Chapter 591 Source
Sure enough, all the lights in the house had no response.
"Okay, why is the power outage?" Kong Baosheng muttered to himself, "No, I have to go to the electricity bureau to see what the situation is."
"Why are you going to the electricity bureau?"
"Isn't this electricity supplied by the Electric Power Bureau? Now that the electricity can't be used, we must go to them." Kong Baosheng replied subconsciously, "Even if the circuit is broken, at least you have to ask when the call will come. ? If the electricity comes late, you have to prepare kerosene and other things in advance."
As he spoke, Kong Baosheng had already put on his coat, hurriedly left the theater and ran towards the Electric Power Bureau.
Hearing these words, Chen Ling seemed to suddenly think of something, and she froze in place.
The electricity is generated by the Electricity Bureau. If something goes wrong, go to the Electricity Bureau. This is to trace the source. Of course, if this is the case, why can't the existence of Hongchen Base be traced to its source?
The Hongchen Base is the cornerstone of the Hongchen Realm, and the Hongchen Base was established by Hongchen Lord;
If you can’t find where Hongchen’s base is, why not just ask Mr. Hongchen himself?
Chen Ling's eyes gradually brightened, and he turned around and ran to the second floor without hesitation. This sudden change stunned Li Qingshan, and he said blankly:
"Brother Lin, what are you going to do?"
"I have something to do! It's up to you to decide the repertoire of the theater these days!"
Before Chen Ling finished speaking, someone had already ran into the room and closed the door behind her back, leaving only a confused Li Qingshan standing downstairs.
He looked at Chen Ling's closed door and replied blankly:
"oh"
As Chen Ling inserted the USB flash drive into the desktop, the next moment, the familiar dark green code automatically appeared in front of his eyes:
serial number
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Chen Ling felt that her eyes quickly fell into darkness. When she regained consciousness, the surrounding scene had changed.
The first thing Chen Ling saw was a familiar flip phone screen. On the screen, she was indifferently making scissor hands, and raindrops fell on the surface, flowing downwards along her fingertips.
He returned to the moment when he was offline in the era archive last time.
Chen Ling casually closed the flap with a soft "snap" sound. She slowly stood up and looked around. Most of the museum had been reduced to ruins. In the gray drizzle, a young man was struggling to move three beds. Under the eaves.
Yao Qing finally settled Yang Xiao, Su Zhiwei, and Xiao Chunping out of the wind and rain. When he turned around, he saw Chen Ling standing there calmly.
He was stunned for a brief moment, as if he had seen a ghost.
"How come your injury healed instantly?"
Yao Qing clearly remembered that Chen Ling was covered in blood just now, with his intestines flowing out of his stomach. He looked like he was about to die and asked him if he wanted an ambulance. But he refused. When he turned around, this guy actually Completely healed? !
"I told you it was just a small injury, nothing serious."
Chen Ling waved her hand casually and walked straight to the three collapsed beds, her eyes falling on Su Zhiwei's pale face.
He only has twelve hours to enter the era archive this time. He had better ask for clues to the Hongchen Base within these twelve hours, otherwise he will miss this opportunity and the next time he enters here will be a month later.
A lot of things can happen in a month. It's hard to say whether the world of mortals will exist by then.
But it happened that Su Zhiwei had overdrawn his mental energy in the battle just now, and it was still unclear whether he could wake up in time. Now Chen Ling had no other choice but to sit here and wait, resigned to his fate.
Chen Ling sighed helplessly, walked to the doorstep alone and sat down, looking at the gray sky and falling into silence.
"No, what do you mean by sighing?" Yao Qing suddenly became anxious. He ran to Chen Ling and couldn't help but ask, "What happened to them? Tell me the truth, I can handle it!"
"What a mess." Chen Ling glanced at him, "They were mentally exhausted and passed out. Haven't you seen their condition?"
"Who asked you to suddenly walk over to them, look at them with an ugly face, and then sigh? It's really scary."
Chen Ling:
"Then when will they wake up?"
"It's hard to say. It all depends on their respective overdraft status. I hope they wake up as soon as possible."
Chen Ling shrugged and said truthfully.
Although Yao Qing was anxious, he had no choice but to sit beside Chen Ling, looking helplessly at the ruins of the ruined museum, and kept sighing.
Half an hour, an hour, two hours
Yao Qing looked back and forth at the three of them several times, but there was still no sign of waking up. In desperation, he simply walked directly to the ruins and started searching.
Waiting is just waiting, so why not take this opportunity to rescue a few collections from the ruins? These are also of extremely important significance buried in Pingye.
Yao Qing lifted one stone after another, his hands covered with dust. Occasionally, the embroidery pattern itself was not too damaged, but covered with dust.
Yao Qing brushed off the dust on these embroidered pictures, with heartache in his eyes. He brought them back to the eaves from the drizzle, smoothed them carefully, and finally pressed them with a stone to prevent them from being blown away by the wind.
Chen Ling saw this scene in her eyes and didn't say much, just as quietly as a sculpture.
I don’t know how long it took, but a soft cry came from the ruins.
I saw Yao Qing holding a smashed photo frame and walking from a distance suspiciously. At the same time, he removed the broken frame with both hands and took out the photos inside.
"I wonder where this photo was placed before?"
"What picture?"
"It seems to be the person next to the photo that grandma took with someone else. I don't seem to have seen him very often?"
As he spoke, Yao Qing handed the photo to Chen Ling. The latter glanced at it casually and suddenly froze on the spot.
The photo showed Xiao Chunping taking a photo with a young man. The background looked like it was on an old street in Guangdong, and the neon signs behind them were all traditional traditional snacks.
The young man taking a photo with Xiao Chunping was wearing a red performance suit, dotted with colorful threads and sequins, and a mighty oriental dragon embroidered on the cuffs. He held a bright lion headband in his left hand and gestured to the camera with his right hand. "Yeah", grinning widely, wearing a pair of small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, giving people a slightly naughty and unrestrained look.
"Awakening Lion?" Chen Ling turned the photo to the back in confusion, and a line of dates was printed in front of his eyes:
2020.06.14