"Would you like to remain silent for the rest of your life?"

"You have desires!"

These days, these demonic low words in the dream kept lingering in Haibo's ears.

......

pain!

Tired and bitter!

Haibo's whole body twitched inexplicably, feeling like he was touching a leaky wire.

"It's still the dream? What's the situation?!"

After a little vibration, Haibo's consciousness finally got rid of the state of being blinded by gauze and gradually became clear.

In a psychedelic trance, he moved his body at a familiar rhythm and prepared to pick up the clothes he threw to the ground last night and put them on.

But strangely, he didn't catch anything by letting him fumble around the ground with his eyes closed!

"Strange! Did you drink too much last night? You don't know where to put your clothes. Oh, I would have paid more attention if I had known it, and I have to take care of my body."

Just as he was thinking about this, Haibo opened his eyes, which were blurred by myopia, and groped on a dark obsidian-like short table.

Fortunately, the metal glasses are still there.

When he put on his glasses in a somewhat awkward way, what caught his eye was not the bright and white personal room that had always been, but a dark place full of debris and spider webs, similar to the Western-style loft storage room.

In addition to the bed and black mechanical short tables, there are also a bunch of silver and bronze mechanical parts interwoven with silver and bronze, which seem to be assembled into differential machines that were not mass-produced in the 19th century.

In addition, a half-copper round fireplace covered with black dirt and looks almost scrapped in the small and choking space.

The unburned charcoal inside was radiating ghostly sparks.

"This is not my home! Where is it?"

Haibo shook his head vigorously, trying to break free from the illusion left by the dream.

He vaguely supported his "swaying" body, approaching the dusty turbid glass window, opened the edge a little, wanted to breathe, soothe the mood, and look outward.

The environment outside the window is mainly dark tones, like a cloudy day. Looking up from a distance, a black "velvet curtain" with a little gap exposed to cover the entire sky.

The noise of the machinery was harsh in the early morning, and a silver-white "big guy" long-armed machine was slowly starting in the distance.

Not far from before him was a garbage dump filled with industrial waste and civilian rot.

From a long distance, Haibo could smell an unbearable sour smell.

The place was filled with dirty liquid and rotten food residues, as if no one was cleaning it often.

Staring at the fantasy, weird, and dim scenes, Haibo unconsciously pinched his throat, trying to relieve his nervousness.

Although I am not sure if I will encounter danger, the place I am now is so weird!

The dim loft room, the roaring mechanical sound, the semi-copper fireplace that is about to be scrapped, and, and yourself?

Calm down, be sure to be calm. It shouldn’t be someone who wants to murder me, be calm!

Haibo gasped heavily, trying to suppress the itching sensation in his throat and try not to make any noise.

In this strange place, the first thing is that it cannot attract others' attention. It was mentioned in the "Safety Code" written by someone:

When you encounter danger of suddenly entering a strange environment, keep calm, do not act abnormally to attract attention from others, and try to explore more useful information, information is a necessary condition for your survival.

"The first problem to be solved is..." Haibo suddenly felt a burst of pain coming from his brain, as if he was pried open and stirred by a metal object.

The next second, he blurted out unconsciously:

"who I am?"

Just as his mind was moving at a rapid pace and he wanted to find an answer, a fragment of memory that did not belong to him gradually emerged in his mind.

He subconsciously looked at his silver-white guard uniform, which was stained with some chemical agents, and skipped the iron "Longsword Hammer" medal on his chest with his right hand, and took out a card similar to identity certificate from his shirt pocket.

It is square, made of hard cardboard, and the surface is covered with some rubbed ink.

The letters on it are printed one by one by one by a mechanical manual typewriter.

Haibo has never learned the strange Latin-like texts that are combined, but the remaining fragments of memory make his reading unimpeded!

"Shine-Nether Empire?" Haibo murmured:

"Right Sogra. Released in 522 of the New Yuan calendar, made in the Sunnese Empire."

This is Sogra, the holy city of the Sunnese Empire in 527, the New Yuan calendar! A city built in wasteland!

In order to isolate the "unintentional people" similar to zombies and the "lost people" who evolved and mutated, the great humans built this huge shelter close to half of the small European country.

"So, am I Wright Sogra?" Haibo guessed in surprise.

Suddenly he remembered something, and he rushed to the gray iron mirror next to him.

After wiping with turbid storage water stained with off-white substances in the basin, he finally saw the "self" in the mirror.

Black hair, black eyes, melon-shaped face, very thin.

