"I'm here, crossed over?"

Fu Qingjun was stunned and looked at the calendar of the same day of the same year, which was also the 2020 Qixi Festival.

He began to study the style of the room, which seemed to have been laid out a hundred years ago, and the only thing that seemed to be a testament to the era was the old-fashioned record player in the corner.

He turned around slowly, and in an instant he saw a corpse hanging from suicide in front of him, staring at him.

"What the hell!!"

Fu Qingjun was so frightened that he took several steps back on the spot.

The corpse was dressed simply, and there was a fierce aura.

The calluses on his hands, his lush black hair, his bronzed muscles, and most importantly, his face similar to his own, gave him a strong sense of closeness...

There was a kind of realization in his fierceness:

This ancient ship seems to be escaping to a parallel world with itself, and this is also August 25th.

The corpse in front of me is me in this parallel world?

"Calm down, calm down! I first have to understand where I am!"

He forced himself to calm down, and took out the ancient ship that could give him a sense of security, it was still so delicate and small, and he exhaled a deep breath of turbidity,

"The compass pointer that had been turning on it was completely stagnant and dim, but the anchor on the ship..."

But it was gone.

The ship seems to have completely exhausted all its energy and reduced to mortal things after docking, but there is a faint picture:

High in the sky of a water-blue planet similar to the earth's territory, there are countless earth-shattering ancient immortals on the ancient ship who have died one after another, the hull of the ship is stained with blood, the ancient ship is stained with evil, and finally the broken ancient ship falls into the void....

"Mountains of corpses and a sea of blood..."He frowned, put the boat away, hung the rope around his neck again, and hid it carefully, "Could it be that he is really on the run, and at all costs, he escaped from our world?"

Is there really something terrible that has come down and caused the end of the earth?

Can I go back and save them, in the ruins of the apocalypse?

There were too many doubts and puzzles, Fu Qingjun eased up for a while, and then lowered his head and looked at the corpse carefully:

It's yourself, and there's nothing wrong with it.

But the self in this world is estimated to be 1.9 meters tall.

The bronze muscles are extremely muscular, giving people an extremely strong and strong feeling, like a dock coolie, with slender muscles and muscles.

Fu Qingjun tentatively squatted down, stretched out his fingertips to touch the corpse, it was still warm,

"This physique is obviously not trained in the greenhouse gym, it is covered in knife wounds, and there is a black dragon tattoo on the shoulder, an over-the-shoulder dragon? Could it be that he is running the rivers and lakes?"

Obviously, he has just died himself, and it seems to be perfectly docked in time, and this ship is looking for a parallel world that has just died of itself?

"What is the origin of the ancient ship, is it so strong that it is incomprehensible?" Fu Qingjun kept pondering, thinking frantically about the strange and unknown situation in front of him.

Soon, with the touch, a stream of cold ice from the corpse poured into his body and merged into his brain.

Rumble!!

A sharp headache ensued, far beyond the previous one.

It is not at the same level as the "fragmentary" soul before himself.

His brain is like a bear child who has lifted the manhole cover, thrown a hundred strings of firecrackers and then covered the manhole cover, completely squeezing and bursting, crackling and crisp.

Fu Qingjun's skull hurt for a while before it eased slightly.

Look in the mirror next to you.

At this time, the whole person has lost his hair, his eyes are black, and his eyes are full of bloodshots.

"It's getting more and more serious, my weak head has already borne a mature and huge soul that I shouldn't bear at my age!!"

"If I can't find a way to deal with my huge soul, let alone grow hair and relieve my headache, I feel like I'm about to die right now. ”

Breathing a sigh of relief, I still sorted out the legacy of this world's "own".

The memory is incomplete and incomparably scattered.

"It's also 2020, but it's clear that civilization is about a hundred years behind, and the benchmark should be 1920, and it seems that the world is still in the Second World War?"

"Also, why did this self hang himself?" Fu Qingjun was puzzled.

The obvious best thing for me to do now is to inherit his legacy and identity.

And how did this corpse destroy the corpse?

He tried to remember what he had learned in seventeen years, "It's a pity that I didn't watch a few episodes of Conan..."

Sulphuric acid?

Mill?

Drop the sewer?

Frame the next-door neighbor as a murderer, and then create alibi evidence for yourself?

"It's really a book that I hate when I use it. He wanted to try to go back and post and ask the opinions of the three masters.

Especially the third master, who picked up his aunt's towel everywhere and was sent to prison by himself, must be very proficient in this kind of thing, and he will definitely be able to give himself an optimal solution.

He vaguely felt that he could still contact the boat.

This ship dropped its anchor, and it seemed that the tunnel between the two parallel worlds had been completely opened, and time had completely flowed, and he could return to the land he had before, and even go back to post.

But I always feel like I have a diaphragm, and it seems that I need something...

"But I'll go back right now, will it work?"

He hesitated.

If it's really the end of the world, isn't it looking for death to go back right away?

The nuclear explosion over there is already a wasteland, how many survivors are there?

Who can I save, the two masters who have been with me for 17 years, and my parents?

He felt that his head was messed up, and before he could study it carefully, there was a knock at the door.

Knock knock.

"Brother Fu, are you in there? I heard a lot of movement. ”

Fu Qingjun was a little panicked when he heard the voice.

