After being a volunteer pilot at NATA for a long time, although the bounty is not at all comparable to that of local tyrants such as ALSA, Long Yun also has a lot of spare money in his hands.

At present, people are in a foreign country, and they are on a secret mission, the assets in the identity of "Long Yun" are naturally unusable, and "Zhang Desheng" is originally a shadow identity, maybe one day the things under his name will be written off, of course Long Yun will not deliberately save, he swiped the card in the hotel lobby very chicly, declined the waiter's kindness, put the luggage in the room by himself, and then went to eat a buffet lunch quite comfortably.

During the winter stay in Tashkent, he appeared as a virtual identity, and it stands to reason that he should stay in the hotel and not go anywhere until tomorrow afternoon.

However, for Long Yun, who had just left war-torn Iraq and breathed air without a trace of gunsmoke, it was useless to be anxious now, so he took a nap in his hotel room in the afternoon, and in the afternoon he carried a travel bag on his back and wandered around the huge city like those tourists who hike alone.

After fighting for so long, now that I am about to return home, it is time to change my mood.

When I arrived in Tashkent in the middle of the night last night, I felt that the weather was very cold, and now walking on the bustling city road, there are already snowflakes floating in the sky, and Long Yun really feels that the local winter climate in Uzbekistan is actually different from the Middle East or the interior of Central Asia, where the winter is cold and wet, and the summer is dry and hot.

Wandering alone in an unfamiliar city, Long Yun was accustomed to this kind of action, but he still thought of his lover from afar. It would be nice if the two of them could go sightseeing together; Because the computer has been unable to connect to the Internet. He bought a map at a roadside newsstand. After a visit to the National Historical Museum, we made a trip to Tashkent's famous earthquake monument.

In this troubled world, earthquakes are probably one of the most common malignant destructive forces.

In the early hours of April 26, 1966, a time that is common for most people in the world, the inhabitants of Tashkent were struck by an earthquake of at least eight magnitude in their sleep; In those days. The entire city is still mostly composed of low-rise buildings, and the casualties caused by the urban area are still very staggering because the urban area is almost reduced to rubble.

In the aftermath of the earthquake, the Soviet Union quickly assembled its elite troops and used the strength of more than a dozen republics to divide the city, each of which was responsible for a major street and buildings on both sides, and quickly rebuilt the largest city in Central Asia.

It has to be said that this kind of action of giving full play to the advantages of the planned economy, or the advantages of the national system, is still very meritorious.

Standing in the Earthquake Monument Park with winter snow fluttering, Long Yun looked at the main sculpture of the monument covered with a layer of white, and two or three young couples standing next to large rocks taking pictures. White wedding dress, heavy background. Dotted with light snowflakes, the huge monument park was very quiet, and the scene in front of him made him stop and watch for a long time, and also gave birth to a little emotion from his heart.

Thinking about how fragile life is, the intertwining of death or life, he, a pilot who fights fiercely in the sky, naturally understands it deeply, but for all people in this world, it is not a kind of ultimate fate that cannot be broken.

Feeling the hardships and tenacity of the journey of life, he left the park silently, a gust of wind blew away the snowflakes in the sky, and the afternoon sun shone on his body, and the warmth made Long Yun's mood a little lighter. Sitting in a taxi, he let the driver take him around, speeding around the "Timurid Museum", apparently not paying any attention to the lame tyrant, and then went to the city's famous tourist TV tower, where he had dinner in a restaurant with a view of the glorious sunset.

Sitting in the slowly rotating viewing restaurant, seeing the orange halo through the snow mist slowly disappear in sight, Long Yun held a porcelain cup in his hand, sipping coffee with a bit of residual warmth, he found that he really enjoyed this short leisure time; Even if there is no lover by his side, compared to the recent period of hard work, it is also a rare leisure and relaxation.

Sitting alone at the table, looking out over a large part of the city through the floor-to-ceiling double glazing, he remembered the trip to the "Rome" base in the parallel world, and if he remembered correctly, that mysterious land was only a thousand kilometers away from the city he was in now.

Oh, that's a bit of a problem, after all, it's supposed to be in a parallel world.

The disc-shaped viewing restaurant slowly rotated, and the place where he sat turned to the northwest, in this snow-falling dusk, looking through a gray-white expanse in the distance, Long Yun's reason was telling himself, the so-called "dead city", after all, it was just a scene in a parallel world, and there should be no such place in the real world.

