The end of the world begins with failing an exam

But it was only a few dozen minutes.

After the dark clouds appeared, the temperature in the mountains began to drop rapidly, and even the wind began to be a bit cold.

Based on his experience in the mountains when he was a child, it was likely to rain heavily...

"It's time to walk faster..."

Chen Jing took a deep breath, and began to speed up his pace with his backpack on his back, heading straight for the village.

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[Countdown to return to the examination room: 239 hours, 15 minutes and 21 seconds]

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The village where Chen Jing and his family lived was called Shaozizhai, and this name was also derived from the "Sentinel Ridge" that stretched nearby.

"I'm back again..."

Standing at the entrance of the village, Chen Jing couldn't help but stop and look at the entire village from a distance with a complicated expression.

This place is not quite the same as the village in his memory.

It's more desolate and more dilapidated.

Shaozizhai has never been rich.

You can get a glimpse of this from these ruins.

The quality of most self-built houses is not as good as those villages with tourist resources nearby.

More than half of the houses in Shaozi Village are still gray and old brick houses.

On the outer walls of these dilapidated houses, there is a circle of rusty iron sheets with various advertisements printed on them, which will make a rustling sound when the wind blows.

In Chen Jing's memory.

Originally, there were about a hundred families living here.

But just after the millennium, those who could move away moved away one after another.

The young people in the village chose to work in the city.

After they have established a foothold in the city and have stable jobs and financial resources, these young people will choose to move away with their families.

Until the end, only Chen Jing's family was left here.

"This place is so deserted that I can hardly recognize it..." Chen Jing sighed and continued to walk forward.

Chen Jing's house is in the deepest part of Shaozi Village. He walked along the old road for nearly ten minutes before he reached the halfway point of the mountain.

At this moment, raindrops have begun to fall in the foggy sky, and the humid air makes him feel cold all over.

Chen Jing couldn't help but put on the hood on his backpack.

The air that hit him was filled with the smell of rain gradually soaking through the soil.

Soon.

He stopped outside the gate of the old house halfway up the mountain.

Looking at the brick house in front of him that was eroded beyond recognition by the humid climate in the mountains, Chen Jing felt an indescribable strangeness.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Chen Jing opened his mouth and blew a breath of hot air on his hands, then pushed open the rusty red iron gate outside the yard without hesitation.

With a creak.

The leg-high weeds were bent down by the iron gate.

The melted rust and the warped paint mixed with the rain, dyeing Chen Jing's hands rusty red like blood, and even had an unpleasant iron smell like blood.

The anti-theft door of the house in the yard still had a couplet from a few years ago.

But the word "Fu" disappeared.

It should have fallen to the ground and been blown away by the wind at some point.

"The old man is so lazy..."

Chen Jing fumbled for the key in his backpack.

Standing in front of the security door, Chen Jing looked around at the overgrown courtyard and sighed.

"If outsiders see this place... they will probably think it has been abandoned for several years... at least clean it up..."

As he said this, Chen Jing inserted the key into the lock and gently turned it to open the rusty security door.

But before he could completely open the door, the action of opening the door stopped abruptly.

Because he felt as if his head was blocked by something...

Cold, hard, and rough.

It only took one shot to smash his head.

"This is a big deal..."

Chen Jing looked at the black muzzle in front of him in confusion, and then glanced at the person standing in the door.

"Is it popular to carry guns when burglarizing now?"

Chapter 50 Grandpa's former colleague

Chen Jing did not doubt that this gun could instantly smash his head, and at the same time he did not think he could survive after being shot in the head...

After all, this is not that strange other world.

If he was really shot dead by the other party, there would be no old crazy grandfather in the real world who could rush to save him.

And based on his own understanding of the "old descendants"...

Although the old descendants all have the ability to "heal themselves", the lower the sequence level, the more limited the ability of "healing" is.

Chen Jing even doubted his own self-healing ability. He could only speed up the recovery of some minor injuries, such as scratches or sprains...

He was shot in the head at close range and still alive?

That should be something that only the old descendants of higher sequences can do...

"Let's talk it out. There's no need to use knives and guns."

