The immortal who travels the world

Chapter 51 Signs
"There have been a lot of missing people around the world recently."

Duan Jianhui pointed at the phone and sighed.

Peng Zhi scratched his head, always feeling that the world seemed to have changed a lot. He flipped out a page on his phone and said, "Look, except for people who are missing, the crime rate around the world has been soaring recently. "

Lu Yan looked at the two of them kindly.

Several days have passed since he returned from the ghoul world.

He didn't go out these few days, he just stayed on the sofa and watched dramas.

After all, there is no way to watch the plot of the mission world before entering the world, and he has just woken up.

He had never seen any of the new movies, TV series, and anime that appeared in this era, so he would be at a disadvantage when he entered the mission world.

He has also read the hot searches mentioned by Duan Jianhui and Peng Zhi.

Moreover, Lu Yan had some speculation in his heart that the disappearance of these residents and the soaring crime rate were likely related to this reincarnation system.

He squinted his eyes and took a sip of coffee, stretched comfortably, and lay back lazily on the sofa to continue watching movies.

There are still a few hundred yuan left from the money I took from the kind-hearted Brother Da Biao last time, which is enough for Lu Yan to drink a few more days of coffee.

Anyway, if you run out of money, then go to Big Biao and that's it...

……

"Ah!"

Strange, why do you still sneeze in the summer.

Brother Da Biao rubbed his nose and thought to himself.

He waved his hand to call the younger brother at the door: "Xiaogang, has that guy named Lu Yan been out of the house these few days?"

The younger brother called Xiaogang said honestly: "I haven't been out recently, I don't think he will come to take revenge on us."

"In two days, you send them another 1 yuan. Damn it, Peng Zhi and the others are really not afraid of death, and they don't come to the venue these days."

Even if he scolded him, he would not dare to ask Big Biao to take revenge on him.

"Brother Da Biao, we don't need to take the initiative to give them money, and it's not a peaceful time. Two brothers in our gang have disappeared. I'm still checking whether a rival gang is secretly taking action."

Brother Da Biao hesitated for a while, but still said: "You better take the time to send it. Let's take the initiative to make a good deal. It's a small amount of money, so Lu Yan may not be able to help, at least he won't shoot at us."

Big Brother still knows it.

The three people who lived in Duan Jianhui's house, except for the monster named Lu Yan, were all street gangsters, mainly relying on him for food.

As for Lu Yan, according to the reports of the younger brothers, he didn't look for a job at all. He just stayed at home every day and didn't know what to do.

Therefore, these three people can be said to be people with no income, and Brother Da Biao is still willing to take the initiative to give them living expenses.

For Brother Da Biao, as long as he doesn't give too much, he can still accept it.

……

Huaxia National Security Department.

The tech-savvy, warm-white walls are mirror-smooth.

In the spacious office hall, people come and go, some in white coats, some in military uniforms, and everyone in it is constantly busy.

A middle-aged man dressed as an officer stood behind a busy white coat.

"How? Has it been calculated?"

The middle-aged officer asked in a deep voice.

The young man in the white coat turned around, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the middle-aged man, and lowered his head and said: "After referring to various sources, the prediction model we built can barely calculate the total number of missing people in the world during this period. It should be around 500 million, while the number of missing persons in our country exceeds one million."

The middle-aged officer put his hands behind his back, and knew that the calculation staff could not be blamed.

Then he asked: "Can you predict the number of people who successfully completed the mission of traveling through the world? Oh, according to them, it should be called the world of experience."

The young man in the white coat turned around and started typing frantically on the keyboard, and said at the same time: "From the analysis of ([-]), we can see that the current generation model's prediction of the previous data is relatively accurate.

However, for the subsequent development of the number of people, it is obviously not in line with the actual results. The reason is guessed that because of different personal thoughts, the success data and the frankness rate will not be a constant. "

The young man in the white coat stopped here, and seemed to realize that the middle-aged officer might not understand, so he thought about his words.

He continued: "At present, the number of people who have successfully passed the first experience worldwide should be close to [-]."

The middle-aged officer frowned, his expression a little dignified.

It now appears that the current form is already grim.

Those missing people are not a small number, and if there is no accident, they should all have died.

It is extremely difficult to hide this situation.

Of course, the impact of this is still barely manageable.

What makes it difficult are actually those who have successfully spent more than one experience in the minority.

From the existing information, it can be known that as long as one successful experience is completed, the terrifying physical fitness is strengthened, enough for a person who was originally a fat man to easily deal with three or five ordinary people.

For ordinary people, if they suddenly gain powerful power, their inner concept of the rule of law will also undergo huge changes.

It also has a big impact on the social order.

Not to mention that the number of times this experience is not only one.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged officer raised his hand and pressed his temple hard, giving him a headache.

"A troubled autumn..."

……

On a midsummer afternoon, the scorching sun burns away the moisture on the ground, and because the air is too high, the air on the side of the road seems to be distorted.

Duan Jianhui's family.

Lu Yan and Duan Jianhui were eating frozen watermelons with the air conditioner blowing, and lying on the sofa watching dramas.

"Ah, it's really comfortable."

Peng Zhi dug out a spoonful of melon and stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes and sighed.

Duan Jianhui looked at Lu Yan and asked curiously, "Why did Brother Dabiao send you money specially? What did you do?"

Lu Yan stared at his mobile phone intently. He felt that the fight in this movie was very exciting.

Hearing Duan Jianhui's question, Lu Yan waved his hand.

"Maybe Big Biao has a good heart."

I ate a bite of watermelon.

Lu Yan likes this era so much, not only does it have something called an air conditioner, but also eats cold watermelon.

This still has to thank Big Biao for his contribution, although it is forced.

Lu Yan narrowed his eyes and took another bite of the iced watermelon.

Where can I find such a fairy-like day.

In the past, Lu Yan could only go to some big mountains to escape the heat in this hot weather, how could he be as comfortable as now.

After experiencing these novel things, even the thought of courting death is gone.

Well, at least you have to wait until you get tired of playing before courting death.

The three of them were spending time leisurely.

Hey, hey, hey.

There was a brief knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)