Did the world end today?

Chapter 340 is not normal
"what is it call?"

"Qin Shizhong".

"What about your ID number?"

"Here, I've finished writing."

"Okay, let me check. All the other identification documents are lost, right?"

"Yes."

"Come over here and scan your face and fingerprint to verify your identity. The official document will take at least two or three days, so I'll give you a temporary document first, which will make it more convenient for you to take public transportation and stay in hotels."

"Do you still have money? Do you need any assistance?"

"No need, no need. I can just use facial recognition to pay for things. I have a temporary ID card, so I'll just get a replacement SIM card. That will solve all the problems."

"That's good"

Inside the police station, a man, still covered in damp clothes and smelling faintly of water, sat upright opposite the police officer and verified his identity by scanning his face.

While waiting for the results, the officer asked while operating the machine:
"How did you lose your things? I just overheard you telling someone outside that you swam out of Fuxian Lake?"

"What happened? Did you lose everything while diving?"

Upon hearing the police officer's question, the man named Qin Shizhong visibly paused.

He seemed to want to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

Seeing his reaction, the police officer assumed that the other party had violated the scenic area's regulations and did not want to tell him the truth, so he did not ask any further questions.
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To put it bluntly, he doesn't have the energy to deal with this kind of thing right now.

The whole world is rushing forward at breakneck speed, and the public's emotions are becoming more and more fervent. There are fewer rebels, but more and more madmen.

In his small jurisdiction, the number of things he had to deal with every day had more than quadrupled. As for trivial matters like "illegal diving," he could just let him handle them.

The temporary pass had been printed out. He handed the pass and supporting documents to Qin Shizhong, and then said:

"Okay, with this, you can basically get anything done."

"For the official documents, will you pick them up in person, or will you provide an address so we can mail them to you?"

"I'll get it myself."

Qin Shizhong stood up, took the identification, said "thank you" to the police officer, and turned to leave.

But before he could take a step, he suddenly stopped, looking at the police officer sitting behind the counter, hesitant to speak.

"Is there anything else?"

"No, that's all. Thank you for your help."

Qin Shizhong sighed softly and turned to leave.

At that moment, the sun was shining brightly on Fuxian Lake. After going outside, he looked up and saw a shimmering scene on the lake.

He stood at the entrance of the police station, his eyes slightly bewildered.

But what followed was a deep, unfathomable gloom, like that of Fuxian Lake.
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Of course, this gloom was fleeting.

He lifted his leg and walked towards a guesthouse near the scenic area.

He hadn't made a reservation in advance, but it wasn't peak season, so he still managed to get a room without any problems.

Pushing open the door, Qin Shizhong, who had no luggage, took off all his clothes and the first thing he did was go into the bathroom and take a thorough shower.

His skin was completely red from rubbing, but he didn't stop.

It was as if he wanted to wash something dirty off himself.

He even started pouring water into his nose and ears and inducing vomiting until he couldn't vomit anything anymore. Finally, he collapsed on the bathroom floor and dejectedly used the showerhead to wash away the remaining stains.

The stains also splattered onto himself, but strangely, he no longer felt dirty.

Steam rose in the bathroom and then diffused into the room. He changed into the bathrobe provided by the guesthouse, washed his clothes briefly, wrung them out with all his might, and then picked up the hairdryer to try drying his clothes directly with its heat.

He didn't really need to do that, since he booked a room for three days and two nights.

He didn't plan to go out, so he just hung the clothes in the room and they should be dry by the time he woke up.

but
What if?
He knew he couldn't possibly spend a peaceful night here.

Maybe a few hours, maybe an afternoon.

Someone will always find their own way.

At that point, I'll still have to go out.
The hairdryer was buzzing, and Qin Shizhong's thoughts drifted away.

He felt as if he had returned to the bottomless depths of Fuxian Lake, back to the moment when the immense water pressure crushed his internal organs.

Even now, recalling that intense pain sends shivers down his spine.

Without light, the skin can't feel anything other than water.

The “nothingness” he felt at that moment was even stronger than what he felt in that “strange world”.
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Perhaps it was because he knew he really was going to die?
Qin Shizhong's hands stopped moving instinctively, and his clothes immediately began to smell burnt.

A sharp pain brought him back to his senses instantly, and almost at the same time, there was a knock on the door.

