Weird asylum, you're taking in a human being like me?

Then in less than a minute, the doctor's stand-in turned into iron filings all over the floor.

Look at the rectangular metal container again.

At this moment, the effect of time on matter is fully manifested on the container.

Rust appeared on the surface of the container.

At this moment, the rust seemed to have life.

They were like insects crawling on the object, gnawing at the hard metal shell with their sharp mouthparts.

In just a few breaths, the metal was covered with holes rusted through.

It looked like a hideous wound.

Through the holes rusted through, you can see the delicate circuit structure inside.

It is a chip matrix composed of countless silicon-based chips.

These silicon-based chips have a slightly longer lifespan than metal shells.

Therefore, time will corrode them relatively slowly.

Slowly, a layer of gray material appeared on the chip array, which looked like dust.

Not only that, their appearance also began to turn yellow.

After turning yellow, it turned gray.

Until finally, those expensive chips turned into fossil-like substances.

There was no more current flowing on them.

The entire metal container became lifeless, like an antique handed down from ancient times.

It... was made old by time.

Seeing this, the doctor's substitute who still existed whispered: "Let's go, there is no point in staying here."

Hearing this, Anti said in a low voice: "Then don't continue to look for nuclear warheads?"

The doctor shook his head gently.

Then, he turned around and carried the doctor's consciousness on his back.

Then he walked slowly in the direction he came from.

Just as Anti was puzzled.

Over to the two Yang Zhans.

One of the Yang Zhans suddenly laughed.

He held a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth and raised his hand to pat the other self heavily.

"I remembered something.

If nothing unexpected happens, I should disappear soon."

Hearing this, Yang Zhan raised his eyebrows immediately.

Then he cursed: "Get out of here, I get angry when I see you!"

This time, Yang Zhan did not fight back, but smiled helplessly.

He then said calmly: "Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I feel angry when I look at myself in the mirror."

As he said that, he sighed softly, then turned around and looked at the army he led.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and then he said loudly: "Brothers! We are dead, there is nothing to remember.

Let's go back to our homes.

Oh no, our homes...

are gone..."

After saying that, the smile on his face gradually stiffened, and finally turned into bitterness.

After half a second of silence, a hearty laugh suddenly broke out at the scene.

In the wanton laughter, there was also a bit of helplessness and...a little melancholy.

At this time, Yang Zhan turned around and looked at another self.

He said calmly, "I have tried my best.

Have you tried your best?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhan curled his lips and said, "Why are you whining like an old woman?

Do I need to report to you whether I have tried my best?"

Another Yang Zhan heard this and nodded gently, saying, "Then I can only wish you good luck..."

After saying this, his figure also turned into a bubble and was blown away by the breeze.

At the same time, the soldiers of the Fourth Army also turned into ashes and were swept away by the breeze to an unknown place.

"Are you going to disappear too?"

At this time, Dante looked at another self.

The four looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.

At the same time, Morati also looked at another self.

After a long time, the Dante said calmly, "Yes, our time has come to an end."

Hearing this, Dante looked at Morati opposite him.

He said in a deep voice: "As His follower, you are not immune?"

The other party shook his head gently, and said in a calm tone: "No one can be immune.

And our appearance here is a wrong phenomenon of time.

He will correct all the chaos in time."

Dante nodded gently, and then said calmly: "Then, don't you have anything to tell me?"

The Dante opposite pondered for a moment, then shook his head gently and said: "There is nothing to tell you. The only thing I can say is, maybe I wish you good luck."

Hearing this, Dante pursed his lips, turned around and whispered: "Bye."

After the words fell, the huge pair of wings behind him spread out, and the whole person flew straight into the sky.

At this time, Morati bowed slightly to Dante and his other self.

Then he stood up and chased in the direction where Dante disappeared.

Anti, who saw the whole scene, sighed softly, and then sighed softly.

Then, he greeted Yang Zhan and quickly caught up with the doctor's footsteps.

Soon, the group walked out of the fog.

The doctor's stand-in faced the fog, his eyes were deep, and I don't know what he was thinking.

After everyone came out.

Anti finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

"The nuclear warhead hasn't been found yet, why don't you look for it?"

Hearing this, the doctor pondered for a moment, then shook his head gently and said: "Haven't you in the other timeline explained the reason?"

After saying this, he paused for half a second before continuing: "The crazy scientists of the Soviet Union transported more than 3,000 nuclear warheads here and detonated them at the same time."

Hearing this, Anti interrupted in a deep voice: "But there are no traces of nuclear explosions here?"

The doctor nodded and said in a relaxed tone: "Of course not, because from the moment you approached the fog, you are no longer on this timeline.

The Chernobyl you saw in the fog is the product of the chaos of time and space.

The real Chernobyl will be seen after this fog dissipates."

Hearing this, Anti fell into deep thought.

He needed time to understand what the doctor said.

But the doctor did not intend to give him time.

He continued in a low voice: "I have to say that the idea of ​​that group of scientists is crazy.

The huge amount of energy that exploded instantly caused a momentary chaos in the space and time of the Chernobyl area.

This plan not only includes knowledge of physical science, but also humanities and cosmic sociology.

Although the idea is crazy, it is very rigorous.

Even if I were to do it, I might not be able to do better than them."

"So... they succeeded?" Anti said in a deep voice.

The doctor nodded and said in a calm tone: "It's obvious, isn't it?

But at that time, they didn't know they succeeded."