The night slowly spread.

It won't take long to see this sea of ​​sand be swallowed up by pure black. On the gentle slope, the protective cover covered with witch patterns looks like a large piece of crystal, flashing a glimmer of light in the dark twilight.

At this time, the entire arrest team members were in a state of brief aphasia. Even Cheng Ziwei and Yu Nianbai looked at Hao Jie in a daze with disbelief.

The massive amount of information revealed by the other party's words was like cluster bombs, blowing everyone's views.

It is true that the world this group is indeed far wider and more bizarre than ordinary people, but even so, it does not mean that they will be calm and composed in the face of all abnormalities.

Our world...your world...amorphous...the tumor of the universe...projection...destruction...

These phrases are easy to understand by looking at alone, but when they appear in that not-so-long story, the meaning they represent is far beyond their own.

Could it be that Hao Jie is really a different person from a parallel world?

If this guess is correct, his wife Deng Wanfang should be too.

After all, Hao Jie said a lot about his wife, and it can be heard that the couple came from the same place.

So, what about the dead Hao Xinqing?

If Hao Xinqing was also a visitor to the parallel world, why would she die? Did she really die from suicide?

In addition, there is the most important point: what does the nine missing cases mean?

These questions were boiling in everyone's hearts, and Su Yukun even stared at the top of his eyes. His whole face was deformed due to shock, and his breathing was as heavy as a cattle pant, looking like a firecracker that exploded at a glance.

Fortunately, Su Yugang knew his elder brother very well and promptly let Zhong Lijiao enter the force suppression mode. Su Yukun's explosive power was not a waste at all.

After struggling in vain for a few moments, Su Yukun rolled his eyes and became honest. Only then did Zhong Lijiao let go of his arm that was strangled around his neck.

Time seems to be stretched for a very long time.

Cheng Ziwei felt the night setting, it was like a tiny ink surging on the sea of ​​sand. The twilight was like water, and the ink slowly dispersed in the water.

She was in a daze, as if she had entered the crack of time and space again, witnessing the transformation of heaven, earth, time and space.

Close her eyes gently, and she took a deep breath.

It was completely dark, the desert cooled very quickly, and the air became cold, which made her wake up a little.

She opened her eyes and looked at Hao Jie not far away, and saw that the lights had already lit up beside the other party.

Only then did Cheng Ziwei notice that there was an old-fashioned oil lamp next to Hao Jie. Because of his sitting posture, the lamp was in the blind spot of Cheng Ziwei's vision, and she didn't see it until now.

Looking at Hao Jie's face that faded under the lights, Cheng Zi said softly: "Can you please tell me in detail about the world you are in?"

Hao Jie sneered, as if he thought this problem was ridiculous:

"What's there to say about this? Didn't I say it before? We are your projection, and we basically have all of you. Five thousand years of Chinese civilization, industrialization, post-industrial era, E-generation, home culture, etc."

He turned his head to look at Cheng Ziwei, and then glanced at the silent team members behind her. The face that was green in the protective cover seemed particularly strange at this moment:

"I've already made it clear. Haven't you understood my origin yet? I think you are quite capable. You can even do such a game that violates physical rules."

He took the jaw and pointed the protective cover, with a sarcastic expression: "I have wanted to ask since just now, what is this? Your latest high-tech development?"

"This is witchcraft." After a brief silence, Su Yugang answered.

Compared to Hao Jie's light frizz, his expression was very serious: "Our witches are not the same as those of Western witches. They are a unique technique in our China."

"Witchcraft?" Hao Jie seemed to be surprised.

He opened his mouth and looked at Su Yugang in surprise, as if he was distinguishing the authenticity of this answer. His haggard face also showed some vitality, no longer like a dead person like he had just now.

However, this expression quickly disappeared from Hao Jie's face. He said "Oh" long and nodded: "That's it."

After speaking, he turned to look at the sky to the west, and his expression became silent again.

Cheng Ziwei looked at Su Yugang quickly, and both of them saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Hao Jie doesn't know this?

Although Senior Jin also said before, Hao Jie is likely to be an ordinary person.

However, ordinary people who can travel through parallel time and space are no longer ordinary people in the pure sense. We should always know a little about extraordinary people.

"May I ask, do you have things like witchcraft in your world?" Cheng Ziwei asked Hao Jie.

"Maybe there is. I don't know." Hao Jie obviously lost interest in this topic and spoke very perfunctorily.

"Then how did you come here?" Cheng Ziwei was a little confused.

Opening the space-time channel requires special forces. If these forces are not used, the technology there has been developed to the point where it can create a space-time shuttle?

When Hao Jie heard this, he sneered again: "I think you should change your questions, such as asking me why I came here."

He held his knees and looked ahead without looking back, where the first star of tonight was lit.

Cheng Ziwei followed his advice: "Okay, then please tell me why you ran to the desert uninhabited land. We are indeed very curious about this."

This unattacked gentle voice obviously eliminated some of Hao Jie's hostility. The evidence is that since Cheng Ziwei talked to him, his expression and attitude have become calmer.

"The unmanned land here is also an unmanned land in our place, and it is completely in line with the same direction, but our unmanned land is much larger than you. And in our place, this area is called the Realm of Death.

This kind of death refers not only to the desert where no grass grows, but to all deaths, whether it is organic living organisms or human creations, including time and space. Their common death constitutes the realm of death.”

He turned his head and looked at everyone, but his eyes were not looking at them, but looking at somewhere behind them.

"Do you know why that area dies?" he asked, his voice very light, as if he was whispering: "Because, you are killing it."

He said slowly, word by word: "Our world is being killed by your world."

Silence fell with the night, and his voice was swallowed by the vast sea of ​​sand.
Chapter completed!