This seems to be no longer called weight loss, it can be described as witheredness. It is like a worker who has been staying up late for more than half a year, his eyes are covered with bloodshot and has no vitality that belongs to humans.

But one thing is certain is that the person in front of you is definitely not me, he has traveled through time by himself!

And replaced this man named Wright Socra!

It was a little unacceptable for a moment. Haibo stumbled back to the messy and yellow bed, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, and wanted to search as much information as possible for Wright Socra through meditation.

However, it seems that there is a certain force that limits his thinking. Once he tries to actively touch information other than identity and language, Haibo's brain will feel a tingling pain and will not be able to concentrate.

Fortunately, after a moment, Haibo felt like his brain was being passed by an electric current, and it seemed that he remembered something.

In a trance, he stumbled toward the dark mechanical short table that was divided into three layers of upper, middle and lower, and was looking for it anxiously.

"That's right, it's it!" Haibo said in a relaxed tone.

Guided by memory fragments, he accurately grabbed a pistol swaying on the messy desktop piled with notebooks, pens, rags and iron cans and other daily necessities.

Thirty cm in length, old silver-white pistol carved with double-headed eagle patterns on the surface.

This seems to be the "Mad Bear" pistol produced by a factory in Socra City?

Also, a note pressed down on the bottom, which has been rubbed many times and is covered with strange cracks?

"We will all fall into darkness, and no one will be redeemed. Except, the Red Demon Source..."

The text above made Haibo puzzled. Darkness? Redemption? And the text that seemed to have not been finished, is it the red magic source crystal or the magic source power?

"Demonic Source?" Haibo blurted out naturally, and the word seemed to be always on his lips.

From the remaining fragments of memory, he learned that this seemed to be the basic magical power of this world.

Having no other clue, Haibo had to look down at the inexplicably familiar "Mad Bear" pistol, which seemed to be a common thing for this man named Wright.

The surface of the pistol, especially the upper half, was covered with dirt, and seemed to have experienced many arduous battles and had no time to clean it.

He stared at the pistol and was almost lost until the heartache from his chest pulled him back to reality.

Immediately, he opened his collar and reached out to his chest, which was stained with blood marks. A round wound the size of a coin was suddenly present a few centimeters from his heart.

After looking closely, Haibo breathed a sigh of relief. Most of the wound had healed and was probably not in danger of life.

Although there shouldn't be any more blood, under his hard press, a slightly red and viscous liquid still touched the fingertips.

Fortunately, it wasn't a lot of blood!

Memory fragments remind Haibo again that if too much blood is stained in this wasteland city, they will be directly executed as a "unintentional person" without leaving any room for anything.

Looking at this "Mad Bear" pistol, Haibo felt a chill on his back. He was not sure about the cause of Wright's death. But one thing worth affirming is that because of the sudden death, he was able to travel through time to replace Wright's position.

If it was suicide, it would be okay, which means that the danger Wright encountered may be due to excessive mental stress and other problems such as self-results may not necessarily reach a fatal level. But if he killed him, the matter would be serious!

If you survive a disaster, you will have to finish it.

If the inference of the killing is true, the people who attacked Wright would not give up. Maybe it won't take long before I will have to endure another death for him.

Information! Information! Or information!

The first task to come to this unknown world is to obtain information. But the information in front of you has nothing valuable except basic information such as "where is this", "when is now", and "who am I".

Let's try it again to see if you can find something from Wright's remaining memory!

Haibo thought so seriously and calmed down.

The original owner of this body, Wright, may be in a working state, emitting a odor of gasoline and rot, but his clothes are pretty neat and clean.

The silver-white top, combined with tactical trousers made of similar materials, is quite a bit gray and black, with tactical trousers stained by the soil.

However, recalling his really scary and almost withered look in the mirror just now, Haibo smiled bitterly and chose to leave the table and walk to the side to tidy up his face.

"Sure enough, it looks much more comfortable."

After washing up thoroughly with the bottle of clean water stored in the worn mahogany cabinet, Haibo reexamined the iron mirror with a little black matter and cracks on the edges.

If this face is not so haggard, it must be quite good-looking. If it is put in your original world, it may be fascinating. However, in this strange place, I am afraid that this is not valued.

"Information, or information. If the information is missing, you should be attacked again in broad daylight. This pistol used to fight the enemy should be self-defense. If you collect information... If you meet someone who knows Wright, chat and chat first. If you encounter danger... you can only share your life with each other."
To be continued...