The police took him away in front of his home, closed the highway to allow him to pass, and the armored car of the transport plane was safe, and he was assassinated without warning, and 175 votes agreed to conduct human experiments on himself.

From waking up at noon to the end of the experiment, Wu Qingchen's six hours in the morning were more and more bizarre.

However, it was not until the end of the experiment that Wu Qingchen completely believed Ji Mingming's guess in the commercial car, Li Ziping's explanation when he first entered the venue, when he saw Liu Tao and Li Ziping's arms have an extra three millimeters of shallow mouth for no reason, and when he heard the 3,000 delegates who raised their left sleeves in the venue.

I finally affirmed that my life had embarked on a fork in the road without any precedent.

Letting go of the last trace of doubt in his heart, Wu Qingchen seemed to let go of the last trace of strength in his body at the same time. The noise of the venue reached a new high, but Wu Qingchen leaned on the only seat on the rostrum, his expression was empty, his eyes were blank, and he slowly glanced at the chaotic venue aimlessly.

Five pieces of black charcoal in the back left row are gathered together and quietly discussed? Do you want to assassinate me again?

Why did the fat woman in front of her slam the documents on the table so hard? Don't have enough information about me?

Why is the old man in the middle squinting at me while gritting his teeth and talking on the phone? Asking to be sent to a psychiatric intensive care unit immediately?

From left to right, from right to left, and from left to right......

For a long time, Wu Qingchen's gaze wandered back and forth, without a trace of a smile, nor did he see a friendly expression, most of the representatives deliberately avoided Wu Qingchen's gaze, and the rest of them were not so much willing to look at Wu Qingchen, but just to use each other to convey their hostility.

Wu Qingchen understood the feelings of the delegates, and in exchange for the fact that he had to suffer the consequences of a stranger's fall 10,000 kilometers away for no reason, Wu Qingchen also wanted to cordially greet the stranger's ancestors for the eighteenth generation.

However, understanding is not the same as acceptance.

Unable to find the slightest kindness from the 3,000 people representing 200 countries, Wu Qingchen really couldn't imagine how difficult his future would be.

Sighing deeply, Wu Qingchen looked around again.

At this time, the venue was in an uproar, Li Ziping, who had been close to the rostrum, dialed one phone call after another, and on the other side, Liu Tao was directing the soldiers to push open the bulletproof glass to adjust their positions, and no one told Wu Qingchen what to do for a while.

From getting up at noon to now, Wu Qingchen, who has always been highly nervous and has not eaten water, gently closed his eyes.

Tide-like tiredness quickly surged into Wu Qingchen's heart.

The noise of three thousand people faded quickly, the cool cold air in the Great Hall quietly disappeared, and inexplicably, Wu Qingchen's body suddenly lost contact with everything around him, as if he moved to mid-air in an instant, his whole body was empty, and he couldn't feel a trace of gravity.

What's wrong?

Without warning, this question had just been born in his heart, and Wu Qingchen's originally dark eyes were suddenly filled with magnificent light.

They are huge clouds, there is no light source in the space, but they themselves emit any color that Wu Qingchen has ever seen, and the sea of clouds composed of huge clouds is endless, extending from Wu Qingchen's eyes to all directions at the end of his vision.

In the middle of the sea of clouds, or directly in front of Wu Qingchen, five huge vortices of different colors slowly rotated, pulling the surrounding space and clouds into various strange shapes.

What is it?

In the next moment, a huge gravitational force came, and Wu Qingchen moved forward involuntarily, and soon moved to the edge of the dark blue vortex at the bottom, and the dark blue vortex in front of him became bigger and bigger.

The gravitational pull is getting bigger and bigger, and Wu Qingchen is moving faster and faster, and gradually, Wu Qingchen can no longer see the shape of the vortex clearly, and only feels that there are countless magnificent and changing colors around him, and in the center is a dazzling white light.

The scope of the white light continued to expand, quickly squeezing through the magnificent colors around him, and quickly and completely enveloping Wu Qingchen.

And then it flew away.

Without any buffer, nor any of the inevitable pain after looking directly at the bright light, the next moment, a piece of dense soil appeared in front of Wu Qingchen's eyes.

What's going on?

"Xiya, wow, carry it?"

A series of voices suddenly came from behind him, Wu Qingchen turned his head quickly, and there was a man standing behind him, dressed very strangely, but with a very concerned expression on his face, he was stretching out his right hand to himself.

Wu Qingchen suddenly reacted and was lying on the ground.

Quickly got up, Wu Qingchen had not fully stood still, and his body had frozen.

In the distance, there were endless hills, surrounded by barren green meadows, and in front of them were small patches of dense crops, and at the feet were a branch that had clearly just tripped and a small rock that had clearly just been rubbed.

Twig? Stone?

Your mother......

Isn't this a dream that Lao Tzu had at noon?

Dream? Am I dreaming? What's going on? Am I not at the venue?

It is very strange that once a normal person realizes that he is dreaming, he will often wake up from the dream immediately, but Wu Qingchen not only reacted that he was dreaming, but even subconsciously blinked his eyes several times, and the scene in front of him did not change at all.

