Zhou Zhen frowned, immediately took a few steps back, and glanced at the house, in the empty thatched house, the only thing that could be called a weapon was the brick that was used as a pillow on the ground!

So, Zhou Zhen immediately went over quickly, grabbed the "pillow", divided it by two, tore off the layer of straw pillow towel wrapped on it, and then held the rough brick and hid by the wall behind the door.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The violent banging on the door continued, and the door panel looked rudimentary, but it was never knocked open.

After a few minutes or so, the knock on the door grew weaker and weaker, and then slowly faded away.

The frost and snow-like moonlight flowed into the room along the cracks, spreading a cold and bright forging light on the ground, and they shimmered like silver, illuminating the thatched hut on all sides of the house even colder, like a dark and narrow cave, without the warmth of "home".

There was a deathly silence all around.

Zhou Zhen held his breath and condensed, maintained his original posture, stood by the wall and guarded, and did not relax the bricks in his hand at all.

It wasn't until ten minutes later, when there was still no movement outside the door, that he took a deep breath, re-entered the gap under the door, and looked out through the thickest hole.

Outside, as before, the moon was full of moonlight, and the mountains and rocks embedded in the mud ground were illuminated in clusters of silver, and nothing unusual could be seen.

Zhou Zhen finally put his mind at ease, he grabbed the brick, and then walked towards the window.

The windows follow the doors on two vertical walls, and from here you can see the view of the thatched hut on the other side.

Due to his height, Zhou Zhen threw the brick on the ground, stepped on it, stood on tiptoe on the edge of the window, and finally barely saw a little outside from the gap filled in the grass.

Call...... Call...... Call......

Under the vast moonlight, the cold wind was raging, and there were occasionally some subtle crisp sounds in the night, which were the sound of the destruction of plants and trees.

The wind penetrated through the window and penetrated the simple clothes on Zhou Zhen's body, constantly taking away the temperature on his body, making him shiver involuntarily.

Zhou Zhen didn't care about these for a while, and quickly looked out the window.

Outside the window, there was a small pond, about seven or eight square meters, with only some parts of the pond rippling in the night wind, and many areas covered with a thin layer of ice.

Near the edge of the pond, jagged rhizomes poke out of the water and solidify in the ice in a withered manner, which seems to be common aquatic plants such as aquatic plants, calluses, and reeds that have withered this season.

In a relatively low-lying area on the shore of the pond, a simple plank road leading to the center of the pond was built with stones, which looked like a place for washing clothes and vegetables.

Next to the pond, in addition to the thatched house where Zhou Zhen was, there were several houses.

These houses are all thatched houses, with blades of grass in adobe swaying in the wind, and some simple polished stone slabs and straw curtains on the roofs to prevent the thatch from being blown away by the wind to keep warm and rainy.

Thatched huts range in size to size, and some have ropes pulled on the outside of their homes and a few patched clothes hung from them.

The clothes were very few in color, most of them were the primary colors of homespun cloth. The few that have traces of dyeing are not bright at all, but the peculiar hoarse of plant dyes.

Obviously, this is a very backward village.

This is completely consistent with the information that Lu Xingkuan told him at that time.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen was about to withdraw his gaze, when suddenly a familiar voice came from his ears.

Knock knock!

He was startled, his pupils contracted suddenly, and when he subconsciously wanted to look back at the door, he suddenly realized that this voice was not coming from behind him!

Zhou Zhen froze and looked in the direction where the voice came from, which was another thatched house diagonally facing the window of his thatched house.

In the corner of the thatched hut was a gardenia, almost half as tall as a man, and there were no flowers, only the lush foliage that had not withered in winter, swaying in the night breeze.

Knock knock!

From Zhou Zhen's current perspective, he couldn't see the door of the thatched house, and could only hear the knock on the door just now, which continued to come from the direction of the door of the thatched house.

Zhou Zhen's muscles tensed, and he looked at the corner of the thatched house without blinking.

Soon, as in his previous experience, the knock on the door turned into a violent knock, boom! Boom! Boom!

