Yu Nianbai's voice broke the silence that enveloped everyone's heads.

Su Yukun took the lead and said, "I'll go" with two eyes staring like bull's eyes. Su Yukang was still the second fastest reaction among everyone, and then said:

"You were in a hurry to come to me just now. Apart from conveying the headquarters' orders, you probably just want to talk about this, right?"

Of course, what he asked was not Yu Nianbai.

Yu Nianbai didn't say anything, Cheng Ziwei smiled bitterly from the side, nodded:

"Yes, I was in a hurry to report this discovery, but it was too far away. I didn't have the strength to call you, so I had to get out of here... Uh, I walked over."

Su Yugang looked at her with a strange expression, and Zhong Lijiao next to her looked even more smiling. However, Cheng Ziwei seemed to have not seen it, and told everyone about the scene he saw when the earthquake came.

After she finished speaking, Su Yukun screamed strangely: "I'll go, is it true or false? Have you really seen the same desert as here? This... the parallel world is a real secret?"

These words expressed the thoughts of everyone present, and everyone looked at Cheng Ziwei together.

Cheng Ziwei pursed her lips and said, "I can't make a promise to say that they are exactly the same, and there is no way to prove that it is a parallel world.

After all, the desert is bare and has no references. It is almost the same as the naked eye. I can only say that from the perspective of the light at that time, the degree of the undulation of the sand sea and the general terrain, the similarity between the two is very high."

From the moment she woke up, she kept recalling the scenes at that time in her mind, and this was her conclusion.

The gentle slope fell into silence again.

Although each person looks different, the shock he received in his heart is obviously the same.

After a while, Su Yugang issued an order: "Xiao Cheng, go and chat with Hao Jie and delay the time."

If anyone in this group of people knows the laws of time and space best, it should be the children of the Cheng family, and Su Yugang made the decision based on this.

After saying that, he looked back.

Hao Jie was still sitting there withered.

The dusk is about to end, but the sky is not yet dark. His face is reflected in the last glimmer of sunset, quiet, lonely, and lonely, like a freeze-frame movie scene.

"Go and see if you can get some news." Su Yugang said to Cheng Ziwei again, and the witch patterns on the forehead gradually disappeared with the sound of the voice.

The curse and killing technique was only the last short chanting, and he didn't intend to stop there, but just made a pause.

At the same time, he also put his right hand into his trouser pocket and squeezed something tight.

This is their last way to save his life, and he will not use it unless he has to.

Cheng Ziwei staggered to the protective cover and sat down.

She and Hao Jie were less than ten meters apart, but they felt like they were two worlds.

"Mr. Hao, can you talk to you?" Cheng Ziwei spoke first, his voice very soft.

Hao Jie must have heard it.

His eyes moved as the sound of speaking.

However, whether he was too lazy to speak or unwilling to speak, he did not respond, but only looked at the end of the desert with an obsessive and sad expression.

The sun had completely set, and the sky to the west was bright with light green, like a wilderness burned by wildfires, dead and desolate.

Cheng Ziwei didn't say anything either.

The two sat quietly, their eyes fixed towards the afterglow in the distance.

If it weren't for the transparent shield intertwined with ice blue and emerald green that was too fantastic, they were like two hikers, who enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the evening lights of the desert after a day of journey.

After a while, Hao Jie spoke suddenly, and before he even laughed:

"Ha, do you know, we have a total of twelve groups of people, a dozen."

He turned his head and looked at Cheng Ziwei.

For some reason, there seemed to be a hint of hatred in his eyes, which made Cheng Ziwei's heart thrill.

However, before she could respond, Hao Jie looked away again.

"Anger is the most useless, and hatred is also." His voice became low, and the dreamy expression returned to his face:

"Wan Fang used to tell me like this, and I think she was right. She has been reading for so many years and has read a lot of books. She knows more than me."

Hao Jie lowered his head and looked at his hand quietly.

His hands were huddled in front of his chest, his palms clenched into fists, and his extreme force turned his fingers into blue-red, which was formed by the burst of capillaries.

"Please express your grief," Cheng Ziwei said in a soft voice.

Judging from Hao Jie's behavior, Cheng Ziwei can basically confirm that Deng Wanfang is dead.

Like the dusty ashes at the crime scene, they turned into ashes and scattered.

Thinking of this, Cheng Ziwei couldn't help but have a cold war.

The lives of dozens of people in the nine cases were silently turned into ashes.

At the beginning, people didn't even know that the so-called floating ash scattered on furniture and the ground were actually victims.

As soon as he thinks of these, Cheng Ziwei feels chill all over.

How did the victim die? Hao Jie and Deng Wanfang joined forces to kill him?

"We are lucky enough." Hao Jie spoke again, his mouth curled upwards, as if he was smiling.

However, the wrinkled facial features made the smile look more like crying:

"We have been happy for nineteen years. We have truly ‘lived’ for nineteen years. I never dared to think that there would be such a kind of life... although this is our stealing... no, it is our plunder... it is our plunder."

His voice trembled a little, and deep pain appeared in his deep eye sockets, but this pain was replaced by a madman in a moment:

"But our original life has long been plundered, right? From birth, we have been told that our world is a complete distortion, a tumor of the universe, a virus that is about to be swallowed by white blood cells. Our world is destined to be destroyed."

The tremor spread to Hao Jie's whole body, and Cheng Ziwei even heard the sound of his teeth fighting.

"We are like a projection of your world. Haha, haha, can you imagine that feeling?"

Hao Jie turned his head suddenly and stared at Cheng Ziwei tightly. His cracked mouth opened, and his expression was as sad as if he was about to die in the next second:

"Everyone in our place, from the earliest ancestors, lived in that projection. Everything is so real, and we are no different from you, but we have known from a thousand years ago that we are derivatives of derivatives."

He finally burst into laughter. The laughter was dry and sharp, scratching the eardrums like a steel knife.

After laughing for a while, he wiped the tears from his fist and gasped, "You must have never imagined how strange our world is, really. Our world is a monster, a monster."
Chapter completed!