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Chapter 1 Maybe I Came At The Wrong Time

"Anchor failed!"

Wang Yunxiao opened his eyes and stared silently at the wooden board above his head.

This is a bunk bed that was only available in student dormitories. The workmanship is crude and rough, and the wood board material is also poor.If this kind of thing is hung on a salted fish, even if it costs 50 yuan to mail in the wallet, no one may want it...

What is salted fish?

He tried to repair the broken memories in his mind.

The last memory in my mind was when I was 16 years old. I stole two ounces of meat oil from the kitchen at home, put it in a squeeze bottle of cosmetics borrowed from my classmate, brought it to school, and carefully applied it on the back door of the class. Exterior floor tiles.

If nothing else goes wrong, when the class teacher comes to peek 10 minutes later and sees the students sitting at the back door playing with their mobile phones, he will habitually kick the door with his legs up...

But why was it not the head teacher who had the accident, but himself?

Wang Yunxiao's intuition told him that he might have traveled through time.

This was not his own body, and it had no memory of the original owner. What was even more troublesome was that even his own memory was incomplete.

It’s not even necessarily true.

...So where is my system?

Wang Yunxiao called silently in his heart, but there was no response.

This start seems a bit difficult.

He lay motionless on the bed, turned his eyes slightly, and began to collect all the information around him.

The first step is to determine the identity of the original owner.

It was pitch dark all around, it must be at night, it was already dark outside the window, but you could vaguely see more than one bunk bed in the room.

The clothes he was wearing were of poor quality, probably handmade coarse cloth.The quilt on my body is also very thin, but the weather is not cold...

"Big brother?"

"Brother is awake!"

Suddenly someone yelled next to him, which almost scared Wang Yunxiao into cardiopulmonary arrest.

He turned around and saw a tiger-headed boy lying by his window, trembling with excitement and tears filling his eyes.

As soon as he howled out, six or seven naked men rushed out from around him, surrounding Wang Yunxiao in the center.

If someone hadn't lit the candle in time, Wang Yunxiao would have almost thought that he had traveled to some kind of detention center or pyramid scheme den...

With the dim candlelight, he could barely see clearly. It turned out that he was surrounded by young, sallow and skinny children, the oldest of whom was only twelve or thirteen years old.

"What are you shouting about?"

Wang Yunxiao sat up quietly and glanced at his hands and feet from the corner of his eye.

As expected, I felt something was wrong when I was lying on the bed just now, and my body was not too old.

So this should be a school, or...an orphanage?

"What happened to me just now?"

Wang Yunxiao realized that he must use this precious time to figure out where he was and what happened.

"Brother, didn't you say you would take us to the cafeteria to eat meat at night? Who would have thought that you would sleep so soundly that you couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed."

The little boy lying in front of his bed just now said aggrievedly: "If I hadn't seen you still breathing, I would have thought you were dead!"

Then you should go find an adult or call 120!
Looking at his big eyes moving around, he doesn't look like a fool. The reason why he didn't choose to do this must be because he didn't have the conditions to do so.

Wang Yunxiao glanced around and saw that the children around him had clear and straightforward eyes. No one subconsciously dodge or doubt, which shows that his eldest brother's position in their hearts is quite stable.

Safe for now.

"I'm so confused that I can't remember anything."

He was blunt.

"Ah? Brother, you... do you still remember me? I am Ma Tuan!"

When the little boy heard this, he suddenly panicked.

"Don't panic, I just remember being slapped on the back of my head, and then I came back in a daze."

Wang Yunxiao said without changing his expression, "What happened today? Are you always with me? Who have we seen, what have we done, and what did I tell you before going to bed?"

Seeing his calm look, the children around him couldn't help but become quiet.

Wang Yunxiao noticed that their eyes were subconsciously looking at a child wearing glasses hiding behind.

The child was tall and thin, with a middle-parted hair, and a pair of broken glasses with both legs broken and tied up.He pushed aside the others and walked to Wang Yunxiao, stretched out two fingers and asked: "Brother Yuanxiao, what is this?"

"two!"

"Do you remember your name?"

Wang Yunxiao was about to answer that his name was Yuanxiao, but when the words came to his lips, he shook his head and said, "I don't remember."

"Your name is Wang Yunxiao, and we all call you Yuanxiao. I am Youtiao, he is Sesame Balls, he is Youbian, and he is Guzi..."

The boy with glasses who calls himself Youtiao introduced everyone else.

Wang Yunxiao nodded silently. It sounded like he was from the northern department, indicating that he should be in the north, and it was not a serious school, but more like a welfare institution such as an orphanage.

The welfare benefits should be pretty good. Although they look sallow and thin, they don't look like they have been suffering from hunger and malnutrition for a long time. Otherwise, you would be greedy to death just by calling their names in the middle of the night.

What needs to be determined now is the time, or age.

He was observing the surroundings, and Youtiao was also observing him, and continued: "Didn't someone bring a bunch of things two days ago? The dean wants to give us extra food. You went to the kitchen and said it was good. Now that we have eaten, let us get up in the middle of the night and eat meat and vegetables with you. Then... you fell asleep and died, and we have been waiting until now."