The movement of the thin leather door panel bouncing in the door frame was like a stone smashing into a pond, centered on the small pond outside the window, and the loud sound of the door almost slamming was particularly loud in this area.

But every thatched hut seemed to be empty, and there was no reaction.

The loud banging of the door continued for a while, then weakened and faded away.

Zhou Zhen was highly concentrated, and looked at the corner of the thatched house.

Waited for a while, there was nothing there.

Just when Zhou Zhen suspected that the thing that knocked on the door might not have a form at all, or that the other party had already left here from another direction, a little wriggling shadow suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Zhou Zhen suddenly perked up and looked intently at the past.

He saw a very thin figure, staggering out of the corner.

The other party had his back to the moonlight and could not see his face.

It can only be inferred from the outline that it seems to be a child about his current age.

The child was ragged and barefoot, and the other person walked strangely, his hands outstretched, groping in the air in front of him, moving slowly as if he could not see.

In just a moment, the child left the place and walked to the next house.

Knock knock knock......

The knock on the door rang again.

As before, there was no response from the family.

From knocking to knocking, and then from knocking to knocking, the child finally turned away and walked towards the third house.

Zhou Zhen noticed that the child did not knock on the door from door to door, but selectively selected a few families in the thatched hut next to the pond.

But every house was silent.

I don't know if it's like Zhou Zhen, I don't dare to speak out; Or is there really no one?

Zhou Zhen thought in his heart, at this time, he saw the child come to the door of the house facing the window.

That family, that is, the house with a clothesline in front of the door and some clothes to dry.

The child walked to the door, knocking as usual, as he had done the previous times.

Then there's the knock on the door.

Finally, it turned into a feeble knock.

Just when Zhou Zhen thought that there would be no accident this time, a woman's suppressed sobs suddenly erupted in the house.

But for a moment, the sobs disappeared without a trace.

It seems that the person who made the sobbing sound was forcibly covered with his mouth.

The silence of the pond was once again deadly.

There was only the cold moonlight, spreading all over the ground.

The child who knocked on the door stopped abruptly when he heard the sob.

Immediately afterwards, the child seemed to have discovered something, and his body remained motionless in the posture facing the door of the house, but his head turned sharply to look at Zhou Zhen.

Zhou Zhen's scalp was numb, and before he could dodge, the child's face was completely exposed to the moonlight!

However, at this moment, before Zhou Zhen could see the other party's appearance clearly, the child seemed to burst a bubble, and the whole person quietly dissipated.

The place was empty, and the frosty moonlight was full of clear light, and there was not half a figure in sight.

Zhou Zhen was stunned, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, looked around again, and finally determined that the child-like figure had indeed disappeared and disappeared!

He immediately frowned, in order to prevent other changes in the future, he immediately lowered his body, the figure of the child just now, who is it? Or something else?

The "digital virus" has eroded to the other end of the space-time tunnel?

While thinking about it, Zhou Zhen suddenly felt a wave of weakness in his limbs, and then he noticed that he didn't know when, and he was already shocked into a cold sweat.

The cold wind blew, and it was cold all over.

His face changed slightly, in such a backward place, there are no antibiotics, no anti-inflammatory drugs, and this body is extremely young and weak, just a common cold may kill him!

So, Zhou Zhen immediately jumped off the brick, moved his hands and feet a little, recovered a little heat, and quickly climbed on the ground to sleep.

It may be that the body is too weak, too malnourished, and the house is too cold.

Zhou Zhen was obviously very tired and wanted to fall asleep, but every time he was about to fall asleep, he had inexplicable palpitations and woke up suddenly.

In the midst of the confusion, the knock on the door rang again.

Knock knock!

Zhou Zhen woke up suddenly, and there was no other movement in his ears except for the howling cold wind, as if what he had just heard was an illusion.

He frowned, and immediately picked up the brick on the side of the floor and looked towards the door.

As soon as his eyes looked at the location of the gate, Zhou Zhen's breathing suddenly suffocated!

The wooden door, which was originally closed, did not know when the door opened, and the cold wind blew in from outside the door without hindrance, blowing all over the ground.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see something beside him.

