"Who knows how much we'll be fined! Do you know how much the insurance premium is? We promised no one would leave the aisle, and he did, oh, the damn fool! I had to report to the government and they would revoke our license. God knows what he did to time, to history! ”

"If you want to open a little, he's just getting into a little trouble."

"How do we know?" The big guide yelled, "We don't know anything! It's all a goddamn mystery! Get out, you! ”

He fumbled with his shirt: "I can compensate for everything." I can pay any amount of money! ”

The big guide stared at his checkbook and spat out, "Get out." The monster is right on the edge of the aisle, put your arm in its mouth before you can get back to us. ”

"That's madness!"

"The monster is dead, you idiot. Bullet! Bullets can't stay. They don't belong here, and they might change something. Here are my knives, dig them out! ”

The jungle is alive again, filled with the ancient commotion and birdsong. He slowly turned to stare at the ancient pile of rubbish, the mountain of nightmares and horrors. It took a long time for him to rub along the aisle like a sleepwalker.

Five minutes later, he returned, shaking, his arms and elbows soaked red. He stretched out his hands, each holding several steel warheads. Then he fell down and lay motionless.

"You shouldn't have let him do this." Said the little guide.

"Should I not? This is too early to tell. The big guide touched the motionless body, "He can't die, he won't hunt like this next time." Come on. He wearily shook his thumb at the little guide, "Start, let's go home." ”

They wiped their hands and faces, and changed their clothes and trousers. He got up again and moved again, without saying a word. The big guide stared at him for ten minutes.

"Don't look at me," he cried, "I didn't do anything. ”

"Who knows?"

"It's just running out of the aisle with a little mud on my shoes, that's all. What do you want me to do – kneel down and pray? ”

We may need to pray. I warn you, you bastard, I could have slaughtered you. I've got the gun ready. ”

"I'm innocent, I didn't do anything!"

The machine stopped.

"Get out." Said the big man's guide.

The room was there as it was when they left, but not quite the same as when they left. The same people sit behind the same table, but the people and the table are different from before.

The big guide looked around alarmingly: "Is everything okay here?" ”

"Yay. Welcome home! ”

The big guide did not let up, as if he were looking at the dust in the air, and the sun shone through a large window.

"Alright, you all come out. Nothing more. ”

Once again, he couldn't move.

"Did you hear that?" The big guide said, "What are you staring at?" ”

He stood there sniffing the air, and there was something in the air, a putrid smell of chemicals, so faint and thin that only a vague cry from his subconscious voice warned him that it was there. The colors of the walls, the furniture, and the sky outside the window: white, gray, blue...... He had a strange feeling. His body trembled, his hands twitched, and he inhaled the strange sensation through the pores of his body. Someone must have been screaming somewhere, a sound that only a dog could hear, and his body was screaming silently in response. Outside this room, outside the walls, outside this person who is not the same person and this table that is not the same as before...... There is a whole world of streets with people. What kind of world is that now? Unknown. He could feel people walking around the walls......

But he immediately saw the sign nailed to the office wall, the same sign he had read when he first came in this morning.

However, the font of the words on it has changed, and the colors of the words are a little different.

He slumped in his chair, groping madly in the thick mud of the soles of his shoes. He held up a mess of dirt and shuddered.

"No, it can't be, it won't be such a small thing. No! ”

A butterfly embedded in the mud, glowing green, blue, and black, was extremely beautiful, but dead.

"It can't be such a little thing! It won't be a butterfly! He shouted.

It fell to the ground, a delicate little thing that upset the balance and caused a chain reaction from small to large like knocking down a domino that changed everything in the future. He was dizzy. It can't change anything, killing a butterfly can't be so serious! Is it possible?

His cheeks were cold, his lips trembled, and he asked, "Who—who won yesterday's presidential election?" ”

The man behind the table laughed, "Are you kidding? You know it very well. Donald, of course! Who else? Not that damn old woman, Hilari! God testifies that we now have an iron man, a man of courage! The clerk paused, "Is there something wrong?" ”

He whimpered, and he fell to his knees, fiddling with the dead butterfly with his trembling fingers. "We can't," he pleaded to the world, to himself, to the staff, to the machine, "can't we send it back?" Can't you let it come back to life? Can't you start from scratch? Can't ......"

He didn't move and closed his eyes. He waited, trembling. He heard the big guide gasping for breath in the room, and heard the big guide fiddling with his gun, clicking open the safety and raising it.

Then came a thunderclap.

Sha Yan heard the news while drinking afternoon tea.

"The company's underground branch, the Plane Hunting Company, is also finished. I don't know if it was the kid who was teleported to the Song Dynasty to do it. My friend said on the phone, "If this kid knew that the consequences of stepping on a butterfly in history would be so serious, maybe he wouldn't be so nonsense." ”

"With what I know about him, I'm afraid that he will change history even more." Sha Yan smiled slightly.

"Now the company's last remaining old guys are tracking down what happened, but because the machine has never been repaired, it is difficult to carry out the investigation, and the resumption of intervening in history has become a distant prospect."

"Well, what they want to do most now is to send someone to the Song Dynasty and kill that kid."

"I just heard the news, I heard that when the failure of the machine was not very serious, the company sent a person, but then this person should have died there, because everything related to this person has suddenly disappeared, just like when the original founder disappeared."