Chapter 473: Han Lu's Childhood

Zhang Heng paddled the door panel and swam in the opposite direction from the tsunami.

Along the way, he saw a lot of tragedies, including floating corpses, mothers who lost their children, and children who lost their mothers, sitting on the roof, as if they had lost all their souls, and some people hugged the corpses of their companions on the ground. Weeping, or finding no one to ask for help, in addition, some survivors with forward-looking and sense of crisis bowed their heads to fish for food in the water or looked around for drinking water.

Zhang Heng remained unmoved and continued to move towards the target location. Anyway, this was just something that happened in a dream, and it would not change anything if he intervened or not.

In the end, he came to a five-star hotel. The reception hall of the hotel was submerged underwater, and the front desk staff could no longer register guests who wanted to stay in the hotel. Zhang Heng climbed directly along the outer wall to the sixth floor and found A room with an open window.

The people inside were missing, but the suitcase was still thrown by the bed. Zhang Heng saw the free mineral water on the table, took it up and drank half a bottle, then took off his soaked clothes and shoes, and wiped them dry. The hair was changed into hotel bathrobes and slippers.

Zhang Heng didn't know what was going on with Shen Xixi and the others. From the current point of view, they probably all dispersed after entering the dreamland.

Of course, Shen Xixi's team entered earlier than him, so I don't know if they found Han Lu.

It is difficult for Zhang Heng to take any effective actions in the current situation. He stood in front of the hotel window, looking at the vast ocean below.

The only good news is that there was no tsunami until the evening, but on the other hand, the water level in the city showed no signs of dropping.

Zhang Heng glanced at the starfish in his hand. It has been 12 hours since he left Han Lu's residence. This is obviously not a normal time, because the death time of people caught in the [Dream of Death] can be long or short, but in the end No longer than three hours.

Just when Zhang Heng didn't know what else he could do next, the weird cloud covering the whole city above his head quietly dispersed, and then the drowsiness in Zhang Heng's brain struck again.

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This time Zhang Heng opened his eyes and found himself standing outside a watch shop. Starfish's time was about two and a half hours earlier than when he first entered the dream, and the genius had just dawned.

However, the city has completely returned to normal, and there is no sign of experiencing a tsunami. The owner of the breakfast stand on the roadside has begun to get busy, but Zhang Heng still noticed something different.

That is, the shops on the street generally look very old, like a product of the 1970s and 1980s. Taking the watch shop around him as an example, there are no fancy neon lights, and the simple black plaque is printed with four characters of repairing clocks, There is still a piece of yellow paper pasted on the glass window, on which Shanghai, Dongfeng, Beijing are written in red letters... Zhang Heng guessed that this should be the brand of the watch, but it is almost impossible to see it on the market now.

He walked out of the alley. Unlike the bad traffic jams from the third ring road to the fourth ring road in later generations, there were few vehicles on the road, and most people were pedaling bicycles. Occasionally, old-fashioned iron buses passed by, and there were even leisurely people beside them. A donkey cart, a traffic policeman in a white jacket and black trousers with an armed belt around his waist, stood at the intersection directing the traffic, and a banner was drawn on a small square not far behind him—Long live the friendship between the Chinese and French peoples!

A green army truck passed by Zhang Heng, carrying a car full of young people, they were holding on to the beam above with one hand, and straw hats in the other, singing songs in their mouths, and everyone's faces were written Full of hope for the future, there is no dejected look of young people in future generations who are forced to hold their heads by mortgages and 996.

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Is this... about a childhood dream?

Zhang Heng made the calculations. At this time, Han Lu should still be studying, but he didn't know whether he was in junior high school or elementary school.

Being able to go back to the 1970s and 1980s, it was quite interesting to see the history of this place with my own eyes, but it was not so friendly to Zhang Heng and others who wanted to find Han Lu.

After all, Zhang Heng has not been in contact with Han Lu for that long, and his understanding of the latter is limited. Zhang Heng had no one in his residence or company before, so he could only try his luck in a taxi.

Now that the dream has changed to Han Lu's childhood, Zhang Heng's eyes are even darkened.

He was not yet born at this time, and most of his understanding of this era came from books and movies. As for where Han Lu lived at this time, how many people were in his family, and which school he was studying at, he was even less clear.

But then something seemed to flash through Zhang Heng's head, and Zhang Heng realized that he seemed to have caught some important clue, but when he tried to think about it, he couldn't remember it again.

Zhang Heng stood on the side of the road for a while, and could only continue to try his luck.

He waited for the light to turn green, and walked to the opposite square, where there were three young people, two men and one woman, rehearsing a dance. The girl was wearing a long-sleeved military uniform, and the two boys behind her were wearing Chinese tunic suits and the other was wearing a suit. , The three danced very selflessly, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around them.

Zhang Heng noticed the three of them because of the girl among them.

She looked so dazzling in the crowd, as if she was emitting some kind of light.

Zhang Heng tried to put himself into Han Lu's point of view. Just like the wretched taxi driver before, Han Lu obviously put a lot of affection into this dancing girl. It can be seen that she was very envious of this capable girl at that time. The girl who danced recklessly, because of this, she became so radiant in Han Lu's memory.

However, this is useless information to Zhang Heng, because Han Lu is from a spectator perspective, silently admiring this girl in the crowd, but has no communication with her. Inquire about any information related to Han Lu.

Zhang Heng quickly looked away and looked for the next target. His eyes fell on another woman who was watching the dance not far away. She was also the second most conspicuous person in the square. Of course, she was the most conspicuous. The toad mirror on the face retains the trademark on the frame as a sign of imported goods, and it is impossible not to let people notice it.

Then Zhang Heng saw a popsicle truck not far away, and an old man in a white hat and white apron was selling a popsicle for a fifth.

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Zhang Heng was a little speechless. Could this square be considered a collection of Han Lu's envy? He could already feel that Han Lu should not be too old at this time.

Just then someone patted him on the back.

Zhang Heng turned around and saw a face full of surprises. It was the girl named Rabbit in Shen Xixi's team. The latter looked like she had seen a savior, "Oh my god, I finally met someone I know, that's great." Now, do you know where this ghost place is?"

Thank you for the reward of the children's boots of Qian Yuyuan~