"Hey, wake up! Wake up! ”

Zhang Wen felt that someone slapped his cheek, and the force was quite heavy.

"Hurry up, wake up!"

The person who patted his cheek made a lot more effort, and Zhang Wen suddenly opened his eyes.

Trying to open his eyes, a big face in front of him was leaning over.

He hurriedly moved his head back, but there was a "bang" and a solid bang, and it turned out that there was a wall behind him.

"Hey, wake up?"

The person in front of him was smiling.

Zhang Wen bared his teeth in pain, and nodded in response, "Hiss, hmm".

Who knew that the other party's smile stretched suddenly: "Sleep when you are on duty, do you still want this month's money!" ”

"Awen, apologize to the captain!"

There was also a reminder in his ear, although Zhang Wen was still confused, he could also guess that the person in front of him had some origins, it should be his boss, and he apologized vaguely.

"Humph!"

The captain pointed: "Hurry up and open the door!" ”

Zhang Wen followed the direction of his finger and looked, it turned out to be a wooden door.

The one who spoke for himself just now was wearing a loose and ill-fitting military uniform, the same style as the captain.

But there are no epaulettes, and he is dressed in plain gray, with a five-pointed star on his big hat.

"I'm a jailer?"

Zhang Wen touched his waist with his hand, found a key, rubbed the back of his head, and turned around and walked to the door.

This lock style is very old, the key is poked in and gently twisted, and the lock "clicks" open.

Pushed open the door, there was an iron gate inside, and when the iron gate was opened again, it was a small courtyard.

There are several small cells inside.

Iron chains, iron cuffs, soldering irons, nail boards, leather whips, all available.

The cell where lynching was used was not a clean place.

After glancing at it, Zhang Wen turned his head, and heard the soldier who helped Zhang Wen break the siege just now said with a smile: "Captain, are you caught?" ”

"Just catch one and shoot it tomorrow." The captain stretched and said, "These horse bandits, each with red eyes, don't want to die, it's not that they have guns in their hands, they really can't scare them." ”

Zhang Wen looked behind him in the direction of the captain, it was a man with yellow face and thin muscles, the other party noticed Zhang Wen's gaze, stared back, Zhang Wen's heart trembled, the other party's eyes were fierce, and he definitely killed people.

The horse bandits were also tough, and they didn't say a word until they were put in prison.

After locking the cell door and sending off the captain and his party, Zhang Wen stood in his original position.

The soldier who helped Zhang Wen relieve the siege asked:

"Awen, what's going on today, I usually slept so lightly, why can't I wake up today?"

"It's okay, it's just that I'm a little dizzy, and I'm going to get sick."

"Today, the captain is happy to catch the horse bandit, if it is usual, I will definitely reward you with two leather boots." The soldier leaned against the wall, his tongue moistened his lips: "Wait for the shift change, do you want to drink tea?" ”

"Forget it, I need to go home and get some sleep, I'm dizzy." Zhang Wen refused.

The other party didn't force it, and said a few more words, leaning against the wall and starting to nap.

He is not the original "Awen", he doesn't know where his home is at all, and when he thinks about it carefully, he was still playing games at home a moment ago, took a nap, and hit here.

If you are not familiar with life, you seem to have become a big soldier.

Closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Zhang Wen was thinking about the next way out in his heart, there will definitely be no way out if he shows people the cell here, look at the equipment, unified Hanyang.

The horse bandit still had long braids.

It is estimated that it is the Republic of China period.

In the era of guns, chaos, and death, he turned out to be an ordinary person, inconspicuous in the crowd of the 21st century, even if he returned to the Republic of China period, he did not have the ability to attract people's attention.

Like those traversers, as soon as he turned over and became the boss and young master, he didn't have to think about the warlord or something, how big his feet were and how big his shoes he was, he didn't have that ability.

Just as he was thinking about it, a picture appeared in front of him.

"Check-in?"

The first page is the check-in, which shows seven grids.

Zhang Wen's mind moved, the first grid lit up, and at the same time, the things inside flew out.

When Chang~

The trouser pocket sank.

Zhang Wen stretched out his hand and touched it: "Silver dollar? ”

He closed his eyes again, and returned to the scene just now, but he couldn't sign in again.

Look carefully at each grid one by one.

In the first grid, there was a silver dollar that Zhang Wen had in his hand, ten yuan.

The second to sixth squares are all silver dollars, and the money is getting more and more.

When it got to the seventh slot, it turned into a pistol.

"Where to sign in, Yamen Cell?"

Zhang Wen glanced at it and found that he couldn't do more, but his thoughts changed: "Why do you look at it, it's so like a game?" ”

In order to tie up users, the game has become a default thing for everyone, and in retrospect, how many games are because they have to sign in every day and brush up activities, so Zhang Wen had to give up.

"Then it shouldn't be just such a thing."

As his mind turned, another picture appeared.

"Name: Zhang Wen"

"Realm: Mortal"

"Experience: 0/100"

Zhang Wen opened his eyes and made sure that his companion who was standing guard with him was still sleeping, and when the snoring gradually started, he closed his eyes again.

The panel turns again, and it comes to "skills".

This one is much cleaner.

There are only two skills in it.

"Marksmanship: First Look at the Path (4/100)"

"Identification: First Glimpse of the Doorway (0/100)"

After several temptations, in addition to these, there are pets, dungeons, maps... But it's all empty.

