"Did I time travel?"
Fu Qingjun was stunned, looking at the calendar of the same year and day: it's August 25th, 2020.
He began to study the style of the room, which seemed to have a layout from a hundred years ago. The only thing that could confirm the era was the old-fashioned phonograph in the corner.
He slowly turned around, and instantly saw a corpse hanging in front of him, staring straight at him.
"What the hell!!"
Fu Qingjun was so scared that he stumbled backward a few steps.
The corpse was simply dressed, yet exuded a fierce air.
The calluses on the hands, the lush black hair, a body of solid bronze muscle, and most importantly, the face similar to his own, gave him a strong sense of kinship...
He suddenly had an epiphany:
This ancient ship seemed to be taking him to escape into the Parallel World, it's also August 25th here.
The corpse in front of him was me in this Parallel World?
"Calm down, calm down! First, I need to understand where I am!"
He forced himself to calm down and took out the ancient ship that gave him a sense of security, it was still as delicate and compact, heavily exhaling a deep breath,
"The continuously rotating compass needle has completely stalled, dim and lifeless, but the anchor on the ship..."
had disappeared.
Vaguely, the ship transmitted images:
A water-blue planet resembling Earth from high above, countless ancient Immortal Gods continued to die in battle on the ancient ship, staining the ship with blood, and the ancient ship defiled by evil, ultimately fragmenting as it fell into the void....
"Corpses piling up, blood flowing like seas... this is the history of the ancient ship? Its owner was killed by something..." He frowned, put the ship away, suspending it again around his neck, carefully hiding it, "Could it really be escaping, at all costs, escaping into our world?"
Was there truly something terrifying descending, causing the apocalypse on Earth?
Could I return to save them, rescue people in the post-apocalyptic ruins?
So many questions and confusions. Fu Qingjun paused for a while, then carefully examined the corpse:
This is me, without a doubt.
But this world's 'me' is probably up to a height of one meter ninety.
The whole body is extraordinarily muscular, giving a sense of extreme solidity and strength, like a dock laborer, the muscles are streamlined and slender.
Fu Qingjun tentatively squatted down, reaching out his fingertips to touch the corpse, still warm,
"This body obviously isn't trained in a gym, it's covered in knife wounds, there's a black dragon tattoo on the shoulder, extending over the shoulder? Like those street thugs... Could it be that I'm a wanderer of the street life?"
Clearly, I arrived just after the death, the timing seemed perfectly synchronized, was this ship seeking the Parallel World where 'I' had just died?
"What is the origin of this ancient ship, could it be so strong and beyond understanding?" Fu Qingjun kept pondering, frantically thinking about the strange and unknown situation ahead.
Soon, as he touched it, a cold stream surged from the corpse's body into his own, merging into his brain.
Bang!!
A headache far exceeding previous levels suddenly followed.
The soul of the other party was merging in.
His brain felt as if a mischievous child had lifted the lid of a well, thrown in a hundred firecrackers and capped the well again, thoroughly bursting open with crackling sounds.
Fu Qingjun's skull hurt for a while before slightly easing.
He glanced in the mirror beside him.
At this moment, his entire head had lost its hair, eyes were sunken with dark rings, eyes filled with bulging blood vessels,
"It's getting worse; my weak head is bearing the load of a mature, large soul that shouldn't be endured at my age!!"
"If I don't find a way to handle such a large soul, forget about growing hair or easing the headache... I feel I'm about to die now."
He took a breath and still sorted out the "legacy" of himself in this world.
The memories were incomplete, extremely fragmented.
"Here is also 2020, but evidently, civilization has lagged by about a hundred years, it should be analogous to 1920; it seems this world is still in the period of World War II?"
"And also, why did this 'me' hang himself?" Fu Qingjun felt puzzled.
Obviously, the best move now is to inherit his legacy and identity.
And how to destroy this corpse?
He tried to recall what he learned in seventeen years, "Unfortunately, I haven't watched many episodes of Conan...."
Sulfuric acid?
Crusher?
Thrown down the drain?
Frame the neighbor next door as a murderer, then create alibi for myself?
"Indeed, one regrets not reading enough when books are urgently needed." He somewhat wanted to try asking for the opinions of the three masters by posting online.
Especially the third master who ended up in prison because of picking up sanitary pads everywhere, certainly very adept at this sort of thing, must be able to give myself an optimal solution.
He vaguely felt he could still contact the small ship.
This ship had dropped its anchor, seemingly opening a tunnel between the two Parallel Worlds, time flowed completely; he could return to the previous land, even go back to post.
But there seemed to be a layer of film, requiring some condition...
"Will it be useful if I go back immediately?"
He hesitated.
If it's really the apocalypse, isn't going back immediately seeking death?
The nuclear explosion over there had already turned the place into wasteland, are there many survivors left?
Who else can I save, save the two masters who have accompanied me for seventeen years? And my parents?
His mind was in a mess, without the chance to analyze it deeply, when a knocking sound came from outside the door.
