It was then opened and dumped on the ground, where there were several watches, a stack of mobile phones, and two small black boxes.

Watches range from quartz watches to electronic watches, and I wonder if the boss has a penchant for collecting watches.

I bent down to pick up my phones, which came in all styles. But it couldn't be turned on anymore, so I focused on the little black box.

I picked it up and shook it, and it was solid, and it was estimated that this was what was tied to the dog's limbs at that time. It may be used for positioning, but it is not known what it is.

These things were of no use at all, and I sat down on the floor in disappointment.

I looked at the watches on the ground, some of which were walking, and some of the electronic watches were showing the time and date.

What I found out is that some of these tables are more advanced.

Electronic watches, in particular, have a time display function.

It is understandable that the time of the table will be incorrect depending on the region.

But the dates are not all the same, not the kind of time that is only a day or two apart.

It's almost a month or two, and the difference between the two most exaggerated is a year.

One of the watches shows the date as follows: 2048.

It's been two years longer than I've known, and we're just asking where and whereabouts we've spent on it.

But we didn't ask when they all came down.

So everyone is not in the same time period, or even in the same space segment?

If this is the case, then the calculation is not valid, and Dad seems to have thought about it for a long time with a frown.

If everyone's space is different, then the previous calculations don't make sense at all.

Could it be several parallel regions of the Earth? So we can't get out at all, and if we go out, it doesn't have to be our own earth?

Could it be that the boss of the condemned prisoner knew the whole thing early on, so he didn't want to go out?

I thought that the end of the war would usher in peace, but apparently I was thinking too much.

The hall was reorganized, and my father's body had been buried in the passage I had intended to take to Egypt.

But the passage was filled with a foul stench and the smell of decay, and the corpses were buried under the passage to form small bulges.

There was no way to bury people here, so I had no choice but to incinerate my father myself.

I wanted to leave some ashes or something, but the magma is no better than the incinerator and I left nothing.

Usu died in the night of the night, because he was not a doctor and didn't know what happened to Usu.

When Usu died, Jock found that Usu's trachea was full of bloody phlegm, which should have been suffocated.

Jock took Usu into the passage of Egypt, and then did not come out.

After the disappearance of the condemned prisoners, the Germans remained the most.

About sixteen, they collected all their weapons.

I thought Egypt would open up access to it, but nothing I thought would happen.

The Germans moved all of themselves into the Egyptian Pathway, and I said open sources and I'll find a way to get everyone out.

But apparently the Germans did not believe what I said after taking the passage, and they did it more ruthlessly than the condemned prisoners.

The two-hour queue was reduced to an hour, and he had to be searched every time he went out.

The watch and the small black box that were found earlier were also confiscated, and Usu and his father left.

The Germans also began to arm themselves, taking the lead with clothes and a scythe for farming.

Others, more or less with decent weapons, began to cover their private parts with fabrics.

My remarks can only be remarks, and there will be new people coming down from the channel in a few days to a week.

When they asked me what was going on here, I started explaining in English.

It was a condemned prisoner who had come down from Germany. They seized Egypt's access roads.

These newcomers will also ask me why I am usurping the Egyptian pathway, is it to wait for their companions?

I went on to say that there was food in Egypt's roads, that food was more garbage than garbage, and that the Egyptians used holes as garbage dumps. This means that all the waste is discharged into the holes and then into the pathway here. This is also our only source of food, which of course is occupied by the condemned prisoners. They usually stay inside almost all the time, and there will be a fixed time every day for us to go in for an hour to look for food.

(Let's stop here for the story, I need to take medicine for a week for acute enteritis.) I won't talk about how I got sick, and I will cry when I say it. It is very bitter to eat Chinese medicine, and I don't know what the situation is when the Chinese medicine is slow to take effect. Now I drink white rice porridge every day. Sometimes the stomach cramps and makes the head a mess. There will be a follow-up to this story, but I may have to take a day or two off work for the next day. Fortunately, I was completely diligent and arrived at the 9-1st. The next update will be 9-3 at the latest, and if the stomach is not good, you may have to go for a gastroscopy on the 5th. When the time comes, depending on the situation, I will choose not to update it, so I'm sorry. ）