The twisted warhead lies in the palm of the hand dripping with cold sweat.

Staring at the thing in his palm like this, Long Yun stood in place in a daze.

Shangguan Ling, who was on the side, saw Long Yun motionless and a dull expression on his face, and only felt that he was a little strange.

The sight before me, though unusual, was nothing more than a little thing found in the trunk of a tree; But judging from Long Yun's eyes, it seemed that he had seen the weirdest thing in the world.

Even so, seeing Long Yun's confused face, Shangguan Ling didn't bother him; Anyway, it's still early, so I just let him stay there for a while.

At this time, his mind gradually woke up from the initial shock, and Long Yun's brain finally regained a little thinking ability.

People are always like this, when they encounter an emergency, they may have a short circuit in the brain; But when it comes to an unprecedented shock, the brain will skip the problems that can't be solved at all out of self-preservation, and focus on getting out of the current situation.

This is the case with Long Yun now, although his consciousness is a little dull, he has finally recovered his thoughts.

But after thinking about it for a moment, he still couldn't figure it out; Or rather, such a reality is a bit beyond his comprehension. Countless thoughts passed through his mind, and the rusty warhead in his hand seemed to have become so heavy, and his hand was trembling slightly.

“…… Long Yun? ”

A tentative summoning shook Long Yun's body and freed him from the infinite myth.

He was so engrossed in thinking about it just now that he forgot that there were still people waiting on the side. "Ahh I—I'm fine, let's go. ”

"I know you're okay. But you're obviously confused, what did you see? ”

“…… Yes? ”

Long Yun was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this haughty and even a little indifferent girl would have a time when she showed concern for him.

But he couldn't figure it out at all, so how could he explain it to others?

Not to mention that the matter itself is an absolute secret.

"Actually...... That's it, I think, it's like the bullet of a Makarov pistol bullet. There's been no war here in years, has it? Locals don't usually use guns like this, I think...... I have to go back and take a look again, after all, the 9*18mm pistol bullet is very similar to the Pyra Belum bullet, this bullet is a little rusty, I can't see its specific situation. ”

Faced with Shangguan Ling's doubts, Long Yun had no choice but to ramble nonsense in a hurry; Although he subconsciously wanted to lie, he still kept his original Makarov in three sentences. After saying that, he regretted it a little, but for the eldest lady in front of him, it shouldn't matter.

Sure enough, hearing such a non-answer, Shangguan Ling's thinking was also confused by him, after all, for a girl, these words are as difficult to understand as the language of the Zenith Star:

"Uh, what a Tokarev pistol bullet, what's going on? ――Does this have anything to do with us? ”

"I don't think so. Ah, so it's just curiosity, let's go, shall we? ”

Finally calmed down from the violent fluctuations just now, Long Yun's thinking had returned to normal, and he felt that it was better to go back and think about it slowly. Thinking of this, he stuffed the warhead into his pocket and led "Maddie" to the path by the bridge. Even so, I was really a little uneasy in my heart, and it seemed to be pounding, which was not a good sign.

Thinking back to Shangguan Ling's unconscious question just now, it seemed to be right to the point.

-- What does this have to do with them?

Long Yun couldn't answer this question at all, but he had a vague bad premonition.

Led the beagle "Maddie" back to the manor, the hospitable owner Brown had already come to the restaurant with his wife, daughter and others, Long Yun and Shangguan Ling didn't say much, came to the long table and sat down to start lunch. Although he had a lot on his mind, Long Yun didn't forget his work, but he saw that there were no new people here, and he had scanned the consciousness of these people many times.

Fiddling with the food on the plate, Shangguan Ling and Camilli were chatting and laughing in his ears, but Long Yun's mind was already a little out of his body.

At this moment, the warhead is still lying quietly in his pocket.

When you reach out and touch it, it is rusty and rough.

What the hell is going on?

Could it really be that the bullet left behind by his shot?

Could it be that what he traveled to before turned out to be a piece of history in the real world?

Long Yun shook his head slightly, he thought it was completely impossible: in the parallel world he had traversed, the Soviet Union, which still existed in 1996, was in full swing, and there was no resemblance to the history of the real world.

And that's not the point: if it's really a piece of history in the real world, wouldn't he be able to change the past and the present world in time? Theoretically, it's a complete loop, and it doesn't make sense at all. For example, the "grandmother paradox" that many people know: if someone could go back in time and kill his ancestors, would he still have zài?

Now Long Yun is facing such a paradox: since the Great War between the East and the West in which he participated does not exist in history at all, how can he talk about being shot down, and then fighting with the pursuers in a small French town, and then leaving such a warhead?

Long Yun shook his head, it seemed that such an assumption was wrong.

But...... On the other hand, if all the time travels he has experienced before are dreams, hallucinations of self-talk, and the person of Viktor Rezenov is just an empty image emerging from a parallel world, or from the zenith star, then ......

How to explain the warhead in this pocket.

After thinking about it for a long time, it was like boiling paste on a pot, and this reasoning process made Long Yun dizzy.

He had to admit that with his own thinking, he probably couldn't explain this matter.

Dizzily looking around, stuffing the food in front of him into his mouth, Long Yun drank some lemon juice to sober himself up. Looking around casually, the furnishings in the manor are the same as this restaurant, simple and luxurious, and it seems that it has been some years. Perhaps it was the coolness of the drink that restored his ability to think, Long Yun put aside those fanciful assumptions and concentrated on thinking about such a question.

Was the bullet in this pocket really what he shot into the trunk of the tree?

The appearance of a 5.45mm warhead for the AK74 gun family in the south of France was indeed quite surprising to him. But if it is concluded that he did it, I am afraid that there is still some insufficient evidence.

No one has stipulated that private gun owners or gangsters can only fight with locally produced weapons. Isn't it entirely understandable that a handful of drug dealers from North Africa crossed the Alps and traveled thousands of miles to the outskirts of Lyon with AK74s bought on the Tunisian black market to try to trade, but because of the quality of the white powder, the authenticity of the banknotes, or any other reason, they shot at each other by the local French gangs on a small bridge over the river, so Blablabla ......

Isn't that okay? Totally makes sense, doesn't it.

With such thoughts, Long Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he suddenly felt that this should be the only reasonable speculation.

But in the depths of his consciousness, he still clearly felt that there was a trace of swaying reason, and he still refused to accept the story of drug * fire trafficking. It's like a hermit in the night, making a faint mockery.

- It turns out that this is your so-called truth. Do you really think that world is just a gladiatorial arena for you to brush up on your experience in air combat?

- You're really not enlightened.