Those black spots are extremely irregularly distributed, and Wang Mingyuan can't see the slightest clue.

But he could see some of the numbers.

The first line, 1980.3.27→2023.3.17, these are clearly two dates.

It's just the arrow in the middle that makes Wang Mingyuan a little baffled.

Does that mean that from 1980 to 2023? How is this possible?

After this idea popped up in his heart, Wang Mingyuan felt ridiculous.

If I remember correctly, the day he went back to his old mansion and entered the mountain was March 17th.

The second line of numbers, constantly beating, is obvious, it is a countdown, calculate the time, the end of the run should be ten days later, combined with the current approximate hour, the countdown should start at about twelve o'clock in the night.

As for the final number 135, Wang Mingyuan couldn't understand it at all.

He was a little dazed and sensed the small virtual screen in his mind, and thought about it for a long time, although he felt outrageous, he still thought that there was only one explanation that was the most reliable: he had returned to 1980 for some reason, and he would live here for ten days, and by March 27th, he would return to March 17th, 2023.

After all, even the appearance of such a virtual screen in my own mind has happened.

Well, you just need to determine the location and time of this place, and you should be able to draw conclusions.

After about half an hour, outside, there were footsteps and conversations, Wang Mingyuan leaned to the window again, and saw a group of four people walking towards the dirt road diagonally opposite the earthen house.

Except for the girl who followed the last girl who had seen it before, the other three were all new faces.

Soon, the four of them came to Wang Mingyuan's room.

"Open the door!" The bearded middle-aged man at the head said.

The girl immediately took the key out of the bag, unlocked the door, pushed it open, and stepped aside.

Wang Mingyuan was suddenly a little annoyed: Okay, it's clear that the medicine spoon is on you, but you don't open the door for Lao Tzu, so I have been here for so long......

Three big men immediately rushed in, six eyes looked Wang Mingyuan up and down, and a pair peeped at the door.

"What is your name, young man? Where are the people, where do they come from, and where are they going? The bearded man asked, feeling like he was interrogating a prisoner, and his eyes were wide open.

Wang Mingyuan was stared at a little nervously, and instinctively shrank back.

A series of questions made him a little dazed, and he just wanted to blurt out that he was from Mingcheng, but when he saw the other party's clothes and everything he had seen before, he quickly stopped.

There is not the slightest trace of the 21st century on these people.

He became more and more suspicious that this was Zhangjiaao in 1980, the Chenjiagou production team.

If that's the case, in addition to his name, he can't even say that he is from Mingcheng, otherwise, if he is asked, there will be more and more questions, and many things that he is not familiar with will have to be made up, but in that case, he will have to lie constantly.

A lie, often covered up with more lies, is a big problem.

If you say too much, you will lose, and that's the truth.

By the way, didn't I have a head injury?

Pretend to be stupid!

"My name is Wang Mingyuan, something else...... I can't seem to remember......" Wang Mingyuan put on a look of trying to remember, and finally shook his head and said.

"Think about it again, you accidentally met us when we were hunting in the mountains, when you had a lot of blood on your head and passed out, so deep in the mountains, there was no one in it, why did you run to that place."

The lean man next to the beard asked.

Wang Mingyuan pretended to think about it carefully, and after a while, he still shook his head: "I really don't remember." ”

I can't ask anything, the three of you, you look at me, I look at you, they all have a headache.

"Could it be that your head is really broken?" In the end, the middle-aged man who looked more amiable looked at Wang Mingyuan, turned his head to his beard and said, "I've heard people say that if you hurt your head, it's really possible to forget a lot of things, what is it called...... Amnesia, his head, the injury is not light. ”

"Captain, what do you say about this?"

When I was saving someone, I just thought about saving it, but now that I wake up, I can't remember anything, but it's not easy to deal with it.

"I'll go back and ask a few production teams around me."

The beard frowned and thought about it, and said to Wang Mingyuan: "You first recuperate here for two days, and then think about it carefully to see if you can think of something." ”

After speaking, he raised his feet and left, went out, and said to the girl standing at the door: "Han Xiaoling, you are responsible for taking care of him for the past two days, you don't have to go to work, and the work will be paid." ”

"Ah...... Good! The girl hesitated, but nodded in response.

When the three of them came out of the house, Wang Mingyuan also took the opportunity to follow out, and the ghost knows if he would be locked in the house again by this black girl.

When the three of them left, Wang Mingyuan vaguely heard some conversations between the three.

"Listen to the accent, it should be from Mingcheng, there were educated youths from Mingcheng on the spot before, and the one named Wang Baochang is exactly the same."

"The clothes are also from the city, but this thin skin and tender flesh is obviously not a countryman, and if you stay in this country for a month or two, your skin will not be so good."

"Last year, our educated youths here, especially those in the construction corps, immediately tried their best to return to the city, and we went to this educated youth point on the team, eight people, and only one girl was left."

"I estimate that this baby, nine times out of ten, is also a young man, I'm afraid he doesn't want to take a shortcut from the mountains to return to the city."

The three of them talked as they walked, and soon walked away the way they came, and could no longer hear what was said.

Wang Mingyuan looked back at Han Xiaoling, who was still looking at himself secretly, and when he saw Wang Mingyuan turn around, his head immediately turned to Han Xiaoling on the side, it turned out that he had made a special trip to Chenjiagou to call someone, and it took a long time to go back and forth for nearly thirty miles of mountain roads.

"Are you an educated youth here?"

"Hmm!"

"Where is this? That year, that month, that day? ”

"This is Zhangjiaao of the Chenjiagou production team, March 17, 80...... You don't even know if your head is really broken! ”

Han Xiaoling said, and involuntarily retreated farther to the side, looking vigilant. If your brain is broken, will you be a madman? I have to guard against it.

Wang Mingyuan didn't have the heart to understand her small actions, although he had given himself a preventive shot in advance from the information such as the production team, educated youth, and work points mentioned by several people, but when Han Xiaoling gave a positive answer, Wang Mingyuan's heart was still completely broken: "Damn, it's a real hammer, I really returned to Zhangjiaao in the 80s, how can I live?" ”

This is forty years ago, life is not as comfortable as forty years later, originally felt that the life of screwing in the factory was too hard and irritable, so I thought of escaping to the mountains to build a bee farm to start a business, work for myself, and live a leisurely life by the way, but I don't know, but I came to this more bitter era.

In this era, it is difficult to go anywhere, especially in such remote villages.

At this moment, Wang Mingyuan felt a sense of urgency in his stomach, looked around, but did not find the toilet in his memory, he hurriedly asked, "Where is the toilet?" ”