"G2QYV is written off? Forget it, it's not important, the point is the matter of the applicant of this so-called amateur radio station, after this person died, his radio equipment was gone, and I needed information on this. "Feng Han intends to dig into the root of the problem.

"I don't know, but I think I can send someone to Frank. Sullivan's home went to investigate. ”

Park Xianzhu is a female ol with a strict expression, a pair of black-framed glasses on her face, and a professional suit, probably out of her past work habits, and the identity she is now substituted for does not make her feel too uncomfortable.

Although this is an unpredictable and crisis-ridden scripted world, since it is still in the first act, the newcomers have not yet felt the terrifying pressure brought by the "reality show" performance that belongs to the evil spirit space.

It took two or three days for the newcomers to stabilize their feelings, and except for a few people, the rest of them were relatively stable.

Feng Han and they did not let the newcomers be idle, during this time, except for a few troublemakers and troublemakers, who were sent to the police detention room by him, the rest of the people began to receive a certain amount of training.

The content of the training includes medical care, battlefield first aid, wilderness survival, as well as the use of firearms, training, actual combat, common sense, and some basic tactical knowledge.

Feng Han seems to have not been in contact with many Japanese comics, and he has not read this comic, but among the few people present, there are also those who understand the worldview of "Destruction Beast".

"Overall,This is a catastrophe-type doomsday escape comic.,Especially the first one.,Except for the final battle.,Most of the early stages describe the powerful and terrifying monsters that emerge from the ground.,So basically these monsters are described as terrifying as natural disasters......"

"In this script, we are allowed to survive forty days in the city of London, and if nothing else, we will only experience the most terrible situation in the early stage, which is the plot of the early comics, facing an army of monsters that are basically so powerful that they cannot be solved."

In the original work, called Destruction Beast, the powerful Imperial type, which spans more than Tokyo to Chiba in length, is tentatively estimated to be several hundred square kilometers, comparable to a small island.

Monsters of this level have tremendous lethality just by virtue of their own mass, and the next-level Thor type also has a body that can resist nuclear weapons, and even if it is exploded, it can be reassembled, and conventional weapons are useless to use them at all.

In addition, there are some lower-level individual groups of destruction beasts, whose forms and ecology are all strange and cannot be done one by one.

Feng Han did not think deeply about these issues for the time being, and the most important thing now is to investigate G2QYV.

"Don't worry, first of all, we need to find out about Frank's interpersonal relationships, his relatives, friends, etc., g2qyv is very important to us, I believe there must be clues to trace......"

"Yes," Park Xianzhu nodded seriously.

"Frank still has a lot of friends, but he doesn't seem to have revealed to anyone that he has an interest or hobby in amateur radio, so after learning that he has such a hobby."

"Even this is recorded in the data?"

"Because this point is still fresh in the memory of many of Frank's friends and relatives during the investigation."

"Well, who else is in his immediate family."

His wife has died, and now he has only one son, John. Sullivan works as a reporter in a London tabloid, but, interestingly, he quit his job a few days ago, and if you calculate the time, it should be exactly a few days before we entered the world of scripts......"

"It seems that this John. Sullivan is suspicious, well, let's go to his house now, I'm sure if our guess is correct, this Mr. John probably won't disappoint us too much. ”

………………

The group rode in a police car to the John again. Where Sullivan lives.

"42nd Street, 343 Queens! That's right, this is ......"

Their car came to a slow halt, and through the window of the car they could see a house, an old Victorian-style building that was also the ancestral home of the Sullivan family.

…… Wooden staircases, spandrel spandrels, and baroque wind pillars were the first images of Feng Han and them when they came to the door of the house.

They quickly came to the door and knocked quickly.

After a long time, there was a man with a small stature wearing black-framed glasses with the character's characteristics. Sullivan is a journalist for a London morning newspaper.

"You ...... Who is it? There was a defensive look in John's tone.

…… Are you on guard against us?

Interestingly, it seems that this Mr. John does have a problem.

Feng Han immediately noticed that Mr. John was wearing a pajama, the wrinkles of the clothes felt like they hadn't been washed for at least a few days, and his bloodshot eyes all proved that John was not doing well during this time, at least his sleep quality was not good.

"Hello, sir, we're the police, and we want your opinion on something, can you let us in first-"

"I'm sorry, I have some personal matters, and it's not convenient for you to come in right now."

Before John's words were finished, Feng Han and the others forcibly entered.

"Wait, you can't do this, it's trespassing......" John yelled angrily.

"Trespassing? Mr. John, if you haven't done anything bad, why be so excited. ”

Feng Han took off his scarf, the climate in London at this time was wet and cold, which made him feel a little unaccustomed to living in the north.

"Let me see ......"

The owner of the house was scruffy, littered with books, CDs, and bags of junk food......

"Feng Han, g2qyv can already be determined, John. Sullivan modified the original radio station, and this thing is already usable. ”

Li Yuanfeng and the others searched around and found the shortwave radio station.

John's attitude changed suddenly, he roared and rushed towards everyone, but he was quickly controlled by Li Yuanfeng and others and pressed to the floor.

"Alright, let him go!"

Feng Han said in a low voice: "Hello, Mr. John, I'm Sherlock, Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes is a 'consultant detective', which I created and is the only one in the world. ”

"What's that for?"

John, who was let go, moved his hands and feet, and asked with some puzzlement.

"The police came to me when they couldn't help it, and this happened a lot."

"The police don't look for laymen as advisers......"

"Of course, so I'm not a layman."

Feng Han said calmly: "We know what happened to you now, you have communicated with your father Frank, who died twelve years ago, through the shortwave radio station guòg2qyv. Sullivan is communicating, you really ...... Know what you're doing? You're changing our timeline, and if you do, what will happen to you? ”

"Sorry, it looks like you're still a step late."

John. Sullivan smiled and said, "The timeline has already changed. ”

As soon as his words fell, everyone began to feel dizzy, a lot of information in their minds was changing, and even more strange things in front of them were also changing.

Shout!

When the crowd regained their senses, they found themselves crammed into a police car, stuck in the popular London traffic lane.

"Damn, time has changed."

We were a step late, and at this time Feng Han had the only thought in his mind.