Chapter 5

Jiang Xiaoyuan seemed to stomp her feet and fall into a bizarre nightmare.

What she saw, heard, and experienced was beyond her common sense and ability to accept. She was very confused, but didn't dare to panic - because she might inexplicably kill herself.

When Jiang Xiaoyuan opened her eyes again, she found herself standing on a deserted roadside, with no village in front and no shop behind. Behind her was a cliff, and there were a pile of messy and terrifying marks under her feet, including ruts, footprints, shallow grooves left by heavy objects being dragged, bloodstains... even a small piece of clothing debris.

Jiang Xiaoyuan took five seconds to calm down in the same place, then looked down at the cliff behind her - it was bottomless, and no matter who fell from here, it was hard to find anyone. Although she found it difficult to discern anything from the pile of chaotic traces, infinite associations arose in Mingguang's indifferent "she has already died".

So did she die here, who was originally living in this world?

Did she fall off on her own? No, this is a long winding mountain road with sparse traffic, let alone pedestrians.

So, who harmed her?

Jiang Xiaoyuan narrowed her eyes and looked at both sides of this winding mountain road, which was deserted. If that were the case, no one would know that someone had died here, no one would report her to the police, and perhaps her family would search for her, but if there were no survivors or corpses, she would probably be treated as missing.

There was also a shameless visitor from another world who replaced her identity.

Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly felt a little guilty, and from this feeling of guilt, she felt sad again. She squatted down, picked up a thin and flat stone, left a mark on a tree on the roadside, and then deeply inserted the stone into the soil on the roadside, like setting up a monument.

I'll call the police for you when I leave, "Jiang Xiaoyuan reached out and patted the big tree, thinking to herself," I'm really sorry, thank you

After completing these tasks, she had the leisure to examine herself and realized that her image had undergone an unacceptable revolution.

Jiang Xiaoyuan's glamorous appearance has vanished with the passage of time and space. At this moment, she was wearing a gray half sleeved shirt, and Jiang Xiaoyuan didn't want to lift it up with the word "clothes". She only felt that it was a cloth with holes.

This cloth is neither long nor short, just hanging down to the edge of her thigh. The skirt is not like a skirt, and the top is not like a top. It is paired with a very scary seven part black leggings underneath. There are no socks on her feet, and she is wearing a pair of synthetic leather sandals. She also has a listless ponytail tied behind her head.

In addition, she also carried a cloth shoulder bag diagonally on her back. I don't know if she hadn't washed it since she bought it. Now it's hard to find her true colors, but she can vaguely distinguish that its value is not more than fifteen yuan. In the center, she embroidered a crooked cat head with cracked dates, showing a twisted and ferocious smile at Jiang Xiaoyuan.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Her heart's sympathy, grief, and anger were extinguished halfway under the affectionate gaze of the cat. Being in such a costume, she itched all over, wishing that the passage that Mingguang had said would be built in the next second. She wanted to go back and wash herself off a layer of skin.

Jiang Xiaoyuan searched her whole body and finally found a plastic wallet in her bag, which contained an ID card, 520 yuan and 550 cents in cash, and a mobile phone.

This ID card is familiar and strange. The name is Jiang Xiaoyuan, a Han nationality. The girl in the photo looks very similar to her, but other information is quite different from her. The address of the household registration is a foreign township that she has never heard of. The date of birth is less than half a year from her. The ID card number is totally wrong.

There are only two hundred yuan bills in the cash, the rest are crumpled small denomination bills, just like asking for food.

As for the phone, it's even more terrifying - it looks like an air conditioning remote control! The screen is only the size of a fingernail and is actually black and white. Every time the button is pressed, this artifact will make a "beep" sound, and then the black and white screen will emit a shiny grass green light. Jiang Xiaoyuan spent five minutes frantically figuring out how to use this monster.

What about the browser? What about social media? Where is the taxi app? What about Dianping? What about the weight loss assistant? What about makeup apps and shopping recommendation apps? What about the game? Meitu Xiuxiu!

Jiang Xiaoyuan was filled with sorrow and almost threw the 'remote control' out.

Mingguang also instructed her not to get addicted, and Jiang Xiaoyuan felt that he was completely overthinking - who would get addicted to such a role? He's not a masochist!

At this moment, the top priority is to leave here. Jiang Xiaoyuan's first reaction was that she should call the police, but she needed to carefully consider her words. While thinking about it, a text message jumped in.

Jiang Xiaoyuan awkwardly opened the text message, almost accidentally deleting it. Upon opening it, it read: "Fifty days have passed since the successful construction of the channel. We remind you not to be addicted to another time and space - Mingguang

When Jiang Xiaoyuan saw the countdown, she finally felt a little better.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, several text messages suddenly jumped into her phone one after another. Due to the length of the messages, they were automatically split into several pages.

What's going on? Is Mingguang just a talker?

Jiang Xiaoyuan looked closely and saw the first one that read: "Do not reply. The most important rule of parallel space is that there must be no intersection. If you jump from space one to space two, and then return to space one, you will become an illegal intersection between the two spaces. We call this illegal intersection a 'nail'

Jiang Xiaoyuan couldn't fully understand it at first glance, but several key words made her shudder.

The nail cannot exist. The law will automatically correct you, that is, erase you. In the moment you pass through the so-called 'safe passage' and return to your original space, you will be torn apart by two spacetimes

Jiang Xiaoyuan looked at it three times over and over again, feeling increasingly cold all over her body. Her hands trembled so much that she could hardly hold her phone. Just as she was about to reply, another long message came in.

