heavy fog

Wen Luan felt like soaking in a warm spring, and the comfort of ironing came in from every pore.This made him unable to resist pulling up the quilt, covered his head to block the light, and continued to sleep late.

In the blur, the voices of talking continued to come from around.

"Look, it's this kind of bed... There is no strong material, and it will creak when pressed. I have only seen imitations in museums before. Alas, the daily necessities in the past are really bad!"

"Who said, I would rather go back to that era and sleep in soft textiles, it must be very comfortable."

"Really, let me try the feel—"

Wen Luan felt a chill in his chest, and the quilt that covered his body was pulled away.

"Oh! It's really good, but the air permeability is not very good!"

"The fabric is also very rough and tends to abrade the skin."

Wen Luan stretched out his hand in a daze, and the quilt was thrown back on him. Wen Luan heard the voice, but he couldn't tell what it was talking about. Probably the neighbor's TV was turned on too loudly. Buried in the quilt.

"Do you want to wake him up?"

"Shout, he always has to face reality."

"No, the district inspector is here!"

After a while, there were two soft clicks, and a mechanized arm moved in the air to Wen Luan's head, followed by a large amount of purple gas being released, enveloping the entire bed.

"Uh...cough cough!"

Wen Luan woke up in an instant, jumped up from the bed, and yelled at him while fanning the wind with his hands desperately: "What kind of smell is this? So sour? Does anyone have a whole warehouse of spoiled cheese?"

Purple smoke was everywhere in sight, Wen Luan lifted the quilt and wanted to run to the window to check the situation, but when he looked down, he found that the slippers were gone.

Not on this side of the bed, not on that side.

Could it be that a mouse came to the house and took away his slippers to make a nest?

Puzzled, Wen Luan jumped onto the ground barefoot, ready to look under the bed, but as soon as the soles of his feet touched the ground, he was stunned.

His house only has floors made of inferior wood, some of which are loose because of its old age, how can there be such smooth and smooth marble?

The purple smoke slowly dispersed, and what appeared in front of Wen Luan was not mottled and discolored wallpaper and narrow windows, but a very open square.

At the end of the square is a retro building complex that looks like the Palace of Versailles in Western Europe. There are several golden fountains carved out of pure white stones. There are roads about 20 meters wide on all sides of the square, extending in all directions, and Wen Luan is standing in it one way.

Wen Luan slowly opened his mouth wide, took a step back, and sat down on the bed.

——Could it be that someone came to Meteorite Town in the middle of the night and kidnapped himself and his bed?

"Hello!" came a mechanically synthesized voice behind him, speaking with a standard Cockney accent.

Wen Luan jumped up quickly, picked up the baseball bat in the dark cabinet by the bed, and swung it back hard.

"Crack!"

Wen Luan stared dumbfounded at a two-meter-tall Eastern European man. From the elbow down, his entire forearm was covered in a shiny dark machine. The cold metal lines were perfect. On the back of his hand was a wolf's head with fangs. Ferociously, the metal fingers held the baseball bat, and with a light pinch, the hard bat turned into powder.

There were a lot of onlookers standing scattered behind. They were all wearing clothes made of silver or blue strange fabrics. The style was post-modern, without zippers and buttons. No pattern, no pockets.

It was impossible to see clearly in the distance, and the square was filled with thick white fog.

"Do you understand this language? Just nod if you understand." The man who crushed the club said blankly. This guy has half a metal ring in his throat, and his voice is an authentic London accent. At the same time, he raised his right arm , Wen Luan clearly saw that there was a small black hole in the muzzle of the mechanical shell, and the blue light was constantly compressing and flickering at the muzzle.

Wen Luan's voice was dry, and he raised his hands above his head stiffly and slowly. Although the other party only asked him to nod, he thought it would be better to be sensible.

—Damn it!Could it be that he was captured by a UFO?

Every year in the United States, there are several mysterious incidents of fifth-type contact, and Wen Luan never thought that it would happen to him.

The Eastern European man who threatened Wen Luan with a small energy cannon nodded in satisfaction, and he said in an arrogant manner: "Welcome to the dark blue star of the Moby Whale galaxy, your name, race, age...and the number of people who appeared here before." point in time."

He didn't seem to see Wen Luan's suppressed anger, he looked Wen Luan up and down, then stroked the stubble on his chin and said, "Very well, it looks like you were born after 1900 A.D., which makes me very happy. "

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Wen Luan looked around vigilantly, trying to find more clues.

Wen Luan only saw curiosity in the eyes of the onlookers. Those people were obviously more interested in his bed and quilt, and some even pointed excitedly.

"People before 1900 AD, if you want to explain it to them in detail, you need to waste a few more hours. Unlucky guy, please report your exact time. If I am easy, I will make it easy for you!"

"In 2010, are you going to make up an interesting story to fool me?" Wen Luan sneered.

"Make up a story? No no." The Eastern European man said contemptuously, "Do you believe it or not? It has nothing to do with me. As the inspector of the Deep Blue Star City, my duty is to tell you the necessary common sense for these lost populations. You can choose to commit suicide. , or starve to death on the streets."

"Missing population?"

"Yes, the cracks in time and space and the turbulent flow of space have brought you here... Let me calculate, aha, for you, it will be after 2000!" The city inspector laughed loudly, "You disappeared from the original place, This is the missing population, and the most authoritative experts don’t know how many missing populations exist in the time turbulence.”

Wen Luan pulled out a stiff smile: "It looks like I'm not the first person to be so unlucky?"