This! Be! How! Whatever! Return! Affair!

Wu Qingchen couldn't help but take a deep breath, a breath of air with the fresh smell of earth and plants smoothly drilled into his nose, looking up at the sky, the cascading white clouds could not block the dazzling feeling of the sun, a breeze blew, the branches of the trees swayed, rustling, and the cool air gently caressed his arms and face.

It's all so real, there's no sign of imagination at all.

"Kang extinguished the ruler, Gu Ge, wow?"

The man who had just pulled Wu Qingchen up from the ground looked at Wu Qingchen's actions of blinking for a while, inhaling for a while, and stroking the air for a while, and spit out a string of syllables that Wu Qingchen couldn't understand at all.

"What?" Wu Qingchen frowned and asked.

"Oh already?" The man's expression was even more confused than Wu Qingchen's.

"What, oh?" Wu Qingchen tilted his head slightly, trying to hear as clearly as he could.

"Chess, Ross, go, it's ......" The two lips of the strangely dressed man moved quickly, and a series of unfamiliar syllable combinations quickly burrowed into Wu Qingchen's ears.

…… I don't understand a word.

What the hell is going on? Am I so tired? Did I sleep so hard? Why am I not awake yet?

Wu Qingchen gave up communicating with the man, and he didn't know what to do to wake up from this dream, and looked around again, Wu Qingchen's gaze suddenly stopped on him.

More precisely, stop at your own abdomen.

In this dream, Wu Qingchen's clothes are similar to those of strange men, they are all rough and shabby in appearance, and the style is a bit similar to the ancient robes of country Z, but they are more close-fitting, and the pants are very long, a bit like a long skirt, hanging down to the ground, only revealing the feet wearing wooden shoes.

Wu Qingchen saw that in the middle of his patched outer robe, a small gray mark was clearly imprinted in the center of his abdomen.

Almost impatiently, Wu Qingchen quickly opened the seams of the outer robe, lifted the inner robe, and looked eagerly at his lower abdomen:

Thin lower abdomen, a noticeable red mark.

In the next moment, Wu Qingchen trembled and rolled up his sleeves and looked at his left arm:

Above the dark and rough left arm, there is a fresh small mouth of about three millimeters.

Oh, my God!

There are no words that can describe Wu Qingchen's specific feelings at this moment.

Fortunately, it was about Wu Qingchen's movements that answered the strange man's question, the strange man looked at the branches and stones on the ground, nodded with some understanding, said a few more strange-sounding words, patted Wu Qingchen's shoulder, picked up the strange tool that had just been put on the ground, turned around and walked back to the plant bush to continue the work that Wu Qingchen had never seen before.

What to do?

The strange man had already resumed his labor, and Wu Qingchen stood straight in place, not saying a word, his expression frightened.

What am I going to do?

Thinking that his body was connected to the seven billion human beings in the world, and even the actions in his dreams were no exception, Wu Qingchen's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what he should do next.

Sitting down, Wu Qingchen was worried that the ground was not flat enough and might punctuate the skin of his body.

Walking around, Wu Qingchen was worried that the uneven plants around him might scratch his body.

Even if he continued to stand, Wu Qingchen was worried that if a strong wind suddenly blew, or he simply lost his strength and eventually fell.

I don't know how long it took, and in a moment of confusion, Wu Qingchen suddenly felt as if his eyes shook slightly.

Oh my! And earthquakes?

The next tremor came quickly.

This is not an earthquake, this time Wu Qingchen can see it clearly, it is impossible for an earthquake to shake the white clouds in the sky.

It was the shaking of the whole world, the clouds, the hills, the trees, the crops, the strangers, the strange tools, everything suddenly trembled at the same time.

Once, again, again, again, the fluttering is regular and frequent.

"Mr. Wu..... Mr. Wu...... Wake up, Mr. Wu, wake up...... Mr. Wu, Wu Qingchen! ”

Suddenly, there were bursts of voices in Wu Qingchen's ears, which were very gentle at first, like a dream from the sky, and then gradually eager, as if shouting continuously, and finally extremely intense, like a thunder sounding around him.

The scene in front of him burst into shatters in an instant, turning into overwhelming fragments, and at the same time flying towards Wu Qingchen's location.

Wu Qingchen closed his eyes suddenly.

"Mr. Wu, wake up!"

This time, Wu Qingchen heard it clearly, it was Li Ziping's voice.

Wu Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, the five-pointed star-shaped headlights above his head, the red seats on the second and third floors in the distance, and a table with documents and voting machines in front of him.

This is the venue.

Wu Qingchen took a greedy breath, yes, there was a slight cold smell of central air conditioning, this is the venue.

"Mr. Wu, are you okay? Professor Gu, Professor Gu, come and take a look! ”

"I, I'm fine." Wu Qingchen turned his head, only to find that Li Ziping's hands were firmly on his shoulders, which was probably the reason why the entire dream world shook together before.

Li Ziping didn't pay attention to Wu Qingchen's answer at all, quickly got out of the way, and pushed Professor Gu Feng in front of Wu Qingchen with an action that could almost be called rough.

