At night, Ma Zhiyuan found a piece of land on the side of the road and lay down.

He was wrapped in a blanket of animal skin given by the bachelor.

The hair on the blanket was already piece by piece, and the dirt was indescribable.

But this doesn't matter to Ma Zhiyuan now.

After a while he fell asleep.

Maybe because of the physical exertion, he slept so much that he died, even in thunderstorms, he could sleep soundly.

Part of the reason for this is that he knows that he will not die, so he is completely unguarded.

Even because of the frequent fatal pain, he has a bit of a brain shield, and sometimes even if he hurts himself, as long as it is convenient, then follow the most convenient one.

Abbreviated as exchanging the body for convenience.

Unbeknownst to him in his sleep, a convoy passed by him and stopped beside him shortly after he fell asleep.

The convoy was large in number and was a caravan.

As soon as the convoy stopped, several people got out of the car.

"Mother, look! I'll just say there's a guy lying over there. ”

"Yes, how can there be someone here. Slightly, you go and see. ”

"Yes, ma'am."

"Madame, this man seems to be asleep. Maybe it's all the way on foot, and now I'm physically exhausted. ”

"It's a poor kid too, take it."

。。。。。。

Ma Zhiyuan didn't know what happened last night.

When he regained consciousness somewhat, he felt the ground tremble beneath him.

What's going on?

With a question, he quickly opened his eyes.

It's rare, it's not dazzling, like when I used to get up, I was either blinded by the sun or it was going to rain.

He felt that it was no longer enough to just open his eyes, and he got up with a brush.

I looked around.

He quickly recognized himself in the car.

I couldn't have been eaten while I was asleep and then teleported here, right? Then I'm too powerful, so I didn't wake up, saying that I was a pig, and I guess the pigs would admire me.

"Are you awake?"

It was a young man in the seat in front of him who spoke.

Ma Zhiyuan nodded solemnly.

Doesn't it look like a teleportation? Was it kind enough to give me a ride?

The young man took out his phone and pressed some buttons.

"How are you feeling right now?"

He asked.

What does it feel like? Could it be that I was subjected to some kind of human experiment?

If it weren't for seeing that this car was not a vehicle of a high-tech society, Ma Zhiyuan would have thought that he had returned to his previous life, and everything would have been a dream.

Wait, how did human experiments pop up in my head, and people just care about me?

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with it? ”

The man saw that Ma Zhiyuan didn't answer, but looked at himself and immediately asked.

Listening to the tone, it's very caring.

Ma Zhiyuan was helpless, so he could only express it with his body.

"Me? No? Will open your mouth? Sore throat? What? ”

The young man looked at Ma Zhiyuan's random sign language and was puzzled.

"He's not going to be dumb, is he?"

A middle-aged man sitting next to the young man said.

Ma Zhiyuan nodded.

"Are you mute?"

The young man was a little surprised.

"That.. Do you know how to write? ”

The young man asked uncertainly.

Looking at Ma Zhiyuan's appearance, he doesn't look like the kind of person who has gone to school, if he had gone to school, he probably wouldn't have fallen halfway through.

Ma Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the mobile phone in the young man's hand.

"You want my phone?"

The young man was puzzled.

"Give it to him, he probably wants to type it to you."

This middle-aged man really understands what Ma Zhiyuan means, does he have any experience?

"Really?"

Listening to the young man's tone, it seems that he doesn't believe it.

Still, the young man handed the phone over.

There were all their people around here, and Liang Ma Zhiyuan didn't dare to do anything.

Ma Zhiyuan took the mobile phone and typed skillfully.

"I can't speak, but I can write. My name is mute, what is your name, where is this, did you take me from the side of the road? ”

Ma Zhiyuan's typing speed was terrible, and he stunned the two of them.

"You're too good at typing, aren't you?"

The young man looked at the screen shown by Ma Zhiyuan and said.

Oh, I think back then, I could control the error rate within one percent of blind typing.

Because there was a smart input method at that time... and artificial intelligence, the ability to correct is first-class.