The person killed by the law is different from other ways of death. Time and space will no longer recognize your existence, so your original time and space will have an identity permanently vacant. Someone in the lighthouse can occupy this identity, and he will try his best to survive the car accident, become you, and replace you

The fourth message: "Do not become an illegal nail, do not respond to Mingguang

Jiang Xiaoyuan finally successfully replied to a text message: "Who are you

The other party did not answer, and after a moment, the last message rushed into her phone: "Don't respond to Mingguang! Don't come back! This is a road of no return

This message only flashed once, and the phone, which was almost fully charged just now, suddenly ran out of battery. It flickered twice and stopped eating.

Jiang Xiaoyuan stood stiffly in place, as if she had fallen into an icy pool on a cold day, her heart chilling.

She escaped from a car that was about to crush her, fell into a strange lighthouse, and signed a contract that she didn't even know what it meant. She was confused and didn't know who to trust. In a strange world, she was in a dilemma as a stranger, with only five hundred yuan in Chinese currency.

It's like mountains and rivers come and go... there's no way at all!

Suddenly, fashion and jewelry, constantly improving and evolving to flaunt their wealth, seemed like a bizarre daydream for her.

Why her? Why didn't she play computer games in the office and insist on humiliating Feng Ruixue? Why can't she calmly wash Huo Boyu's face with coffee and run out on her own? Why is it only on this day that she didn't fasten her seat belt?

Just as she was on her own, a tattered pickup truck came from the opposite road. It had already crossed Jiang Xiaoyuan, but slowed down and turned back. A man in his forties poked his head out of the car window and said, "Sister, where are you going alone

Jiang Xiaoyuan gave him a confused look, completely unaware that she was already covered in tears.

Hey, "the man muttered to himself, with a heavy accent that Jiang Xiaoyuan didn't understand, so he shouted at her again," Get in the car, I'll take you for a ride

Jiang Xiaoyuan looked at the man's dirty face, oily work clothes, and the leaking car everywhere. Instinctively, she shook her head and carefully hugged her bag.

The man let out another "sigh" and gave a lengthy speech, which made Jiang Xiaoyuan's mind buzz and she didn't understand a single sentence.

Finally, he asked, "Are you really not leaving

Jiang Xiaoyuan hesitated for a moment, looked ahead and down the road, and then remembered the terrifying rumors about single girls hitchhiking on the roadside in society. After weighing the pros and cons, she shook her head without hesitation and watched helplessly as the pickup truck jingled away from her.

The sun had already turned west, and the wind began to take on the unique coolness of the night breeze. Jiang Xiaoyuan wandered aimlessly for a moment, finally realizing that she would have to spend the night on the mountain road if she didn't leave. She had no choice but to stand up, carry her only possessions, and stumble along the mountain road, walking forward on foot.

Her silhouette on the ground grew longer and longer, with undulating mountain roads that seemed flat and indistinct. Her legs were struggling to walk, and she was thirsty and hungry. She felt a hint of dehydration and dared not cry again.

Furthermore, who should I cry to when there is no one near or far?

When she was too tired to walk, she stopped and stood by the cliff, thinking, "I might as well jump down

Unfortunately, although I thought about it, I still didn't dare in the end. If she weren't afraid of death, she probably wouldn't be here at this moment.

This is a road of no return, "a few shocking words quietly slipped through her dead phone. Jiang Xiaoyuan bit her lip fiercely, with a rusty and bloody smell, and had no other choice but to continue trekking along the way.

When it was completely dark, Jiang Xiaoyuan luckily ran into another large truck carrying goods.

At this moment, she was about to turn on the lights and pull out the wax, swaying left and right to maintain her sanity. Accidentally, she stumbled into the middle of the road and the truck was forced to stop. The driver poked his head out and looked at Jiang Xiaoyuan, who was crookedly ahead, in fear, not knowing whether the one he had met in the middle of the night was actually a human or a ghost.

The driver involuntarily reached out and grabbed the magic wand hanging on the rearview mirror, staring at Jiang Xiaoyuan with big eyes and carefully verifying her species.

Jiang Xiaoyuan turned around in a daze under the headlights, facing the driver's eyes.

The driver was a middle-aged woman, black and thin, as if she had just pulled a banana from the Philippines. Her appearance was very strange, with large bags under her eyes, like a wrinkled, pouting monkey. The two of them startled each other.

Jiang Xiaoyuan almost tried her best to turn around and reached out a hand to the driver, saying, "Help

She only said one word and then lay down on the spot, unaware of everything.

When Jiang Xiaoyuan woke up from her brief shock, she found that she had been moved onto a truck, which was filled with a not very fresh smell, and the driver was pouring water into her mouth.

After swallowing hard several times, Jiang Xiaoyuan coughed and opened her eyes, wanting to thank her. As soon as she spoke, she almost lost her voice.

Speak slowly, speak slowly. "The female driver patted her back, broke a small piece of bread and handed it to Jiang Xiaoyuan's mouth.

The driver runs on the road for about ten hours all year round, so it is impossible to pay too much attention to personal hygiene. Her hands are black and thin like chicken feet, with dirt and grime hidden in her nails and rich connotations. Despite the buzzing sound in Jiang Xiaoyuan's mind caused by the smell of food, she still struggled to overcome her low-level appetite with great spirit and refused the feeding of the shriveled nosed monkey when she saw such "utensils".