Jiang Bei came this time to take advantage of the fact that the village had not been demolished and go to the melon field to twist a watermelon and go back.

He found out from other people that Wang Xigua was a member of Team 3866, and then he found the dormitories of the other people in Team 3866, and learned from them that Wang Xigua's mother lived in a dilapidated residential building on the outskirts of the Southern District.

The melons in the field will not ripen for several months, and the base does not plan to pick them for distribution or sale, anyone can come here and take a few away.

At this time, a lot of the melons in it have been wrung away, and although they are still raw, they can be eaten. Jiang Bei took a moment to find a slightly larger one among the remaining melons. He twisted the melon he had chosen, carried it and walked out of the village.

As he walked outside, he saw a wall pusher coming from a distance, and it seemed that the village was about to disappear.

Jiang Bei took his eyes off the wall-pushing machine and turned his head to look in the direction of the plane.

There is always a group of busy people shuttling under the huge plane, and Ebetsu finds some reason in it.

I saw that he was still holding the form in his hand, and he was staring at it closely, and the more he looked at it, the more gray his face became, as if he had suffered some setback.

What is it on that form that makes the expression so wonderful?

Jiang Bei walked over there while thinking about it, he saw that someone was asking him some questions next to him, why nodded and shook his head, stretched out his finger to gesture to the form in his hand, and his mouth was closed without knowing what he was talking about.

Ebetsu quickened his pace, and soon came to the vicinity of Ho So.

“…… We have to speed it up, and we can last two years at most," he heard as soon as he arrived.

Hearing this, Jiang Bei stopped.

What will last two years?

He knew why it was said that it was by no means that the fuel capacity of the aircraft could last for two years, there was no special fuel for the aircraft in the base, and if it really flew in the future, it could only consume the amount of fuel carried in the fuel tank, let alone fly for two years, and it could fly for 20 hours.

Since it's not an airplane, what can it last for two years?

Jiang Bei thought of something.

Could it be...... This base?

However, at present, there is no shortage of resources in the base, but the population is a little urgent.

And so far there has been no bad news.

At this time, the two of them in front of them found Jiang Bei behind them, and when they saw someone behind them, they hid the form in their hands slightly unnaturally, and greeted Jiang Bei with a smile.

"Brother Don't, why are you here, I heard that you are tired and dizzy after coming out of that return copy, so you need to rest and rest." When he was talking, he saw the watermelon in Jiang Bei's arms, "Oh, oh, come to pick watermelons, the watermelons in that field are not ripe and delicious, the watermelons in our base will be ripe in a few months, you can go to the material distribution office first and ask them to leave one for you." ”

Because watermelons are a scarce resource, they produce more than 100 a year, so if you want to buy them, you have to make an appointment in advance.

Now is not the time to talk about watermelons, Jiang Bei wants to know why the meaning of that sentence just now.

But looking at the other party's secretive demeanor, Jiang Bei knew that even if he asked, he would not answer truthfully.

He pretended not to hear anything, and planned to talk casually.

But just as Jiang Bei was thinking about what to say, a noisy sound suddenly came from not far behind him, and why did he in front of him also cast his eyes in the direction where the voice came from.

Jiang Bei followed the sound and turned his head to see a group of people gathering in a certain direction on the edge of the southern district.

There's a huge building in that direction.,From the outside, it looks like a supermarket from the last world.,There's no supermarket in that place just now.,There must be someone who cleared the dungeon.,So there's a new landscape here.。

Jiang Bei subconsciously went to find the customs clearance, and within a few seconds, he saw a few people lying on the ground outside the supermarket gate.

He saw a familiar figure among them.

Zhao Ziyang.

He came out alive.

Seeing this, Jiang Bei also walked in that direction with a watermelon in his arms.

But the farther he went, the more he realized that something was wrong with these people.

I saw that Zhao Ziyang and the others who came out of the copy all closed their eyes tightly, and someone next to them wanted to help them up, but they were all opened by waving their arms.

"Don't lie to me! It's definitely still a copy here, don't try to trick me into opening my eyes! He heard Zhao Ziyang shouting like this.

Jiang Bei estimated that they probably entered a copy that would die when they saw something, and there might be someone who was tricked into opening their eyes inside, so Zhao Ziyang and they would have this kind of behavior now.

"This is the base, not a copy, you have already come out, come and touch me, you see that I am still wearing the uniform of the military region." Someone was patiently persuaded by the side.

"I don't believe it, it's all fake!"

At this time, Jiang Bei had already come to these people, he squatted down and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Captain, I am Jiang Bei, you are really out of the copy now." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Ziyang was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly in a firm tone: "This is an illusion, don't open your eyes, these are all made up by ghosts to deceive us." ”

Get.

Seeing that this man couldn't pull back ten cows, everyone had to put them in the car first.

Zhao Ziyang and the others couldn't report to the integration department, so they drove directly to the hospital, probably to get the psychiatrist to persuade and persuade them.

Jiang Bei watched from a distance as the van carrying Zhao Ziyang and several people got farther and farther away, and finally disappeared from sight.

"Hope it's okay." He sent out his heartfelt blessings, and then went to the residence of Wang Watermelon's mother with watermelon in his arms.

It took him a long time to find the dilapidated neighborhood.

The community should also be the remnants of the copy, these buildings look strange and desolate from the outside, the windows on the corridors are basically broken, and they are pasted with plastic paper.

But the plastic paper can't withstand the winter wind and has long been blown through, and whenever the wind blows, the part of the plastic paper that is still stuck to the window will float in the wind, looking weird.

But when he entered the door, he found that the situation inside was completely different from the outside.

There is a lot of life in the corridor.

The crooked handwriting on the yellowed walls with colored crayons must have been written by a child, and it looked like it was some years old.

"Wei Bingbing's big villain", "You are the big villain", "Study hard, make progress every day"

Jiang Bei walked all the way up and saw the colorful handwriting left by many children.

Some of the rusty staircase handrails have been wiped clean, and there are still green plants in the corridors, which look like they have been carefully cared for.

He followed the stairs all the way up to the fourth floor.

Wang Watermelon's home is on the fourth floor.

There are two households on each floor, but Jiang Bei doesn't need to knock on the door to ask to know which side is Wang Watermelon's house.

On the wall next to the door on the left was a small watermelon drawn in colored crayons, which was a little short and small, smaller than the unripe melon in his hand.

This should have been painted by Wang Watermelon when he was a child, he must have been short and small at that time, and in the eyes of children, this watermelon on the wall must be very big.

It can be seen that he draws very carefully, and every stroke is very serious.

This is the watermelon he gave to his mother.

Jiang Bei stared at the painting for a while, then silently put the small watermelon in his hand under the faded painting, and turned to leave.