder scene.
"Spirit in heaven, please don't blame me."
He put his palms together and bowed. He hurriedly struggled to pull this extremely strong corpse off, but he was completely stunned.
He could not pull it off at all!
This version of him probably weighed three hundred kilograms, and the density of his muscles was as hard as a rock. He felt like he was removing a marble statue.
The version of him in this world was a martial arts master from the World War II era?
Fu Qingjun was dumbfounded.
Knock knock knock knock!
"Brother Fu, did something happen? Did you strain yourself again while practicing martial arts?"
An anxious voice came from outside the door.
"Damn it." Fu Qingjun suddenly picked up a pair of scissors and cut the hanging rope. With a loud bang, the entire corpse fell hard on the ground, and the whole ground seemed to shake violently.
"Brother Fu, what happened inside?"
An even more anxious voice came from outside the door.
Knock knock knock!
The knocking became louder and louder.
Fu Qingjun naturally brought the logic of destroying the corpse into his mind. "Pretend that he is still alive! Later, I will think of a way to dispose of the corpse, throw it into the river, bury it in the soil or something. "
After all, he looked the same except for his figure and head.
He dragged the corpse to the bottom of the bed with great difficulty. He stepped on a small stool to prop himself up to 1.9 meters tall before he slowly opened the door a little, revealing only his head.
Squeak.
A slim and tall girl appeared outside the door.
According to the fragmented memory, Fu Qingjun vaguely remembered that the girl was the granddaughter of the lonely old lady in Unit 307 next door. Her name was Li Mo, and she was a dance teacher in the old neighborhood.
"Brother … Fu?"
Li Mo looked at the bald Brother Fu in front of her suspiciously. She felt that he inexplicably had a much more youthful temperament, as if he was many years younger. He did not have that cold feeling, but was extremely young. She tentatively asked, "You, why did you lose all your hair?"
"I thought it was useless, so I shaved it off."
Fu Qingjun tried to sound as serious and cold as possible, but he could not get rid of his youthful face, and even sounded a little childish. "What are you going to do?"
Li Mo seriously looked at Fu Qingjun again, and hesitated for a moment.
It could be seen that she was a very smart and vigilant woman. Her instincts told her that something was wrong. She craned her neck to look into the room and said, "Brother Fu, I feel that you don't look as fierce as before. Why do you look so gentle now? Did something happen …"
"I am gentle now because I am only gentle to you," Fu Qingjun said.
Li Mo was completely stunned.
Her train of thought seemed to have been interrupted, and instantly collapsed.
However, she was not given a chance to think about it and find out that something was wrong …
"I love you." Fu Qingjun continued to say through the gap of the door with his head peeking out.
She was completely stunned, and her clear and beautiful eyes were filled with shock!
Her whole face was like a red apple, and she felt uneasy. Suddenly, she took a deep breath, and very politely bowed down to apologize. "Brother Fu … The two of us, are not suitable for each other! You can still find someone better. "
"It's okay."
Fu Qingjun did not mind that he was labeled as a good guy. He was still careful like an ostrich, and only peeked his head out through the gap of the door. He continued to stare into her eyes seriously. "You only need to remember that my gentle and young face will only be shown to you in private! My cute and childish voice will only be spoken to you! Don't tell anyone about this, this is our … little secret. "
"Ah! Oh … I won't tell anyone. "Li Mo cried out, and her face was completely red.
After all, she had rejected him, so how could she tell others? She was not the kind of person who liked to gossip … But this fierce, cold, and domineering man is too gentle to me, and his voice is so tender and soft to me …
Fu Qingjun looked at her with satisfaction.
A battle of wits and courage?
No need to be afraid.
Her three masters had been teaching her how to go out into society for 17 years, and how to face her superiors and friends. Their social skills were really useful!
They did not lie to her, this was the way to conduct oneself!
After all, Master Fu was right, as long as she was not embarrassed, the one who would be embarrassed would definitely be others.
Second Master was right, no matter how smart a woman was, no matter how many things she was aware of, as long as love was mentioned, she would be muddled. As long as she was forced to be embarrassed, her heart would be in a mess.
"Oh yes, why are you looking for me?" Fu Qingjun changed the topic, but his voice was still young and crisp.
"No, nothing, I just want to follow you to the train station to do odd jobs. I've learned quite a lot of words, and I feel that my ability to calculate accounts and respond to customers is quite good. Can you help me put in a good word …" Li Mo hesitated, after all, if she were to say such words at this time, it would not be appropriate for the atmosphere …
"I understand, I'll think about it, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow." Fu Qingjun reached out and was about to close the door. "Now that you've rejected me, let me calm down."
"Okay, okay."
She hurriedly wanted to leave as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders. She did not want to stay a moment longer.
But suddenly, as if she had seen something scary, she looked at Fu Qingjun's hand that was reaching out to open the door, and said with extreme shock, "Fu … Brother Fu! How did your wrist become so delicate? Where's your virginity mark? "
Fu Qingjun's face was full of question marks.
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