The Eternals Who Travel the Worlds

"So many people have disappeared around the world recently."

Duan Jianhui pointed at the phone and sighed.

Peng Zhi scratched his head and felt that the world seemed to have changed a lot. He flipped out a page on his phone and said, "Look, in addition to people missing, the crime rate has been soaring around the world recently.

"

Lu Yan looked at the two of them with a kind expression.

Several days have passed since he returned from the ghoul world.

He didn't go out these days, he just stayed on the sofa watching TV series.

After all, there was no way to watch the plot of the mission world before entering the world, and he had just woken up.

He has never seen any of the new movies, TV series, or anime that have appeared in this era, so he will be at a disadvantage when entering the mission world.

He has also seen the hot searches mentioned by Duan Jianhui and Peng Zhi.

Moreover, Lu Yan had some vague speculation in his heart that the disappearance of these residents and the soaring crime rate were probably related to this reincarnation system.

I squinted my eyes and took a sip of coffee, stretched out comfortably, lay back lazily on the sofa and continued to watch movies.

There were still a few hundred yuan left from the kindhearted brother Da Biao last time, which was enough for Lu Yan to drink coffee for a few more days.

Anyway, when you run out of money, just go find Brother Da Biao...

…

"Ah sneeze!"

Weird, why do I still sneeze in the middle of summer?

Brother Dabiao rubbed his nose and thought to himself.

He waved his hand and called the boy at the door over: "Xiao Gang, has that guy named Lu Yan never been out in the past few days?"

The younger brother named Xiaogang said honestly: "I haven't been out recently. I don't think he will come to retaliate against us."

"You can send them another 10,000 yuan in two days. Damn it, Peng Zhi and the others are really not afraid of death. They haven't even come to see the show these days."

Even if he scolds him, he would not dare to ask Brother Da Biao to retaliate against him.

"Brother Da Biao, there is no need for us to take the initiative to give them money. Moreover, these days are not peaceful. Two brothers in our gang have disappeared. I am still checking whether the rival gang is secretly taking action."

Brother Da Biao hesitated for a moment, but still said: "You'd better send it to us sometime. Let's take the initiative to make good friends. It's just a small amount of money. It may not necessarily help Lu Yan, but at least it will prevent him from taking action against us."

Brother Da Biao still knows about it.

The three people living in Duan Jianhui's house, except for the monster named Lu Yan, the other two are gangsters on the street, mainly relying on him to make ends meet.

As for Lu Yan, according to the reports of his younger brothers, he didn't look for a job at all. He just stayed at home every day and didn't know what to do.

Therefore, these three people can be said to have no income, but Brother Dabiao is still willing to take the initiative to provide them with living expenses.

For Brother Da Biao, as long as he doesn't give too much, he can still accept it.

…

China National Security Department.

The warm white walls full of technology are as smooth as mirrors.

In the spacious office hall, people were coming and going, some in white coats and some in military uniforms. Everyone inside was busy non-stop.

A middle-aged man dressed as an officer stood behind a busy man in a white coat.

"How's it going? Have you calculated it?"

The middle-aged officer asked in a deep voice.

The young man in the white coat turned around, not daring to look directly into the middle-aged man's eyes. He lowered his head and said, "After referring to various data, the prediction model we built can still barely calculate the total number of missing people in the world during this period.

It should be around five million, and the number of missing people in our country is over one million."

The middle-aged officer put his hands behind his back, knowing that he could not blame these calculation personnel.

Then he asked: "Can you predict the number of people who will successfully complete the mission of traveling around the world? Oh, according to them, it should be called World Experience."

The young man in the white coat turned around and started tapping the keyboard frantically, while saying: "From the analysis (2), it can be seen that the current generation model is more accurate in predicting the early data.

However, the subsequent development of the number of people is obviously not in line with the actual results. The reason is speculated that due to different personal ideas, the success data and confession rate will not be a constant."

The young man in the white coat stopped here, as if he realized that the middle-aged officer might not understand, so he thought about his words.

Then he said: "Currently, the number of people around the world who have successfully passed the first experience should be close to 100,000."

The middle-aged officer frowned and looked a little solemn.

Now it seems that the current situation is already very serious.

The number of missing people is not a small one, and if nothing else happens, they should all be dead.

It would be extremely difficult to hide this situation any longer.

Of course, the actual impact of this is still barely controllable.

What makes things difficult is actually those people who have successfully survived more than one experience.

From the available information, we can know that as long as you successfully complete an experience, the terrifying physical enhancement will be enough for a person who was originally a fat man to easily deal with three or five ordinary people.

For ordinary people, suddenly gaining powerful power will cause huge changes in their inner concepts of the rule of law.

It also has a big impact on social order.

Not to mention that this experience is not just once.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged officer raised his hand and pressed his temple hard, feeling a headache.

"What a troubled time..."

…

In the midsummer afternoon, the scorching sun burned away the moisture on the ground. Because the air was too high, the air on the side of the road seemed to become a little distorted.

Duan Jianhui's family.

Lu Yan and Duan Jianhui were watching TV series while lying on the sofa with the air conditioner blowing on, eating frozen watermelon.

"Ah, it's so comfortable."

Peng Zhi dug out a spoonful of melon and stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes and sighed.

Duan Jianhui looked at Lu Yan and asked curiously: "Why did Brother Da Biao go out of his way to give you money? What on earth did you do?"

Lu Yan stared at his phone intently. He thought the fights in this movie were so exciting.

Hearing Duan Jianhui's question, Lu Yan waved his hand.

"Maybe it's because Brother Da Biao is kind-hearted."

I took a bite of watermelon.

Lu Yan likes this era so much. Not only does it have something to make air conditioners called air conditioners, but you can also eat ice-cold watermelon.

I still have to thank Da Biao for his contribution, although it was forced.

Lu Yan squinted his eyes and took another bite of iced watermelon.

Where can I find such magical days?

In the past, Lu Yan could only run to some big mountains to escape the heat in such hot weather, but how could he be as comfortable as he is now.

Experiencing these novel things, I no longer even have the thought of seeking death.

Well, at least you have to wait until you get tired of playing before looking for death.

The three of them were killing time leisurely.

Bang, bang, bang.

There was a brief knock on the door.