Wang Yao blinked.

Just like after a thousand years, the scenery around us suddenly changed. It is no longer a black and white world with ice and snow. Warmth surges all over the body. Compared with the cold sci-fi metal walls, the cold sci-fi metal walls have a bit of humanity.

Wang Yao, who was standing in the safe room, closed his eyes again, and Sam and others boarded the rescue helicopter and jumped into his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, everything disappeared, and it seemed like a dream.

Wang Yao let out a breath of turbid air, untied the sheet wrapped around his body, sat on the bed, and quietly waited for the medical team to come in. However, after a few minutes, there was no sound outside the door.

Wang Yao felt suspicious and walked to the door to put his handprint on it. After a few seconds, the metal door opened.

The purpose of entering is a long and narrow corridor with silver-white metal walls. At the end of the corridor is an elevator, and everything is still there, except for no one.

Wang Yao walked to the elevator and looked at some small particles scattered around the elevator, frowned slightly.

sand?

"Safe houses are equipped with positioning devices, and searching for lost safe houses is the top priority of each base. If one day, there will be no rescue in the safe house for several months."

"Then it must be the end of the world."

For no reason, he remembered what He Ying said to him when he first came to the base. Because it was very distinctive, Wang Yao recorded it.

Wang Yao turned on the watch and everything worked normally, but no one in the address book could connect.

He tried the radio again, and a string of messy signals drilled into his ears, which was unbearable.

bite--

The elevator door in front of me slowly opened, and a layer of fine sand was also scattered in the compartment.

Wang Yao remained silent and entered the elevator. The slight vibration, and the elevator began to rise and arrived at the exit after ten seconds.

The passage that appeared in front of Wang Yao was a passage. It was just now familiar and unfamiliar.

The yellow fine sand with a thickness of more than ten centimeters was spreading the ground, uneven. Wang Yao frowned slightly, stepped out and stepped on the sand. Continue to walk forward.

Outside the office, lounge, office, underground garden, and even laboratory. Wang Yao spent dozens of minutes to stroll around all the places, without any figure.

C7 area is still in operation, but everyone is gone. There is only sand everywhere. It is like... these sands have become by everyone.

He picked up a piece of pizza from the cafeteria that he might have kept for a long time. Wang Yao walked towards the exit while eating, with a calm expression.

One of the entrances and exits in area c7. Wang Yao turned on the controller switch and jumped onto the slowly rising airborne platform. The fine sand on the edge slid down, forming a circle of sand curtains.

Wang Yao chewed the food, looked up at the top of his head and slowly opened the gap.

A large group of black shadows vented from the gap and buried Wang Yao in an instant.

...

The round morning light is close to the desert edges, and the earth is dark and dark red. The rolling sand dunes under the rising sun are like a solidified sea.

The vast Gobi Desert is endless, with only a vague outline standing in the distance.

The newborn rising sun cannot bring any vitality to this place. The dead sand sea has no living creatures or other colors.

The breeze blows, driving the fine sand to roll, forming the only little vitality here.

At this moment, an inconspicuous small sand dune suddenly sank, revealing a deep pit. Countless quicksand slid down, trying to fill it.

Suddenly the sand stagnated, and a shocking wave of weather surged out of the deep pit, blasting the originally falling sand into the air.

A figure jumped out of the deep pit and landed heavily on the edge of the deep pit.

The scene in front of him just stunned Wang Yao, and then calmed down immediately because Wang Yao had already figured out where he was.

A hint of helplessness flashed through Wang Yao's eyes.

The ghost is 482.

It learned to be smart this time. It no longer used the plot to tie Wang Yao to the whole place, but instead expanded the world.

482 is like an indomitable child. After suffering a loss in Wang Yao's hands, he is entangled in trying to regain his face.

If you guess correctly, Wang Yao would be pulled into the dream by him remotely the moment he came back. At this time, his body in reality might have collapsed to the ground and received rescue from the medical team. If it weren't for discovering that Xiao Wu could not be summoned, Wang Yao would have been kept in the dark for a while.

He is not worried about the reality. With Xiaowu in it, it will explain clearly.

Thinking of this, Wang Yao turned around and wanted to return to the base. There was food, a lounge and power supply, and I don’t know how much better than above. But I found that the metal hatch door had been closed at some point.

Even Wang Yao couldn't help rolling his eyes.

He turned around and walked up the sand dune. The sand dune more than ten meters high is not very eye-catching here. Standing at the top, Wang Yao looked into the distance. The rolling sand sea was endless, and the rising sun rose from the east. At the end of his sight, there was a faint outline of standing.

The desert in the morning was not hot, but was slightly cool. Just as Wang Yao was thinking so, the rising sun in the east was set...

The sky is getting darker.

Is the sunset...

Wang Yao, who had preconceived ideas, made the time wrong, and he didn't care. He slid down the sand dunes and walked forward step by step in the desert. The goal was the outline of standing in the distance.

The sky was dark, and the sky was full of stars. The temperature also began to drop. However, in this dead desert, even if the temperature dropped, insects would not appear to feed.

The sky is a bit strange, with bright stars, but there is no sun. What is particularly strange is the star body the size of a ping-pong ball in the sky. It has already separated from the size of a normal star.

The desert is endless and vast. Wang Yao, who is walking in the sea of ​​sand, looks extremely small.

At this time, Wang Yao noticed that there was dawn again on the horizon and the sun emerged. Wang Yao could not tell the difference between southeast, west and north, but there was definitely not the direction of the last time the sun appeared.

Realizing the strangeness of this dream, Wang Yao no longer walked leisurely. His feet suddenly stepped on the sand, leaving behind exploded sand pits and flying sand all over the sky, and his body rushed out, almost forming a afterimage.

Every time he stepped on, he would raise a few meters of sand waves. Wherever Wang Yao passed, a row of sand waves exploded. Wang Yao was moving forward at an extremely terrifying speed.

In just a few minutes, it was closer to the outline of the standing. At this time, Wang Yao suddenly discovered something on the sand slope not far ahead. As soon as he stopped, his body slid more than ten meters away, leaving a line of traces of turning outward behind him.

Wang Yao, who stopped, walked quickly and looked at the object. This was a soft human skin limp on the sea of ​​sand, with strange textures, which could vaguely distinguish the eyes and mouth that were pulled very long.

Wang Yao stared at it without saying a word, then continued to move forward. Without going far, he found another picture of human soft skin, but this picture looked quite dilapidated and half buried in the sand.

Wang Yao took a deep breath, not planning to waste his time, looked up at the sky: "Okay, you won, let me go back."

Wang Yao's behavior seemed to have received no response to his words.

"I gave in." Wang Yao said again.
Chapter completed!