Zhang Wen opened his eyes: "I'm a mortal, is it possible that there are still immortals?" ”

He glanced at the rifle beside him, and his mind moved, identification.

"Hanyang Type 88 Rifle (Not Useful)"

Looking at the "Identification Technique" again, the proficiency has grown to (1/100).

"Every time I use it, I increase my proficiency, if I have this system and enough bullets, wouldn't I be able to become a gun god?"

Become a gun god in this troubled world, but you have a chance to live.

If you work hard, maybe you will be able to take history textbooks in the future, which will become one of the multiple choice questions for future generations.

"I don't know how many years."

Zhang Wen glanced at the snoring soldier beside him.

"Identification"

"Liu Er (mortal)"

As soon as the identification was successful, Liu Er opened his eyes suddenly: "Who!" Who! ”

"Liu Er, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Wen pretended not to know and asked.

"Just now I felt someone sprinkle cold water on my collar, and as soon as I was excited, I would!" Liu Er looked at Zhang Wen: "It's not you, right?" ”

Zhang Wen immediately shook his head: "I'm standing guard here, who has the heart to sprinkle your cold water?" ”

"It's also ha" Liu Er nodded: "I'll squint for a while, you have to call me when the captain comes!" ”

"Don't worry," Zhang Wen nodded.

When Liu Er closed his eyes again, Zhang Wencai breathed a sigh of relief:

"This identification technique is not reliable, does it have to be upgraded before it can be used?"

It can only be identified that Liu Er is a mortal, but compared with mortals and mortals, there are also strong men and dwarf dwarfs, and the most terrible thing is that it will surprise people.

You can't sneak around, that's a big drop is not good.

After about half an hour, the changing of the guard finally came, touched his gurgling belly, and Zhang Wen left the police team with Liu Er.

The two parted at the gate, and it was still bright outside, but he had to come to change shifts in the middle of the night.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the work of the police force could not be carried out.

But I had to wait, and I had to wait until the seventh day to get a pistol, and I didn't have a gun, and my heart was not steady.

Standing at the intersection, looking at the street with a strong atmosphere of the Republic of China, Zhang Wen could not calm down for a long time.

"Really! I've crossed over. ”

Touching the silver dollar in his pocket, Zhang Wen walked aimlessly, and the people along the road saw his dog skin as if they were hiding from the plague.

In front of him was a teahouse, and he touched his stomach and gurgled towards it.

He has the money, and he will sign in and return it to Ming'er, and today he has to sacrifice his five internal organs temple, which can be regarded as a celebration of his crossing.

Before he sat down, the shopkeeper of the teahouse came over: "Third brother, do you have something to say?" ”

Zhang Wen also guessed that the so-called "third brother" was estimated to be calling himself.

The shopkeeper wore a brand-new satin gown, without pleats, and had a large braid, but he covered the top of his head with a melon-skin hat, leaving only a large braid hanging behind him.

There is fat on the face, and there is a "knock" sound when you walk.

This is the period of the Republic of China, the number of people who starved to death is countless, the old people often say that fat is a blessing, in this era, it is a good life to be full, let alone eat to become a fat person.

You don't have to work, and there is enough oil and water, and the average family really can't raise a big fat man.

"Something to eat."

Seeing that the shopkeeper's face was difficult, Zhang Wen casually took out a silver dollar, according to his later understanding, a silver dollar can buy about 30 catties of rice and 10 catties of pork.

An ordinary job in a big city is about five to ten dollars a month.

In this place where Zhang Wen is located, judging by its prosperity, it is just a small town, and it is impossible to earn five yuan a month.

Besides, I was tired from work, I ate a lot, and I didn't have any money left in my hand after a month.

Seeing the money, the shopkeeper's face looked much better: "Wait a minute, please upstairs." ”

If you have money, you can do things, and after a while, the kung fu dishes will be served.

Beef sauce, white rice, a small scrambled egg.

The shopkeeper came again: "Third brother, with the rest of the money, I will see that it is just to make up for the wine money you owe last time." ”

Listening to what the shopkeeper said, Zhang Wen finally understood why the dishes were so "simple", and it turned out that he was still on credit before.

"Alright, got it."

Zhang Wen waved his hand, grabbed the bowl and started eating.

After eating a mouthful of oil, the dishes in front of me are also fine.

With a comfortable hiccup, Zhang Wen just walked out of the teahouse and saw an acquaintance.

None other than the "captain".

At this time, the captain was like a dogskin plaster, following a girl in a pink dress, and the flattery was so flattering that people were ashamed.

"Familiar! It's so familiar! ”

Zhang Wen didn't care about it before, but now he looks at how the captain's face looks familiar, and the girl.

"him so much"

Zhang Wen directly identified.

"Ah Wei (mortal)"

"Ren Tingting (mortal)"

"Captain Ah Wei! And any... Tingting! ”

Watching the captain Ah Wei touch the back of his neck, he turned his head left and right and shouted: "Who is it, who is it!" Zhang Wen hurriedly retreated to the teahouse, and waited for the two to leave him before coming out.

"It's a big deal."

Captain Ah Wei, next to him is Ren Tingting, which means that this world is not an ordinary Republic of China, but a spiritual world.

"Mr. Zombie!"