Fu Qingjun is the name of the world itself.

He put aside the crisis of the ruins of the earth, and he was in a kind of crisis in this room right now: it was at an alternative murder scene.

"In the spirit of heaven, do not blame. ”

He folded his hands and bowed, and hurriedly struggled to remove the extremely strong corpse, but the whole person was stunned.

Can't pull it at all!

This self is only afraid of weighing 300 pounds, and the muscle density is as hard as a rock, and it is as if he is unloading a marble statue.

In this world, I am a martial arts master in the era of World War II?

Fu Qingjun was dumbfounded.

Knock knock knock!

"Brother Fu, is something wrong, you practiced and strained again?"

An eager voice came from outside the door.

"Damn. Fu Qingjun suddenly picked up the scissors and cut the rope, and with a loud bang, the whole corpse slammed on the ground, and the whole ground seemed to shake violently.

"Brother Fu, what's going on inside?"

Outside the door again, there was a more urgent voice.

Knock knock!!

The louder the knock on the door.

Fu Qingjun naturally brought in the logical psychology of destroying the corpse and destroying the traces: pretend that he is still alive first! Wait a minute, I will find a way to dispose of the corpse, throw it into the river, bury it in the soil or something.

After all, in addition to his figure, his head looks the same.

He simply dragged the corpse to the bottom of the bed with difficulty, stepped on a small bench to cushion his height to 1.9 meters, and then slowly opened some door cracks, revealing only his head.

Squeak.

A tall, slender and toned girl appeared outside the door.

According to his fragmentary memories, Fu Qingjun vaguely remembered that the other party was the granddaughter of the lonely old lady in the 307 household next door, named Li Mo, a dance teacher in the old neighborhood.

"Fu... Brother?"

Li Mohu looked at the bald brother Fu in front of him suspiciously, and felt that his inexplicable temperament was a lot younger, as if he was many years younger, and he didn't have that kind of coldness, but was extremely young, and asked a little tentatively: "You, why did your hair fall out?"

"Disgusted that it was useless, it was shaved off. ”

Fu Qingjun's voice was as serious and cold as possible, but he couldn't get rid of his immature face, and even had a milky voice, "What are you going to do?"

Li Mo stared at Fu Qingjun seriously again, and hesitated.

It can be seen that she is a very smart and vigilant woman, her intuition tells her that something is extremely wrong, her neck begins to want to look into the house, and she says: "Brother Fu, I always feel that your expression is not so fierce, why did your expression become so gentle, is something going on..."

"I am gentle now because my gentleness is only for you. Fu Qingjun said.

Li Mo was stunned.

Her train of thought collapsed in an instant, as if it had been interrupted.

However, she was not given a chance to ease her mind and discover the abnormality...

"I love you. Fu Qingjun continued through the crack in the door, revealing a head.

She was completely stunned, and her clear and beautiful eyes were full of shock!

The whole person's face was like an apple that turned red in an instant, and he was cramped and uneasy, and suddenly took a deep breath, and bent down to apologize very politely, "Brother Fu... The two of us, it's not a good fit! You could have found a better one. ”

"It's fine. ”

Fu Qingjun didn't care if he was issued a good person card, he was still cautious like an ostrich and only exposed his head through the crack in the door, and continued to stare at her eyes seriously, "You just need to remember that my gentle and green face is only revealed to you in private! My lovely milk voice is only open to you alone! Don't talk about this to outsiders, this is ours... Little secret. ”

"Ahh I won't say. Li Mo screamed, and her face turned completely red.

After all, if you reject the other party, how can you talk nonsense everywhere, you are not the kind of gossip person... But this fierce and cold domineering man is too gentle with me, and his voice is really tender and soft to me...

Fu Qingjun looked at her with a satisfied expression.

Fighting wits and courage?

Hehe.

The three masters, for 17 years, have been teaching themselves how to go out of society, how to face their bosses, and social communication with friends, which is really useful!

They didn't lie to me, that's the way to behave in the world!

After all, what the master said is good, as long as he is not embarrassed, the embarrassed must be someone else.

What the second master said is indeed true, no matter how smart a woman is, no matter how many things she perceives, as long as she mentions love, she will be carried away. As long as she is forcibly embarrassed, her heart will be messed up.

"By the way, what are you looking for me?" Fu Qingjun diverted the topic, but his voice was still immature and crisp.

"No, it's nothing, I just want to follow you, go to the train station to do chores, I learned a lot of words, I think my ability to calculate accounts and the talent of the guests is quite high, can you help me intercede..."Li Mo hesitated, after all, he said this kind of thing at this time, is it a little out of line with the atmosphere...

"I understand, I'll think about this and I'll give you an answer tomorrow. Fu Qingjun stretched out his hand and was about to pull the door open, "Now, you have rejected me, let me calm down." ”

"Okay, okay. ”

She was so relieved that she wanted to leave, and she didn't want to stay for a moment.

But she suddenly seemed to have seen something terrible, and suddenly looked at Fu Qingjun's hand stretched out to pull the door, and said in shock: "Fu... Brother Fu, why did your wrists become so delicate, what about your palace guard?"

Fu Qingjun had a question mark on his face.