However......

Even if he thought like this, the young man who raised his glass and sipped his glass always looked through the fog and looked into the unreachable distance, and there was a faint trace of uneasiness in his heart.

As a temporary visitor to Tashkent, it is impossible to change his course and go to the hinterland of Central Asia to investigate whether there is anything unusual in the area around Baikonur in the real world, and the uneasiness in Long Yun's heart gradually subsided when he took the elevator back to the bottom of the TV tower.

Yes, even if he is not very reassured, he can't take some action to verify the truth now, he can only decide for the time being, he must come to Central Asia again when he has time, even if it is to make himself feel at ease, he must see with his own eyes what the situation of that mysterious land is; With the previous many "historical distortions" experience, Long Yun vaguely felt that there might be something wrong with this, but he could only barely imagine for a while that if the "dead city" also appeared inexplicably in the reality he was in, what would happen to the situation in the whole world.

Sitting in the taxi back to the hotel, Long Yun was still thinking about this question at first, to be honest, he couldn't think of it at all, the real world that should have no "dead city" originally, if such a secret base in the desert appeared out of thin air, what would happen to the corresponding world line?

A large-scale, dense base that can only be built over the years, of course, cannot be a castle in the air, the "Rome" in the parallel world began to be built because of the discovery of the "energy medium", which made him turn his thinking in another direction, since the reason for the existence of the secret base is the "energy medium", then once something like the "giant tree" appears in Central Asia, is it that the situation in the real world will become similar to the parallel world.

The idea that the trajectories of the two worlds permeated this kind of Cheng Dù made Long Yun very uncomfortable, and one of his previous efforts was to prevent similar things from happening, but he had never found any definite solution.

The "giant tree" in the "Dead City" is probably the most mysterious thing in that world, but there is no clue to be found in it......

The taxi went all the way, thinking in vain for a long time in the back seat, and Long Yun finally decided to give up, he didn't want to get caught up in another brainstorming after just leaving the sky battlefield. When he returned to the hotel, it was already early in the city of Tashkent, and he asked the waiter, and when he learned that there was still Wi-Fi coverage here, he went back to his room to fiddle with his tablet, and it took a lot of effort to solve the Internet problem.

From leaving Fort Scharqat to now, when he can finally connect to the Internet, Long Yun's first thought is naturally to make a phone call to his lover.

However, after tapping the app, his finger hovered over the screen, and he thought about it and didn't continue.

Reluctantly suppressed the idea of talking to Su Xue, of course Long Yun didn't want to surprise his lover by doing this, he felt that he was in Tashkent, and he didn't know the specific situation on the side of Hyderabad, and the most important thing was that he didn't know whether the next trip would be smooth, and it was easy to reveal flaws on the phone at this time.

After closing the communication program, he opened the browser, looked up the flight information from Tashkent to Beijing, China, and stared at the screen for a short time before blinking his eyes in confusion.

Sure enough, there was no flight to Beijing on Sunday, could it be that I was wrong before?

When he was checking the flight information at Fort Scharcut, because of the rush of time and the fact that his mind was not all about it, Long Yun was not sure to remember what he saw, so he could only shrug his shoulders in front of the computer and throw this slightly abnormal little thing aside.

Tong guò confidential connection sent an email to the "organization", reporting his whereabouts and next plans, Long Yun thought that this vacation time was spent on the journey, if the "organization" had to report to himself after returning to Beijing, then I am afraid he would not have time to meet Su Xue, so he kept a little cautious, did not say when he could return to the capital, in short, it is best to return to China quietly, to the scene of the New Year's concert.

A trip thousands of miles away, as long as he returns to Beijing, everything can be done, and as for trivial matters such as tickets, he only needs to find Shangguan Ling to easily handle it.

After running outside all day, the next arrangements have been decided, and Long Yun went to bed early to rest.

Outside the warm hotel room, in the cold night sky through a layer of glass windows, flakes of snow are still drifting in the wind; On such a peaceful night near New Year's Day, the young man sleeping in the guest room did not know for the time being that there was a dark undercurrent bubbling in the same city under the snowy night.

As night falls, far away from the busy city of Tashkent, in a large area of old city where various ethnic groups live together and buildings are lined up, a small two-story building that looks ordinary is shining a dim light through the window lattice, slightly illuminating the cold and narrow street. (To be continued......)