Pokémon: Shadow of the Dawn

In the early autumn evening, the town of Spikes, filled with chaotic graffiti, was already a bit chilly.

Inside the tall fence formed by several abandoned factories in the center, the sound of music and dazzling colorful neon lights emanated together, filling the ears and eyes of most people.

In a narrow alley far from the fenced-off two abandoned warehouses, sour and smelly black sewage flowed from the garbage dump to the street, and a white plastic bag dyed brown and yellow dented the size of a young man.

The young man collapsed in the garbage, covered in blood. He could barely make out his black hair and was quite sturdy.

He frowned and finally opened his eyes completely, but the flashing lights in the night and the stench in his nose kept irritating his nerves.

His name is Wang Jin. After he bravely saved a child who was about to be hit by a car in the original world, he came here with his eyes closed.

"Where am I?" Wang Jin looked around, not realizing that he had traveled through time. After all, the smell of the truck's engine oil was still lingering in his mind.

Who would think that waking up on an unfamiliar street corner is a time travel? Wang Jin just felt that someone had dragged him here while he was unconscious.

He searched for his phone and keys, but found that they were all gone, and even his clothes were not the same as before. He immediately realized that the person who dragged him here also stripped him of his clothes and money.

"Who is so uncultured..." Wang Jin muttered, wiped the unknown mucus off his face with his hand, patted his still aching and dizzy head, supported himself with the garbage under him and tried to stand up.

But as soon as he exerted his strength, he felt pain in his upper arm bones and his legs were a little out of control. Wang Jin knew that he had just been hit by a car, so he was mentally prepared for such a situation.

He relied on his willpower to stand up crookedly, holding on to the garbage pile, and walked out of the alley tremblingly.

He couldn't stay in such a dirty place any longer, or the smell would choke him to death. Now Wang Jin's top priority was to find the police, or ask for help from a kind passerby.

We can wait until we get to the police station and then send him to the hospital, and there should be no problem...

As Wang Jin thought about this, the dizziness in his head suddenly deepened, forcing him to hold on to the rusty rolling iron door next to him and stop to recover.

Unfamiliar scenes kept appearing in his mind, and the familiar yet unfamiliar elves in them made Wang Jin unbelievable.

He actually came to the world of Pokémon!

However, the situation here is not a leisure utopia, but a world where one needs to struggle hard to survive.

His name here is Xiao Jin, his father is a member of the Shout Team, a prestigious team leader, and it is said that he will be promoted soon. But just two days ago, he heard that his father died after failing in his mission.

After the news spread and was confirmed, a group of soldiers from the Shouting Team soon led the way to his house to rob things, and took away a serpentine bear that Xiaojin's father had left for him.

Xiao Jin was young and hot-tempered, and was very unwilling to accept the result, so he wanted to find his father's former friend for help. However, as soon as he left the house, he was beaten by the person who stole his elf and thrown into the garbage dump.

"What an unlucky guy, me too." Wang Jin couldn't help laughing after receiving all the information.

But for him, being able to live his life again, in the Pokémon world, is already precious enough.

At this time, several disheveled people passed by in the street sandwiched between abandoned factory rooms on both sides.

They frequently cast their eyes towards Wang Jin, who was resting by the door, and began to discuss:

"Isn't that Xiao Jin?"

"I heard that his father died, his elves were robbed, and he was just beaten..."

"Really? Aren't there two more people? They are in the same group, but it has nothing to do with us. Let's go quickly, it will be too late if we are late."

"Let's go, let's go. I don't know what kind of Pokémon there is this time. If there are only one or two, it would be bad if someone else snatches them away first..."

Before he could finish, several teenagers ran away.

Wang Jin just took a quick glance and didn't pay any attention.

Those people are the lowest class in Spike Town. They have no alliance status and are not members of the Shout Team. They may not even have enough food to eat, let alone Pokémon. They can't even touch the Poké Ball. Xiao Jin's memory doesn't have much information about such people.

Wang Jin now has to go home according to the direction he remembers.

First arrive at a relatively safe and clean place, rest well, and then make other plans.

His father, who was the leader of the Shout Team, must have left some money and Poké Balls.

These should be considered his novice gift pack.

The night was already dark, but the straight lines of neon lights swaying in the sky above the Spike Town became even more dazzling. The colorful beams of light were swung around at a high frequency artificially, as if they were trying to paint on the black curtain of the night sky.

The exciting noise produced by rock music also came out from the central fence.

This is the daily concert of Nie Zi, the son of the gym leader of Spike Town.

As an organization affiliated with the gym, one of the responsibilities of the Shouting Team is to support the young gym leader.

It is said that Nie Zi was worried about the decline of his hometown, so he came up with the idea of ​​making music to revive his hometown. And he has indeed accumulated a lot of fans, although most of them are residents of Jianding Town.

Wang Jin walked westward and finally passed through the shabby street made up of abandoned warehouses and factories and came to a residential area that looked fairly neat.

This place is a little far from the concert fence, but it is very quiet. Both sides are lined with houses with white walls and red roofs, arranged neatly.

Wang Jin walked towards a house according to his memory, opened the unlocked courtyard door and walked towards the house.

The courtyard was surprisingly quiet, and the heavy black wooden door was half-open.

He suddenly remembered that he didn't have the key on him. The gate to the courtyard was wide open, and the door to the house inside was not closed.

Wang Jin felt something was wrong.

Those who beat him up probably also took his keys and took the opportunity to rob his house.

If those people didn't leave after the robbery, wouldn't he be beaten up again?

Wang Jin stopped in the dark yard, stared at the silent door, and chose to approach slowly.

He first went to the wall near the door and listened quietly for a while. When he found that there was no sound at all, he tiptoed into the house.

If those people were still there, they were either noisy or asleep. If they were asleep, he was ready to try to go in and take a look.

Xiaojin's house has two floors.

The first floor was a mess. Even the cotton wool in the sofa had been pulled out and scattered on the ground, not to mention the chairs and decorations. Many things needed to be taken down and smashed.

This made Wang Jin feel relieved.

Since the robbers dismantled the house so violently, it was highly likely that they had no intention of occupying the house but were only there to steal things.

He walked up to the second floor step by step, checked every messy room, and finally confirmed that there was no one here.

But the novice gift package that Wang Jin had expected was also gone.

After locking the door, he walked into the relatively clean bathroom. After cleaning his face and changing his clothes, Wang Jin lay down on the messy bed.

He fell asleep quickly, but while half asleep and half awake, he heard a faint knock on the door.