After being wanted globally, I will be the city lord in the last days

Chapter 62 Written to the Future Me
He Wandeng couldn't hold the crispy meat in his hand, she asked: "The government still has this technology?"

"The Ability Research Department has developed a machine based on the energy required to upgrade each level of ability, which can check the energy value in the body of the ability user. If the energy value is within a certain range, it is the ability user of that level. "

He Wandeng only felt the power of talent and technology, then wiped his hands with a tissue and said, "Brother Yao, I'll go back to my room first."

Xie Yao understood what she wanted to see, and said, "After you read it, if you have any thoughts, please let me know at your convenience. The official is actually very concerned about your situation."

He Wan Deng answered and went back to the room.

She wanted to go directly into the space, but thinking that the monitor is indispensable in this room, she lay down on the bed and completely covered herself with the quilt.

She first used her mental power to look inside the space. She didn't pay attention to it when she took the score card before, but now she realized that this space is different from what she saw when she was at the fifth level.

The shape and size of the static space and planting space have changed.

The height in the still space remains the same, still ten meters, but the area has become a thousand times that of the original.

The height of the planting space has been increased to 20 meters, and the area has become [-] times the original size.

He Wandeng noticed that the things in the still space were neither more nor less than the last time she looked at them, and even their positions hadn't changed.

Although the planting area in the planting space has not changed, the richness of the plants inside has increased significantly.

In addition to the mutated plants, there are many ordinary plants that she thought were too expensive or useless before the end of the world, so she didn't buy seeds.

In addition, there is an additional two-story wooden building at the edge of the land where the planting space is located.

He Wandeng probed into the wooden building with his spiritual power.

The first floor of the wooden building is divided into four areas: living room, kitchen, gym, and bathroom.

The second floor is: bedroom with bathroom, study with balcony, entertainment room with game console and projector.

Gray Mushroom Girl is currently in the study, squatting on a book.

[Mushroom lady, what are you doing? ]
He Wandeng poked it mentally.

Gray Mushroom Girl's tone was a little low: [Mushroom saw the painting of the former owner. ]
[Where? ]
Gray Mushroom Girl moved away from her body, pointed at the "book" it had pressed under her body with mycelium, and said: [The painting on this was painted by the former owner of Mushroom, and Mushroom watched him draw it with his own eyes. ]
Only then did He Wandeng see clearly that the book she thought was just a homemade book with a hand-painted cover.

She looked at the painting on the cover.

The whole painting is based on blue, and the color changes from sky blue to dark blue from top to bottom, implying the sky and the bottom of the sea. The dividing line in the middle transitions with multiple blues, which is not very clear.

There is a petrel hovering in the sky, just blocking most of the sun.

There is a stone house on the bottom of the sea, and through the gaps between the stones, a human child can be vaguely seen sleeping in it.

He Wandeng looked at the painting that didn't even have a signature, and asked, "Maybe it's just similar, how can you be sure that this painting was painted by Hao Da?" ]
Gray Mushroom Girl pointed to the child's face and said: "This is the appearance of the former owner of Mushroom when he was a child. Mushroom has seen his picture, and the pictures are not similar, but exactly the same. Mushroom remembers it very clearly." ]
He Wandeng didn't answer the call, she had already used her mental strength to open the book and read the contents inside.

The first page is a letter:

[To my future self:
When you open this book again, you should have white hair, wrinkles, and lost a few teeth.

Or injected with the genetic medicine in the interstellar, eternal youth, prolong life, but forget the past.

You may have seen this book by accident, and you want to recall the past that you can't remember clearly when you have nothing to do.

I want to tell you not to watch.

But I know that your curiosity is always so strong, and you will not be discouraged by me with a few words.

Well, just look at it.

This book is actually my diary.

I know you will question that you are not in the habit of keeping a diary.

Yep, neither have I.

But my memory has become extremely chaotic in each rebirth, and I can't tell which people and what things I met in which rebirth.

I originally planned not to be reborn after leaving Blue Star in my last life, but I was unwilling to leave myself with chaotic and regretful memories, so I chose to be reborn again.

This time, I will use words to record my experience in this life.

You should be wondering why I chose to be reborn so many times?
Actually I can't remember.

