After a short prompt tone, a familiar voice came out of the terminal: "Siyuan, I'll pick you up after work, okay?" ”

Before Shen Siyuan could reply, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Roger's?"

Shen Siyuan turned his head and saw the person looking at him playfully, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Team leader." ”

"An extra task for you, Shen." O'Connor smiled and handed him a reservoir, "You can send the weapon mount blueprint of the Type IV mech to the research institute." ”

Shen Siyuan smiled and said, "Okay." ”

After O'Connor left, Shen Siyuan put away his expression and indifferently sent a text message-

"Roger, don't come to me again."

After sending the drawings, it was already five twenty, and there was a large mirror in front of the portal of the scientific research institute, and Shen Siyuan subconsciously adjusted his military uniform.

Suddenly, there was a short beep.

Shen Siyuan reluctantly took out the terminal and began to look.

"Siyuan, please give me another chance."

"I'm just curious, please forgive me."

"Siyuan, I really love you so much."

"I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Siyuan, forgive me this time, okay? I will never do that again. ”

……

Shen Siyuan roughly flipped through it, and the message sent by Roger was much the same.

But what is there to forgive? He had already made it clear.

Roger met him by chance two months ago, when he was having dinner in a restaurant downstairs, and the other party came over and said that it was love at first sight, and immediately launched a strong pursuit offensive.

Then Roger was very gentle and considerate to him, and although Shen Siyuan clearly refused, he still persevered as always.

But after Shen Siyuan was a little shaken, he found that Roger had an extraordinary enthusiasm for his work.

As a researcher at the Free Federation's Ministry of Military Equipment, Shen Siyuan knew very well what the specifics of his work meant to the country, so he had always been secretive about this information.

But Roger was always knocking on the side about the mecha, Shen Siyuan warned him, and Roger immediately made a guarantee.

However, after a while, after Shen Siyuan found out that the other party had deviated again, he finally couldn't bear to let him disappear from his sight.

No matter how the other party argued, Shen Siyuan still couldn't accept him. He admits that he is overly sensitive to these matters, and even if Roger's identity is fine, he does not want to be seeded with such doubts.

Shen Siyuan typed in a line of words: "Roger, please don't contact me again, otherwise I will apply to the Intelligence Bureau for the record." ”

Before ten seconds passed, Roger's voice call request was sent.

It's just that before Shen Siyuan could press the reject button, the change happened in an instant-

There was a huge explosion in the real yàn room under his feet!

The energy fluctuations swept overwhelmed, and he was instantly smashed out of the window by the shock wave!

Then a deafening explosion sounded, the originally cloudless clear sky instantly became stormy, and a huge whirlpool appeared directly above the scientific research institute, and black smoke rose from the ground, like a giant dragon roaring upward!

A powerful force tore at Shen Siyuan, like a sharp blade stripping away his soul and flesh, causing him to tremble in pain until he lost consciousness......

When he woke up again, Shen Siyuan was dragged back by the explosive pain coming from the back of his head.

He gasped in pain.

The dry air scorched his mouth, every breath felt like a rusty saw slicing his throat, and he struggled to open his eyes, only to find himself lying in a completely unfamiliar room.

Isn't he dead, where is this?

The bed underneath him was so hard that it hurt all over his body.

Beneath the mottled and cracked walls, gray concrete was exposed, and the room was dimly lit, with only a small window a foot square, and the wooden door was rotten, and beams of light peeked through the cracks. Next to it was a table full of fine yellow sand and a greasy lunch box.

How could the Free Federation be so backward? Moreover, the global climate has long been precisely controlled, becoming like spring all year round, why is the climate here so hot and dry?

This must not be the Free Federation, so he ...... now

Reason gradually returned, and a sense of crisis abruptly emerged. Shen Siyuan raised his hand suddenly, looked at it apprehensively for a long time, and then breathed a sigh of relief—this was still his hand, but it seemed that his skin was much fairer and more delicate.

He subconsciously touched his right shoulder, which was smooth, but he clearly remembered that when he was twenty-six years old, he was accidentally injured by a colleague's operation accident, leaving an irreparable scar.

What's going on?

The clothes on his body did not fit at all, his underwear was at least two sizes larger, and the white robe he wore was also dirty and stained with mud and yellow sand.

This kind of fabric is also something he has never touched, like an antique from thousands of years ago.

That's right, his terminal!

Shen Siyuan touched it around, there was no shadow of any terminal on his body, and he tried to shout softly: "Little D? ”

There was no response.

His terminal, the smart phone Qì man he grew up with, is gone.

He struggled to get up, only to find that something was wrong with his vision, why was he so close to the ground?

After looking at his body again, Shen Siyuan found an astonishing fact-

He's one size smaller all over!

The height is completely shrunk, and the body is thin and small, just like him...... When I was fifteen or sixteen years old.

Suddenly, a blunt object hit the flesh from outside the house. Shen Siyuan was startled by the sound on his body, ran to the crack in the door barefoot, and quietly watched outside.

The picture seen through the gap is somewhat distorted, and a man with bronzed skin is red. Shirtless, wearing a black hood, the skin on his body is open, blood is gushing out of the wound, and he is half-kneeling on the ground and moaning. Recite.

Next to him stood five or six big men, dressed in camouflage military uniforms, with a bald head the most conspicuous, a hideous scar on the eyebrow bone, the outline was very distinct, and there was a fierce murderous aura in his eyes, like a Shura from hell, he was smoking a cigarette and stepping on the flesh and blood of the man's shoulder.

Shen Siyuan frowned.

The man next to the bald head was holding a long stick-shaped weapon in his hand, and Shen Siyuan looked at it, it was a rifle, which was also a classic standard equipment from a thousand years ago!

Shen Siyuan heard the man say a word, but it was not a language he was familiar with, and his bald head grinned brightly after hearing it, and his white teeth looked bloodthirsty and gloomy in the sun.

The bald man's eyes were unwavering, looking condescendingly at the tied man, he bit the cigarette butt, took out the pistol on his waist, put it against the other person's head, and shot out without hesitation.

Then his gaze moved to Shen Siyuan's direction.

It felt like being targeted by a hunting lone wolf, and the cold tentacles quietly climbed up from the tail vertebrae to his back, Shen Siyuan took a few steps back in horror, but unexpectedly hit the table behind him with a "clang", and a sharp pain immediately came from his lower back.

"Hmm-"

Then there was a short command from someone outside the house.