I’m Making Equipment In Wasteland

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In the dark room, a black shadow slowly rose from the ground.

"Well, I knew I wouldn't drink so much alcohol last night, my head hurts." Zhao Binghua rubbed his head and slowly climbed up from the ground.

Yesterday morning, he finally received the appointment notice. He, from a temporary forensic doctor, became a post forensic doctor, for which he devoted three years of his youth. That night, he had a party with his colleagues all night.

Zhao Binghua habitually stretched out his hand to try to turn on the light, but finally felt empty. When he tried to pick up the phone next to his pillow, he found that he seemed to be lying on the ground.

He stumbled across the wall and finally found the light switch by the door.

"Snapped"

The light in the room was cold, and Zhao Binghua, who was in the room, was dumbfounded. He was in a strange room right now.

"Uh, it hurts." Zhao Binghua rubbed his head, and confused thoughts came. There are many memories in his mind that are not his own.

"Fucheng, who is this again?"

Zhao Binghua rubbed his head and carefully observed the surroundings. This room is a bit small. A bed and a computer desk occupies a lot of space. In addition, there is a wardrobe and bookcase in the room, which is slightly worn. Books were supposed to be placed properly, but now those books are all scattered on the ground, and the whole room is also in a mess.

He rubbed his head and whispered in his heart, what did he do last night...

Zhao Binghua habitually touched his nose, the slippery touch from his fingers made him subconsciously rub it and put it in front of his nose to smell it.

"Strong rust and fishy smell, this is the smell of blood?!"

"Wait? The smell of blood?!" Zhao Binghua was a little dazed and then immediately rushed to the toilet.

Although in an unfamiliar room, he found the toilet with ease.

Turning on the light and looking in the mirror, Zhao Binghua's actions were done in one go.

He looked at himself in the mirror a little dumbfounded. The slightly dirty mirror showed an unfamiliar face. This face was covered with blood, and there was a striking black and purple mark on the neck.

Zhao Binghua quickly turned on the faucet. The cold water gradually made him sober. The blood-stained water disappeared along the pipe. Zhao Binghua slowly raised his head.

The person in the mirror is himself, but it makes him extremely strange.

A pair of dark and energetic eyes, the facial features are slightly delicate, and the short black hair is quite clean. Of course, the premise of all this is to ignore the hideous marks on his neck.

More and more memories emerged, and the pain followed. He squatted on the ground, clutching his head, and it took a long time to ease.

Zhao Binghua slowly returned to the room by supporting the wall, and sat down on the soft bed. The chaotic memory made him unable to think normally for a while.

"Fucheng, male, 19 years old, a senior is about to graduate." Zhao Binghua muttered to himself.

Zhao Binghua finally figured out one thing, he seems to have crossed it?

"Is it possible to pass through this kind of thing to me? It's not scientific at all?! Maybe everything is a dream?" Zhao Binghua suddenly slapped himself.

"It hurts..." He rubbed his face, such a clear and sharp pain shouldn't be a dream.

Zhao Binghua quickly got up and sat at the desk. He opened the notebook on the desk. The style of the notebook was a bit old.

But this is not important. Zhao Binghua frowned slightly. He found the fragments he needed from countless chaotic memories. Accompanied by the crackling keyboard clicks, Zhao Binghua successfully turned on the computer.

Through the computer, Zhao Binghua quickly browsed the information on the Internet, and for a long time, he leaned on the chair with his eyes absent.

The legal thinking developed over the years allowed him to quickly summarize the current situation.

First of all, this is not a dream, I should have crossed it, this is the first condition. Secondly, this world is very different from the earth on which I have lived for more than 20 years. The whole world is divided into several federations, and he is in the Eastern Federation, which is the second largest in total strength. In addition to this world’s technology The tree is obviously a bit crooked. Compared with the earth, there are many inexplicable but fragmented black technologies.

Such as quantum power station, proton multifunctional facial cleanser. Zhao Binghua's scalp was numb.

"The world of science and technology systems in the near future." Zhao Binghua silently summarized.

"But, I still want to go home..."

Zhao Binghua sighed softly, he touched his neck, and there was still another thing left unresolved right now.

There are deep purple strangles on the neck. When he woke up, he was lying on the ground with blood on his face. The room was obviously turned over by someone. So what happened before this?

Zhao Binghua habitually folded his hands. This was his habitual movement when thinking. The next moment, a black book appeared on the table out of thin air.

Zhao Binghua was taken aback. His gaze fell on the cover of this book, which was imprinted with big gilded characters written in Arabic.

"Book of Necromancers."

There is another line of small print below it. "The eternal existence will not die, but even death will die in the weird eternity."

"From the Book of Necromancers in the myth of Cthulhu, why did this thing fall into the hands of the predecessor?" Fucheng's finger belly lightly stroked the surface of the Book of Necromancers, and his extremely delicate hand made him feel a little cool. .

"This kind of touch is very delicate, the lines are clear, and it is suspected to be made of the skin on the back of a girl." Zhao Binghua paused, his expression slightly changed.

Zhao Binghua had no other hobbies in his previous life. Apart from reading novels in his spare time, he loves running troupes. He knows everything about Mr. Ke.

"According to legend, the book of the necromancer is made of the skin of a human girl. I am afraid that the book of the necromancer is not the real Necromancer?" Zhao Binghua was stunned when he thought of this.

He quickly tapped the keyboard and tried to search for something. After many attempts, Zhao Binghua did not find what he wanted to see.

Zhao Binghua has a bad premonition at this moment: "Lovecraft does not exist~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Ke total system does not have any traces of existence, which means Ke is afraid that it does not really exist..."

Zhao Binghua shuddered suddenly, President Ke, the ancient gods, and the former dominators, he wanted to go home more and more...

Following this idea, Zhao Binghua tried to search again. This time he found a lot of relevant information, and Zhao Binghua's face became darker and darker.

Although a lot of news has been blocked, as long as you have the heart, you can still find one or two.

"Officials have rejected the rumors of the zombie bite incident in Beichong, Sichuan province! For others!"

"Shocked! Zombies were found in Pearl Province!"

"The Mausoleum of the First Emperor has changed, and the terracotta warriors and horses are resurrected?!"

Zhao Binghua turned off the screen sullenly, no longer need to watch it, he would undoubtedly restrain the world...

His gaze fell on the Book of Necromancers again, what exactly was recorded in it? At this moment, he is both scared and curious.