The severe pain in his head made Qin Luo groan, and then blurted out a curse. Headache? Why did he still feel headache after the explosion destroyed space and body? Groups of mud horses roared past in Qin Luo's mind, and the next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he froze.
On the ceiling with a light blue background, a topographic map is clearly drawn, detailing every tiny island. This is the desire that has appeared in his mind thousands of times in his ten years of life in the last days. The three-story old house, each of his relatives, his own bedroom, and the map drawn by his parents on the ceiling of the bedroom. The soft touch under his body is even more like his big bed.
What's the situation, shouldn't he be dead? How could he suddenly appear at home, still in his own bed. What's even more strange is that this home was destroyed by air-dropped bombs during the military's large-scale extermination of zombies in the third year after the outbreak of the apocalypse. Qin Luo was a little dazed, and the severe pain in his head made him clearly know that all this was definitely not a dream.
"Hey, old man. I just didn't notice it. Why did you bring the pot in?"
Qin Luo heard the woman's nagging, which was strange but familiar. He mechanically twisted his neck and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. A middle-aged woman in simple clothes is trying to take away the pan from the hand of the little old man with an aggrieved face.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, Aunt Liu..." Qin Luo couldn't believe what he saw, he didn't even dare to blink, he was afraid that the two people in front of him were just his hallucinations.
When Aunt Liu heard Qin Luo call her, she turned her head to look at Qin Luo, and then she exclaimed and changed her face, "Ah, Xiao Luo, you are bleeding... Oh my god, you actually hit Xiao Luo with a pot."
The little old man holding the pan looked aggrieved, and tried to hide the pan in his hand behind his back, "That's how it was shown on TV, but why didn't there be stars on Xiao Luo's head?"
Qin Luo clutched his aching head, feeling the urge to cry and laugh, and hugged Aunt Liu who came over to check on his injury. Back then, the virus broke out too fast and suddenly. Although they all survived in the early days, they left him one after another in the escape.
Aunt Liu was so frightened that tears came out, and she hugged Qin Luo and started crying, "Sin, my poor little Luo, if I am beaten up like this, how can I live? One of the family has been left alone and the other has gone crazy. If I fill in another little fool, I will die as an old woman."
Before Aunt Liu finished crying, the door of the room was pushed open, "I'm hungry, give me cakes. You said you finished watering the flowers in the yard, give me cakes."
The swarthy middle-aged man rubbed his belly and stood at the door of the room, looking at Aunt Liu foolishly. Aunt Liu wished she could just pass out.
Qin Luo patted Aunt Liu and wiped the tears from his face, "Aunt Liu, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare and I feel uncomfortable. You can get food for Uncle Liu first, so don't starve him."
Aunt Liu spat on Uncle Liu, "He's as strong as a cow, and it's okay to eat less snacks." Then she touched Qin Luo's hair distressedly, "Don't be sad, people say that dreams are reversed. Aunt Liu will give you Let’s have a look at the injury first, it’s best to go to the hospital and take a picture. The old man is not serious, so don’t make any problems.”
Qin Luo chuckled, "It's just a little bit of skin, it's nothing serious, just put a Band-Aid on it."
Aunt Liu frowned, "That's no good, look at it's swollen."
Qin Luo could only pull Aunt Liu to beg for mercy, "It's not that you don't know that I have been skinny since I was a child. If I go to the hospital every time, even if I don't get poked into a honeycomb by a needle, I will be dumbfounded by the X-ray."
Aunt Liu remembered that she seemed to have heard somewhere that things in the hospital should not be taken too much, and even fetuses can be taken for deformities. Immediately nodded, "Then we won't take photos, Aunt Liu will give you something to apply, and we will apply medicine to reduce swelling."
Seeing that the two of them were talking and ignoring him, Uncle Liu lowered his head listlessly and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
The little old man quietly held the pot and rubbed towards the door of the room. He was about to reach the door of the room, but was blocked by Aunt Liu who rushed over quickly. The woman's explosive power was astonishing, and she snatched the pot in two or three strokes, for fear that he would give his precious lump again.
"It seems that the pot will have to be locked in the future..." Aunt Liu muttered softly.
After being treated by Aunt Liu, Qin Luo lay alone in the room in a daze.
Going back eleven years, he was resurrected one year before the end of the world, when he was under nineteen years old. I remember that on September 14 of this year, a special plane carrying 24 scientific researchers and top-level equipment lost contact with the ground command center shortly after taking off from Sacramento Airport. In the early morning of the next day, in the dense forest on the outskirts of Sacramento, search and rescue personnel found the wreckage of the plane. None of the crew and twenty-four scientific researchers survived, including Qin Luo's only sister, a genius in the field of genetics-Dr. Qin Ya and her husband and mentor Walter Donaldson.
