In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

(二九五四 六二三 一三)

Closing his eyes, Mo Chen planned to welcome his end.

Although he was very unwilling, he still accepted it all calmly.

There is no other way. Is it possible that another miracle will happen?

No kidding, this is not a fantasy world.

But maybe, miracles really exist?

Suddenly, Mo Chen no longer felt pain, the roar of zombies in his ears stopped, and he opened his eyes in confusion.

The zombies seemed to have stopped biting. Their movements still maintained the same posture as the previous second, but they just stopped moving.

Time and space seemed to be frozen, which shattered Mo Chen's materialistic worldview.

A piece of old and yellowed parchment appeared in front of Mo Chen out of thin air. Oh, there was also a pen. The pen cap was even thoughtfully removed to make it easier for Mo Chen to write.

The people are quite nice.

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Dear Survivors:

Excuse me, do you want to live?

If your answer is yes, that's great.

The modern world in which I live welcomes you.

Oh, look, there's a brand new war garden.

You don’t need to know what War Gardens is just yet, so read on.

The most important thing is that the position of owner of this war garden is still vacant.

And I just happened to find you!

Do you know what this means?

It means you are the first owner of this war garden!

What, you ask me why I think you must be the new owner of this war garden?

that is because···

I'm a madman! ! !

Hahahahahaha······

Krzysztof David Blazein III

Note: If you don’t want to die, sign it quickly.

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Such a familiar signature and such a familiar noun.

Mo Chen stared at the parchment in front of him in stunned silence. He was about to complain about something, but found that he could not speak at the moment.

Oh yes, my throat has been bitten open.

Even though time has stopped, it only maintains the status quo.

After quickly scanning the contents of the contract and confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, Mo Chen no longer hesitated.

With difficulty, he stretched out his still intact right hand, held the pen, and signed his name crookedly.

When the signature was completed, the contract suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light, covering everything around it.

Mo Chen closed his eyes involuntarily, and then he felt his body twisting along with the surrounding environment, causing his vision to go dark.

······

WabbyWabbo?

WabbyWabby!

WaaaWaaaRoooo!

······

Familiar yet funny voices rang in Mo Chen's ears one after another. He opened his eyes to see what was going on.

The next moment he found that he was standing in a room.

What comes into view is a clean and tidy bedroom with pure white walls and azure ceiling.

The furnishings in the bedroom are very simple, with a single bed, a table and chairs, and an oak wardrobe in the corner.

Oh, and there is a floor-to-ceiling mirror, which is certainly not a magic mirror from a fairy tale world, at least not yet.

The sun shines through the window into the room, giving Mo Chen bursts of warmth.

It's so comfortable, I haven't been in the sun for a long time.

But...where is...where?

Mo Chen looked at his surroundings in confusion, suddenly thought of something, lowered his head and immediately checked his body at the moment.

No. No? No!

What surprised Mo Chen was that there was no wound on his body, as if he had never been injured at all.

Looking at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner of the room, the figure reflected in the mirror was also his own.

Make sure it’s not someone else’s appearance, but your healthy self.

The same outfit as before the time travel, a black short-sleeved shirt paired with brown trousers, and a healthy and rosy face.

I···

Still alive?

Didn't he die from those zombies?

Is that contract really not a hallucination before death?

But something real?

Krzysztof David Blazein III.

Does this name sound familiar?

crazy? Shiny?

What exactly does it mean?

One question after another appeared in Mo Chen's mind, making him a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Looking at himself in the mirror carefully, Mo Chen gradually came back to his senses.

He shook his head to calm himself down.

Is this the so-called modern world?

Modern means modern in English.

Modern world, this term seems to have been heard somewhere before.

A familiar white color swept across the corner of Mo Chen's eyes.

Wait, that's...

My rucksack!

Mo Chen turned around and found the rucksack he had carried before traveling through time, lying quietly somewhere in the room.

Why is it here? No, it actually traveled through time with me?

Mo Chen immediately stepped forward, opened the zipper, and carefully checked his backpack.

"What's going on?"

Opening the zipper, Mo Chen stared blankly at the void-like space in the backpack, but did not make a move.

After thinking for a moment, he slowly put his right hand into the backpack.

Mo Chen took out the familiar baseball bat from his backpack and swung it twice, making him instantly energetic.

“How on earth did you fit such a big baseball bat in?”

Putting the baseball bat aside, Mo Chen looked down at the rucksack with a strange look on his face.

How about...try again...

Let’s see what other things will come through the time together with us.

Just do it! Mo Chen once again sent his hand into the void space of the rucksack.

Soon, a solid wood slingshot and a plastic bottle containing the remaining fifteen steel balls appeared in front of him.

Mo Chen was startled at first and immediately held the solid wood slingshot in his hand.

Feeling the familiar lines and texture, he stretched the rubber band and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

See you again, my old friend.

Is there anything else?

Soon, Mo Chen took out an atlas. The world map before the time travel was pretty good...

Throwing it aside, Mo Chen finally took out a capsule-like prop.

what is this?

There is a clock embedded in the capsule, but the hands are stationary. It is a gadget with no idea of ​​its purpose.

After pondering for a long time and still not understanding the reason, Mo Chen casually put the map and capsule back into the rucksack.

I dug around without giving up, and after making sure there was nothing, I zipped up the rucksack.

Okay, you can't be too greedy.

Putting the baseball bat and the rucksack together in the room, Mo Chen stuffed the slingshot into his waist, stuffed the steel ball into his pocket, and slowly opened the door to the room.

Walking out of the room, there is a corridor outside, which is not long. There are four doors in the corridor.

Mo Chen opened them one by one and checked them out, and then deduced that the room he was in was the master bedroom, and the rest were a study room, two secondary bedrooms, and a terrace.

Without looking at the study and the second bedroom, Mo Chen walked along the corridor and came to a staircase.

There are stairs leading to the lower level and the upper level. It's time to make a choice.

Well, there is actually no choice. This house does not seem to be high, so let's go down and have a look.

Following the downward stairs, Mo Chen arrived at the first floor of the residence.

The style of this house is not familiar from China, but more like it comes from Western Europe.

The living room is covered with red wool carpets, soft sofas and coffee tables, facing an unlit fireplace.

There is an electronic clock embedded on the wall. The date and time displayed on it are: 2013.9.15, 06:24am

The living room seems to be located in the center of the house, with doors on all sides leading to other areas.

Through the window, Mo Chen could also see the outside environment.

There is a green lawn on the east side, but the west side is shrouded in a gray-white mist.

Mo Chen thought for a while and decided to explore inside the house first.

I randomly selected a door and opened it, and what I saw was a dining table large enough to seat six people at the same time and a semi-open kitchen.

Induction cookers, sinks, cabinets, refrigerators and other equipment are also all available, but the cabinets and refrigerators are empty and there are no ingredients.

Turn on the faucet, clear water gushes out, press the switch on the wall, and the bright incandescent light turns on.

There is water and electricity here, and I don’t know where it comes from.

Back in the living room, just when Mo Chen wanted to explore the other side of the house, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Wait, someone is ringing the doorbell?

Mo Chen suddenly became alert. Having experienced the apocalypse, he was no longer the ordinary office worker he once was.

Unaware of the incoming danger, he had all his blood and courage, but ended up being killed by a zombie.

At least he knew how to save his life.

The doorbell rang again, and the uninvited guest outside seemed to have a clear purpose.

He took out the solid wood slingshot from his waist and put a steel ball on the rubber band. Mo Chen walked forward carefully and opened the door gently.

Afterwards, Mo Chen immediately took a few steps back, raised the slingshot in his hand, and was ready to go.