"Zhang Sheng!"

Someone called his name, and his voice was cold and hard, as if he was pressing on his heart. Zhang Sheng opened his eyes and felt himself floating from the darkness and floating to the water. The dazzling light hit his face. He breathed hard and smelled the fragrance of a woman in his nose.

A line of bright red handwriting jumped out in the left eye—

Do you challenge the current goal? This goal is extremely dangerous, and failure to challenge will cost you a heavy price.

A beautiful face appeared behind the red letter, with dark thin eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a tall nose bridge, a slightly open red lips, and a breath sprayed directly on his face.

Cough! Cough cough...

Zhang Sheng coughed violently before he held back what he subconsciously wanted to say.

My name is Zhang Sheng, an investigator in the Development Section of the Foreign Affairs Department of Tianjin Company, and a third-class Ranger.

More information in my mind conflicts with this sentence. Countless transparent words in my left eye flew, scattering red words. He finally remembered that he was Zhang Sheng, from Northeast China, wandering in Yanjing City, editor-in-chief of "New Movie" magazine, and was officially promoted yesterday...

Who am I? Where am I?

There was a female police officer in front of her, wearing a uniform. When Zhang Sheng coughed, she raised her upper body in disgust and stopped looking down. At the same time, she threw a document on the table in front of Zhang Sheng.

There is a clear photo on the file, a bronze mirror, Zhang Sheng turned his head and wanted to avoid the dazzling bright light.

"If you destroy national cultural relics, you will go to jail." The female police officer intimidated.

Seeing the photo of the bronze mirror, two memories appeared in Zhang Sheng's mind at the same time.

He came from the Wasteland Apocalypse, belonged to the Tianjin Company, and entered the old city to explore. It was the third day. He entered a building alone and discovered this bronze mirror. The exquisite patterns attracted him, making him unable to help pick it up and wipe away the dust of time with his sleeves.

He is from Northeast Ice City, an editor of "New Movie" magazine. He was officially in charge yesterday. He drank some wine at noon and went out. He passed by a museum and was exhibiting bronze ware. He stood under the shelf and looked up and saw exquisite patterns. His soul was attracted. Then he saw the demon in the mirror and rushed towards him.

He wiped away the dust with his sleeve, saw a twisted and frightened face in the bronze mirror, and then strangled his neck with his hands. He punched him, and the bronze mirror broke, and the fragments pierced into his left eye. The two of them wrestled together, and the violent impact made the bronze fragments penetrate deep into the brain. He should have been dead.

He was swallowed by the demon in the mirror, like an onion, stripped off himself layer by layer and sinking into the darkness.

Zhang Sheng lowered his head and stared at the documents on the table. There was a text introduction under the photo of the bronze mirror. He saw the marked age - Shang Dynasty. There was a collection age below, which read 2000.

"I want to say..."

"You'd better say it all, otherwise you may be in prison for a lifetime!"

Zhang Sheng put his hands on the document and found that his voice had changed. His hands were clean and his nails were neatly crafted, without thick calluses, and without thick body hair.

I have changed my body and returned to the old world!

This idea appeared, and in the left eye, the chaotic words disintegrated in large quantities and integrated into a translucent bronze mirror with complex patterns on the edges and a square black bird pattern in the middle.

White handwriting floats on the translucent bronze mirror.

Mirror Demon: Zhang Sheng

Race: Human

Gender: 44XY (not mutated)

World Fusion: 1.2% (Progress bar, current)

Health: Life expectancy 60 years (progress bar, current)

Force value: 17.453607 (progress bar, current)

Number of plunders on the day: 1/1

What! Smart auxiliary equipment? But my genetic modification failed, isn’t it impossible to use biochemical equipment?

"You'll talk about it after you think about it." The policewoman stared into Zhang Sheng's eyes.

"It was the mirror's first move." Zhang Sheng leaned back on his chair and spread his hands. He didn't need to be afraid. It would be better to be an investigator in the old world than to be an investigator in the era of the Wasteland Doomsday.

At most, you can arrest me, can you still send me back?

The policewoman smiled and asked, "What should you do if you go to jail?"

A violent feeling suddenly arose in Zhang Sheng's heart, as if he was touched by the reverse scale. Something surged out of his heart, and the calm instinct of the company's training was washed away. His eyes fell on the neck of the policewoman, and as long as he cut into the artery, he could hear the sound of blood ejaculation.

He clenched his fists and found that he had lost his sharp nails and his palms had a slight pain.

The door behind him was pushed open, and Zhang Sheng turned around and saw a familiar and strange person. The girl was wearing a plain dress, light makeup, and had two bags on her back. Her gentle aura was incompatible with the room.

Xiao Qiao?

Zhang Sheng's eyes collided with the girl's eyes, and the tyranny in his heart turned into sorrow, as if he saw his family after being wronged.

The clear memory floated to the upper level, just like reading. It was an accidental encounter in life. He participated in an event and saw her among thousands of people. He walked over bravely and asked for a phone call.

