Chapter 294

Dizzy, dazzling, colorful brilliance, as if some kind of energy flows in the body. Countless strange pictures are instantly crushed into points, like a pot of thick porridge with sesame floating on the surface, stirred, and then chaotic into gray that can no longer distinguish black and white.

"! waiting for Yuanyong, you will meet me here when you are free..." is Ke Ke's voice? But every word echoed in my ears was read backwards, and then mixed with countless noises, it began to fill my eardrum, like someone pressed the fast broadcast function of audio files.

Hao Zhi got up from the ground and felt a little weightless. The soles of his feet were soft like stepping on a ball of cotton. His ears were ringing fiercely, buzzing to block the voices of the people around him.

Where is this

Who am I

Hao Zhi, like a man who had been batting at the top of his head, giggled at the crowd around him. Slowly, he began to feel some temperature, hot, dry hot wind blowing on his face, and there was a delicate smell of dust.

Voice, the onlookers are still talking and pointing.

"Who is this? Why are you drunk early in the morning? One man and one woman must have done nothing good!"

"Yes, strange clothes. Can't you be a foreigner?"

"How do you know that they are all overseas Chinese and Chinese beauties..."

"Chinese American..."

"Yes, yes..."

Hao Zhi looked down. He was still wearing the 2026 space Department uniform made of high elastic nano materials. It was light, thin and strong. The style was a little too advanced.

Most of the people in front of them are big blouses, black or green wide crotch pants. Some men wear old blue autumn clothes or white and blue navy long sleeved shirts. What era is this... Hao Zhi tries to search for relevant information from his memory. Since the year he was born, these clothes have long been something only in very old TV dramas

A man and a woman? By the way, the man mentioned a man and a woman!

Regardless of what others said, Hao Zhi hurriedly pulled away the crowd and saw song Xiaojia who was still unconscious on the ground. He went over, picked her up from the ground, patted her face and shouted vaguely, "Jiajia, wake up!"

"Oh, it's shameless. You dare to hug on the street, young people now..." an old man and an old woman in the crowd accused angrily.

"Stand up!" suddenly, Hao Zhi was startled by a fierce roar on his head. He slowly raised his head and saw two policemen in green squeeze in from the crowd. "It's immoral in broad daylight! Don't you know the recent crackdown? Get up and come back to the station with us!"

Hao Zhi was having a terrible headache and rolled his eyes. "Don't you see she's still dizzy? Blind?"

"Oh! You have a good temper! Cuff me!" the older policeman who took the lead ordered the recruits behind him.

"Dare you!" Hao Zhi was also angry. He simply put down song Xiaojia and stood up shakily.

"What's your power? You're so drunk that you dare to play your capitalist style?" the old policeman poked him with his hand in disdain.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Who can you be? The parasite of socialism! The poison of capitalism! After drinking foreign ink for two days, you don't know who you are? Why, you want to play this game on my land? Go back and clean you up!" the old policeman waved his hand impatiently. The little policeman obediently took the silver handcuffs from his waist and pulled Hao Zhi's hand.

"Get out of my way!" Hao Zhi grabbed the little policeman's wrist and pushed him around his arms. Fortunately, he was caught by the crowd and made a big red face.

However, Hao Zhi obviously felt that his actions were uncoordinated. The sequelae of this time-space trip continued. With his usual skills, the little policeman would have flown out of the crowd.

As soon as he did this, four or five guys in police uniforms rushed in from outside the crowd. Their movements were clean and quick. When he grabbed them, he pressed Hao Zhi to lie on the ground. The handcuffs clicked and locked. Then he cut his arms on his back and lifted them. Hao Zhi bared his teeth in pain.

In the distance, an old green military jeep came and stopped in front of it. The crowd dodged a road and watched the people's police take the two "pests" into the car.

Hao Zhi squints out of the window. The sky is green, the water is blue, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. There is no aftertaste of the doomsday Volcanic Dust Haze in the air. There is warmth from the sun everywhere. Although the underdeveloped city is clean and tidy, the buildings are not high. You can see the edge of the city at a glance. A wide red banner is pulled in one corner of the square: warmly celebrate the 34th International Labor Day of new China.

"Labor Day? May day?" Hao Zhi whispered.

"Hum, you haven't been silly. I don't rest and work overtime to prevent people like you from making trouble until today's festival!" laughed the policeman with a moustache opposite.

"You're stupid!" Hao Zhi contradicted angrily. Moustache swung the bus palm and slapped a sticker on his face, which made Hao Zhi's eyes shine with stars.

"You dare to be so arrogant when you get to the car. OK, wait. Go back to the Bureau and I'll let you have a good taste of what people are * * * *!"

Hao Zhi was slapped. Instead of being angry, he smiled. He stared at the moustache and made fun of himself.

"What are you laughing at?" moustache stared and wanted to beat him, didn't he?

"Who is waiting for who is not sure..." Hao Zhi continued to Hei hei Di Le, glancing at Song Xiaojia, who is still unconscious on the sofa. "When she wakes up, you can slap her? I bet you don't dare!"

Moustache looked back at Song Xiaojia in a coma, showing a strange expression... Just such a girl, not big, can't she eat me?

The jeep shook the scattered door and drove into the police station. It was a very old quadrangle. The name of the unit was written on a white wooden board at the door. Hao Zhi was picked up from the car and stuffed into a room. Song Xiaojia was not locked with him, presumably to prevent cross confessions.

There is only a long wooden bench in the room. The land is paved with green bricks. It has been trampled for many years. The ground is uneven. Looking out through the wooden window of the room, a cluster of potted plants in the yard are blooming like blooming blood.

Hao Zhi suddenly remembered the artificial flowers and plants in the underwater crystal city. The genetically cultivated products all looked the same, with lifeless leaves like plastic.

After a while, the moustache brought two more people to push the door in. Hao Zhizao was no longer a child in those years. From the other party's expression, we know that this is the first class. It is estimated that we should first destroy the prestige of our public resistance and talk about something else.

Sure enough, the three men blocked the door and didn't speak. They slowly surrounded Hao Zhi.

"Boy, I don't think you're dignified with handcuffs?" moustache scolded and kicked him. Hao Zhi's physical discomfort has been basically eliminated at this time. How can he stand and let him kick? So brush a side to avoid, the other two young people saw that he dared to resist, so Hula rushed up.

"Click!" there was a crisp sound. Before he could understand what was going on, Hao Zhi put his hand in his arms and stuck a cold dagger to his neck. He was not stupid. He knew by feeling that it was not a frightening toy.

"Move! Move again and see?" Hao Zhi broke his chin with one hand and stuck the cold Yinggang dagger on his artery. The other two guys were stunned. Handcuffs. By the way, where are his handcuffs?

If you look more carefully, the chain in the middle of the handcuffs has already been cut off like noodles by a dagger.

God, what kind of knife is this