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It was past midnight, and there was still no movement. Chen Tingzhi waited a little longer, decisively put away his things, went upstairs to continue sleeping, and decided to wait until after sunrise to take a look at the situation.

Chen Tingzhi's head just fell asleep with a pillow, and when the sky was just polished, he turned over and got up again, changed into an old dress that he had brought to his hometown before, and by the way, he found a bag and stuffed a few items on his back, which was regarded as a new replenishment.

Within the scope of no acquaintance, Chen Tingzhi found that the mountain was still terrifyingly silent, there were still no insects and birds, no noisy human voices, and no movement of chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep.

Chen Tingzhi looked around and found that the broken door had not been repaired, and the things he had taken away had not been restored to their original positions, but the duck soup that should have been moldy and mushroomy overnight on a hot day was safe and sound, Chen Tingzhi tasted it, although it was a little colder, but the taste did not change, and the thing was not broken.

"Could it be that without the action of external forces, these things are like pressing the pause button, and they will continue like this? No, it should be said that all other organisms, including bacteria and fungi, have disappeared except for plants. Chen Tingzhi decided to verify it and lived here first.

In order to verify whether the absence of microorganisms caused the duck soup to not deteriorate, or whether time was really suspended on these things, Chen Tingzhi prepared two comparative experiments.

One is the bowl of duck soup that has been left overnight, and now it has been divided into two bowls, and the other is the firewood that is still moist on the broken stubble in the warehouse of Chen Tingzhi's old house, which has not been moved.

If it is because of the lack of microorganisms, it is not that time has been suspended on them, naturally, although the duck soup will not be contaminated by foreign microorganisms, Chen Tingzhi, as a symbiotic microorganism in the human body, will also multiply everywhere, and spit out a bowl of saliva every day, which will definitely make this bowl of duck soup grow hair.

At the same time, there will definitely be no hair in the other bowl of isolated duck soup, and the wet wood will dry naturally.

But if it was the other way around, time was suspended on them, and the result was naturally that except for the duck soup that was disturbed by Chen Tingzhi's spit, it would probably deteriorate, and the other bowl of duck soup would not change, not only that, but even the wet firewood would remain the same.

Chen Tingzhi lived here for a week, and the national art cultivation directly broke through to the dark energy, and began to grind the water, moving towards the transformation of energy, but with the experience of cultivating the mind in the previous world, this time it should not take several years and so long, and it is likely that he can sprint to the realm after the transformation of energy.

The result of this week's experiment was that both bowls of duck soup did not become moldy, although one bowl of spitting duck soup became very cloudy, but not moldy, and the wet wood remained the same.

"The symbiotic microorganisms in my body were wiped out by the Remnant World after they left my body, or in other words, there were no symbiotic microorganisms in my body at all, which needs to be verified after I have cultivated to a high level later. But what is certain is that as long as they don't care about these things, their time will stand still. ”

According to the results of the experiment, Nicholas Chen came to a conclusion, but this did not help to find the truth of the reverberant world and the location of the protagonist except for making this reverberant world once again covered with a layer of fog.

"Let's move on."

Chen Tingzhi launched the motorcycle, cleaned and maintained it well, then inserted a firewood knife into the strap behind his back as an arm, and tied the back full of clothes to the back seat of the motorcycle, and fixed it with the trunk, and then started the engine on the road and left the No. 7 old house.

After driving for ten hours a day, I would find an old house and stop for dinner on the way, then move on, and then find an old house to replenish supplies and rest in the evening.

Such an aimless and lonely trip reminded Nicholas Chen of the sheep cart that Faphnir gave him in the remnant world of Norse mythology, and he also rode around in it at the beginning.

Only three days later, Nicholas Chen came to the old house No. 66, and finally let him notice a little different.

One of my uncle's old houses had been pried open, the stove and refrigerator inside had been touched, and the fire under the stove was still warm, and it seemed that the man had not been gone for long.

