"Drip ——!"

The piercing and sharp sound exploded in his ears, waking Mu Qing up and making him turn over from his trance.

The eyes looked around blankly, everything was so familiar, everything was so kind.

In the distance, high-rise buildings are lined up one after another, stretching out far away, like a mountain range, majestic and incomparably at the same time, the compact room gives people a sense of oppression.

The bridge across the river lies above the surging river, with an old city being renovated on one side and a new city on the other, rooted in dreams.

This is.... It's back!?

He muttered to himself incredulously, barefoot, and got up from the road, but before he could take two steps, he collapsed to the ground.

The sky is reflected in the eyes, and in the orange halo, the sun rises from the horizon, which is the end of the city, and the glass-faced buildings reflect the busy morning of the day.

"Look for death, sleep on the road! Why don't you find a ** to? Brain** broken? **Thing, dog**, get out of here! ”

Mu Qing was still at a loss, and in the face of the driver's angry scolding, he forgot all about it.

Suddenly, the driver silently shrank his head into the car, his face darkened an octave, and he grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, not daring to squeak.

"Hello, please cooperate with our inquiry."

A tall, handsome traffic cop came over and pulled him to the area of the zebra crossing, where he was placed on the side of the road.

The traffic police notified his colleagues to maintain the traffic situation, but at this moment, Mu Qing stood up suddenly, and the traffic police broke out in a cold sweat.

The crowd of onlookers on the side of the road were eating melons, and they took out their mobile phones to photograph the man in a black costume robe, but barefoot.

"Performance art? Today's young people are so bold that they don't want to die. ”

"Huh? He appeared out of nowhere, right? I thought it was magic. ”

"The magic of the dog **, I saw him thrown from the car, and if it wasn't good, he was the prey of the Ga Waist Group."

There were too many discussions around, completely drowning Mu Qing, he gradually came back to his senses and looked at the traffic police with an eager face.

Then, he hugged it: "The sense of security of the relevant departments." ”

The traffic policeman opened his hands and even raised his arms high, he felt that he was in danger, and at the same time warned Mu Qing to pay attention to the rules of behavior.

Soon, Mu Qing took a deep breath, let go of the traffic police, and asked a question that made everyone's faces look strange: "Now, what year is it?" ”

"Is it performance art?" Some young people expressed their appreciation and praised this kid for being bold enough to even dare to do it with Uncle Traffic.

There are also old people who shook their heads and waved their hands, pointing to their heads as they spoke: "It can't be a mental hospital escape, right?" ”

The traffic cop sighed and said, "Monday, June 26, 2023." ”

Then, Mu Qing pinched the time, walked to the side and squatted down with a serious face, and his strange behavior made the traffic police helpless.

He waved his hand away from the melon-eating crowd, stepped forward and continued to ask: "Do you remember where your home is?" ”

Mu Qing didn't hear his voice and was immersed in his own world.

He looked at the blue sky, his gaze slowly moving with the white clouds.

"I've been over there for so many years, has it only been so much time here? Irrationality. ”

"Also, my face, what's the matter?"

The face reflected in the puddle was no different from before, and there was even an indescribable transcendent aura.

As his head swayed from side to side, the bundled high ponytail also slipped off his left shoulder, and Mu Qing almost ignored the traffic police, standing in the puddle and looking down on himself.

"Nothing has changed." He muttered to himself, his previous memory was still there, when he was in the bamboo house, he didn't wear shoes.

How did I get back?

At the beginning, I couldn't do anything I wanted, but now I came back for no reason?

"The Heavenly Inquisition?" Only they have the ability to do that.

But soon, he felt that it was impossible, and the inquisition court signed a contract with him, and it was impossible to send him back without special circumstances.

The traffic officer stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, full of anger, and continued to ask, "Do you remember where your home is?" ”

He thinks that this is the person who drinks the fragments, although he doesn't know how to suddenly appear on the road, but he can't be sloppy.

And judging by his face, this eccentric young man does not look like a child of an ordinary family.

Mu Qing finally saw him, and said a little dazedly: "On the outskirts of Hejin, the Institute of Time." ”

"Time Institute?" The traffic policeman wrote it down in a small notebook and then asked about the family.

After he stopped writing, he asked, "Do you remember the phone at home?" ”

"No, I don't have anyone in the house." Mu Qing shook his head very seriously.

Then, as if he thought of something, his eyes lit up: "I have a friend, I don't know if the phone can still get through." ”

After the traffic police got the call, a 'doodoo' sound came from the receiver.

With a click, a voice came from the other side: "Hello, who?" ”

It's still a familiar voice, it's a girl, and the voice is very young.

"Hello, this is the traffic sentry on Xiayang Road, your friend has just appeared on the road, please come over."

He looked at Mu Qing, and then told him about the situation on the other side.

When she learned that it was Mu Qing, the girl opposite was obviously silent for a few seconds, and then a voice came: "Okay, I'll go over." ”

Next, Mu Qing waited silently in the sentry.

During this period, someone else came over, and it was the time for the shift change, and another traffic policeman was very puzzled and asked if Mu Qing had a party?

"It's not a party, it's a hobby." Mu Qing smiled bitterly, and said in his heart, if the place over there is also a party, then this party is really terrible.

Half an hour later, a white Hyundai appeared outside the sentry box.

A young and beautiful girl hurriedly ran over with a precious bag, and when she saw that Mu Qing was fine, she quickly calmed down.

After a brief handover with the traffic police, Mu Qing followed Lan Luo into the car.

The low-key and introverted, high-end interior made Mu Qing smile and asked, "Changed the interior again?" ”

"If you have money, change it." Lan Luo looked cold, took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, shook out two cigarettes and handed them over: "Come on?" ”

"Don't you smoke?" Mu Qing was a little surprised.

"I've been smoking." Lan Luo frowned, casually threw the cigarette on the car platform, and lit it with a click.

As a puff of white smoke lingered in the car, the atmosphere became a little awkward and silent.

Finally, Mu Qing took the lead in speaking: "Nothing happened in the past ten minutes, right?" ”

He had communicated with traders, which was somewhat unusual and it stands to reason that he should not have come back.

To be honest, he is panicking now because this is off the rails and not going in the direction of the established plan.

"Ten minutes?" Lan Luo's face changed again, and under the urging of the traffic police, she started the car: "Big brother, you have disappeared for ten hours." ”

"What?" Mu Qing's mind exploded suddenly, ten minutes? Could it be that the time of the sentry box is broken, or is it the world..... Not the one I used to be!?