Yan Zhen has worked in this city for two years, and he has saved very few belongings, and he has nothing that he is particularly reluctant to leave behind, so he simply cleaned up, and glanced around the room again, making sure that he had not forgotten to bring something, and then beckoned to the alien with his arms outstretched on the table. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Let's go."

PK9587 couldn't roll his eyes, but his tone was not good: "Did you forget something?" ”

Yan Zhen confirmed again and affirmed: "No." ”

PK9587 kept his arms outstretched, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you think a doll walking on its own will cause a sensation?" Well? Am I not an important item? ”

Only then did Yan Zhen realize that its action was 'begging for a hug', and forgave him for not being able to connect it with humans, and forgetting that it was only a rag doll now.

He put on his backpack, walked briskly back to the table, raised his hand, clamped the half-human-tall rag doll under his armpit, and walked out.

"Hey, you're making it hard for me to breathe, the doll is for holding!" PK9587 protested.

"Don't you know that there are people on the planet who like to clip dolls?" Yan Zhen ignored its protests, he was sure that the rag doll under his arm was not breathing at all.

Since it is an escape, the most important thing is to save his life, so Yan Zhen's fear of ET is not so deep, he has a hunch that something worse must happen.

When Yan Zhen stepped on the electric car and rushed to the square in front of the railway station, he saw that there were soldiers on the periphery, and the citizens who arrived first were circled in the middle.

10% of a city's population is not too little, at least for the square in front of the station, this number is a bit large.

The crowd formed two lines and slowly moved towards the waiting hall, and the radio looped reassuring clichés into one sentence: they were safe.

Yan Zhen listened for a while and knew that the above was going to transfer them to City C, but he didn't reveal the reason for doing so.

He didn't care about the transfer, he also wanted to go back to his hometown, but he couldn't use the computer on the train, so what should he do as soon as he landed every day?

"Uncle!" A slightly familiar female voice sounded from behind him, causing Yan Zhen to look sideways.

"It's you." Yan Zhen will not forget this 'writing friend' who has only been separated for a day, but he didn't expect that so many people could meet her.

"Ah, Uncle can't imagine that you look dull and still retain an unextinguished childlike heart!" The round-faced girl stared at the rag doll under Yan Zhen's arm and smiled, and when she got closer to see the full picture of the doll, her original smile became a little stiff.

A big man of more than 1.8 meters, running for his life and holding a weird and gloomy rag doll, saying that his mental health is infinitely sunny, who believes it?

"Did you get yesterday's assignment?" Yan Zhen was in no mood to pay attention to anything else, he just wanted to know about things related to Paradise.

"Well, what is the ending you wrote?" The girl lowered her voice.

"X used an evolutionary potion himself." Yan Zhen had already handed over the task, and now there is no need to keep it secret.

"What?" When the girl heard him say this, her eyes were full of shock, perhaps Yan Zhen's answer exceeded her prediction and opened up a new way of thinking for her.

Yan Zhen didn't think that his answer was 100% correct, seeing the girl put on a desperate expression of death, he was about to open his mouth to say a word of relief, but was secretly stabbed by PK9587 under his arm, his body shook, and he swallowed back the words that were about to be spoken.

PK9587 was clearly warning him to shut up, Yan Zhen couldn't figure out the bottom of this alien creature, and didn't know why it stopped him from comforting the girl in front of him.

But given the unpredictable abilities of extraterrestrial creatures, he decided it would be better to listen to them.

There are too many citizens transferred, and it is obviously not enough to rely on train transportation alone, passenger transport, public transportation, and all large vehicles that can be mobilized have been mobilized; Obviously, the above was rushing for time, and Yan Zhen and the girl in front of him with a pen name Yuanxingren were assigned to the long-distance bus group.

The bus was only responsible for transporting them to City C, and then no one interfered with where they went.

The people with cars have already left by car, and the rest of Yan Zhen and them have no means of transportation, so they will be transferred by the government/government.

Yan Zhen's laptop has a very short standby time, so he plans to go to City C to find a place with power and turn it on.

In addition, he has a fully charged power bank in his bag, so he can log in and complete new tasks even if he can't find a place to live.

After all, there are too many people who have moved to City C, and accommodation and meals are probably problems.

Provided, of course, that he was not punished to death by the previous mission.

The bus gradually drove out of the city, and outside the window was the distant view of the bustling city, and the oppressive atmosphere in the car was suffocating, and no one was in the mood to talk.

Yuanxing people were originally very talkative, but since they exchanged 'answers' with Yan Zhen, they have been silent.

Yan Zhen ate a packet of biscuits, and after a while he was hungry again, and in order to fight hunger, he decided to sleep.

The sky shook in his sleep, and the violent impact woke him up, and before he realized what was happening, his body had been thrown out.

The screams in the ears disappeared as the bus tumbled down the hill from the highway and the disgusting tumbling and spinning stopped.

Yan Zhen's body went from severe pain to loss of consciousness, but it only took a very short time, and finally his only remaining consciousness supported his brain to stay awake.

"Alas~ I saved these grains in vain, feed the boy, my sister will bet all the belongings on you, remember to repay the favor in the future!" Before losing consciousness, he heard PK9587 say this.

Regaining consciousness was not as difficult as he had imagined, and he sat up almost as soon as he was awake, as comfortable as he would wake up every morning when he heard the alarm sound.

He found himself lying on the hillside, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a starry sky, and when he looked down, the scene was not so wonderful.

All of the twenty-eight buses that came out of the city overturned at the bottom of the slope, not to mention crying and screaming, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was not even any extra gasping sound.

He thought of PK9587, his eyes swept around his body, and he saw the rag doll right behind him, no wonder he didn't wake up and felt panic under his head, it turned out to be pillowing it!

He patted it on the head, but the latter didn't react, and he tried to pull on its limbs, but it still didn't respond.

He's dead? Admittedly, this thought made him feel awkward and uncomfortable.

But thinking of the words he heard before he lost consciousness, he felt that it was probably just too much to save him and died.

He stood up with it in his hand, and used his mobile phone lighting to shine on the buses hidden in the night, deformed carriages, broken windows, and twenty-eight buses scattered at the bottom of the hillside like building blocks discarded by children.

Not a single living person climbed out of the car.

He was able to stand here intact, not even a single scrape, probably thanks to the 'food' in PK9587's mouth.

But he didn't delve into it, but walked to the bus he was riding in, and found the bus that was flipped 180 degrees according to the license plate number, and the scene inside was simply miserable.