On Wednesday, January 13, 2016, the fourth day of the release of "Star Wars Episode 7: The Force Awakens" in China, at 7:50 in the morning, Zhang Lu, a poor office worker, worked an all-night shift, and was finally pardoned by the leader Shi En, informing him that he could go home and rest - "There is a meeting at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, don't be late." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhang Lu yawned and got on the subway from Shilipu Station, changed Line 6 to Line 5, and got off at Lama Temple Station - he went straight to nap in the car, and his mobile phone was almost stolen by some blind thief. The house is in the small alley near the Lama Temple, which are two small bungalows left by my father, and I have been looking forward to the government's demolition, but unfortunately there is no action...... Two years ago, his father died, Zhang Lu wanted to simply sell the house and go to a small apartment near the company......

Dad died, his girlfriend ran away with someone, the company used people as livestock, and he couldn't sell a house and couldn't change it, and Zhang Lu didn't know how he survived the past two years. Sometimes he feels like an ostrich, just burying his head in the sand, ignoring nothing, not caring about anything, and carrying it day by day.

Walking out of the subway station, I was planning the day's itinerary in a daze: I was going to take time to watch "Star Wars 7", but there will be a meeting in the afternoon, and as soon as this will start, I don't know that the Year of the Monkey will end. It's better to hurry home and catch up on sleep, and then decide whether you can find a theater to relax in the evening.

His stomach screamed out at an inopportune time, and Zhang Lu pondered that it would be better to go and put something on the mat first, but don't fall into the endless cycle of "being so sleepy that I can't eat, and I'm so hungry that I can't sleep". It just so happened that there was a KFC near the north end of Yonghegong Street, although he was never good at this kind of junk food, but when people were really hungry, they had to let go of their attachments and make do with it.

Zhang Lu had breakfast at KFC - maybe it was lunch at the same time, he really didn't think he would be able to wake up naturally when he went back to lunch - and heard a long-haired fat man and a small thin man at the next table talking about something in vain. If he wasn't tired, Zhang Lu would definitely have to go over and ask: Which author are you? What is your pen name? I'm sure you won't click on your books in the future......

After eating, he walked south along Lama Temple Street, not far away, and suddenly was stopped by a beggar, and his mouth was: "Little brother, I see that you have a wonderful skeleton, and you are a genius who cultivates immortals in a thousand worlds, and it depends on you to maintain the peace of the immortals." I have a secret book here, and I see that I have a fate with you, so I will sell it to you for ten yuan......"

Zhang Lu originally suspected that it was a whole-person program, but he glanced left and right and found no hidden cameras. I just wanted to walk around and not let others see the jokes, but suddenly I found that the beggar handed over the "Supreme Mystery Sutra", which did not seem to be printed, it was clearly a handwritten version, and the words were not bad. He couldn't understand how his brain had a convulsion at that time—probably because he was sleepy—and he had actually spent five dollars on the beggar's book.

Then he flipped through the book and walked home, and inexplicably traveled to the world of Pocket Earth. For Zhang Lu, this experience seems to be a reversal of human history: many years later, he became an immortal, and he can even recall many details of the overtime work the night before, which is a complete "history of faith"; but from napping on the subway until he met a beggar and bought the "Supreme Mystery Sutra", this experience is vague, and he always feels that there are a lot of deficiencies and jumps, which can be regarded as a "half-faith history"; from buying the scriptures to inexplicably crossing over, of course, it is the age of mythology, and he can't recall what happened at all......

Even if he finally returned home or fell asleep in bed, Zhang Lu couldn't remember it at all.

This time, I unexpectedly found the entrance in the fourth-generation pocket earth world, and hurriedly projected it in, but I didn't expect it to fall on the same day that I crossed over. Zhang Lu has been studying the super-three-dimensional world and the three-dimensional world, as well as the time system of the pocket earth world for a while, trying to find out the corresponding laws, the table has been listed for a long time, but he found that the interval between every two points is long and short, and there seems to be no law at all - at least it is not the law of ordinary four operations. It's possible...... Is this a curve that can only be solved with more complex mathematical formulas?

Zhang Luzhen regretted that he didn't learn mathematics well when he was on Earth, which was completely denied entry.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that there is no contrast between the two at all, or that the comparison is irregular. It is not known whether time is universal in the same universe, but it is certainly not universal in different universes.

As for the time system of the earth and the time system of the super-three-dimensional world, whether there is a correlation or not, because it is not possible to directly project it - and it has to be transferred through the pocket world - so it is even more confusing. But after killing Zhang Lu, he couldn't imagine that he would be able to cross over to the time - did he turn back time? Or was there a more complex mechanism hidden in it?

Six o'clock, theoretically at this point in time, I am still working overtime in the company, the leader has not yet been gracious, let myself go home to rest, if I can rush to Lama Temple Street as soon as possible, maybe I can get a glimpse of the scene when I ascended to the immortal, and make up for the missing part of my memory. Moreover, if the mysterious beggar can be caught, it may provide a very important clue to unravel the mystery of the Pocket Earth world.

It's just that I'm in Tianjin, and I'm still 108,000 miles away from Beijing, so I really can't afford to delay. Because of this, Zhang Lu hurriedly stepped in, and wanted to take off, planning to fly directly to Beijing, but he didn't expect to have a garlic under his feet, and he directly threw himself into a car on the side of the road......