Wang Yunxiao didn't speak, silently digesting the information.

At this time, he heard Youtiao say again: "Brother, aren't you possessed by evil spirits?"

Wang Yunxiao asked, "Have I taken you to the kitchen before?" Everyone shook their heads.

He asked again: "Have I ever led you to open a small stove before?"

Ma Tuan hesitated and said, "What if we went down to the river to touch clams a few days ago?"

Wang Yunxiao stood up and said to the children surrounding him: "Come on, let's go to the kitchen to see if there's anything fishy or fishy to make me confused!"

Everyone immediately cheered and dispersed, crawling back to their beds to get dressed.

They were young and didn't have much to think about. Only the fried dough sticks frowned at Wang Yunxiao and whispered: "Brother, I think something is not right with you today, otherwise we should not go. Even if there is something delicious, sooner or later we will I can eat it.”

"It's not a question of whether you can eat it or not."

Wang Yunxiao waved his hand: "It's a matter of whether my words can be counted on."

He couldn't say directly that he just wanted to go to the kitchen to find a kitchen knife.

A guy who doesn't take advantage of someone will always feel uneasy.

Five minutes later, he took his brothers, who were actually a group of teenagers who were disliked by cats and dogs, and set out to conquer the kitchen.

It’s not a big problem, they’re just kids, easy to fool.

As he expected, this was indeed an orphanage, but the scale was a bit beyond his imagination.

The long corridor was hidden in the darkness, and the end was almost impossible to see.On both sides are doors that are exactly the same as those in his dormitory, damaged and worn out.This simple architectural decoration style, where he was unwilling to spend a penny more, reminded him of the teaching building of the key experimental middle school in his hometown. It was as square as a matchbox and could accommodate nearly [-] students from three grades. .

"How many people do we have here?"

Wang Yunxiao lowered his voice and asked You Tiao.

Youtiao thought for a moment and said, "Including the new arrivals today, there should be 672 people, right?"

"so much?"

This number surprised Wang Yunxiao. In his impression or common sense, there should not be so many children in a normal orphanage.

"There's a war."

Youtiao stared at Wang Yunxiao with the same surprise: "Brother, you won't even forget this, right?"

"I told you I was confused."

Wang Yunxiao asked calmly: "Who are we fighting with? Are we winning or losing?"

A war that can create so many orphans at once cannot be unknown in modern history - don't ask why it is modern history, it is stepping on concrete ground.

As long as you know who the war is with, you can basically determine the current era.

"You must be from the Mao country, and there are also the combined fleets of several other countries. But in the end we won the battle and captured Hongyanzhou, and then the president changed his name."

who?where?What?

Wang Yunxiao was confused.

Is this still Earth?
He fell silent, and the other children said nothing as they tiptoed down the corridor.

Although the eldest brother has a problem with his brain, he will not run away from the cafeteria.

When walking down the stairs, Wang Yunxiao glanced out the window again.

Outside the window is a wide playground. At the end of the playground, you can vaguely see the undulating shadows of the city buildings in the distance.

There is no moon in the sky, and the bright stars are clearly visible.

The door to the canteen is not locked, and you can enter the kitchen by walking through the canteen.

The student cafeteria is quite large, with rows of long tables and benches neatly arranged, and it is not a problem to accommodate hundreds of students eating at the same time.

This is very wrong, unless the designer anticipated the size of the orphans from the beginning, or his own inferences were not accurate enough.

A dark wind blew by, and Wang Yunxiao felt the hairs on the back of his hands stand up.

He seemed to hear something, but he wasn't sure if it was an illusion.

But out of caution, he still made a shushing gesture to the children who came with him, asking them to stop.

And he himself picked up the bench on the table and moved on.

The bench is heavy and has a sense of age. It smells like sour pickles, all of which have been starched.

Judging from the feel alone, it has been in service here for at least 20 years.

It does have sound.

When Wang Yunxiao cautiously approached the kitchen door, he was sure that he heard some kind of chewing and swallowing sound.

Maybe a rat.

Or is he a glutton who has the same idea as himself?
Wang Yunxiao walked forward slowly and passed through the narrow passage.It was a little dark here. He stretched out his hand to hold the wall and found that one side was a wall and the other side was made of wood.

Like a box, it's the kind of square wooden box used in the army to hold ammunition.

The passage turned out to be not narrow, but one side was filled with such wooden boxes.

These wooden boxes extended all the way to the back kitchen, piling up the kitchen so much that there was almost no room to stand on.When he walked to a bright place, he saw that a wooden box had been opened, with green tin cans neatly stacked inside.

Military food?It's really open to meat... But what kind of organization is this place, and how can it buy so many military cans?Is it the kind of secret base in the movies where human experiments are conducted or killers are trained?

Wang Yunxiao picked up a can and saw the three characters "luncheon meat" written in Chinese on it.

The sense of anticipation plummeted to 0 in an instant.
click-

The sound coming from the side made him suddenly turn his head and saw a figure standing next to the sink.

That wasn't the sound of a can being opened.

What the man was holding wasn't a can of luncheon meat, but a human hand.

　Thanks to my family for their support and encouragement. This book is a purely original world view, please do not be impatient.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)