Doomsday Traveler System

It may not be accurate to say that it is a weird world, because in Qin Bin's view, this should only be regarded as a weird space.It was like a small room enclosed by glass on six sides, empty and empty.

Looking at the space where he was "in", Qin Bin's mind was once again confused, but it was a pity that there was no Liao Sha here to answer his three questions.

"Here and there, how should I get out?"

When he thought of the idea of ​​"going out", Qin Bin felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he saw it right after him - a bullet flying right in front of him!

bullet!bullet!
Qin Bin, whose brain was basically still in a shutdown state, almost watched the bullet hit his face. The strong air pressure made his facial skin and muscles stiff, until Guanghua flew past his left ear. .

The sharp scream echoed in the left ear, and there was a wet feeling in the ear canal. Needless to say, it was the damaged tympanic membrane that was bleeding, but Qin Bin felt no pain, perhaps because his brain was still frozen.

Liao Sha seemed to have missed, or what did she discover at that moment?
Qin Bin, whose eyes finally had focus, looked at Liao Sha, only to realize that she was staring at him.

"What were you doing just now?"

"I?"

When Qin Bin opened his mouth, Liao Sha let out a heavy breath, and lowered the muzzle of the gun, so that Qin Bin was no longer frightened.

"It seems that you haven't mutated yet, thank God for allowing you to live for more than ten minutes."

"I only have ten minutes left?" Qin Bin originally wanted to ask what kind of monster he would mutate into, a zombie, or the Chihuahua just now?If he had to choose, he would definitely not choose to become a monster like a chihuahua. Maybe a zombie is a good choice, but in Qin Bin's heart, he still feels that being a human is the best, and multiple-choice questions are the most annoying.

"You seem to have come from a timelapse! If there is a wound on the skin on the body surface, the mutation time from being contaminated with polluted water is about three hours. If you drink it directly, it will take three to 10 minutes at the fastest!"

"The slowest? Look at me like this, can you save me?"

Since this is already 2316, Qin Bin thinks that technology should reach the interstellar level, such as the weapon in Liao Sha's hand, but then again, this is obviously a human city, why has no one passed by for so long, and also, it just started What about the police?

"It seems that I am a policeman, but in 2316, it seems that I should retire, at least 250 years, ahem, why is it 250, this number is embarrassing."

"So far, the slowest mutation time for direct drinking of polluted water sources is 31 minutes." Liao Sha rolled her eyes, and Qin Bin burst into tears when she heard this answer—is there any difference between this shit? 60 seconds difference?
"Also, there is no antidote so far."

Well, the possibility of rescue is gone, Qin Bin's heart was broken, he crossed over inexplicably, and then lived for 10 minutes?Including the time to drink water, 31 minutes?What kind of protagonist is this? It's clearly a super dragon in time travel.

"You still have 10 minutes, please pray, I will clean up that dog first."

As Liao Sha said, she turned and walked towards the lawn. Qin Bin then looked up. There was clearly only a puddle of broken flesh and blood. What can I do?Is this still a very qualified shit shovel officer?Oh, no, this can only be called a corpse shoveler.

"Am I going to die in 10 minutes?" Thinking of this, Qin Bin was no longer interested in watching Liao Sha shoveling the corpse. He sat cross-legged on the ground with his head drooping.

"The guest died in a foreign land. Tragedy, if I want to die, I want to go back and die!"

No one can remain calm in the face of death.Thinking of his death in this inexplicable place, Qin Bin couldn't help but clenched his fists, screaming wildly in his heart!
then
"Is this the feeling of mutation?"

After shouting, Qin Bin fell into dizziness again for a moment, followed by the feeling of braised prawns again, the kaleidoscope-like visual effect in front of his eyes gradually became clear, Qin Bin exhaled a scorching breath, I saw the ceiling covered with yellow "Chinese paintings".

Seeing the bright sky outside the window, Qin Bin turned over and got out of bed immediately after confirming that it was the dormitory, stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and stuffed his head into the washbasin, the cold tap water splashed He's all over the place.

"Pfft!"

A faint voice reminded Qin Bin of the glowing charcoal in the sauna room. When he looked up at the mirror, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation—there were layers of mist steaming from his blushing skin. come out.

"I believe in your evil!"

Qin Bin gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to tear off the shirt and faced the mirror. There was a picture of a tortoise engraved on it two or three inches below his Adam's apple.

"Is it really a tortoise? Oh, no, I know this one, Qian Gua, Kun Gua. This is a gossip! Everything just now was not a dream?"

He raised his hand and slapped his face twice, while the water droplets splashed everywhere, Qin Bin gradually calmed down.

"This matter needs to be sorted out, calm down, calm down."

Looking at the gradually calming face in the mirror, Qin Bin's chest finally stopped jumping like a throbbing, and then his facial features gradually returned to their positions, revealing Qin Bin's masculine face.

"First of all, let's make sure, did I just time travel? If it is a dream, how should this thing be explained?"

Touching the embossed tattoo under the Adam's apple, the clear marks are like the bruises that my father beat out with bamboo slices when I was a child.

"It's still a little hot."

The fingertips bypassed the old tortoise-like gossip at the fastest speed, and there was already a burning sensation, which made Qin Bin's face change color slightly.

"Brother Bin, Brother Bin."

Zhang Song's voice came from outside the house, and Qin Bin's heart moved. He quickly buttoned up his shirt, took off the towel and wiped his face. He turned around and opened the door after confirming that his face looked normal in the mirror.

It wasn't until here that Qin Bin felt an indescribable awkwardness in his body, a bit like drinking too much alcohol, and a bit like moving in water, anyway, it was uncoordinated and uncomfortable.

"Dangdang, Brother Bin, your fritters, soy milk!"

Zhang Song squeezed in through the crack of the door. Everyone was a man. He ignored Qin Bin's boxer pants on his lower body, but seemed to be very interested in Qin Bin's upper body.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Bin was a little nervous. He was afraid that Zhang Song would see the turtle tattoo, which couldn't be explained.

"It's nothing, I just feel that you are different." Zhang Song looked Qin Bin's eyes up and down, but couldn't see the difference, shook his head, and then said excitedly, "Brother Bin, just now I went to inquire about what happened yesterday. Late action, hey, I didn't find anything!"

"I'll go, you silly boy, you're so happy without asking about anything?" Qin Bin stuffed deep-fried dough sticks into his mouth, hungry.

"My brother, what status am I? I'm a temporary worker. I can't find out anything. It proves the action last night. Hey, it's a big deal, a really big deal, good luck!"