October 17, 2018, the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, Chung Yeung Festival.

Although there are also people who go to the grave on the Chung Yeung Festival, the number of people is obviously not as large as that of the Qingming Festival.

Heron Island, Ann Paradise.

Standing in front of the grave of his grandfather Zhang Chaonan, Zhang Yang opened the sacrificial bag, then put on incense, burned paper money ingots, and then poured three glasses of wine.

Kowtow and pray: "Grandpa, today is your old death day, and Yangzi has come to worship you." ”

Yes, today is Zhang Chaonan's death day, which happens to be the day of the Double Ninth Festival.

"Grandpa, this year is still the same, I didn't make a lot of money, I didn't starve to death, as for my girlfriend, I'm not going to talk about it in this life." Zhang Yang lit a cigarette, then looked at the photo of his grandfather on the tombstone, and said with a slight smile: "Jinghua community has not been demolished, but it is estimated that we will not be able to pay much money if it is demolished, I only hope to pay me a resettlement house, and fortunately you have left me such a house, otherwise I would have to sleep on the street now, and this year's housing prices are terrible......"

"Grandpa, Yangzi misses you very much, you are gone, Yangzi feels very lonely." Zhang Yang flicked the cigarette ash and looked at the paper money ingots on the ground.

Zhang Yang felt that he had something to say and wanted to confide in his grandfather, but suddenly found that he couldn't say it.

When the paper money was burned to ashes, Zhang Yang bowed to the tombstone, and then said: "Grandpa, I'll go back, and I'll come back to worship you next year." ”

Got up to leave, and after taking a few steps forward, his eyes were drawn to the tombstone next door.

"Hey, that's interesting." Zhang Yang looked at the tombstone, which was next to his grandfather's grave.

It's just that when the Qingming Festival came this year, there was no tombstone, and it was obviously just installed, which means that the tomb owner passed away during the period from this year's Qingming Festival to the Double Ninth Festival.

Cremation has been popularized in the country, but after many people are cremated, the ashes are put into an urn, and the urn is then put into a coffin, and then a cemetery is bought in the cemetery, a tomb is built, and it is buried again.

Of course, with the soaring housing prices, the price of the cemetery has also risen, as the so-called can't afford to live, and can't afford to die, ordinary families can't afford to buy, so they can only send the urn to the ancestral hall.

Zhang Chaonan's cemetery was also bought early, at that time the house price was not expensive, and the cemetery was not expensive, if it dragged on until now, Zhang Yang would not be able to afford it.

The reason why he was attracted by the tombstone next door was because this tombstone was very peculiar and different from the surroundings.

This tombstone is in the shape of a Huawei mobile phone, and there is no information on the tombstone except for a chiseled QR code.

Zhang Yang is extremely curious, this is advancing with the times, I just saw the tombstone of a girl in Russia made in the shape of an Apple mobile phone, but I didn't expect that such a piece was erected next to his grandfather's tomb at this moment.

And what's even more bizarre is that he found that this tombstone-shaped mobile phone looks very similar to the mobile phone in his pocket, and it is not the same model.

Zhang Yang hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and compared the tombstone while looking at the phone.

"I'll go, it's really a model, why is it so coincidental?" Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing.

The tombstone is polished by water, and there is only one QR code, and it is obvious that the information of the owner of the tomb is in this QR code.

Driven by curiosity, he opened WeChat and scanned the QR code to see who the owner of the tomb was.

At this moment, he is a veritable 'sweeping' tomb!

Drip......

The phone rings crisply.

The screen flickered.

Identifying ......

The model is the same......

Matching......

Pairing......

When pairing is complete, select the mission mode.

1. Randomly select tasks.

2. The system specifies the task.

"What's that?" Zhang Yang opened his mouth, a little worried, and muttered: "It can't be a virus!" ”

But it was too late, Zhang Yang was at a loss, and there was no way but to watch the countdown on his mobile phone, 10, 9, 8...... 1，0！

On-screen display: The operation timed out and the task is assigned by the system.

Bite!

Task Name: Complete a small objective.

Mission content: Go back to 1990 and earn 100 billion.

Rewards: After completing the mission, all the funds earned can be brought back to reality.

Mandate: 26 October 1990 - 17 October 2018.

Mission Failure Penalty: If the mission fails, the challenger dies.

"What the hell is this?" Zhang Yang was taken aback and said, "It's really evil." ”

After a while, Zhang Yang was extremely worried in his heart, if he was infected with the virus, there was a lot of his information in the mobile phone, and if it was leaked, it would be over.

There are still thousands of dollars in WeChat, and a bank card is also bound.

"You really shouldn't be cheap." Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and glared at the tombstone, daring that this was a trap.

He raised his feet to leave, ready to go to the mobile phone store to find someone to see.

But as soon as you take a step, the phone screen displays: the task has begun.

Buzz!

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and the scenery changed.

The surroundings are still green mountains and green waters, and the place is still the same place.

It's just that all the surrounding tombstones have disappeared, not only the mobile phone tombstone has disappeared, but even the grave of his grandfather Zhang Chaonan has also disappeared.

