Chapter 591 Source

Sure enough, all the lights in the room were silent.

"Why did the power go out when everything was fine..." Kong Baosheng muttered to himself, "No... I have to go to the power bureau to see what's going on."

"Why go to the power bureau?"

"Isn't this electricity generated by the power bureau? Now that the electricity is not available, we must go to them." Kong Baosheng answered subconsciously, "Even if the circuit is broken, at least we should ask when the electricity will come back, right? If the electricity comes late, we have to prepare kerosene in advance..."

As he spoke, Kong Baosheng had already put on his coat, hurriedly left the theater, and ran towards the power bureau.

Hearing this, Chen Ling seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and the whole person was stunned.

The electricity is generated by the power bureau, and if something goes wrong, go to the power bureau. This is to trace the source, which is natural... In this case, why can't the existence of the Red Dust Base be traced back to the source?

The Red Dust Base is the cornerstone of the Red Dust Realm, and the Red Dust Base was built by the Red Dust Lord.

If you can't find where the Red Dust Base is, why don't you just ask the Red Dust Lord himself?

Chen Ling's eyes gradually lit up, and he turned around and ran to the second floor without hesitation. This sudden change made Li Qingshan stunned, and he said blankly:

"Brother Lin, what are you going to do?"

"I have something to do! You can decide the repertoire of the theater these days!"

Before Chen Ling finished speaking, he had already run into the room and closed the door with his backhand, leaving Li Qingshan standing in the empty downstairs with a confused face...

He looked at Chen Ling's closed door and replied blankly:

"Oh..."

...

As Chen Ling inserted the USB drive into the desktop, the next moment, the familiar dark green code automatically appeared in front of him:

[Number]

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[Reading completed]

Chen Ling only felt that his eyes quickly fell into darkness, and when his consciousness recovered again, the surrounding scene had changed.

The first thing Chen Ling saw was a familiar flip phone screen. On the screen, he was making a scissors hand gesture indifferently, and the patter of rain fell on its surface and flowed down along his fingertips.

He returned to the moment when he last logged off from the Time Archive.

Chen Ling casually closed the flip phone with a light "pop" sound, and 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 to avoid wind and rain. When he turned around, he saw Chen Ling standing there calmly.

He was stunned for a short moment, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You... you... you... how did your injury heal instantly?"

Yao Qing clearly remembered that Chen Ling was covered in blood just now, with intestines flowing out of his stomach, and he looked like he was about to die... He even asked him if he wanted an ambulance, but he refused. When he turned around, this guy was completely healed? !

"I said it was just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Chen Ling waved his hand casually, walked straight to the three beds, and his eyes fell on Su Zhiwei's pale face.

He only had twelve hours to enter the era archive this time. He'd better ask for clues about the Red Dust Base in these twelve hours, otherwise he would miss this opportunity and enter here again in a month...

A lot of things can happen in a month, and it's hard to say whether the Red Dust Realm will exist by then.

But Su Zhiwei overdrew his mental power in the battle just now, and it's still unknown whether he can wake up in time. Now Chen Ling has no other choice but to sit here and wait, leaving it to fate.

Chen Ling sighed helplessly, walked to the steps at the door and sat down alone, looking at the gray sky, and fell into silence.

"No, what do you mean by sighing?" Yao Qing was immediately anxious. He ran to Chen Ling and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with them? You...you tell me the truth, I can bear it!"

"...What a mess." Chen Ling glanced at him, "They just overdrawn their mental strength and fainted. Didn't you see their situation?"

"Who told you to come over suddenly, look at them with an ugly face, and sigh again... It's scary."

Chen Ling:...

"When will they wake up?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on their respective overdrawn conditions... 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, staring at the ruins of the dilapidated museum, sighing constantly...

Half an hour, an hour, two hours...

Yao Qing looked at the three people several times, but there was still no sign of waking up. In desperation, he simply went directly to the ruins to search.

Waiting is useless, so why not rescue a few collections from the ruins at this time? These pieces buried in Ping are also of great significance.

Yao Qing moved one stone after another, his hands were covered with dust, and occasionally he could find the embroidery itself. It was not damaged too much, but was covered with dust.

Yao Qing brushed off the dust on the embroidery, his eyes full of heartache, brought them back to the eaves from the drizzle, carefully smoothed them, and finally pressed them with a stone to prevent them from being blown away by the wind.

Chen Ling saw this scene, but did not say much, just quietly like a sculpture.

After an unknown period of time, a light exclamation came from the ruins.

Yao Qing was seen holding a smashed photo frame, walking from a distance in confusion, and at the same time, he took off the broken frame with both hands and pulled out the photo inside.

"Strange... where was this photo placed before?"

"What photo?"

"It seems to be a photo of grandma and someone... I don't think I have seen the person next to him very often?"

While speaking, Yao Qing handed the photo to Chen Ling, who glanced at it casually and suddenly froze in place.

The photo was a photo of Xiao Chunping and a young man. The background seemed to be on an old street in Guangdong. The neon signs behind them were all traditional Chinese special snacks.

The young man who took a photo with Xiao Chunping was wearing a red performance costume, which was dotted with colorful threads and beads, and a mighty oriental dragon was embroidered on his cuffs... He held a bright lion headgear in his left hand, and made a "yeah" gesture to the camera with his right hand, grinning, and wearing a pair of small round-framed sunglasses on his nose, giving people a sense of chic with a bit of ruffian spirit.

"Lion dance?" Chen Ling turned the photo to the back in confusion, and a line of dates came into his sight:

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