At this moment, he felt speechless and helpless.

Oh my God, I believe that anyone with this "luck" can win the lottery. What a low probability that is? He doesn't know how to describe it. He feels like he was killed by a person who jumped off the building while walking, and died inexplicably.

Even the system was very surprised, he said to Song Yingsheng:

[Mr. Song Yingsheng, you are the first one to come up with this ending in our copy.]

"Are you talking about my Africa?" Song Yingsheng laughed at himself, and suddenly discovered something, "Wait, what do you mean is that there are other people who have experienced this copy?"

【Yes, some people have passed the level, maybe a few people, not many, but no one really dies like you.】

"That means I'm special." Song Yingsheng, who heard the system said that there were other players, was not surprised. He did not have any protagonist aura. It was normal for others to have this system. He was more concerned about another point:

"By the way, can I encounter those players in reality? If I encounter them, will you forbid me and say what is in the dungeon?"

[Not forbidden, of course, I don’t forbidden. You can discuss as much as you like, but one thing I want to tell you is that there are still very few players now, and the chances of you meeting them are quite low.]

"It's okay, even the bomber can blow me to death. There is nothing to be surprised when you meet the players." Song Yingsheng smiled, and didn't care about the death just now.

In essence, it was just a low probability event. He didn't believe that he would be killed in the future, so he was speechless and accepted calmly. Anyway, he could come again tomorrow.

At the same time, leaving is actually a good thing, because he is not familiar with the ins and outs of the Dunkirk incident, he only knows that he was surrounded and then escaped-

When he returns to the real world, he can go a long way to understand the causes and consequences, so that he can predict the future and find the most perfect ending.

Thinking of this, he walked back to Yun Hu'an, sat behind the girl, playing with her mobile phone and searching for information.

"So that's it." After reading Qiandu Encyclopedia, he said to himself.

According to what is written, the reason why the Dunkirk incident ended perfectly was due to the spontaneous support of the people of the country who drove their own ships and transported their own nationals back.

So, as long as Song Yingsheng is not killed by the bombing, he will be able to go back slowly.

Well... there is no need to change any historical process. Just find a safe place and just hide and wait for it to go back... He thought to himself and put down his phone.

It was already past one afternoon, and it had been more than four hours since he got up, and to be precise, nearly eight to nine hours, because he had been in Dunkirk's dungeon for a long time.

Fortunately, his Pepsi and Coke effects are still there now, but there are only two to three hours left. Song Yingsheng estimated that by 3 o'clock in the afternoon, he would be trapped so much that Yun Hu'an would carry him back.

Well, can she bear it? It shouldn't be possible. It's almost the same for me to carry her. Song Yingsheng thought about it for no reason, and soon felt that this idea was a fantasy.

On the other hand, after many discussions, Yun Hu'an's vigilance towards Zhang Jiqing has gradually decreased.

She seemed to be really asking about her homework. Song Yingsheng was by her side for so long, and she didn't go over and talk, which made Yun Huan feel much more at ease.

Of course, if there are any signs, Yun Huan will still "take action" immediately. She is still afraid that this woman with aquatic tendon flower would snatch Song Yingsheng away directly.

This should be considered as being disconfidant in one's own condition. Although they are about the same age and height, they are both fifteen years old and a little over 1.6 meters tall, Zhang Jiqing's figure is better than Yun Hu'an, and he refers to that part.

And men should all like it there. Although Yun Huan didn't say it, she was actually afraid that others would mind.

She shook her head and continued to record the information after thinking of this.

It was not until about a few dozen minutes later, at 2:00 in the afternoon, and they took Song Yingsheng to have lunch after completing the preliminary record.

Due to the "third party", they didn't say much in the middle, and Yun Hu'an was not familiar with Zhang Jiqing. Even if they were classmates, they were speechless all the way.

If a passerby saw it next to you, it would be strange. A man was surrounded by two girls but didn't say much, and he could probably make up a lot of stories.

The picture returned to the museum. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. Yun Hu'an and his team came to an exhibition hall where the museum's latest exhibits were placed.

Although it is called the Shenzhen-Hong Kong History Museum, the museum does not always display the history of Shenzhen-Hong Kong. It will occasionally set up an exhibition to tell the history of the entire Guangdong and even the Chinese nation.

This is the exhibition hall where Yun Hu'an and others are now in. It mainly introduces the history of the Liu Dynasty, the second unified dynasty in China. Many cultural relics are borrowed from museums in many friendly cities.

At the same time, Shenzhen and Hong Kong City itself also has a tomb of Liu Chao, so while introducing the history of Liu Chao, you can also tell the archaeological discoveries of your own city, which can kill two birds with one stone.

"Look at this stone statue. It is carved with a divine beast, Tianlu! It looks like a tiger, a lion, and of course it looks more like a kirin, and looks extremely powerful..." There is a figure similar to an introductory officer, introducing various items there, with a huge voice and penetrating power, allowing everyone to hear his voice.

Song Yingsheng and others listened quietly, as if they had returned to more than two thousand years ago, praising the greatness of the ancient Chinese people.

Some of them use cameras and some use notes, all of them are recording these cultural relics that are difficult to see again. You must know that these are treasures worth a thousand gold and cannot be seen if they are destroyed.

Song Yingsheng, who recorded this, smiled and admired various items with Yun Hu'an. The entire exhibition hall became quiet for a moment.

But just a few seconds later, Song Yingsheng, who was holding his cell phone, suddenly heard screams coming from a distance, and even fighting sounds.

Feeling the danger, Song Yingsheng quickly pushed Yun Hu'an behind him, and Zhang Jiqing also ran to the back to hide. Then the three of them saw that some uninvited guests came into the exhibition hall.

A total of four masked men, holding semi-automatic rifles in their hands, knocked down the security guard outside and entered the exhibition hall.

"Robbery!" The man in the lead, with a black-faced face shouted at the civilians in the exhibition hall, and pointed his gun at everyone, demanding that they all lie down one after another.

The civilians who had only watched this kind of scene in TV series in the past knew that this kind of scene would happen, and quickly fell on the ground reluctantly in fear and fear.

Even Song Yingsheng was the same. He winked at Yun Hu'an and Zhang Jiqing, telling them not to be impulsive, and they will lose money if they die.

This is 2020, and there are still people robbing them. Don’t they know that even if they get the current Sky Eye system, they can’t escape even if they get it?

I just don’t know that in this society where gun bans are so serious, the guns they came from... Song Yingsheng, who was lying down, peeked at them for a moment, and his eyes suddenly magnified.

Because he discovered that the guns in the hands of those people were taken by him in the Dunkirk copy.
Chapter completed!