"Main World? Is this what you call us?" Su Yugang, who had not spoken for a long time, asked.

Hao Jie nodded.

This strange time visitor from parallel space-time has always been unstable and is at the intersection of explosion and calm. Now, the calm side should have the upper hand.

"The Realm of Death was born a thousand years ago, and it has been expanding for a thousand years, and the rate of expansion is accelerating.

It was not until the end of the last century that our scientists had verified the reason for its creation.”

Hao Jie's empty eyes gradually turned around, staring at the people behind the protective cover, and his face, which was blown dry by the wind and sand, was almost sad:

"The Realm of Death is actually a contact point that produces two parallel worlds. With this contact point as the center, the main world begins to swallow or erode bit by bit.

In short, we are killing our world. And this is the origin of what you call the main world. Although we... are very unwilling to give up, the facts are there.

You are the main and indispensable ones, the protagonists of this universe and this time and space, and we are just a passerby armor that will be erased at any time."

He grinned, and the shield cast a faint green light, drawing outlines of varying depths on his face. He was like playing a ghost under the stage chasing light, and his voice was as light as if it was emitted from the underground:

"We people, the world we live in, are an optional supporting role. No matter how hard we struggle or do our best, we cannot get rid of the fate covered by the protagonist's halo."

Hao Jie closed his eyes, as if something was flashing at the corners of his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, his expression became tiddy again, like a body that had lost its soul:

"The vast majority of people will particles and turn into piles of ashes when they enter the realm of death.

Even if you survive by chance and successfully penetrate the main world from the time and space crack, you will experience an erasing of information from the main world. If you can't stand it, it will also become a particle of time and space, dead completely, and not even a drop of flesh and blood can be left behind.

It is not easy to live up to these two levels, because we have traveled through time and space, we have no resistance to the turbulence of time and space. Once we encounter it, we will still die of particles."

Speaking of this, he looked down at his hands and said in a very low voice: "Wan Fang... that's how she left."

Cheng Ziwei breathed suffocated.

She suddenly thought of a possibility and her face turned pale.

However, before she could speak, Yu Nianbai's voice rang out:

"Since the mortality rate of time travel is so high, why do you still have to send people to us desperately? Just to let one or two lucky people change their destiny?"

Hao Jie's body shook violently, as if he was shot.

At that moment, the emotions he showed were so strong that the oil lamp beside him shook a few times, and his figure also disappeared, and his figure was like a ghost.

"Not like this." He murmured, his hands clenching nervously and loosening, and his hair was shaking from side to side, as if he wanted to make a denial: "Not like this, we want to...be..."

He closed his eyes in pain, his facial features twisted and ferocious, and his voice changed a little: "We are here to... ask for help."

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes like ghost fire, staring at the boundless night of the sea of ​​sand: "We are coming to ask for help from you, and ask for help from your highest... supreme leader."

He swallowed hard, but his voice was still very dry, and he nodded:

"Yes, we are here to ask for help. This is our mission. I... I wanted to find the relevant organizations on your side immediately, but Wanfang... Wanfang said... I want to see the main world.

Just postpone it for a month, first take a good look at the world and enjoy it for a month. She said that since she became sensible, she has been afraid... afraid of the destruction of the world, and the older she is, the more afraid she is.

She said that she had been desperate for so many years, and for the first time she didn't have to worry about being scared, and she didn't have to worry about not seeing the sun tomorrow after falling asleep. She wanted to... want to live happily for a month, I... I didn't want to agree, but I... I couldn't bear it."

His voice became more and more trembling, and he even choked up several times:

"You will never understand that kind of despair, that kind of despair as a shadow in the shadow, that kind of despair where you know you are alive, but you are just living, you... won't understand... won't understand..."

He said incoherently, intermittently, mixed with repentance, longing, happy memories and painful self-blame.

The month of happiness and happiness that Deng Wanfang requested was postponed again and again, a peaceful and peaceful life, a beautiful love, a happy family of three... Everything is enough to destroy the will of an ordinary person.

What's more, this ordinary person's nature is not so firm.

However, if Hao Jie was not so ordinary, but had outstanding intelligence and will, he would not be that lucky person.

This is a paradox.

People who surpass ordinary people carry enough information to be erased by the will of the universe; while ants who escaped the will of the universe cannot shoulder such a heavy mission.

An ordinary couple who want to spend the rest of their lives in peace meet because of fate, fall in love because of chance, and fall in love because of love.

So, they violated the promises they made in this world and made a choice to live a peaceful life.

In order not to arouse suspicion, the two of them even divided the original connection between Hao Jie and Deng Wanfang and the outside world. The family of three formed a paradise and lived in a remote but comfortable small town.

"Are the original Hao Jie, Deng Wanfang and Hao Xinqing in our world already dead?" Cheng Zi asked calmly.

Hao Jie's narrative did not touch her, and her focus was not on her.

Hao Jie nodded, and there was no emotion on his mute face:

"They are dead. They have particles transformed in the turbulence of space-time caused by wormholes, just like those of us who died in the time-travel experiment."

Even though they were mentally prepared, when they heard this answer, the people in the arrest team still changed slightly.

The conversation has so far, this is the most valuable information they have obtained related to the case.

Although not good news.

But at least, they knew the origin of those ashes.

From this moment on, these strange cases were not missing cases, but homicide cases.
Chapter completed!