At this time, it was the end of July, and the B University where Qin Luo was studying had just had their summer vacation. There is still more than a month before the accident of sister and brother-in-law. Qin Luo is very sure that he will be able to trick the two back to the country within a few days, and bring back his little nephew Qin Ke along the way. After all, what research is more important than seeing the younger brother who is 'seriously ill and dying'. Based on Qin Ya's feelings for Qin Luo and the news that he is about to die, if her brother-in-law dares not to accompany her, the end will definitely be tragic.
The reason why Qin Luo was so anxious was not because he wanted to save Qin Ya and his wife. Even if something happened to them, there was still more than a month left. What he is more worried about is the safety of Xiao Qinke. Because Qin Ke's genetic space is not stable, his family didn't notice until he was four years old. In addition, my sister and brother-in-law are busy, so they didn't know about Xiao Qinke's abnormality until their death in the last life. It was precisely because Qin Luo didn't know that Qin Ke had inherited space, that Qin Luo didn't try hard to fight for Qin Ke's custody when Walter's elder brother, George Donald's family, got custody of Qin Ke. Unexpectedly, after the outbreak of the apocalypse, Qin Ke's space became more and more obvious. The man with no conscience actually sold Qin Ke to the ZO Research Institute. Although Qin Luo rescued Qin Ke before his death, the little guy was already tortured beyond human form during the years of horrible experiments.
Now the busy sister and brother-in-law still entrust little Qin Ke to George to take care of him. And that family is like an untimely bomb to Qin Ke, so Qin Ke must be picked up as soon as possible.
Genetic space is not necessarily available for every generation and every person. Before Qin Luo was born, apart from his grandfather, his father and sister did not have this kind of personal space. Because this kind of thing is too shocking, Qin Luo spent his childhood in the villa with his grandfather, grandfather, Uncle Liu, and Aunt Liu. It wasn't until he was six years old that he could completely control his own space and knew that this kind of thing must never be discovered by outsiders, that the adults dared to let him go to elementary school.
When Qin Luo was a child, he didn't like this kind of existence called "space", because it was this thing that made him unable to play with more children. However, under the guidance of his grandfather, he gradually discovered the benefits of space, and this wonderful thing, even his sister who is called a genius does not have it. This made him like his own space more and more, and he followed his grandfather to practice more actively to improve his space ability.
However, during the ten years of walking in the last days, Qin Luo found that his own space was very different from what his grandfather said. Because his space is divided into two types: one is called the mother space, which exists in itself and grows with its own changes; the other, which he calls the subspace, can be divided and transferred. It can even be transferred to other objects with his powerful mental power, so that this object can also have space. It’s just that this kind of space has many restrictions, and it’s not comparable to his parent space.
Calculated according to the time, Qin Luo's mother space is not too huge at this time, and it is not as strong as after the end of the world, but it can already see the embryonic form. Thinking of this, Qin Luo inadvertently looked inside his mother space. However, his expression changed in shock at what he saw.
I don't know if it was due to the terrible explosion, but the shape of Qin Luomu's space changed from the original drop shape to a solid structure with a huge ground at the bottom. If you insist on describing this space, Qin Luo feels that it looks like half of the yin-yang fish in the center of the gossip. Moreover, the curved wall on one side of the space has a feeling of fog but not fog, as if there is something on the other side of the fog. It's a pity that Qin Luo couldn't see through it, let alone touch it.
Originally, in the mother's space at this time, there should be the belongings collected by Qin Luo before the age of nineteen, but now it is empty and empty. Qin Luo felt that he didn't let things in, and couldn't feel any changes in the mother space. So he turned over and casually threw a few things on the low table by the bed into the parent space. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out to the glass tank with two little turtles on the side.
In the eighth year of the end of the world, Qin Luo's space can already accommodate living things for a short time. Right now, Qin Luo wants to try whether his spatial form can accommodate life forms after the change. It's a pity that the glass tank entered the space, but the two little turtles fell to the floor together. The two flipped little guys scratched their claws together, stretched their heads and flicked their tails, accusing their master of the atrocities.
Qin Luo sighed. In the mother space, he can still place and suspend things at will with his consciousness, but unfortunately, he can't see any changes in other functions in a short time. But there is no need to think about the living things, and they will definitely not be able to be put in for the time being. Scratching his head, he took out the glass jar from the space, and put the two little guys back.
He put the things on the short table back to their original places, and just as he lay back on the bed, he heard Aunt Liu call him to go downstairs. It is said that there is his package, sent from abroad. Qin Luo frowned, and suddenly a bad premonition came to his mind.