But it's very likely that it's not his acquaintance, otherwise he must have chosen to enter his uncle's house through the broken door behind his uncle's brick house that was covered by a few wooden boards, this loophole is known to almost everyone in the family, and the uncle didn't repair it, and it is much easier to enter the house from here than to pick the lock from a sliding door.

If he hadn't found the key to his old house from his pocket, Chen Tingzhi would definitely follow the broken door into his uncle's house to play the autumn breeze and rest.

Chen Tingzhi went to check it out and found that the motorcycle in front of Ah Gong's door was not ridden, and it seemed that this living person had not left far away.

No acquaintance found anyone nearby, Chen Tingzhi also looked around in the nearby bamboo forest, but found no one, so he drove the motorcycle and continued to move forward.

In just ten minutes, Chen Tingzhi caught up with a pedestrian who looked rather embarrassed.

"Crunch—"

Chen Tingzhi stopped on the side of the pedestrian and greeted him: "Hey! ”

The pedestrian raised his head, a pair of emerald eyes under the messy black hair, a scruffy beard on his pale face, and he looked like a Westerner, and the painting style was a live-action version, not a 3D simulation and two-dimensional.

It may be the protagonist, but Nicholas Chen didn't feel his protagonist's aura, was it closed by this reverberating world, or was he actually just an NPC?

"It's people? Living! I've finally seen a living person! Great, I thought I'd go on alone forever! Pedestrians happily stretched out their hands to hug Chen Tingzhi.

Chen Tingzhi stretched out his hand in disgust and pushed away the pedestrian: "Enough is enough, don't get close, it's smelly, go back with me to take care of yourself and trim it." If you remember the old houses you saw before, go there. ”

The pedestrian nodded, and the two of them, who got out of the car and pushed the motorcycle together, chatted as they walked.

"I'm Ike, Wei Lun, British, what about you, you should be Chinese, right?"

"Yes, I am Chinese, you can call me Duck or Chen, but how do you tell that I am Chinese?"

"Hehe, it's very simple, because you Chinese have a very different mental outlook, there is a high-spirited youthful vitality, which is healthier than the Dongying people and the stick countrymen, who have a rigid sour smell, while the stick people are with excessive narcissism and stupidity."

Chen Tingzhi smiled: "Then how did you end up here?" ”

"I don't know, my most recent memory was a vacation with my wife in a small French village, but I'm sure it's not a small Chinese mountain village here."

"This is my hometown, but I found that all the places in the neighborhood are exactly the same, it's like someone has copied and pasted my hometown several times, and this is the sixty-sixth hometown I saw."

Ikeweilun frowned, "Dark, what you said is true?" Is this your hometown? And you've seen sixty-six more? ”

"That's right, each hometown is a separate individual, and it doesn't have any linkage with other hometowns, and have you noticed that in addition to plants, there are also two living people like us, and there are no living creatures nearby, and everything in the house, as long as you don't touch it, its time is static."

Nicholas Chen decided to test whether Ikeweilun was the protagonist who was turned off the protagonist's aura or a highly intelligent NPC, so he described in detail the experiments he had done and the process of the experiment.

"Has it been verified? The nature of these hometowns is so weird, it looks like we're involved in something terrible," Ekweilun thought as he touched his chin, "So are you sure everything here is real?" Since it's your hometown, I think the weirdness of all this is probably on you. ”

Chen Tingzhi blinked, and suddenly realized.

I was blinded by lard, and although I have recovered the rational dominance of my appearance, the worries and thoughts of my family still have the absolute upper hand in my heart, so I have determined that this remnant world is made by one of my own family members who have had an accident.

Nicholas Chen has never considered that there may be something wrong with the reverberating world he entered, maybe the master of this world is about to become a sober person or let go of his obsession and be reincarnated, and then step in by himself and use his own consciousness to directly transform this fragile world.

But because he only revealed the meaning of homesickness, this reverberant world can only build an infinite hometown based on limited memories.

Thinking of this, Nicholas Chen glanced at the sloppy Ikeweilun, and thought: This is the protagonist didn't run away, but the aura seems to have been accidentally shattered by me.