Erosion

Jiang Shan looked at the weird timer in her hand. Now she was the only one who had this prop in her hand. The words flashed in Jiang Shan's mind again.

"As long as you can find the right time, you can take everyone out."

It turns out that everything is foreshadowed?

So now only Jiang Shan is most likely to use this weird timing device to indirectly direct everyone and lead everyone to find the so-called "right" time to go out.

But Jiang Shan herself was in a state where she was not fully aware of it. She could only give Zhao Ying confidence and dispel her fear, "Zhao Ying, what is the predecessor of this school?"

Before the school was built, this land must have been used for other purposes, right? Jiang Shan couldn't figure out why a school would suddenly become a place where all of them were lost in time and space.

Zhao Ying is now holding her eyes open: "Predecessor? I don't know..."

This school has been the Beijing-Hong Kong No. 2 Middle School for at least 20 years. She is about the same age as Zhao Ying, and she is not a native of Beijing and Hong Kong. Even if she looked at the information about this school on the way here, it did not introduce it in detail. This was before the school was built.

The information was limited, and Jiang Shan didn't know where to look for clues. She was originally the least good at copywriting in the team.

Jiang Shan felt that although the small device in his hand was really small, it seemed to be extremely precise. Jiang Shan had tried to turn it with his hands before, but the seemingly small pointer was extremely hard and sharp, and the surrounding dial scales were all Incomprehensible patterns.

"Why does it go backwards every thousand times..." No more, no less, exactly one thousand times.

What does it represent?

"Zhao Ying, how long have we been talking for?" Jiang Shan suddenly asked.

Zhao Ying paused: "I'm not sure... probably, five minutes?"

One minute and sixty seconds, five minutes and three hundred seconds, three hundred times, one thousand times, the average is sixteen minutes six six six six six six seven...

Jiang Shan's brain hurts again, and he regresses by one second every 16 minutes on average. What does this mean? Especially later, it must be accurate to 0.000000 seconds.

How is it possible to remember this?

"Ashan."

"Ashan."

Jiang Shan didn't even notice that Zhao Ying suddenly called her twice in succession.

"Ashan, the blood on the ground has stopped."

Zhao Ying stared at the ground. The blood stain that had been spreading suddenly stopped without warning. The edge still retained the "momentum" flowing outward, but it seemed to be suddenly blocked by an invisible barrier. .

Like the flow of water when you fall to the ground, suddenly there is deathly silence.

This only deepened Zhao Ying's uneasiness, "Why did it stop suddenly?"

Jiang Shan was stunned for a long time when he heard Zhao Ying say that the blood suddenly stopped flowing. "Don't panic, this is not necessarily a bad thing."

What Zhao Ying is thinking about now is the result that scares her the most. If the blood really belongs to Lao Gao, and suddenly the blood stains stop moving, could it be Lao Gao...

Jiang Shan also knew what Zhao Ying would be thinking now. Not to mention Zhao Ying, even Jiang Shan himself couldn't help but think about that possibility.

No, no, nothing will happen to Gao Wenwu, and nothing will happen to any of them.

"Is it possible... that time has stopped?" Jiang Shan took a deep breath and thought of a possibility.

The flowing blood suddenly stopped, it was more like the scene Zhao Ying saw had stopped.

Zhao Ying is now in Class 2 and Class 3 of Senior High School, and has seen scenes of Class 2 and 3 of Senior High School at different points in time, but there are great restrictions on this. Jiang Shan saw the "timer" in his hand again.

"Ashan?" Zhao Ying started to panic when she couldn't hear Jiang Shan's voice. "What did you just say, stop time?"

Jiang Shan could only guess now, "Zhao Ying, Zhao Ying, listen to me, time, time may be slowing down."

If the time dislocation was real, none of them could predict what they would see next.

Time is misplaced, we are in the same space, but we can't see each other. Zhao Ying was able to see the blood stains with an ultraviolet flashlight, which was considered a cheat and a bug, because blood is such a special existence that as long as it flows down, it can never be eliminated, even with time.

(Refer to various criminal investigation luminol reagents, etc.)

"The stillness of the blood may be a big key."

Every thousand times, one second goes back. Jiang Shan cannot decipher everything here for the time being, but going back means going back in time.

Can time go back? Even if it doesn't go backwards, it will slow down and... stagnate.

Jiang Shan didn't dare to talk about time loop time machines, but this weird device went back one second every time and really gave people an unfounded hope.

"Zhao Ying, do you still remember how long it took us to get here?" At this time, Jiang Shan remembered a very crucial thing.

All of them seemed to have seriously ignored this matter.

"A long time..." Zhao Ying's voice was a little dazed, "Including the time when the vehicle broke down and refueled, we have been here for a long time." At least ten hours.

Jiang Shan finally asked the key that she had ignored: "Then, how long have we been here?"

Zhao Ying was even more stunned. For a long time, it only felt like a long time. After arriving here, their sense of time had been consumed between waking up and falling asleep repeatedly. "It feels like it has been many days..." Zhao Ying murmured .

Even, there is a kind of forever.

Jiang Shan's eager voice poured into Zhao Ying's ears: "Remember the Beijing-Hong Kong Guards who rushed back to the base?! They rushed back to the base that should be far away almost in time the next day! How did they do it! ?”

Zhao Ying looked stunned.

The signal from the earphones seems to have become unstable, with a lot of sizzling current noise appearing again.

"Ah, Ah Shan..." Zhao Ying's voice also seemed to come from a very far away place.

Jiang Shan also noticed something strange, and even paced back and forth in the room. The skeleton on the seat looked at her quietly, as if after a long enough time, all the panic, fear, and race against time had become insignificant.

"Why did they give us 'ten days' so long when we came?!"

"It is said that the Beijing and Hong Kong Guards were ambushed here, but if they encountered the same situation as us, being trapped in time and experiencing despair, how could they be able to escape so quickly the next day? Return to your living base?!”

Moreover, the direct losses were heavy and only half of them returned.

Jiang Shan thought about it and only one answer came to mind, "Zhao Ying! As long as we go out, as long as we can go out, all this will be possible! The so-called 'long time' will return to normal!"

Time is a ball, not sequence and cause and effect.

Time is not linear, just like the earth is a sphere.

Jiang Shan's head was hurting. All the tiny clues from the past were woven into a big net in her mind. She wanted to say it all, but she actually didn't know what she was talking about.

Until Zhao Ying said faintly on the intercom: "Ashan, I'm sleepy."

These words seemed to hit Jiang Shan's Tianling Gai harder than lightning.

"I'm so tired, my eyelids... are so heavy."

Zhao Ying had been holding on for a long time, but her eyelids were becoming increasingly inoperable.

"Don't sleep, Zhao Ying, listen to me, don't sleep!" Jiang Shan felt that his blood was running cold.

Zhao Ying seemed to have begun to feel numb: "You will die if you don't sleep. You will die anyway."

Since we are all going to die, why are we still struggling like this? She was really, really tired. too tired.

Jiang Shan sat down on the ground holding the walkie-talkie. Her eyes were dull, as if she had received the most severe blow... But the difference between dying here and dying outside is that you can't be reincarnated if you die here.