"What's going on? What the hell? I won't play anymore......" Zhang Yang was a little nervous, could this be a ghost trick.

He turned his head to look around, and it was a bare hillside.

Not only are the tombstones gone, but there are also some people who were worshipping just now, and now they are gone.

There is also the fact that this cemetery is planned in a unified manner, with a wall, a gate and a mausoleum keeper, and a bus stop outside the gate.

But at this moment, Zhang Yang looked condescendingly, there was nothing, a bare piece.

"What the hell?" Zhang Yang calmed down, and he told himself that the more he was at this time, the more calm he became.

He twisted his thigh with his hand, and the pain in his heart told him that it wasn't a dream.

He took a deep breath and kicked the turf under his feet with his shoe, and a large chunk of the turf flew up, revealing the red clay surface.

It's not a fantasy either!

"How so?" Flaunt the whole black question mark face.

He looked at the entrance of the cemetery in his impression, which was also empty at the moment, the gate wall was gone, the mausoleum keeper was gone, and the bus stop was gone.

Because all the tombs here are gone, and so are they.

He walked slowly down the hill, his mind racing, it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a fantasy, because everything was so real.

I looked at the mobile phone in my hand, as well as the clothes on my body, plaid shirt, jeans, belts, and leather shoes.

He fumbled in his pocket, which contained the key, and his wallet.

He quickly flipped through his wallet, and there were 1,000 yuan in cash in the wallet, all of which were hundred-yuan bills, red Grandpa Mao, as well as a few credit cards, a few bank cards, as well as ID cards, medical insurance cards, and business cards.

These things have not changed, and they are carried with them, but how has the surrounding environment changed?

Walking to the original bus stop location, there is no bus stop at the moment.

In the impression, take the 72 bus from the county seat to Anyuan Park, there must be eight stops, the previous stop of Anyuan Park is Ludao Cigarette Factory Station, not far from here, about ten minutes walking.

He had no choice but to walk forward.

After walking for about ten minutes, I saw the cigarette factory.

It's just that it's different from what I remembered, when I came by car just now, I saw through the car window that there were several six- and seven-story buildings in the cigarette factory, and the scale was larger and newer than now.

The buildings I saw just now are all white tile exterior walls, and there are a lot of air conditioning units hanging on the exterior walls, but now these are yellow paint exterior walls, and I don't see air conditioning units at all, so they look so much like products of the 90s.

He suddenly remembered the content of the task in his mobile phone just now: go back to 1990 and earn 100 billion.

Could it be that you are really back in 1990?

Zhang Yang gasped and looked at the door of the cigarette factory.

He quickly ran towards the cigarette factory, because there was a communication room at the gate, and there was a security guard in the delivery room, so it would be clear if he asked.

When they arrived at the door of the communication room, an old man poked his head out and asked, "Young man, who are you looking for?" ”

Zhang Yang stared at the old man, quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one over, and asked politely, "Hello, what time is it?" ”

The old man took the cigarette, turned his head to look at the wall clock on the wall, and said, "Who are you looking for at nine o'clock in the morning?" ”

"I didn't look for anyone, I just wanted to ask, how to get to Anyuan?" Zhang Yang thought about it and pretended to ask for directions.

The old man frowned slightly, and said: "On the side, a piece of land is planned to build Anyuan Park, but after a few years, it has not been started until now, and it is now a barren slope, young man, what are you doing there?" ”

With a grunt, Zhang Yang swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and it seemed that he was really back in 1990.

He continued to ask, "Uncle, what day is today?" ”

"October 26th, Chung Yeung Festival." The old man opened his mouth and asked in surprise, "What's the matter with you young man?" You should be a student, but how do you dress like this? Why are you running in this wilderness? ”

"What year is this year?" Zhang Yang asked again.

"October 26, 1990, Chung Yeung Festival, look at that banner." The old man was stunned for a moment, looked Zhang Yang up and down with the eyes of a fool, took out a box of matches as he spoke, made a noise, polished a match, and was about to light a cigarette.

Suddenly realizing that something was wrong, he took the cigarette from his mouth, looked at the seven wolf cigarette butts on the cigarette, and asked suspiciously, "Huh?" Cigarettes from our factory? But I remember we didn't make this, huh? Hey, young man, where did you buy this cigarette? ”

"Huh? What do you say? This year is the Chung Yeung Festival in 1990? Zhang Yang was taken aback, spread his legs and turned around and rushed towards the road.

"Stop, don't run!" The old man hurriedly opened the door, ready to grab Zhang Yang's arm.

Zhang Yang knew why the old man wanted to pull him, because the Seven Wolves he smoked seemed to be a new product that came out in 2010, and it was only 1990 at the moment.

Can they stop him?

But the reason why he ran away with his legs spread was not because of this reason.

It's because his grandfather passed away on Chung Yeung Festival in 1990.

But the time of his death was in the afternoon, and the moment was in the morning, which means that at this time, his grandfather was not dead, and he rushed back now, maybe he could prevent the tragedy from happening.