She is Xiao Qiao, her own girlfriend.

Xiao Qiao walked to Zhang Sheng, put his hand on his shoulder, and calmly said: "Officer Li, if you have any objections, I have to take him away."

"I haven't finished asking yet."

"That's your business. I asked the museum. It was their bracket that had a problem and hit Zhang Sheng."

"If you talk about the law, I can call a lawyer to come and tell you immediately. And... even if you release someone now, I will reserve the right to sue you." Xiao Qiao refused to let him go.

Zhang Sheng grabbed her hand, Xiao Qiao's hand was soft and warm, unlike a woman in the wasteland apocalypse, who was either callused or mutated to produce hair or scales.

"Prosecut me?" The female police officer continued to laugh, feeling annoyed. Among the ten thousand antiques, she might not be able to pick one that can be used to refine spiritual weapons. Her application report has been approved. She could have communicated with the museum today and transferred the bronze mirror away. What happened? It was inexplicably broken.

The fragments could not be fed back, and one piece was missing, and the energy contained in the mirror disappeared, and Zhang Sheng was the only suspect.

But this matter involves extraordinary power and cannot be described. She can only use the relationship between the municipal bureau to interrogate Zhang Sheng. The procedure is indeed illegal.

She can also take Zhang Sheng away with the power of the Development Bureau, but Xiao Qiao is also a public person. She is clear about the rules and will definitely find trouble.

In addition, even if the museum prosecuted, it would be a passage from the procuratorate and had nothing to do with her.

Zhang Sheng held Xiao Qiao's hand, his body trembled, and everything between him and Xiao Qiao became clear, no longer like someone else's memory. It seemed that the closer he was to something, the easier it was to remember something. Before Xiao Qiao entered this room, her image was blurry.

Xiao Qiao also grabbed Zhang Sheng's hand and pulled him up. She took Zhang Sheng out, suddenly turned around in front of the door, stared at the female police officer and said, "I know your name is Li Feiyan, this matter is not over."

Is this threatened? The female police officer sneered, she was not afraid of trouble. But her heart was hollow, as if something important was leaving her and she could never catch it anymore.

Zhang Sheng followed Xiao Qiao out, walked through the corridor, went down the stairs, and in the hall, Xiao Qiao stopped, took off a bag on his body, and put it on Zhang Sheng's back. She was a little short, so Zhang Sheng lowered his head. He was a little uncomfortable. Although his original body failed to genetically modified, it was more than two meters and was very strong. Now his body is less than 1.8 meters tall.

Xiao Qiao held Zhang Sheng with two hands, looked up at his face and said, "Can you go to the hospital by yourself? I just took two hours off."

"No, hospital." Zhang Sheng couldn't organize his language. People in the wasteland and the end of the world were not used to such intimacy. But he couldn't bear to let go. His body was in love with Xiao Qiao, as if he had a soul.

"They said you vomited, maybe it was a concussion, which was quite dangerous."

"I drank some wine..."

"Let's go and have a look."

"I'll go home and take a shower first and change my clothes." Zhang Sheng said slowly, trying to recall more. When he talked about the word "go home", a large part of his memory of home appeared in his mind. He rented a house on the Second Ring Road and lived alone. Xiao Qiao would occasionally go, which was a quiet and warm home.

Xiao Qiao smiled and kissed Zhang Sheng's lips.

Zhang Sheng left the lobby in a daze, watched Xiao Qiao get into the taxi, and made a phone call for him. The taxi was in a hurry and left Zhang Sheng alone, leaving him on the roadside of the old world. There were many people on the streets of the old world, and everyone passing by him made Zhang Sheng's skin tremble.

In the left eye, words kept jumping out.

Is it challenging the current goal? This goal is quite dangerous... Whether it plunders the current goal, whether it...

Zhang Sheng tried not to read these words. He looked around and saw a newspaper booth, and information about the newspaper booth appeared in his mind. He walked over quickly and said to the old lady who was selling the newspaper: "I want a map."

"Two pieces."

The aunt took a map and delivered it to Zhang Sheng. Zhang Sheng paused for a moment before opening his backpack and finding his wallet. The wallet contained his ID card, bank card, and a stack of cash. Zhang Sheng counted it for more than 800 yuan. He took out a five-yuan bill and handed it over, took the map and turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute, find money!" The aunt called Zhang Sheng and gave him three coins.

Zhang Sheng took the coin and stuffed it into his pants pocket. He walked to the flower bed, found a quiet place, opened the map and looked carefully. This is the Yanjing Police Station, with a house number and the location is...

After a while, Zhang Sheng found his home. He folded the map and put it in his backpack.

Not far, it's only twenty minutes' walk.

He accelerated his pace and wanted to cross the road. After a few steps, a red Santana rushed over and braked less than a meter away from him.

The driver poked his head out of the car window and cursed, "You are sick!"
Chapter completed!