Zhang Sheng didn't know why, but he remembered the Prophecy of the Holy Church of the Doomsday. As an investigator, he never believed in any word in that book, including punctuation marks.

There has been a gap in history, and no one can explain clearly how human civilization collapsed.

Could it be that it was my own time travel that led to the destruction of civilization?

This idea is ridiculous. How can a person change the direction of the world? A group collapses always because of the decay of the foundation, not some accident.

I picked up my phone and he didn't answer Xiao Qiao's phone call last night. At 11 o'clock, she sent another text message: I'm asleep and I'll contact you tomorrow.

Zhang Sheng didn't call him and felt like he was in a daze, so he took a cold shower. He was in a better condition. He hid the floating blade and the skull-opener under the bed, changed into clean clothes and went out.

I took the bus and only felt hungry when I got to the nearest of my unit. I found a place to have breakfast, then went into the unit, went upstairs, finished the card and went to work at 8:30, and the editorial department went to work at 9:00. He wandered around the office, found his desk, sat down and turned on the computer. Because he was not in the mood to watch work, he was still dazed when he opened QQ.

Someone knocked on the partition, and Zhang Sheng looked up and saw Wang Jun's fat face. This face was interesting, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a wide range of flesh, which made him laugh and kind.

Wang Jun, Zhang Sheng's fellow villager, and the editorial director of the New Movie Magazine. He is a man with a hair roll, over 1.80 meters tall, and weighs more than 200 kilograms. He is a man from the Northeast in other people's minds.

"So early." Zhang Sheng was a little listless.

"Don't leave early when you have a meeting in the afternoon. I'm going out in the morning. If you have something to do, you'll talk now."

"I have to leave after the meeting and help me check in." After Zhang Sheng said that, he rolled up his sleeves and showed Wang Jun the injury on his arm. In fact, he still has the remaining time in the mirror world, and it is very easy to recover, so he doesn't have to go to the hospital. Zhang Sheng was thinking about going to see Xiao Qiao. Today is Friday, he wants to pick up Xiao Qiao from get off work.

He is not a waste of time. Although he is in the 30th day of the magazine, there are less than ten people who really work. The remaining twenty people are about to retire, and some even transfer from other units to retire.

Public units, normal phenomenon.

Those old guys write at most one article a month, and sometimes they don’t write it, and they also earn more than 10,000 yuan. He is responsible for six pages, and only gets more than 4,000 yuan after he becomes a regular.

Wang Jun handed Zhang Sheng a cigarette. Seeing that he had not left, Zhang Sheng asked, "Is there any work?"

"Hurry up and settle the manuscript for this month and look for me back." Wang Jun said vaguely. Zhang Sheng understood that he had done private work and could not finish it alone. In the editorial department, he was the only one who could feel at ease and he could take him to make money.

"Okay, I'll look for you on Monday. By the way, what will happen in the afternoon?" Zhang Sheng lit the cigarette and leaned against the office chair and asked.

"The unit wants to travel, I guess it's a matter."

“Where to go?”

"We don't have us anywhere, so we should concentrate on our work." Wang Jun complained, fortunately, the public office is not that powerful, and young people who cannot go can pay some money as compensation.

"It would be great if I went to Europe." Zhang Sheng vomited smoke rings and put the tripod on the table.

Wang Jun laughed. The farther the place they go, the more expensive it is, the more compensation they can get. As for the wasted parts, who would care?

After laughing, he saw that Zhang Sheng was unruly in appearance, so he knocked on the partition.

"It's not nine o'clock yet." Zhang Sheng didn't let go.

Wang Jun was speechless and had to say before leaving: "Don't smoke in the office!"

When Wang Jun mentioned private work, Zhang Sheng became much more energetic. He worked for three years and worked hard to save less than 100,000 yuan. He had to date Xiao Qiao on a daily basis. He had more than 1,000 yuan rent a month, which was under a lot of pressure.

This is his own life, not someone else's.

Zhang Sheng began to look through the work documents on the computer. What surprised him was that he had actually done all the six pages he was responsible for this month. He kept dragging his hand to take care of others' progress.

After reading the manuscript, Zhang Sheng was already completely familiar with his work. He felt that the pictures he had chosen were not very good. If he was handed over to the editor for processing, he would be even more unreadable. Log in to the gallery and couldn't remember the password, he stood up and knocked on the partition next to him.

"Mr. Zhao, what is the password for the picture gallery?"

Next door is a serious office worker, suit, tie, leather shoes and briefcase, with an English name, daily coffee and tea only in British bags.

Lao Zhao looked down on anyone and was looked down upon by anyone. He thought it was because of his baldness. He never thought about why he was not sociable. Only Zhang Sheng was willing to sit with him. Zhang Sheng was willing to sit next to him, so he wanted to be quiet. Lao Zhao basically did not take the initiative to chat except for what he had bought.

He doesn't make much money, and he doesn't make much money when he can show off.

After asking for the password, logging in to the gallery, and continuing to work, the morning passed soon. As soon as the lunch break came, Zhang Sheng picked up his phone, and Xiao Qiao had already called over there.

"Zhang Sheng, what happened last night?"

"I fell while taking a shower. I didn't hear your phone number. I didn't want you to worry, so I didn't call back. Now it's okay."

"Did you fall so badly?" Xiao Qiao was a little nervous.

"I can barely type, but I can't do heavy work, so I have to raise it for a few days."

