I worked as a volunteer pilot in Nata for a long time. Although the bounty cannot be compared with the rich people like Alsa, Long Yun also has a lot of spare money.

Now that people are in a foreign country and are carrying secret tasks, the assets in the identity of "Long Yun" are naturally useless, and "Zhang Desheng" is originally a shadow identity. Maybe one day the things under his name will be written off. Of course, Long Yun would not deliberately save it. He swiped the card in the hotel lobby very casually, refused the waiter's kindness, put his luggage in the room, and then went to have a buffet lunch with ease.

Staying in Tashkent in winter, he appears as a virtual identity. Logically speaking, you should stay in the hotel and not go anywhere until tomorrow afternoon. You will take a flight to Beijing.

However, for Long Yun, he had just left Iraq, breathing the air without a trace of smoke. Anyway, it was useless to be anxious now. He took a nap in the hotel room in the afternoon. That afternoon, he carried a travel bag and wandered around the huge city like those tourists hiking alone.

After fighting for so long, I am about to return to China, so it is time to change my mood.

When I arrived in Tashkent in the middle of the night yesterday, I felt very cold. Now walking on the bustling urban avenue, snowflakes have already floated in the sky. Longyun really felt the local winter climate in Uzbek. In fact, it is different from the Middle East or the inland Central Asia. The winter here is cold and moist, while the summer is both dry and hot.

Long Yun was already accustomed to this kind of action, but he still thought of his lovers in the distance. How great would it be if the two could visit here together? Because the computer was not connected to the Internet. He bought a map at the newspaper booth on the side of the road. As usual, he took a taxi to shuttle through the dense traffic during the day. After visiting the National History Museum, he took a trip to the famous earthquake monument in Tashkent.

In this disaster-prone world, earthquakes are probably the most common vicious destructive force.

In the early morning of April 26, 1966, this moment was very common for most people in the world. However, the residents of Tashkent City encountered an earthquake of at least magnitude 8 in their sleep. In that era, the entire city was basically mostly low-rise buildings, and the casualties caused by the city almost turned into rubble were still very shocking.

After the earthquake, the Soviet Union quickly assembled elite troops and used the power of more than a dozen franchised republics to take charge of the whole country. Each franchised republic was responsible for a main street and buildings on both sides, and quickly rebuilt the largest city in Central Asia.

This kind of action to fully utilize the advantages of the planned economy, or the national system, has to be said to be very desirable.

Standing in the earthquake monument park where winter snow danced, Long Yun looked at the main sculpture of the dark monument covered with white layer, and two or three young couples standing beside large stones to take photos. The white wedding dress and heavy background are decorated with light snowflakes. The huge monument park is very quiet. The scene in front of him made him stop and wait and see for a long time, and a faint feeling arises from his heart.

Thinking about how fragile life is, the instant of death or life intertwining, he, a pilot who fought fiercely in the sky, naturally had a deep understanding. However, for everyone in this world, it is also a final destiny that cannot be escaped.

After feeling the hardships and tenacity of the journey of life, he left the park silently. A gust of wind blew away the snowflakes in the sky, and the afternoon sun shone on his body, and the warmth made Long Yun feel a little relieved. He sat in the taxi and asked the driver to take him around, and in the meantime he rushed around the "Timur Museum" and obviously had no idea of ​​paying attention to the lame tyrant. Then he went to the famous sightseeing TV tower in the city and had a dinner in the viewing restaurant reflected by the glorious sunset.

Sitting in the slowly rotating viewing restaurant, seeing the orange halo of snow mist slowly disappearing in sight, Long Yun held a porcelain cup in his hand and sipped a little warm coffee. He found that he really enjoyed this short leisure time; even if there was no lover by his side, it was a rare leisure and relaxation compared to the labor of recent times.

Sitting alone at the table, overlooking a large city through the ground-based double glass, he remembered the journey to the "Rome" base in a parallel world. If he remembered correctly, that mysterious land was only a thousand kilometers away from the city he was in.

Oh, there is something wrong with this statement, after all, it should be in a parallel world.