Zhang Lu was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted - he couldn't fly! Not only could he not fly, but all the abilities of the super-three-dimensional creatures seemed to be unable to be used. Why is that? Is it because I can't accurately grasp the physical laws of the earth? Or is it because the earth is banned from all kinds of non-mechanical things?

Unlucky, in this way, I won't have a chance to rush to Beijing in time? Seeing that the clue is at hand, I can't touch it -- fate is playing on me, is it tolerable or unbearable!

No, even if there is only a glimmer of opportunity, you have to try to grasp it. There are still about three hours to go before the inexplicable crossing, the Beijing-Tianjin intercity train takes half an hour, and the subway from Beijing South Railway Station to Lama Temple takes about half an hour...... I still have a chance!

Thinking of this, Zhang Lu quickly got up, turned his head and asked the uncle who sold the newspaper: "Excuse me, how to get to the high-speed rail station?

The old man looked at him as if he was looking at a nervous disorder, but he still pointed enthusiastically: "Turn right onto Huangwei Road, follow the road all the way to the southeast, and then connect with Jinwei Road - it's not very far." Or wait for the 324 bus over there, get off and cross the Italian style street, although it goes around a little, but the speed is the fastest......"

Without waiting for the old man to finish speaking, Zhang Lu immediately spread his feet, jumped out in the northeast direction, and then turned a corner and got onto Huangwei Road - he didn't have time to wait for the bus, although the spell could not be cast, he was still very confident in his physical fitness. Because you see, just now the whole face was slapped on the window glass of someone's car, and it didn't hurt at all, even the protrusion of the face, the nose, was not damaged at all, and I was no longer an ordinary earthling.

About a few kilometers away, Zhang Lu galloped like a lightning speed, carrying a phantom, and it took about less than ten minutes to reach his destination - it was very likely to break the world record. Theoretically, I should be able to catch the intercity train at 7:15, but when I arrived at the station, Zhang Lu suddenly hit a spirit, and then he came to his senses - Damn, how should I get on the train?

He is now empty, except for his physical body, there is only a set of modern people's clothes left, not to mention RMB, and he doesn't even have an ID card, how can he buy a ticket and get on the bus?!

After being stunned for a while, Zhang Lu gritted his teeth: I'll try to break through! So he found the opportunity, squeezed into the queue with a "whoosh", and then clinged to the back of the person in front of him, and waited to drill into the station. Although his current physical strength is very comparable, he is still theoretically in the category of ordinary earthlings, and he does not have any unique skills, so under the vigilant gaze of many loyal railway staff, as well as the illumination of countless surveillance in all directions, this extremely arrogant criminal quickly fell into the legal net......

Zhang Lu was sandwiched between two policemen, one left and one right, theoretically he was fully capable of knocking them down, and he was not afraid of the other party pulling out a gun and shooting - if they really had a gun - but Zhang Lu returned to the earth, and once again regained the instinct of a social person, as well as the long-abandoned moral bottom line, this attack on the police...... He really can't do it!

If he can really get over the hurdle in his heart, the ID card is not easy to get, but with his current physical strength and agility, it is not difficult to steal a few hundred yuan......

Repeated pleas, plus pleading, that my wallet was stolen, and there was really nothing I could ...... A slightly older policeman sneered at him: "Okay, I'm soft-hearted, so I should believe your words, you can call me to the hospital, report your father's name, I've asked if I'm really critically ill, and I'll help you find a way when the time comes." How?"

Zhang Lu felt that he might be in the same state as when he first arrived in the Tianyuan World, relying on the only remaining illusion ability, supplemented by facial expression infection and language hints, he could dispel the hostility of ordinary people to a certain extent, otherwise the police would not be so easy to speak. But that's all, it's pure delusion to want the police to let themselves go directly, or even send them to the station and get on the bus.

But where could he report any phone calls, so he had to take advantage of the slight distraction of the police, and directly pulled out, and returned to the pocket earth world - the projection earth certainly needs to find a fixed entrance, and it is much easier to directly retrieve the projection, and there is no need to return to the vicinity of the "Tianjin Art School" first.

Of course, the place where he reappeared in the Pocket Earth World was still in front of Shigong Mountain. Yuan Gong watched dumbfounded, a certain "immortal" general entered the ground in a single column, and then in a moment, he resurfaced from the ground. He couldn't help but ask, "Who is the one that the Immortals are seeking?"

Zhang Lu glanced at him and didn't speak, but once again turned his body into the earth again. I ran over to look at the newspaper in the newsstand, which was still marked "Wednesday, January 13, 2016". Looking up at the uncle who sold the newspaper, it could be seen from the other party's eyes that the two were clearly meeting for the first time......

"What time is it?"

"Six:10...... What are you doing, doing your morning exercises?"

Sure enough, as I expected! Zhang Lu couldn't help but be overjoyed. It seems that the Pocket Earth World is connected to a fixed place and time point on the earth, and this place and time point may be specially set for Wei Wencheng. As for Wei Wencheng's crossing, he was a few hours ahead of himself, but it was the fourth-generation Pocket Earth World that fell, which was indeed strange, but Zhang Lu didn't feel much surprised. Because he had already asked clearly, according to the time of the earth, Wei Qiang's crossing was four months earlier than himself, and the Sanwu monk was nearly a year late......