"I'll accompany you to the hospital to see it, don't hurt the bones."

"It's not that much, I'm not that stingy." Zhang Sheng had been treated in the mirror main interface and knew that he would be fine. He regretted telling Xiao Qiao that he was injured, which made her worried.

"Come and pick me up tonight, I have to see you."

"unit?"

"Wait for me outside."

"Okay." Zhang Sheng had already planned to go there, but it didn't matter if he waited outside, and he had to register when he went in, so he thought it was troublesome.

During lunch, Zhang Sheng learned about what great material abundance is.

There are six staple dishes, rice and noodles steamed rice and noodles, and there are fruit drinks and even a bottle of beer. It is said that you will not allow leftovers, but Zhang Sheng saw a few old guys taking some buns away. Isn’t this the rest?

Eat casually, and charge ten yuan symbolically for a meal.

The magazine will issue a lunch subsidy of 300 yuan a month, but it will not be enough to spend it at the unit. What can you eat outside with 300 yuan? Stir-fried liver sesame cakes? Or a bowl of noodles?

The afternoon meeting was held, and it was indeed about travel. However, without Zhang Sheng and the others, they were all the old people, and the young employees paid bonuses as compensation. After the meeting, Zhang Sheng did not leave immediately. He went to the art editor to chat with the girls for a while, and then sneaked away by himself.

I went out to find a large pharmacy and asked about the scalpel. The store said there was one. Zhang Sheng asked about the model and didn't buy it immediately. I would still have to see Xiao Qiao later.

In the Wasteland Apocalypse, he usually uses scalpels as flying knives, and he gets used to the feel. If the table knife does not have skill assistance, it is okay to throw it out and smash people. Last night's experiment made him understand that the more suitable the knife feels, the better the attack effect will be. The scalpels in the old world are cheaper than the end of the world. He used this thing because it is difficult to recycle the flying knives during battles and are expensive and cannot afford to play.

If he doesn't care about money, he also wants to throw it away with a floating blade as a stone.

Zhang Sheng took a bus and arrived near Xiao Qiao's unit. He took a casual look at the newsstand on the roadside. He bought a morning newspaper and another book of Wulin magazine. He sat down in the flower bed on the roadside and opened the magazine to take a look. There were many tricks and illustrations in the magazine. Zhang Sheng found it interesting to confirm the company's fighting skills and felt that the company's things were reliable.

It’s not that the things in the magazine are too fake. Even if they are real, they are used for combat between humans, and fighting with monsters is meaningless.

In the end of the wasteland, many humans are monsters themselves.

Can you use the mantis box to deal with the mutant pig? Can you use the ground to punch the python that is more than ten meters long? If you don’t mutate, you have to rely on technology. Pure punches and feet cannot beat the elephant.

Zhang Sheng flipped into the magazine and found that there were many advertisements selling cold weapons. There were those who specialize in selling flying knives, but there were no such things as floating blades. Floating blades were designed by Tianjin companies. If you want the same specifications, you probably have to make them yourself. Fortunately, this era is extremely rich in material and raw materials are easy to obtain.

"Zhang Sheng!" Someone called him behind him. Zhang Sheng suddenly turned around, thought for a while, and then suddenly realized.

"Officer Lee?"

The woman in front of her was wearing a short skirt, long boots, a ponytail on her head, and a shirt with a small collar on her upper body was Li Feiyan who interrogated him yesterday. Today she smiled brightly and was even more beautiful, but the prompt was still a line of bright red handwriting.

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

Yesterday's Mirror's tips are meaningful. If the target is not hostile to Zhang Sheng, Zhang Sheng cannot challenge it. In other words, Li Feiyan smiled very fakely, and her attitude towards Zhang Sheng has never changed.

"Why are you sitting here?" Li Feiyan asked.

"Wait for someone."

"Waiting for your girlfriend, why don't you wait?" Li Feiyan smiled and carried a faint fragrance on her body. In the end of the wasteland, few people spray perfume, which would attract the attention of monsters.

"Sit." Zhang Sheng patted the edge of the flower bed beside him, and Li Feiyan really sat down.

"Give a cigarette." Zhang Sheng continued.

Li Feiyan took out a cigarette from her small bag. Zhang Sheng took it and made a ignition gesture. Li Feiyan took out the lighter again, opened the metal cover with a ticking sound, and Zhang Sheng lit the cigarette in her hand.

"What are you here for?"

"Apologize and invite you to dinner."

"No." Zhang Sheng didn't want to get entangled with Li Feiyan. Although he killed Zhang Sheng, he still had a ghost in his heart. Li Feiyan is an official identity and he came to this era.

"Don't interfere, give me a chance. I don't want your girlfriend to find someone to sue me." Li Feiyan actually acted coquettishly!

Zhang Sheng was stunned for a moment. Xiao Qiao was really in trouble with her? This is not good. He didn't want to offend Li Feiyan, no matter how Li Feiyan's attitude towards him.

"What will happen if she sues you?" Zhang Sheng asked.

"I have to apologize to you."

"What's the difference between that and now?"

"It's public funds now, and I have to pay it myself if she sues me."

Zhang Sheng was speechless. He rolled up the magazine and newspaper and stuffed it into his bag. Li Feiyan asked him what he was, and Zhang Sheng said it was a martial arts magazine.

"You still like this?"
Chapter completed!