Is Qin Shizhong here?

"We're from the police station, we need to ask you about something."

So fast?
Qin Shizhong was not surprised at all by the arrival of these people.

He calmly stood up and tied the belt of his bathrobe.

With a click, the door opened.

Qin Shizhong's expression changed instantly.

"The police station?"

Is there a problem with the ID card?

"No."

The person showed his identification.

"We are from the National Security Bureau. We would like to invite you to come with us to discuss matters concerning the Medicine King Temple."

Two hours later, in the National Security Bureau office. The interrogator rubbed his slightly throbbing temples, then asked again:
"So you mean that after you entered that higher-dimensional passage, you lost consciousness, and when you opened your eyes again, you found yourself at the bottom of the lake?"

"No."

Qin Shizhong immediately shook his head.

"At that time, I had no idea that I was a 'butterfly'; I only knew that I was in the water."

"But the water there was different from my previous experiences in the water. It was very dark and heavy. I felt like the bones in my chest were going to be crushed, and my ears and brain were in excruciating pain."

"I even thought I was still in that so-called higher-dimensional space because I couldn't bear that space, so I was hallucinating."

“I knew I was going to die, but I never thought I would come back to life.”

"clear."

The interrogator nodded and continued asking:
"Did you come back to life while surfacing, or did you realize you were alive only after you surfaced?"

"After surfacing."

Qin Shizhong replied:

"I feel like I was still dead for a while after I surfaced."

"Because when I 'woke up,' my face was down, I was submerged in water, and I even choked on some water."

Qin Shizhong's answers were flawless. Even though the interrogators repeatedly and skillfully repeated the interrogation content from the past two hours several times, his answers remained consistent.
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Of course, this does not include what he sees in higher dimensions.

After all, such a world is inherently broken and beyond human comprehension. Even if Qin Shizhong's descriptions contain inconsistencies and contradictions, they cannot be used as grounds to judge that he "has a problem".

Now it seems that this man really was just an accidental "high-dimensional experiencer"?
For now, let's use this assessment as the basis for our characterization.

The interrogator jotted down a few words in his notebook, then began to speak:
"You are very lucky. You are one of only two survivors in this high-dimensional interaction event."

"Someone survived??"

Qin Shizhong's expression was genuine; he was truly surprised.

"Yes."

"And coincidentally, you know this person."

"Of course I know him."

Qin Shizhong sighed.

"Actually, almost everyone who participated in the search and rescue was my friend or colleague."

"Even if we can't say we have very deep feelings for each other, we're at least acquaintances."

"If they really are dead and have no chance of coming back, then..."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

The interrogators interrupted Qin Shizhong.

"I'm talking about Yu Shiliang, your good friend—you two are on good terms, right?"

He's still alive!?

Qin Shizhong suddenly stood up.

He stared at the interrogator with an incredulous look, then asked:

How did he survive?

"I can't tell you that."

The interrogator shook his head and replied:
"The information of you who have experienced this is independent of each other. You have no right to access his information, and he has no right to access your information."

"This is also a form of protection for you."

"Anyway, let's end the inquiry here for today."

"We've arranged accommodation for you. For now, you'll stay at the hotel we've arranged."

"Let me make it clear beforehand, this is not surveillance of you."

"Like I said, this is a form of protection."

"Once all the issues are clarified, you will be free to come and go as you please."

"understood."

Qin Shizhong nodded slowly.

He didn't seem to mind the arrangement—of course, he knew that no matter how much he expressed his dislike, he had no choice.

It's better to just accept it as it is.

After leaving the interview room, Qin Shizhong was led to his "temporary residence" by relevant personnel from the State Security Bureau.

He remained calm throughout, even to the point of being "overly polite."

After giving him a few brief instructions, the national security staff turned and left.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

The sounds from inside and outside the door were completely cut off.

The footsteps gradually faded away from the corridor, and mixed in with them was the conversation of two staff members.

So what do you think of this person?

"He's probably just an ordinary person who has experienced higher dimensions; I can't make a definitive judgment on that."

"However, this person seems a bit off."

"Something's not right? Why?"

"There's no reason why, it's just pure intuition."

"Intuition? Presumption of guilt, huh?"

"What do you care about presumptions? Anyway, I'll write down my intuition in the report."

(End of this chapter)