My right eye is a god-level computer

Quiet T8 area.

A space-time vortex suddenly appeared out of thin air in the middle of the border.

The man in white was the leader, followed by 283 tall figures, who slowly stepped out.

Liu Di's mental power at this time was enough to create a passage between areas, but this time's shuttle was much easier than before.

As it seems, the distance between t7 and t8 is only a short distance and can be crossed easily.

In other words, there is only a huge gap of 25 light years between t5 and t7.

Brother Liu took a deep breath.

Look at the world in front of you.

There are densely packed houses, but the architectural style is relatively backward. The highest building is no more than 6 stories. There are dense telephone poles on the streets, with complicated wires and old-fashioned loudspeakers embedded above them.

It plays music with the sound quality of an old-fashioned record player - "Ode to a Beautiful New Era".

There were a few cars passing by on the not-so-wide street. m.

Almost all are old-fashioned Poussins or Russian Lada cars.

And more people are riding Phoenix bicycles.

In front of the newsstand, there was a boss-looking man with a BB camera on his waist and a mobile phone in his hand, spitting all over the place.

Brother Liu narrowed his eyes slightly, "This is what China looked like in the 1980s and 1990s. The t8... has such a structure?"

Tian Luo behind him was as silent as ever.

No matter what scene appeared in front of him, he remained silent.

Brother Liu led a huge team walking on the street. Due to the narrowness of the street, the huge bodies of the Tianluo warriors stretched out for hundreds of meters.

But I saw a child next to me who had just finished school, wearing black rubber football shoes. The pattern on the school bag still looked like the Monkey King in the old cartoons.

The child ran up an open-air staircase, took out the red string key hanging around his neck, opened the old-fashioned security door, and went home.

There are many civilians like this on both sides of the street, including old men selling candy at stalls, men riding tricycles to collect scraps, women hanging clothes to dry on the rooftop, and workers walking together as if they have just gotten off work.

Brother Liu's eyes flashed.

It's peaceful here, but also eerie.

The exaggerated appearance of the Tianluo warriors did not attract the attention of any common people?

"Comrade, please help me!"

Just when Liu Di was a little nervous, a middle-aged man suddenly rushed out from the corner of the street in front. He looked very panicked, his head was covered with sweat, and he rushed towards Liu Di!

I saw Tianluo Chimei's huge body, taking an impressive step forward and blocking Brother Liu directly.

The middle-aged man was blocked by Chimei's thick arms and could only shout anxiously, "Comrade, please save me!"

Brother Liu narrowed his eyes slightly and could clearly see that there was a thick pool of blood on the middle-aged man's abdomen, spreading on his clothes.

Liu Di said lightly: "Red eyebrows, it doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Chimei slowly retracted his arm, and the middle-aged man threw himself directly at Di Liu's feet. His hands crossed Di Liu's white shirt, leaving a long series of bloody fingerprints.

The man shouted in horror: "Comrade, there is a mad scientist up front and he is doing experiments on my body!"

The middle-aged man ripped open his shirt, revealing his bloody abdomen.

A blood opening of 20 centimeters was cut out of his left rib, in which the internal organs disappeared, leaving only the severed trachea and arteries.

The middle-aged man looked ferocious, "I was used as a test subject, it hurts so much!"

Brother Liu only felt his scalp numb.

But the next moment, Liu Di made an unexpected move. He didn't make any move to rescue him. Instead, he grabbed the middle-aged man's collar, narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's your name in reality?"

"I...I don't have a name!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, blood foam gushed out of his mouth, his limbs twitched, his eyes rolled, and he fell to the ground dead.

This scene.

The red eyebrows of the unconscious man showed deep doubts.

But Brother Liu stood up straight, activated his mental power, and the blood stains on his shirt disappeared.

He said: "Let's keep going forward."

immediately.

Liu Di said nothing and continued walking, but he was watching the middle-aged man who fell to the ground with his peripheral vision.

as expected.

None of the residents on the street seemed to have noticed this scene, and just allowed the man to die on the street.

Moreover, although these residents have different faces and shapes, they are all surprisingly consistent. Their faces are all covered with a vague haze, as if they are suffering from great hatred.

Didn't go far.

A young girl wearing a floral skirt rushed out from the front, her long black hair was thrown behind her, and she ran over.

Of course, along with the flying long hair, there were also strings of blood stains scattered in the wind.

Because half of this girl's head was cut off.

Starting from the center of the eyebrows, half of the nose, half of the mouth, half of the white teeth, and half of the skull do not exist!

The pink brain was mixed with blood, exposed in the air, and squirming slightly.

The girl's voice was extremely sharp, "Front, front! Someone is doing an experiment, and he cut off my head!"

Plop!

Before the girl could reach Brother Liu, she threw herself face to the ground, her body twitching slightly, and blood and brains spread all over the floor.

Brother Liu hesitated slightly.

Then he raised his legs and walked around the girl's body and continued moving forward.

On both sides of the road, you can see T8 residents who are either groaning miserably or have already died.

Without exception.

Their bodies are all incomplete, and they have been operated on by professional techniques. In short, they are all surgical cuts and live experiments!

At this time, the air is filled with a faint smell of blood.

And the sweet and rich sweet potato smell from the roadside roasted sweet potato stall.

An old lady with gray hair, wearing thick cotton gloves, calmly turned the sweet potatoes in the stove.

I only heard her muttering: "Since you choose to be an experimental subject, you should be prepared to face the consequences."

Liu Di stepped forward.

Picked up a steaming sweet potato, peeled off the skin, took a bite directly, and then said calmly: "It's tasteless."