Zhou Zhen's muscles were tense to the extreme, and when he turned his head stiffly, he saw a familiar thin figure, who didn't know when he was standing at the head of his bed, with his back to the moonlight, his head down, looking at him quietly.

It's the kid knocking on the door under the moonlight!!

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Early morning.

Thin sunlight shines through the crevices and holes into the thatched huts.

Zhou Zhen's heart was beating wildly, and he sat up from the floor suddenly.

Looking at the room full of Tyndall effect in front of him, he took a deep breath and quickly reacted, it was a dream just now!

It was the first normal dream he had since waking up from the underground morgue.

However, it also says one thing...... He can't get through sleep right now, into that classroom, or that amusement park in Digital Rain!

Knock knock knock......

At this time, the knock on the door rang again.

Zhou Zhen's heart jumped, and he subconsciously grabbed the brick next to him.

The next moment, a boy's energetic voice came from outside the door: "Bo Yan, have you gotten up?" ”

Bo Xuan?

Is this his current name?

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen did not put down the bricks, but carefully got up from the ground and walked towards the door.

He came to the door, looked through the crack in the door, and saw that there was a winter mist outside, and in the fog stood a boy dressed in a dirty caftan brown linen dress.

The other party is about seven or eight years old, with thick eyebrows, single eyelids, collapsed nose bridge, thick lips, flat appearance, most of the hair is shaved, only a handful of hair is left on each side of the head, and the horns are tied with dim red ropes on both sides of the fontanelle, which is a typical ancient boy's dress, the so-called "horn" in the "male horn and female bondage".

The boy was rough-skinned, his cheeks were black and red, and he stood barefoot in the winter mud, taking a deep breath from time to time, and sucking back the two tubes of yellow and green snot that hung in the middle of the person, but it was not long before the two lines of snot slowly slid down again.

Suck ...... Suck ......

Just listening to the sound, it seems to be eating noodles in a big gulp, and when you look through the crack in the door, it looks very funny.

As the sun had not completely dispelled the fog in the early morning, and the temperature was exceptionally low, the boy was clearly cold and stamped his feet in the cold.

The other party knocked on the door and shouted, "Bo Yan, hurry up!" ”

"I said that I would play with the blind man today, quickly!"

The boy's pronunciation was a little strange, like some kind of dialect, and it was a whisper in his ears, but he didn't know why, but Zhou Zhen immediately understood what the other party meant.

After careful observation, Zhou Zhen knew in his heart that "Bo Qi" should be his current name, and the other party was his friend in this body.

He knew almost nothing about the situation here.

A friend of the original owner of the body can just give him some information.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen hid the brick behind him, and then tiptoed back to the ground to lay it, pretending to have just woken up, and shouted: "Come on, come on......"

As soon as the words came out, the body automatically changed to the same accent as the boy, which made Zhou Zhen secretly relieved.

Then he walked slowly back to the door and opened the door.

Call!

The cold wind outside the door immediately rushed in, and although Zhou Zhen had been prepared, he was still frozen.

He tightened his grip on the turn of his head behind him, and carefully observed the boy at the door.

As soon as the other party makes a move, he will immediately take action.

At this time, the boy at the door saw Zhou Zhen open the door, and immediately reached out to grab his arm, and said in a hurried voice: "You are too lazy!" ”

"Wake up so late!"

"Let's go!"

Zhou Zhen looked at each other, thinking quickly in his heart.

It's obviously winter, but although it's extremely cold and the pond is obviously frozen at night, it's not as cold as the snow and rivers in the north.

Regardless of the influence of the Xiaoice period and the warm period, under normal circumstances, it should be similar to the winter in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

This is not very different from the latitude of Tongfu City.

And the hairstyle of the total horn, since the pre-Qin period, even in the Republic of China, and even a hundred years ago in his memory, has existed. Although after the Republic of China, this type of hairstyle has been very rare, but throughout the feudal period, it was widely existed, and it was difficult to judge the specific age for a while.

Silently writing down these news, Zhou Zhen said quietly: "I was woken up by a knock on the door several times last night, and I didn't sleep well. ”

"Did you hear a knock at the door?"

The plot of this chapter comes from a real experience of the author when he was a child......

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