This crack more than five meters wide is an insurmountable gap for ordinary people, and it is not worth mentioning in front of Ke Mingde.

Jumping over the cracks in the ground, there are all kinds of vehicles crowded together.

At the front was a gray pickup truck, and Ke Mingde walked in to take a closer look.

The glass is intact, the transparency is very high, there is no film, and you can clearly see the inside of the car.

The cabin has four seats, the driver's seat is in the front left, and there are several pedals and levers under the steering wheel, which is rougher and more rudimentary than the vehicles on earth.

"There is no on-board computer, this symbol seems to be a sound, this should be a joystick for the light, this is the air conditioner, the hand-cranked glass of the car window...... It's like a car on Earth for about 2,000 years. ”

Pull open a drawer and it's full of clutter, with small mirrors, lipsticks, handkerchiefs, nail clippers, keys, and other messy things.

Ke Mingde saw a small book with a plastic cover and took it out.

The small dark green cover, printed with gilded characters, opens the first page and is a photograph of a human being.

A middle-aged man with short reddish-brown curly hair, a round face, and a wrinkle on his forehead.

There are some characters written next to the photo, and when you turn the page, the font behind it is very different, it is a handwritten record.

"Driver's license?"

Ke Mingde patted the chair, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"These cars have been here for some time!"

The paint on the body had become dull, and there were a few cracks on the hood.

There were all sorts of bits and pieces in the car, glass cups, snacks to open the bag, cigarettes, matches, everything as if the owner was going to return immediately.

However, the water in the cup had dried up, the food had spoiled into a fine crumb of powder, the matches were damp, and the white roll paper of the cigarette was stained with yellow stains.

Ke Mingde glanced at the fuel tank, and there was only a layer of viscous gasoline left in it, which had volatilized part of it, and the rest had long since deteriorated.

"It's a pity that I didn't study these things, otherwise I could tell how long these cars have been abandoned. ”

Ke Mingde checked one by one and found a watch, the battery still working, and the hands kept moving.

There are three hands on the dial, just like the clocks of the earth, but the scales are different, up and down, left and right, left and left, right and right, with a total of eight large scales and sixteen small scales.

Ke Mingde observed the speed of the hand for a while, and the hour hand rotated for two weeks, which is about a day and night, that is, a whole day.

"Sixteen hours in a day, an hour is divided into two hours, an hour and forty minutes, a minute and forty seconds, and a second, which is about two seconds less than the time of the earth......"

Based on this watch, Komünder guessed the concept of time in this world.

"I don't know how the calendar is calculated here, the solar calendar, the lunar calendar, or the lunisolar calendar?"

In addition to his watch, he found something else, a portable radio with a cassette tape plugged in, a telephone, slightly smaller than his big brother, and books and newspapers.

The newspaper has black and white color pages, and the paper is somewhat yellowed, but it is not damaged because it is kept in the car.

On the newspaper were printed letters, letters composed of arcs and triangles, the shape and structure of which were slightly more complex than in English, and Ko Mingde counted them, and there were thirty-two different letters.

Ke Mingde took these things back to the RV, pulled out a wire, and connected it to the radio, and immediately there was a sizzling noise.

After adjusting the knob for a while, he actually found a channel.

“％?#@......”

However, he couldn't understand a word of the voice on the radio.

"It's a recording, repeated in three minutes, it's supposed to be broadcasting something......"

Ke Mingde listened intently for a while, but he couldn't get any useful information, so he picked up a cassette tape and plugged it into his portable radio.

After a slight noise, rhythmic music finally sounds.

Although the lyrics are incomprehensible, it is obviously a cheerful tune, a male voice sings the lyrics happily, and not a word is bitten very clearly, like a handful of pearls slowly sprinkled into a glass plate, each rhyme is consistent, which is very in line with Ke Mingde's aesthetics.

The road was congested with abandoned vehicles, and there was no end in sight, Ke Mingde checked a kilometer away, and found nothing else, returned to the RV, searched the neighborhood, found a narrow crevasse, crossed the past, and returned to the road.

Both sides of the road were once farmland, but now they are deserted and grow with weeds.

Along this abandoned belt, Ke Mingde slowly drove into a city.

A dead city.

Buildings are in ruins, ruined objects are everywhere, and vehicles are crowding the roads, clogging up the city.

Vegetation has begun to grow between the streets and buildings, with some stork-like toucans landing on high ground, and small animals appearing on the ground from time to time.

The road into the city was completely blocked, and Ko Mingde had to get out of the car and walk.

I don't know when the rain has stopped, the clouds have cleared, the sun has sunk in the west, and the stars have appeared.

He reined in his breath and tiptoed into a building.

The glass doors had been completely shattered, the counters had been overturned, the decorative lamps were dangling, and there were many objects scattered on the floor, including batons, guns, shoes, and brown stains on the walls, dried blood.

"Thor, you wait here, hide your breath, I'll go down and take a look!"

Kommad passed a message to Thor, dragging a light machine gun out of the space mirror.

He had already discovered that this 100-meter-high building, above the ground, had been completely abandoned, but the underground part was filled with human beings.

The elevator doors twisted open, and the elevator fell to the bottom of the elevator shaft, already unusable, but there were still stairs to use.

Ke Mingde mobilized his true qi, used the stealth technique, walked into the stairs, walked down a few steps, turned a corner, and the basement floor and half of the staircase were already full.

A sea of people.

Like the penguins warming up in Antarctica, crowded like canned sardines.

Ke Mingde observed carefully, these people had no movement, no breathing, no heartbeat, and no body temperature, and they were clearly erect corpses!

The skin was shriveled and clung to the bones, and the clothes were all worn on the body, giving off a strong stench.

"What is this? tombs, mass graves, shelters?"

Ke Mingde didn't sense the breath of life, withdrew his invisibility, approached the corpse, and pressed his hand on their shriveled skin, which was as hard as tangerine peel.

"Gaba!"

There was a crunch.

The corpse in front of Ke Mingde suddenly shook his head.

The slender neck with only skin and bones left made people worry that it would break, but Ke Mingde didn't have this leisure, and hurriedly retreated a few steps to distance himself.

"Gaba, Gaba!"

There was a loud sound, and the dried corpse staggered and took a step, only to fall to the ground.

Then, a series of sounds rang out, ranging from sparse to dense, like the sound of tearing fabric.

Crowded.