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While talking, Dr. Clef brought a young man in a hospital gown into the room. Presumably he was Dr. Bright's younger brother.

However, his intelligence seems to be problematic, his eyes are slack, and there is a smirk at the corner of his mouth, which is completely different from what such a big kid should have.

Yang Xue had heard of him, Thomas Jabsp;Bright.

Although he is the younger brother of Dr. Bright, strictly speaking, he is also an anomalous item detained by the Administration, number 590.

When he touches other people, he is able to heal all injuries and diseases of the lifted person, and transfer the injuries to himself, and he bears all the pain and consequences.

Yang Xue looked at the boy and asked Dr. Bright, "Is it okay to do this?"

Dr. Bright shook his head, looking at his younger brother, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"Helping others and being needed has always been his desire."

Yang Xue nodded and watched Dr. Bright pull her younger brother to Zhang Jue's bedside.

Two people hold hands together.

Half an hour passed.

Dr. Bright's younger brother remained normal, and Zhang Jue still did not wake up.

It seems that this time they failed again.

Again, Zhang Jue's ability to be immune to some items has now become his burden.

The crowd sighed.

Dr. Celf rolled Zhang Jue's eyelids.

"I have checked Consultant Zhang's brain with professional equipment, and his self-healing ability is very strong. Although his brain has suffered a very serious trauma, he has recovered very well, and it is strange that his brain nerves have been is active."

Alison asked, "What does that mean?"

Yang Xue tightened her fists and said, "It means that he has been dreaming, a long, long dream."

……

Thanks to Mr. Qin Zhidao for the reward.

Chapter 439 Minecraft (7)

It was foggy.

Zhang Jue returned to his own world.

But this time is different from before.

Ever since he got back here, his head has been hurting like it's about to split.

He can probably guess why.

Because not long ago, he had just collided with the Scarlet King for the last time.

He cut off the way of the Scarlet King's invasion, and he himself was hurt by the Scarlet King.

Before he even had time to say anything to Yang Xue, he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he came back here.

I won't die in that world.

Zhang Jue thought helplessly.

But then shook his head.

That was out of his control.

Now that you're back here, let's deal with things here first.

And since it's not sleeping, it shouldn't be so easy to wake up this time, just to find out what happened here

He clutched his forehead, even having difficulty walking.

Except for physical skills, he cannot use his other abilities in this world.

In case of danger, there is a high probability that it will be GG.

I don't know if it will affect the body of that world.

To be honest, he actually didn't understand the mechanism of his travel between the two worlds.

Because he had been relying on dreams to come back here.

It seems that this is a "dream" rather than the so-called "parallel world".

But he had always lived here before, and so had his father.

If I have to say it, the Authority world should be a dream.

Zhang Jue felt that he understood Lao Zhuang a little bit.

It is best to take good care of your body before you figure out whether the two worlds are independent of each other.

It would be a big loss if one dead body and two lives were lost.

……

This time his birth point was among the ruins.

There are ruins everywhere.

He endured a headache and looked around.

Then he suddenly discovered that this was in front of the city's No. 1 civilian hospital building where he had left the last time.

But the whole building has collapsed.

There was still smoke in the distance.

How is this going?

He clutched his forehead, trying to recall what had happened before.

Those walking dead are gone.

He came to this hospital according to the message in the mall.

There used to be many survivors here.

But all disappeared for no reason.

He found a diary, which recorded some strange messages.

Most importantly, this diary and Yueqing City on the Internet all mentioned "it".

It seems that "it" is the initiator of this world.

He woke up later, and before he woke up, it seemed that someone called his name.

It's fat!

His buddy!

I don't know who said it, people can have no relatives, but they can't have friends.

Zhang Jue didn't know what to say to the others.

But he very much agrees.

He and his father don't see each other a few times a year.

Fatty Zhang Mingliang is the one I usually contact the most.

When he was in high school, he was the leader of the Anti-Fengzi Volunteer League and dominated Lingnan, but Fatty was always ridiculed and bullied by others because of his size.

Zhang Jue, who was still in the second year of middle school, couldn't see it, so he helped him a few times, and the two became friends after coming and going.

Zhang Jue never expected to meet him again.

But after meeting once, the world has changed beyond recognition.

God is playing with him.

He didn't know how long it had been since the last time he came here, but the hospital was already in ruins.

Now I can only hope that Fatty is ok.

Enduring the headache, Zhang Jue carefully observed the surrounding situation again, and soon found something was wrong.

The hospital and surrounding buildings were destroyed, and he thought it was an earthquake or bombing, but that didn't seem to be the case.

He saw that the fractures of some broken walls were very flat, and the steel bars inside did not play any protective role at all.

The same is true of the municipal buildings in the distance.

A trapezoid was left standing there, as if it had been cut off with a single knife.

This reminded Zhang Jue of the nano-weapons in the Three-Body Problem.

What the hell is going on here?

This time he didn't dare to yell indiscriminately, otherwise it would kill someone.

The street outside the hospital is an east-west street named Furong, which runs through the entire Jianghai City.

Holding back his headache, he carefully recalled that Zhang Mingliang seemed to be riding a motorcycle from the east at that time.

Just passed by this hospital.

Should the stronghold of these survivors be in the east?

Zhang Jue dragged his tired body along the street towards the east.

He walked for about half an hour without seeing any living things.

But there are signs of battle everywhere.

Around the time he was away, there seemed to be a war going on here.

But to his surprise, he didn't find any bodies.

Most of the city was destroyed.

There were no casualties in such a fierce battle?

Or is it that someone deliberately took away all the corpses, so what is the purpose of doing so?

Zhang Jue thought about these things, walked forward for a while, and then realized something was wrong.

It was already very late at that time, and Zhang Mingliang was riding a motorcycle from east to west, most likely going back instead of going out.

In other words, their stronghold should be in the west.

Sure enough, the headache caused a significant decline in his judgment. This kind of low-level mistake is unforgivable, because it is likely to kill him.

After figuring this out, he could only turn back along the path.

But this time, before he could take a few steps, the chug of a motorcycle came from the opposite side.

A motorbike team was coming towards him from the opposite direction.

They were all in camouflage uniforms and had guns in their hands.

Finally saw the survivors.

Zhang Jue couldn't help feeling a little excited, and started waving to them from a long distance away.

And those people also saw him, speeding up and driving towards him.

Two minutes later, six or seven motorcycles stopped in front of Zhang Jue.

The leader pointed a gun at him: "Who are you?!"

"..."

Zhang Jue didn't know how to answer him for a moment.

In the apocalypse, there is no legal and moral constraints at all, and the opponent's hand looks like a real guy.