The sun was scorching on the road in summer. Yang Feng carried a small stool and sat on the side of the road in sweat. In a large two-liter cup of water, the cold boiled water was not cool at all, and he was upset when he took a sip.

Added salt and sugar, the taste was a bit weird, but it was a good thing to prevent heat stroke. I graduated from a third-rate college for half a year, and I had no job and had no shame to go home. I got a small car to sell pancakes and fruits. I was sweet and clean, and I was doing well in business. I could send some money home every month.

She coaxed her mother to find a foreign company to work in the office, and she really believed it. She didn't think about how the undergraduates could smash the pie on his head.

My girlfriend ran away, and he didn't lose. Although he invested a lot, the pink fungus became black fungus, and it was not easy for a person who sold pancakes to continue to delay their future.

He was very open-minded. Although he got up early and came back late, he was in the wind and rain, and his life was difficult, he was free and free. He didn't have to serve his boss in a humble manner or deal with his colleagues in an intrigue. He was the best.

"The urban management is here!" With a panic scream, Yang Feng woke up from his dream, jumped onto the electric tricycle as fast as possible, and twisted the speed to the bottom without hesitation.

"Let's go, let's go! Did you hear it!" The majestic shouts from the tweeter came from behind.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Yang Feng's mouth, and he turned his head and drilled into the narrow alley.

Behind the bustling skyscrapers is a dirty and dilapidated urban village, with potholes and sewage flowing, and garbage everywhere exudes a disgusting stench.

After passing through this urban village, there is a stronghold on another street. It is almost noon. It is a good time to rush over. The urban management men will not sacrifice their drinking time.

Yang Feng was very leisurely, holding an old popsicle and riding his tricycle so fast that he ignored the road surface.

Suddenly, with a "bang!", the tricycle jumped up and then fell heavily.

"You mother!" Yang Feng cursed in the tone of Huang Bo. He looked at his beloved car with heartache, then jumped down and walked backwards.

On the road surface washed by last night's heavy rain, a black thing appeared, which looked like iron. I kicked some movement with my feet, then kicked it hard, and a cube as big as a palm was turned out.

He picked it up and weighed it, and almost flicked his waist. It weighed forty or fifty pounds. It could not be iron, nor did it look like copper. Lao Wang, who looked back to collect the scrap, looked at it, and Yang Feng threw it into the car.

At this moment, he suddenly frowned and then looked at the palm of his hand.

There may be burrs on the metal block, and a half-centimeter-long hole was drawn in the palm of his hand, and a drop of blood was slowly oozing out.

"Fuck!" Yang Feng cursed, tore up a piece of toilet paper in his hand, got on the tricycle and continued forward.

At this moment, the metal block in the car behind him suddenly lit up, and became brighter and brighter, as if it was so violently thrown into the hot charcoal fire, and soon turned fiery red.

Then it began to soften and melt. The fiery red melt slowly flowed down, instantly burning through the leather pad below, and then it penetrated into the aluminum alloy car base plate like water flowing into the sand.

The metal blocks continue to melt, and the fiery red continues to spread. Wherever they pass, the metal assimilates, the non-metal disappears, and then the metal part deforms, reshaping the disappearing parts.

Plastics, rubber tires, and even batter, eggs, and lettuce, without exception, have all become metal imitations.

When the metal blocks finally melted and the entire tricycle was completely metalized, the color began to gradually return to its original state.

Yang Feng did not notice the changes behind him at all. Even if the fiery red spread to the handlebar, he didn't know that he just hummed a song leisurely. Because he was anxious to make money, the handlebar in his hand gradually twisted to the bottom.

The pointer on the speedometer slowly rotated and gradually pointed to the red area. At this moment, a cold female electronic sound sounded: "Warning, warning, enter parallel space travel mode, the destination is not set, the destination is not set!"

"Ah? Ah!?" Yang Feng reacted and suddenly lowered his head. Before he could see the speedometer clearly, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Yang Feng subconsciously closed his eyes and let go of the hand holding the handlebar.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt like a bucket of ice water poured on his head, cold, and he got goosebumps.

This is an empty alley with blue brick courtyard walls on both sides. The dead grass on the top of the wall sways in the wind, and several bare big trees are backed by the blue sky.

There is a muddy dirt road under my feet, and there is still unfinished snow at the base of the wall. In the distance, pedestrians wearing large bloated cotton jackets walk by from time to time.

"Ah!" Yang Feng let out a collapsed scream.

"Hi, Master, have a set of pancakes!" Behind him, a middle-aged man in a blue cotton robe hurried over, and a little boy was also leading to her, looking at Yang Feng, who was short-sleeved T-shirt and big shorts with a fool's eyes.

Yang Feng subconsciously agreed, unscrewed the gas stove, picked up a spoon to scoop the batter.

"Do!" he heard a sound, but he didn't move.

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked at the batter again, there was nothing unusual, so he scooped it again.

It was "don't!" again, but it still didn't move.

He was stunned, and picked up another egg and knocked it on the ring.

"Do!" with a sound, my hand hurts.

He held the egg in front of his nose, looked carefully, and suddenly smashed it towards the wall.

"Bang!" The egg bounced back and hit his forehead hard.

Yang Feng screamed in pain and quickly covered his head.

The father and son next to him were both stunned and stared at his series of actions in a daze. Suddenly the middle-aged man shivered, picked up the little boy with fearful eyes and turned around and ran away.

Yang Feng checked his equipment like crazy, which could be used as a dart fruit, a shovel, and an egg. It would be necessary to mention stuffing it into the barrel of a cannon.

"Oh my God! Is this swollen?" A heart-wrenching scream rang out in the alley.

Yang Feng suddenly remembered the electronic sound not long ago, and immediately showed a fierce look, picked up an egg and slapped it hard on the dashboard.

"Speak, what's going on?" he asked viciously.

"Because you have turned on the time travel mode, you have now entered a parallel space!" A standard beauty avatar appeared on the transparent shell of the dashboard, and then said in an emotionally unsatisfactory voice.

"I said what's going on?" Yang Feng said viciously with his eggs.

"If you don't need it, you can take it back!" After the beauty said, the eggs in the car instantly dissolved into the metal of the car.

"There are these!" Yang Feng quickly pointed to the lettuce, batter, ham sausage and other things.

Soon all the food that made him collapse dissolved into the metal.

"Okay! Now I will answer another question, can I go back?" Yang Feng asked again.

"Yes, but it requires energy reserve time. It takes seven days to replenish it with solar energy, and it takes one day to replenish it directly with electricity." said the beauty.

Yang Feng then breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could go back, time didn't matter, it was just a matter of travel.
Chapter completed!