"Hmph, 90.00% of the lost population appears in the Beluga Galaxy, especially in the Deep Blue Star. You are the second unlucky person I have encountered this month. Oh, you are much easier than him. That guy is an ancient Greek We didn’t even have the language of that era, let alone convince him that the earth is a sphere, and he is already in other galaxies countless light-years away.” The urban inspector’s expression eased a little.

Wen Luan opened his mouth and closed it again.

When the reception of time travelers is standardized, you can only praise the progress of technological development.

—Is all this true!He just took a nap, why is it after 2000?

The space crack rolled him over?This is really more terrible luck than winning the lottery jackpot and winning the National Drag Racing Championship!

Wen Luan pulled his hair a little frantically: "Damn it! I want to go back to Earth!"

"I'm sorry." The other party said with a heavy tone, "In 2190, a nuclear war broke out on the earth, and now it must have become a dead Jedi. Humans fled in spaceships, but no one knows their fate. The humans in the nearby Unicorn galaxy are all civilians abandoned on Earth by the hateful government. The big bang tore apart several space rifts and threw our ancestors into this star field. Now it is New Year 2007 Year."

Wen Luan turned her head and laughed loudly: "God, you just lived in this galaxy for 2000 years, and you told me that you came here after 2000 years, maybe we have traveled to the past, maybe the earth is still in the Jurassic period now !"

"Of course we have accurate time calculation." The city inspector said arrogantly and contemptuously, "I don't expect a lost population to understand our technology."

"..."

Wen Luan really wanted to punch this guy's nose flat.

However, it is not too late for the Orientals to take revenge - Wen Luan is not familiar with Chinese, especially idioms.

His parents were smugglers with the American dream in mind, but they came across the ocean, and eventually became miners in the iron mine in Meteorite Town. They gave birth to Wen Luan in a foreign country, and died within a few years. Wen Luan and other orphans Adopted by the church in the town, racial discrimination made his childhood difficult.But Wen Luan can't remember those bad days now, and he will happily forget about the things that have been completely revenged.

The city inspector's eyes carried a similar sense of prejudice and rejection.

Well, sooner or later, he's going to teach the district inspector a lesson with his fists.

Wen Luan narrowed his eyes and thought.

"Okay, you can take your property and follow me."

"Property?" Wen Luan asked back, he only had a pajamas on, bare feet, let alone coins, he didn't even have anything of value, where did he get any property.

The city inspector impatiently pointed to Wen Luan's bed.

"Carry it, follow me to the Deep Blue Star household registration management office, fill out a lost population registration form, you will get food for free within a month, and maybe have a job, but you want to support yourself in a short time , you need to sell your property to the Kingdom Museum, which is an antique."

"..." Wen Luan stared blankly at his bed.

On the first day of time travel, Wen Luan, who had to carry the bed on his shoulders and walk barefoot on the street: Why was I swept away by the space crack while I was asleep?Why not while driving? !God damn it!

-

The city is even more exaggerated than London, and there is thick fog everywhere.

The building was indistinct in the mist, and it was impossible to see clearly. Except for the square just now, other places were blurred at an interval of 50 meters, and there was no sky or wind.

There are not many people on the road, and there are no flying saucers or high-tech maglev vehicles.

"Underground!" said the city inspector who led the way, "The main buildings of Deep Blue Star are all underground, and only citizens with a level of 3 or higher can go to the surface. You damned lost population are the only exception."

Wen Luan's eyes flickered: "It sounds like your per capita area is very tight?"

"Not at all!" said the city inspector full of anger, "The kingdom has 38 habitable planets, but the capital, Deep Blue Star, only has a narrow piece of land. You know how much effort an ordinary kingdom resident needs to put in to get one. Are Deep Blue Star citizens eligible for residence?"

Wen Luan somewhat understood what was going on with this guy's prejudice and hostility.

He never minded pretending to be incompetent and weak when the other party was still useful, and he replied according to the other party's words: "Then the residence qualification of the deep blue star citizen must be synonymous with the elite, and it must be even more remarkable to be able to come to the surface."

The district inspector snorted, "That's right."

The Deep Blue Star Household Registration Management Office is thousands of meters away from the square. Wen Luan put the bed to the entrance of the building sweating profusely, and was eager to lie down and rest immediately.

"Hello." A red-haired beauty came up to her with a smile. She also wore something like a translator around her neck. The city inspector left Wen Luan behind and said a few words to the woman that Wen Luan could not understand. strode away.

"Antiques will be appraised by the museum immediately. It doesn't matter if the things are left at the door. Sir, please follow me." The red-haired beauty made an elegant gesture.

The household registration management office is very large, and the things inside are messy. There are more than a dozen tables and chairs in different styles. Paper.

Seeing Wen Luan's weird expression, the red-haired beauty immediately explained: "This is all a fake. There was a time when the missing population that appeared on the Deep Blue Star was all French and German nobles from 300 years ago. Fill out the registration form on the desk."

Wen Luan casually found a chair and sat down.

"After 2000, there are already low-dimensional information exchanges... Sorry, I am referring to computers. Then, I don't need to give you the form. I just need you to answer my questions, and I will use the optical computer to input your information."

"..."

Wen Luan had a hunch that he was a complete illiterate here.

"Please rest assured that we have very few questions, but I hope you can answer them seriously, because this is related to your life on Deep Blue Star. May I ask, what did you do before you unfortunately became a lost population? Or, what are you good at?"

"...I drive a bus."