Time goes back, the scene freezes, and life is stuck. Everything in sight has become a black-and-white interlaced line, with light and shadow overlapping, turning back and forth at a speed that the river is going eastward, transforming little by little.

The ruined streets of my impression were quickly restored, and countless stones and dust drifted and rose again, like a reversed clock, and the hour and minute hands rotated rapidly and returned to their original point. The high-rise buildings gradually became low, the fertile fields degenerated into barren mountains, and the straight roads became bluestone pavements...... Dusty memories slowly open up in the depths of my mind.

This is a Pandora's box, and an unspeakable world of the past.

When Han Xiuyu "opened" his eyes, he found that he was trapped in a dream, and his mind analyzed the situation he encountered very clearly, even if he "lived" in the world of consciousness brought by "prediction", he could deal with these thorny problems.

There was nothing wrong with his memory, the image that stayed before he was in a coma was the image of Du Mukai mercilessly piercing his heart with a bone spur. Han Xiuyu unconsciously reached out to touch the position of his heart, but in the world of consciousness, he couldn't touch his heartbeat.

He didn't know what would go through his mind when that kid actually killed him; But he knew that no matter what Du Mukai thought afterwards, the love and grievances between them should also be broken under this thorn.

Regrets? To say that there are no regrets is false. He had thought countless times about bringing that child back, giving him a good name, and making him start over, but unfortunately the changes in the world did not give him this opportunity.

Nowadays, it is pale to say anything. Rather than being disappointed to the end completely. It's better to let go and give up on your own.

Han Xiuyu didn't ask for anything, he just hoped that his body could hold on a little, and if his body was seriously injured, he couldn't recover. Sooner or later, his current state of consciousness would be wiped out.

This is the peculiarity of psychic powers, even if the body dies, the existence of the brain will be extended. If there is a technology in the world that can take their heads off and provide for them, then this is also possible for spiritual people.

The master of brain domain mutation is different from others after all.

It has been a long time since he was imprisoned in this dream scene, and Han Xiuyu couldn't count the time. I can only roughly estimate that a day and a night have passed since he stood in the center of the "world" and watched the transformation of the lines.

Twenty-four hours of time is backtracking. The high-rise buildings in his impression continued to evolve into the appearance in his memory, and Han Xiuyu quietly waited for the moment when the dust settled.

Fortunately, the world didn't keep him waiting long, and the gray streets began to be stained with color. The static two-dimensional figure becomes a three-dimensional human form. Appearance, skin tone, body language, and expression are all full.

In the next second, the bustling traffic, the hurried people, the rows of balloons flying into the sky, and the pendulum of the church are all clearly presented in front of you.

The sweltering wind blew, and the paper in the newsstand rolled up, page by page.

Han Xiuyu's gaze froze above the newspaper, and his pupils shrank slightly: "2012? ”

Yes, 2012, compared to the apocalyptic world of 2025 that he encountered. Twelve or thirteen years earlier. And the newspapers he has seen, the flow of people he has experienced, and the information of science and technology have all been integrated with the charm of foreign cultures. As far as the eye can see, the streets are full of white people with deep facial features.

Han Xiuyu stared at the big screen in the middle of the street in a daze, and the English letters on it scrolled to play the latest news-Andros's latest potion came out, and immortality was no longer a fantasy!

"Andros...... 2012......" Han Xiuyu muttered, "Thirteen years ago, how old was I?" Ten years old is not yet ......"

The silent world was suddenly injected with sound, probably because his spiritual power had broken through the sixth order, and when his appeal to "listen" was sent to his mind, the world would also change with his appeal.

"Oh God, I can't believe it! Eternal life? Is the potion real? There was a white man standing under the screen, looking very excited, "Andros really broke through this scientific puzzle?" ”

"Three months ago, Andros announced this exciting news to the world, but I didn't expect it to be true?"

It was only at this time that Han Xiuyu suddenly discovered that the surrounding newspapers, everyone's discussions, and many advertisements were interspersed with this news.

Before the doubts were solved, the scene on the big screen changed abruptly.

I saw a dying mouse being put on the experimental table, and then, the researcher in a white coat indifferently raised a needle and pierced the mouse's body, and about five milliliters of light green liquid was pushed into the blood vessels.

The motionless white mouse suddenly twitched its limbs, and then its whole body began to spasm, and before many people began to shout "cruel" and "cruel to creatures", the white rat, which was still dead a moment ago, had already climbed up from the operating table tremblingly.

The video was very short, not more than a few minutes at all, but when the picture came to an end and the curtain call of "Andros" was called, the voices of the entire square suddenly boiled.

"Oh my God! Did you see that? Did you see that? This potion is actually real! Actually, it can be like this! ”

“…… Will the capitalists promote the medicine to the common people? ”

"Can it heal people who are paralyzed in bed? I hope it will help my wife! ”

……

The noisy voice rushed into Han Xiuyu's brain, but compared to the excitement of the people around him like crazy demons, his face was already white.

He saw it, the pale green potion, and it seemed that he could smell the disgusting smell of the T virus through the screen. The faces of the badly decayed zombies crossed in front of him, and he felt a deep sadness and helplessness as if he had seen the destruction of this world.

It was a familiar past, but it wasn't the thirteen years ago he had experienced!

In his memory, there was no news about the "immortal" potion released by Andros at all. After all, this drug is too rebellious, if you have it in your memory, you will never have the slightest impression.

So, what exactly is the world in front of him reminding him? Or, what do you want him to do?

But now he can't do anything at all......

Han Xiuyu calmly watched his hand pass through a person's chest, he was a ghost of this world, even if he knew something, he couldn't do it.

Immediately afterward, he was forced to watch the development of the situation in this world, which slowly coincided with the end times he had experienced.

The whole world is talking about Andlos's potion, and the status of US imperialism has risen one after another, and Andlos has gained an unprecedented reputation...... Then, the drug is tested, recognized, and promoted......

The root of the scourge begins here. (To be continued.) )

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