The disc-shaped viewing restaurant rotates slowly, and the place where it sits is just northwest. At this snowy dusk, looking out from a distance through a gray and white vastness, Long Yun's reason is telling himself that the so-called "dead city" is just a scene in a parallel world after all, and such a place should not exist in the real world.

However……

Even though he thought about this, the young man who raised his glass to sip, his eyes were always through the fog, looking into the distant place that was beyond reach, and there was a faint subconscious uneasiness in his heart.

As a temporary passerby in Tashkent City, it is impossible to change the course and go to the hinterland of Central Asia to investigate whether there is any abnormality in the area around Baikonur in the real world. Taking the elevator to the bottom of the TV tower, Long Yun's uneasiness gradually faded.

Yes, even if he was not very relieved, he could not take some actions to verify the reality and reality. He had to decide for the time being that he would come to Central Asia again when he had time. Even if he wanted to make himself at ease, he would have to see with his own eyes what the mysterious land was like. With the experience of many previous "historical twists" experiences, Long Yun vaguely felt that there might be something wrong with it, but he could only barely imagine for a moment that if the "dead city" inexplicably appeared in the reality he was in, what would the situation in the whole world become.

Sitting in the taxi back to the hotel, Long Yun was still thinking about this question at first. To be honest, he couldn't think of it at all. Originally, there should be no "dead city". If such a secret base in the desert appeared out of thin air, what would happen to the corresponding world line?

A large-scale intensive base that has been built over the years is certainly impossible to be a castle in the air. The "Rome" in the parallel world began to be built because of the discovery of "energy media", which made him turn his thinking to another direction. Since the existence of the secret base is "energy media", once something like a "giant tree" appears in Central Asia, will the situation in the real world become similar to the parallel world?

The trajectory of the two worlds penetrated to this level, which made Long Yun very uncomfortable. One of his previous efforts was to avoid similar things, but he never found any exact solution.

The "giant tree" in the "dead city" is probably the most mysterious thing in that world, but I didn't find any clues...

The taxi was walking along the way and thought for a long time in the back seat. Long Yun finally decided to give up. He didn't want to fall into another brainstorm after just leaving the sky battlefield. When he returned to the hotel, the lights were already on in Tashkent. He asked the waiter and learned that there was still wireless network coverage here, he went back to his room to fiddle with the tablet computer. It took a lot of effort to solve the problem of surfing the Internet.

From leaving Sharkater Fort to now, I can finally connect to the Internet. Long Yun’s first idea is naturally to call his lover.

However, after clicking on the application, his finger hovered on the screen. After thinking about it, he still didn't continue.

He barely suppressed the idea of ​​talking to Su Xue. Of course, Long Yun did this not to surprise his lover. He felt that he was in Tashkent and did not know the specific situation in Hyderabad. The most important thing was that he was not sure whether the next journey would be smooth. It was easy to reveal flaws when calling at this time.

After closing the communication program, he opened his browser and checked the flight information from Tashkent to Beijing, China. He stared at the screen for a while before blinking in confusion.

Sure enough, there was no flight to Beijing on Sunday. Did you read it wrong before?

When Schalkatburg was inquiring about flight information, because time was rushed and his mind was not all about it, Long Yun was not sure to remember everything he saw. He could only shrug in front of the computer and throw this slightly abnormal little thing aside.

Through a confidential connection, he sent an email to the "organization" to report his whereabouts and his plans. Long Yun thought that this vacation time would be spent on the journey. If the "organization" had to report to himself after returning to Beijing, he would probably not have time to meet Su Xue, so he was a little cautious and did not say when he could return to the capital. In short, it would be best to return to China quietly and go to the New Year concert site.

It's a journey that is thousands of miles away, and as long as you return to Beijing, everything is easy to do. As for trivial matters such as tickets, he just needs to find Shangguan Ling to easily handle it.

After running outside for a whole day, the next arrangement has been confirmed, and Long Yun went to bed early to rest.

Outside the warm hotel room, snowflakes are still drifting in the cold night sky through a layer of glass windows; on such a peaceful night near New Year's Day, the young people sleeping in the guest room do not know yet, in the city under the same snowy night, there is a dark undercurrent gurgling.
Chapter completed!