When I was first reborn, what I wanted was to save the world (laughs), which was very secondary.

At that time, I had many people I cared about, my uncles and aunts in the community, Dr. Wei, Chief Qin Ji, my boyfriend Shen Ce...

But the space-time machine of "Mad Asylum" is still in the experimental stage, and it is difficult to locate the time point I want to go when teleporting.

I was not reborn before the end of the world.

Many things cannot be changed.

I tried to go to the capital base as soon as the volcanic ash dissipated, but I almost hung up halfway. I realized that the wood ability is not enough for me to protect myself in the last days.

In order to survive, I deliberately followed the time and route of my previous life, from the Xiangwei base to the capital base, lost the wood ability again and gained the space ability.

It turns out that no matter how many times the process is repeated, I have no memory of the period.

At best, I know that it was a team of supernatural beings named "Beacon Squad" who entrusted me to other people's care.

And by this time, the capital base followed the established trajectory, and I didn't need to look to know that it had become ruins.

The only thing I can change is the direction I'm going, and spreading the word that there are aliens involved in the end times.

And my memory has become confused in the rebirth of overlapping time.

There have been many rebirths, and I finally returned to before the end of the world after a certain rebirth.

But I misremembered the time. When I hurried to the capital, the end of the world came.

I hid in an apartment and met Hao Da, an older autistic child who was obviously dying of thirst and wanted to water a gray mushroom.

I helped Hao Da develop his ability, which does not belong to any ability I know. He contracted a small mushroom without a crystal nucleus.

Later, there was a rebirth. After I was reborn for the first time when I possessed the space ability, I was surprised to find that the space ability before my previous rebirth could be merged into this life.

But after many times, I found that if my ability level before rebirth was lower or similar to the level when I was reborn, my space and space ability would not change.

After being reborn countless times, I was finally reborn long before the end of the world.

At that time, I was depressed, gloomy, and self-abandoned.

I can't remember what I've been through in previous rebirths.

In this life, after the bodyguards arranged by the Shen family helped me drive away the gangsters, I stopped them.

I don't remember their names, but I only remember that one of them has a soft voice, and the other has a very cold aura.

I contacted the Shen family and wanted to inform the authorities of the news of the end of the world through them.

But I can't come up with any evidence.

I have lived the most painful life in this life.

Before the apocalypse, I tried my best to publish some survival guides in the apocalypse that would not be harmonized online. When doing these things, I often had all kinds of suicide tools on hand.

After the end of the world, I often vacillate between living and dying.

During that dark time, I met a little angel with white hair and pink eyes. He has the same ability as Hao Da, and he can contract animals and plants without crystal nuclei.

The little angel can't speak and can't read, but he is a good listener and a great fellow traveler.

Before we parted, I gave him the umbrella we used to walk together, and I hoped that his skin would no longer be burned by the sun.

In the next rebirth after this world, there will be no zombies in the last days, but the abilities of supernatural beings and mutants will increase countless times.

I suspect that the group of aliens may have had enough research on zombies and are planning to develop other projects.

But it's not fair.

I guessed that they probably used a very covert method, and they were reborn just like me.

But why can I only live in despair, but they can make changes at will?

After countless rebirths, I was tired.

I haven't been able to save any of the Bluestars, and I haven't been able to find out which civilization's aliens are experimenting with Bluestars.

I don't know if you have found it at this time.

In short, this life will be my last rebirth.

After all, although those guys in the "lunatic asylum" don't have the memory of me using the time machine to be reborn, the sudden and severe aging of the time machine can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.

One day I will not be able to continue to be born again.

If not, stop here.

(The past is in the past, you don’t have to worry about it, just treat the following content as a diary-style novel.)
Sui Ming the Forgotten
2035.10.04
Attached:

I decided to be born again.

I kept all the things in the still space in Interstellar, and I also kept some plants, because the lunatics in the "lunatic asylum" felt sorry for the time machine, so I had to pay some money before I could use it.

As for why I made this decision, you should be able to find the answer by reading the last few pages of the diary.

Maybe this rebirth still won't change anything, but I really, really need to try again.

This is really the last time.

He Wandeng

Ephemeris 3207.06.22]
(End of this chapter)