Chen Jing raised his hands high, looking harmless. The backpack on his back trembled twice, as if something was crawling inside.

"Take whatever you want in the room. I still have a few hundred yuan in cash in my wallet, and there's still..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

The middle-aged man in the door spoke, still not intending to put down the gun, but just stepped back two steps to make way for Chen Jing.

"Come in."

"Okay, I'll come in, be careful not to get fired..." Chen Jing pretended to be scared, and walked in carefully along the door frame. His right hand touched the backpack inadvertently, and he comforted Bai Aji in his heart.

"Don't come out yet."

Chen Jing knew that Bai Aji could hear his thoughts, so he said his plan in his heart.

"If you come out rashly, I will be in danger. If there is a misfire, you will be dead. Wait for him to put down the gun first, and I will ask you to come out. If you come out again..."

As soon as Chen Jing finished speaking, he felt that the squirming in the backpack had become noticeably smaller.

He knew that Baiaji had understood what he said.

After entering the house.

Chen Jing found that the place was still the same as before, with no changes in the home furnishings, except for the addition of a few familiar people.

Seeing the middle-aged man put down his gun and turn around to close the door, Chen Jing breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to let Bai Aji come out.

These people are not thieves.

Chen Jing could tell it before he even entered the door.

The middle-aged man who put the gun to his head before was dressed extremely well.

That well-fitting suit was not ordinary in terms of material and style. If you put aside the gun, he was actually more like an old man who had been in shopping malls for a long time.

As for the other three people in the room.

One of them, a man and a woman, both had faces from Asia.

Black hair and yellow skin.

Wear simple hiking clothes.

They stood arm-in-arm next to the TV cabinet, probably a couple.

Because Chen Jing saw them kissing secretly just now.

The old man at the end...

Blond and wearing glasses.

Wearing a heavy knitted jacket, his gentle and graceful movements exude elegance, and he is holding a book full of English in his hands.

"Professor Smith, this guy seems to be Chen Boxu's grandson. I have seen his picture in the information."

The man who had put a gun to Chen Jing's head came over and was looking at Chen Jing with vigilant eyes, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Child, I didn't scare you, did I?"

Old Smith closed the book and raised his eyes to look at Chen Jing. The smile on his face was very kind and he spoke Chinese extremely fluently.

Before Chen Jing could say anything, Smith stood up and walked towards him.

Ignoring the dissuasion of others around him, he came to Chen Jing and held Chen Jing's hand.

"I am your grandfather's colleague, a former colleague."

"Does he have colleagues?" Chen Jing looked at the old man calmly, and then at the other three people present. "In my memory, the old man was so crazy that he never went to work. Where did he get his colleagues?"

"This kid is very courageous. He didn't pee his pants even after being hit by a gun to his head." The young man in the couple suddenly spoke up and said with a playful smile, "Professor Smith, why don't you leave the rest to us? "

"I am the person in charge of this operation." Smith smiled, but his tone became inexplicably cold. "You are only responsible for protecting my safety. You don't have to worry about other things."

"We feel it's a bit of a waste of time..." the young woman in the couple said.

The woman is not only outstanding in figure, but also extremely pretty in appearance.

But in terms of appearance, Chen Jing felt that she was not comparable to those in the other world.

Weinan, Yanque, Xuye.

Any one you pick can kill her.

"Yes, Professor, we have many means to deal with our own people..."

"Shut up."

Smith looked back at the couple, his expression gradually becoming colder.

"Qin Shan, Xu Wan, don't have any ideas about him, he is the grandson of my old friend..."

"forget it."

Qin Shan whistled playfully, jumped up on the TV cabinet, squatted down, lit a cigarette, and said with a smile.

"Your old friend hasn't seen you for many years. I heard that you had a falling out when you came back from Antarctica..."

Antarctica?

Chen Jing noticed this keyword, and what the old man said in the video suddenly came to his mind.

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"Before returning to China... yes! It was 1972! That year, I and my colleagues were hired by the Wood Private Consortium to go on an expedition to Antarctica. This is what was recorded on the ancient tablet I found in Antarctica!"

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Antarctica.

colleague.

Wood Private Consortium.