Manual of Space-Time Interference

Digging pits is also a kind of knowledge, but also pay attention to science and technology!

Otherwise, if you dig and dig, you might bury yourself in it...

To be honest, Dialect has never dug such a deep hole in his life, especially when he looked up, he discovered a problem.

It seems that you can't get out by yourself?

The time in the lower right corner of the light screen has come to past 11 o'clock in the evening, and the sky above the head has also changed from a colorful haze to the night sky.

But this pothole was only dug for a distance of nearly 4 meters...

"Open the mask!"

Dialect said, took out a bottle of mineral water, twisted the bottle cap and took a few sips, sat on the ground, opened the compressed food and started eating.

"I can't do it, I can't do it..." He said while eating and sighed a few times. A layer of fine sweat beads had appeared on his forehead. Even though the inside of the armor had a constant temperature system, he still felt a dry heat and exhaustion. .

It's not a professional after all...

Dialect thought to himself that after he finished eating, he instructed Xiaojiao to close the mask again, looked at the top of the pit, and took out the cable gun from the side of the backpack.

"Hey!"

A thin rope shot towards the soil at the top of the pit, and then plunged into the soil. Dialect smiled and tugged on the thin rope, but was stunned to see the thin rope fall.

"Damn it, little girl, I can't get out!"

"…"

This is the first time, Xiaojiao didn't have any reply, it seems that there is no solution for this situation, but the dialect still vaguely felt a deep malice from Xiaojiao.

"Forget it, everything is up to you."

Dialect murmured, his eyes lit up when he saw the saber pinned to his leg, he took out the saber, took the shovel and saber, one in each hand, slammed into the soil wall with force, and climbed up.

"Little girl, look, didn't I come out?"

Dialect clapped his hands, cleaned the saber, and pinned it on his lap again, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The night sky above was full of stars, but the surroundings were still dead silent, only leaves and flowers and plants made a rustling sound under the caress of the wind.

"Open Navigation, Destination, Start Location, F42."

A route began to appear on the light screen. Dialect looked at it, made a Hache, and walked back slowly.

It was close to twelve o'clock, it was too late, and under the constant exercise, he already felt a little sleepy. At this time, wouldn't it be better to go back to sleep?

Anyway, there are still 2 days, isn't that enough time?

…

After waking up the next day, after dinner, Dialect went directly to the hole dug yesterday.

The newly born morning sun reflects on the surrounding mountains and forests, making people feel a special comfort...

However, when he walked to the pit and looked down, he realized how wonderful this world is.

Sometimes you dig a hole and you jump off yourself, but sometimes someone else jumps, but for this world, it's not people who jump, but zombies.

I didn't expect that I would also trap a zombie!

Dialect smiled and also became happy. Looking at the zombies below who were showing their teeth and claws, they kept jumping towards him. He raised the pistol in his hand, aimed at the head, and pulled the trigger.

"piu!"

A soft voice sounded, a small hole appeared on the forehead of the zombie, and then fell to the bottom of the pit.

Putting the gun away, Fang Yan looked at the corpse below, shook his head with a smile, then turned around, ready to tie a cable to the bottom of the pit to continue his digging career, but suddenly realized a problem and froze. in situ.

How do I get it out?

"Little girl, is this depth enough?" Dialect asked tentatively.

"3.78 meters, not enough!"

Xiaojiao's voice was as ruthless as always, and Dialect was stunned for a while, looking at the zombie corpse below, and sighed.

In the end, I still pit myself...

"Turn on the internal oxygen supply system."

Dialect's face straightened, he tied the cable to the nearest big tree, then climbed down along the rope, carried the zombie's body on his back, climbed up again, and threw it aside.

He didn't pay too much attention. After shutting down the internal oxygen supply system, although there was a faint stench, he still went down to the bottom of the pit, took out his military shovel and continued his digging career...

…

Time, walking slowly, the deeper the hole was dug, the more difficult it was to dig. It was not until about noon, when he saw that it had reached a depth of 5.5 meters, he stopped and climbed out again along the cable.

Without being too anxious to bury the bomb, Dialect opened the mask, felt the slightest coolness brought by the breeze, and took a deep breath.

After having a meal with compressed military rations and mineral water, he took back the rope. After checking that everything was correct, he carefully took out the suitcase-type nuclear bomb in his backpack.

When I was busy, I didn't feel it, until now I have it in my hand, and the dialect has a faint heart palpitation - I have lived for many days with this destructive thing on my back...

"Little girl, calculate the timing and set an escape route!"

"Timing time: 1 hour and 30 minutes, the escape route has been set!"

Listening to Xiao Gai's words, Dialect opened the side of the suitcase, revealing a combination lock. He calmed down and entered the three passwords in turn.

Looking at the timing setting that appeared last, his fingers suddenly began to tremble slightly. Dialect took a breath and slowly entered the timing.

For him at this moment, this is not fear, but a kind of excitement, an unknown excitement...

The indicator light started flashing red. Dialect threw the entire suitcase into the pothole, then glanced at the suitcase and saw the suitcase lying on the bottom. After the indicator light was still flashing, he released his feet and pressed The predetermined escape route keeps running wildly…

In an hour and a half, even though the road conditions in the mountains were complicated, the dialect still ran nearly 38 kilometers. It was not until he stood on the top of a hill that he stooped and gasped continuously.

"Little, little girl, is this distance enough?"

"A safe location has been reached, and the radio signal is well received!"

Dialect listened, his squatting body slowly straightened up, his breath slowly returned to a steady state, and he looked at the location where the nuclear bomb was dug in the distance.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0!"

There was no sound. At the moment when "0" blurted out, a dazzling white light covered the whole world. At this moment, it seemed that the brilliance of the sun was also a little weaker, and the world seemed to have only this ray of light left.

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the air, and at the same time, the trees in the distance began to tilt, and UUkanshu.com broke away from the ground, and a shock wave gradually spread from the position where the nuclear bomb exploded to the place where Dialect stood.

"Boom!"

The voice was long overdue. When the surrounding trees began to rustle, the voice slowly reached Dialect's ears.

"My goodness…"

Dialect murmured, looking at the growing mushroom cloud in the distance and the dust in the center of the explosion, suddenly felt his insignificance under this kind of power.

"The data has been collected, and the simulation calculation is in progress..."

Xiaoguai was still trying her best to calculate the location of the laboratory, but Dialect was stunned when she looked at the mushroom cloud in the distance.

"The data calculation is completed, the laboratory location has been determined, the data is being saved, and the data has been saved!"

The continuous voice finally awakened the dialect, he swallowed, turned his head, and walked towards the bottom of the hill.

"Little girl, is this our ultimate weapon?"

"currently!"

Listening to Xiao Gai's answer, Fang Yan shook his head, looked at the road ahead, and walked slowly.

The original sense of excitement was gradually replaced by a kind of heaviness, and the mushroom cloud behind him was still hovering in the sky, and then slowly dispersed...

"and many more!"

Dialect said suspiciously, his footsteps also stopped, a subtle vibration began to come from the ground beneath his feet, he turned around and walked up the hill again, looking into the distance.

Under the faint mushroom cloud, a red light bloomed on the top of Mount Fuji, and at the same time, the vibration under his feet became stronger and stronger. Dialect looked at it and turned around quickly.

"Calculate the escape route!"

"The escape route has been set!"

"Nima, that's not it, little girl, do you know that the volcano in the back blew up!"