kind of military lighting tool.
He fumbled for a few seconds and unscrewed it along the gap in the middle.
The warm sunlight instantly dispelled the darkness, and with the handle at the end of the cylinder, it looked very close to a small lantern.
After being activated, the side of the small cylinder against the handle lit up.
A countdown accurate to seconds was displayed next to the “remaining time”, and the small print carefully marked the current time.
[March 16, 2107.
Despite subconsciously mentally preparing himself, Ruan Xian’s mind still buzzed.
…For him, “today” should have been April 21, 2095.
Swallowing with difficulty, Ruan Xian raised the lantern and looked seriously at the dusty ruins for the first time.
The floor tiles were a familiar pattern, and the metal corridor on the surface was also something that was in his laboratory.
The remaining letters and Chinese characters flickered in the light, which looked terribly familiar.
This was his laboratory, at least it used to be, but no matter how he looked at it, it was a far cry from the place he remembered that was extremely neat and tidy, which could make someone with an obsessive-compulsive disorder or cleanliness addicts feel comfortable.
He had been running for his life since he woke up and now, he finally had the chance to figure out the current situation.
Ruan Xian slowly lowered his head and checked his left wrist.
Three small moles laid quietly on the inside of his wrist, next to several thin scars.
Although the state of his skin was very different, this was indeed his body.
Forget the mole.
If this was some kind of reconstruction of the body, no one would bother to restore the scar.
He then opened the little plastic cloth wrapped around his body and moved his gaze to his legs.
These legs also made him feel strange.
There were no lesions and pigmentation anywhere on the skin, no severe joint pain that tormented him, and no protruding veins due to weakness.
His legs looked extremely healthy, long and straight, and his muscles were well proportioned.
Perhaps this was nothing for most people, but Ruan Xian had never experience the meaning of the word “healthy” in his 28 years of life.
Everything in front of him was too absurd.
If he weren’t for the certainty that his body belonged to him, Ruan Xian would start to doubt if this was an experience project created by the project team next door.
Usually, at this time, he should have returned home, given himself a cup of hot goat milk, and then write today’s summary in front of the light screen, as usual.
Ruan Xian frowned and tried to dig up memory fragments from the depths of his mind.
The dry flowers in the laboratory, the strange assistants with their heads down, an argument, a gun with a silencer, and the sense of impact as if a heavy object had hit him in the face.
Fragments of memory floated in his mind making him a little nauseous.
If he remembered correctly, before losing consciousness, he was indeed shot in the head by a bullet.
The man was proficient in marksmanship.
His skull didn’t have a metal plate implanted in it, making it impossible for him to survive that level of damage.
Even if there was one-in-a-billion chance that he was really lucky, the other party would assuredly take care of his body and made sure that he was thoroughly dead.
The time jump, the abnormal physique, plus the him who should have died.
Nothing made sense.
It was a pity that the memory became blurred, and his temples started to hurt terribly.
A bad heat was rising from his limbs and bones, and his thinking became uncontrollably chaotic.
The feeling of soreness and softness became more intense.
The lantern in his hand felt heavy and dark spots started to appear before he fainted.
Ruan Xian retracted to the corner.
The boundless exhaustion and uneasiness came, and the sense of collapse overwhelmed him.
After thinking for a moment, he moved his legs to the clean ground so that he could stay away from the corpse.
“I have to get a good night’s sleep.” The food cannister wasn’t far away, smiling at him.
Ruan Xian solemnly whispered to it, “…Then figure out what the fuck is going on.”
He forced himself not to look at the corpses around him.
He ignored the human bone visible all over the floor.
After holding a few barely usable guns tightly in his arms, Ruan Xian extinguished the lantern.
About six kilometers away, three figures shuttled through the woods.
“News from Zhang Ge* hasn’t come.
Didn’t you say that he would report to us before sunset?” a flat-headed youth in a camouflage T-shirt spoke.
“Chi Ge, do we have to go and look? If something happens…”
*Brother (哥) Term used by someone younger to refer to someone who is male that’s older than you and you have a good relationship with or respect.
“It’s close to the ‘wild cemetery’.
This is normal. Lao* Zhang probably got in trouble and avoided the limelight… Don’t worry.
It’s more important to find more parts than anything.” An older man was smacking on a twig in his mouth.
*Old (老) When used in front of a name conveys feelings of a close relationship.
“Yes, do you want 231 to take a look?”
“Hey, you son of a bitch.
I haven’t seen you in the base.
Without 231, you’ll be attack.”
“But the chief said we can’t get too close to the ‘wild cemetery’—”
231, set up camp.”
The man known as “Chi Ge” spit out the twig in his mouth and wiped it.
“Ugh, I get creeped out every time I look at this thing.
At least in Lao Li’s team, it looks like a beautiful girl.
This one on our team… Well, let’s stop talking about it.”
While Chi Ge was talking, a third figure a few steps away from the two finally moved.
At first glance, it was a young man with delicate eyebrows.
His face was handsome, his complexion was fair, and he had no sense of animosity.
He was smiling brightly, with a soft and gentle temperament, and he felt a bit like a white sheet drying in the warm sun.
It made it easy for people to let down their guard.
However, as time went on, the sense of dissonance was revealed.
The smile remained motionless, as if it was imprinted on his face, or he was wearing a stiff mask.
“Yes, STR-Y type 307a231 is at your service,” he responded gently enunciating standardly.
“Ugh,” Chi Ge sighed again and turned around.
He straightened the lantern in his hand and continued to survey the surrounding.
“Next time I have to report to the above.
This kind of android should be exchanged every once in a while.
Can’t we use a police model or something?”
The two men continued to work on their own affairs.
The android got instructions and proceeded to set up a tent and arranged cooking and animal repellent devices.
Within a few seconds of the two men turning their backs, “231” stopped moving.
He raised his head and looked in the direction of the ‘wild cemetery’.
In just a few seconds, the bright smile on “231’s” face disappeared instantly.
He straightened his face and showed a thoughtful expression.
The author has something to say:
The（ ψ °▽°) is here!
The author seems to like to make her MC’s having rapidly healing abilities (looking at you Nemo).
I have decided to start using pinyin for many common terms like, xiao, lao, ge, jie (ect.) as there is really no English equivalent that really captures the meaning intended.
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