Knock knock knock.
"Brother Fu, are you inside? I heard a loud noise."
Fu Qingjun felt a bit panicked hearing the voice.
Fu Qingjun, that's his name in this world.
Setting aside the crisis of Earth in ruins, he was currently facing a crisis in this very room: it was like being at an alternative crime scene.
"In the spirit of the deceased, please do not blame me."
He clasped his hands and bowed once, hurriedly trying to push this incredibly sturdy corpse, but he was stunned.
It wouldn't budge!
This person must be about three hundred pounds heavy, with muscle density as hard as rocks, he felt like he was trying to move a marble statue.
The me in this world, am I a martial arts master from the WWII era?
Fu Qingjun was dumbfounded.
Knock knock knock knock!
"Brother Fu, what's happening inside? Did you hurt yourself practicing martial arts again?"
An anxious voice came from outside.
"Damn it." Fu Qingjun suddenly grabbed scissors and cut the hanging rope. With a loud crash, the entire body hit the ground hard, making the floor seem to tremble fiercely.
"Brother Fu, what's happening in there?"
The voice outside sounded even more urgent.
Knock knock knock!!
The knocks grew louder.
Fu Qingjun naturally got into the mindset of destroying the evidence: First, pretend he's still alive! I'll deal with the body later, throw it into a river, bury it in the ground or something.
After all, apart from the physique, the face is exactly the same.
He simply dragged the body with difficulty to the bed bottom, stepping up a small stool to boost his height to six foot two, then slowly opened the door a crack, only showing his head.
Creaaak.
A slim and fit tall girl appeared outside.
Fu Qingjun, based on fragmented memories, vaguely remembered that she was the granddaughter of the widow who lived in apartment 307 next door, named Li Mo, a dance teacher from the old neighborhood.
"Fu... Brother?"
Li Mo looked suspiciously at this bald Brother Fu in front of her, feeling his aura had inexplicably become much softer, as if he had gotten younger without that harsh look, rather like a tender young man. She hesitantly asked, "Your hair, why is it all gone?"
"Didn't think it useful, so I shaved it off."
Fu Qingjun tried to make his voice serious and cold, yet couldn't shake off the youthful look on his face, even with a somewhat childish tone, "What do you need to do?"
Li Mo seriously stared at Fu Qingjun again, hesitating.
Clearly a smart and vigilant woman, her intuition told her something was off, she craned her neck to look inside while saying, "Brother Fu, you seem less fierce than before, why has your expression become so gentle, did something happen..."
"I'm gentle now because my gentleness is just for you." Fu Qingjun said.
Li Mo was completely stunned.
Her thought process seemed interrupted, instantly disoriented.
Yet not giving her the chance to ponder or ease into finding abnormality...
"I love you." Fu Qingjun continued, sticking his head out through the door crack.
She was thoroughly stunned, her clear, pretty eyes filled with shock!
Her face turned red like an apple, feeling uneasy, suddenly taking a deep breath, bowing politely and seriously apologizing, "Brother Fu... the two of us are not suitable! You can find someone better."
"No worries."
Fu Qingjun received the good person card without minding it, still cautiously like an ostrich, only showing his head through the door crack, continuing to seriously stare into her eyes, "You just remember, my gentle youthful face, only shows for you alone in private! My cute childish voice speaks only for you alone! Don't tell anyone about this, this is our... little secret."
"Ah! Oh... I won't say." Li Mo exclaimed, her face completely red.
After all, she had rejected him, how could she tell others around, she was not the gossiping type... but this fierce and domineering man is being too gentle with me, his voice is so tender and soft to me...
Fu Qingjun looked satisfied with her expression.
Mental game?
No fear.
The three masters have always taught me social interaction and how to face bosses, friends for seventeen years, it really works!
They surely didn't deceive me, this is indeed the way to conduct oneself!
As the great master said, as long as I am not embarrassed, the one who is embarrassed must be someone else.
The second master was also right, no matter how smart a woman is, no matter what she perceives, once love is mentioned, she loses her mind. Just leave her awkward and her heart is thrown into chaos.
"By the way, why were you looking for me?" Fu Qingjun changed the subject, but his voice remained youthful and clear.
"No-nothing much, I just wanted to follow you and do odd jobs at the train station, I've learned quite a few characters, I think my accounting ability and guest adaptability talent are quite high, can you give me a hand..." Li Mo hesitated, after all, saying this at this time might feel a bit out of place...
"I understand, I'll think about it, give you an answer tomorrow." Fu Qingjun reached out and was about to close the door, "Now that you've rejected me, let me calm down."
"Okay, okay."
She was relieved and quickly wanted to leave, not wanting to stay any longer.
But she suddenly seemed to have seen something terrifying, suddenly looking at Fu Qingjun's hand extended to pull the door, exclaimed in shock, "Fu... Brother Fu! Why is your wrist so delicate, where's your Vermilion Sand?"
Fu Qingjun was puzzled.