"I heard that the meteorite fell into a factory a few kilometers away from here, but only a few were injured. Now the military seems to have blocked the place. Do you think there is something there? Could it be an alien?" A young woman driving asked Wang Yao, who was in the co-pilot, with a joke.

Wang Yao dissipated in his eyes and replied casually: "If there are aliens, the town will be evacuated."

At this time, Wang Yao had entered the dream set up by 482. Looking at the surrounding environment, this is a small town with dim street lights on the roadside, with American two-story houses on both sides, and the road is empty.

Time points to 20:28 points.

The point is that Wang Yao has memories and fifteen times the physical fitness.

So what the hell is 482 doing... Wang Yao frowned. This is not consistent with the characteristics of 482. Or is it specially prepared for himself.

He recognized the white woman driving, one of the seven Level 10 personnel who were forced to wake up, Xifang Kong.

Not only her, but the other six were all Western Confucians, four whites and two blacks. There are men and women, and they are assigned by 482.

Judging from her expression, it is obvious that there is no real memory.

Wang Yao called Xiao Wu softly: "Xiao Wu."

Without a response, it seems that Xiao Wu cannot enter here.

"What?" asked the female migraine who drove the car.

"Stretch your body, it's nothing, pay attention to the road." Wang Yao answered casually.

The woman took out her cell phone and looked at it, brushed off her hair and placed it next to her. There was a busy voice across from her.

"It can't be done, but Marcus knows the party at nine o'clock. Don't worry about him."

"Maybe it was a meteorite." Wang Yao replied thoughtfully.

"Maybe." The woman chuckled and wanted to put her phone back in her bag.

Suddenly, a click came from my hand.

After a sudden brake, the woman suddenly moved forward and almost hit the steering wheel. Wang Yao remained motionless.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yao asked strangely, and saw the woman staring at her phone blankly, looking in shock. Her eyes moved down. She had a good screen of her phone, which was covered with cracks, as if she had fallen to the ground and broke.

"Maybe it was also done by meteorites." Wang Yao shrugged.

The white woman was so angry that he was so imaginative that he shook her head and put it back on her phone, and started the car again.

The two of them spoke for a while along the way to avoid exposing strange noises. Wang Yao only made limited clichés and got a few clues.

They were going to have a dinner at their friends' home three kilometers away. Including Wang Yao, there were eight people. They were impartial and just fit the number of people who came in the dream.

As for Wang Yao's identity at this moment, he hasn't gotten it out at all. Lovers? The dialogue is not like it.

After a few minutes.

The vehicle was parked in front of a Western-style two-story house. Someone came up to me, one of the seven level 10 personnel. Wang Yao found the rules and pretended to be enthusiastic: "Carl, long time no see."

This is a black young man wearing a sweater and looks very friendly.

"Yes, it's almost six months. Why did you come with Loren, where are the Marcus people?" said the black man enthusiastically

"Marcus is still working overtime, and the phone can't be reached, but I think he is coming." The answer was Loren, it seemed that her and Marcus's setting was lovers.

After chatting for a few more words. Carl greeted Wang Yao and the others: "Wang Yao, you are wearing very little, come in quickly, Benson and the others are anxious to wait."

Wang Yao shrugged and followed the two through the front yard toward the door. Wang Yao walked to the end and turned around and glanced at the surrounding environment.

The town covers a huge area per capita, so it is a little deserted. Falling leaves cover the ground and the autumn breeze is slightly cool.

The closest houses here are fifty meters away, and lights appear from the window. Vehicles are parked on both sides of the street covered with fallen leaves. The street lights are dim.

Dining, remote residence, meteorite.

There are too few clues. Wang Yao cannot effectively connect.

Wang Yao finally entered the door and closed the door with his backhand. He looked at the living room.

A long table occupies the center of the living room, and five people stand up from their seats and greet them warmly. It is filled with food. The long table and so many people are in the living room, which looks very crowded, but it is lively and lively.

"Hi Wang Yao."

"Long time no see Wang Yao."

Several people came to say hello, Wang Yaoyi called out the names of several people, and then got to the seat.

"Where is Marcus? Why didn't he come?" someone asked.

Luo Ren took off his coat and hung it on the hanger and replied: "He is working overtime and will soon..."

Dongdongdongdongdong-

A knock on the door sounded.

"He's here."

Marcus was welcomed into the door and had a reminiscence. Then the dinner began, and the seven people chatted enthusiastically.

Wang Yao just watched quietly. Before he understood this, Wang Yao did not plan to do something that was not in line with his identity.

Dongdongdongdongdong-

The knock on the door sounded again.

The voice stopped, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and Carl went to open the door.

There was no one outside, and Carl came back and said that it might be a childish naughty.

The chat continued. But the atmosphere became a little strange, and everyone felt a little uncomfortable by the knock on the door.

After more than ten minutes, changes occur.

Power outage.

The people who were chatting enthusiastically were startled and several women screamed.

"Calm down, it's just a power outage. I'll go check out the power box. Marcus, go to the drawer to get the candle and the glow stick." Carl fired up the lighter, and the flame swayed faintly.

Wang Yao noticed that it was not only here that was dark, but the street lights outside and the surrounding residential lights were dimmed, which was obviously not a problem with the electric box. However, he still sat in his original position and picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Marcus and others took out the candle fluorescent stick from the drawer, lit it and turned it on, and the living room was lit again. It was very dim.

"This is the most interesting dinner I have ever had." Someone said.

Dingdeng-

The sound of going downstairs sounded, and Carl went down the stairs and complained: "The electric box is normal. I saw that there were power outages around the second floor. It was not our reason."

Everyone couldn't help but wonder when they came to the window and opened the curtains and looked out. It was indeed pitch black. However, they saw that a family was on lights about 100 meters away from here.

"How come there is electricity?"

"Who knows, maybe they have a generator at home."

Someone suggested going over and taking a look, and got approval. The final decision was Carl and Marcus.

"Wang Yao, you... stay here to give the girls a sense of security."

"Wouldn't it be rude for us to do this?" Walton said, a baby-faced young man.

"What do you think?"

"Uh... I think we should write a visit note first. It will be strange to knock on the door at this time. We knock on the door first and then paste the visit note on the door, and then come back. Let's go later."

“Good idea.”

This move has the meaning of being extravagant. Since you are visiting, just go straight there, why do you have to do this extra. But no one said anything, and Wang Yao didn't say anything.

After getting approval, Carl went to get paper and pen and Marcus wrote.
Chapter completed!