"Look up! Mouth! ”

The old Professor Gu Feng also didn't have time to care about Li Ziping's attitude at all, and his right hand quickly grabbed Wu Qingchen's left wrist, and his eyes eagerly observed Wu Qingchen's pupils and tongue.

Half a minute later, Professor Gu Feng breathed a long sigh of relief: "The heartbeat is relatively fast, it should be intense, everything else is fine, there is no problem at present." ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Li Ziping's expression was simply thankful, and his hands were clenched into fists tightly, "Mr. Wu, the meeting is over, let's go." ”

Is the meeting over?

Wu Qingchen turned to the venue, and his eyes jumped a few times involuntarily: the venue at this time was a mess, and the tables, the ground, and the chairs were full of messy documents, telephones, voting machines, paper and pencils, glasses, and so on.

Half of the soldiers around the bulletproof glass stood on the edge of the podium, and below them were several delegates who were rolling on the floor in pain with their foreheads or abdomen in their arms.

"It's ......"

"It's okay...... It's just an accident......" Li Ziping glanced in the direction Wu Qingchen was pointing, turned around and continued to direct the soldiers to push the bulletproof glass on the left side wider, "You fell asleep just now, there was a little accident, and some of the deputies acted excessively." ”

"There was another ...... just now There was ....." Wu Qingchen immediately recalled the sky vision that Ji Mingming had shown him in the van, but he couldn't find the right words to describe it.

"Yes......" Li Ziping nodded knowingly, "It's basically the same as noon." ”

It's basically the same as noon......

Wu Qingchen immediately understood that the dream he had just had must have been played simultaneously in the sky of the world again.

This is certainly the reason why the conference hall has become a mess.

Wu Qingchen could imagine how panicked the heads of state were when the vision of the Red Seal incident appeared in the sky again, how hoarse and exhausted they were when they ordered the delegates to wake themselves up immediately, and how frantically and hurriedly the delegates who were eager to act were in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingchen immediately realized another question: "Minister Li, am I sleeping very hard?" Why did it take minutes to wake me up? ”

"Alright, Mr. Wu, let's go."

The soldiers had already removed the bulletproof glass on the left side, put away the drill bits of the remaining six bulletproof glass, and pushed them to start moving, Li Ziping turned his head and motioned to Wu Qingchen to stand up and follow, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes: "Mr. Wu, you didn't sleep for a few minutes, even if you started counting from the time you closed your eyes, you only slept for ten seconds." ”

Following Li Ziping and Liu Tao to the side door of the small hall, Wu Qingchen turned his head and looked at the venue of the Great Hall for the last time, the two American delegates held on to the stairs of the rostrum, and got up with difficulty, the representative on the right pressed the big bag on his forehead, and slowly pulled up the representative on the left: "Mr. Johnson, you are wrong, now is the real 2012." ”

Johnson couldn't hide a wry smile on his face:

"The whole world dreams with him, it's the biggest nightmare in the world."

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United States, Washington, Pentagon.

"Woke up? …… Are you sure? …… What's going on now? …… Away from the venue? Hell, all you know is that he left the venue! Why are you still there? …… Okay, good, you're already on the road...... Very well, Mr. Thor, you are the best agent...... Keep tracking...... Did a soldier notice you? Damn it! Get out of the way of them! …… Too late? FUCK！ …… Harrow ...... Harrow ...... FUCK！ FUCK！ FUCK！ ”

The middle-aged officer slammed the microphone in a fit of rage, but this action did not attract any attention.

Because, at this moment, in the Pentagon's war room of about 300 square meters, for the hundreds of bureaucrats here, just smashing the microphone is quite mild.

Not-so-mild situations can be found everywhere:

"Smack!"

A document of about ten pages struck a young staff officer precisely in the nose.

"Go back to your place, if you really don't know what to do, you can go home and hug your mom, don't waste my time with this garbage!"

The staff officer quickly picked up the ten pages of garbage that had fallen to the ground, and ran out of the glass-separated cubicle as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, not every young person can meet each other in this way.

"Coercive measures, coercive measures! Oh my God, are there only coercive measures left in the textbooks at West Point? Open your eyes and look out the window! Three minutes ago, it was still that damn dream of that bastard in country Z! Do you have any methods to force it? ”

"But we have to control ......"

"How to control it? With what control? With this ridiculous coercive measure? Mr. Cole, please tell me, what can control what that bastard in country Z is supposed to dream? Or did your dad invent a rope that would tie the bastard's thoughts while he was sleeping? ”

"Sir, I didn't suggest controlling dreams, I just proposed to use tranquilizers or confessions to make early morning Wu no dreams......"

"Oh my God, Mr. Cole, why don't you just wear a white robe from the hospital? I swear you must be a good doctor because you just invented the daily injection of high-dose tranquilizers...... No, a good way to never dream by injecting a large dose of confession every day and ensure that there is no sequelae! But why don't you try it yourself first? ”

"Sir, this is just a suggestion!"

"No, it's not a suggestion! It's a piece of garbage that will definitely throw the president in my face! Now, take your garbage and get out of my room! ”

"Smack!"

A document of about ten pages struck a young staff officer precisely in the nose.