"There have been many people missing worldwide recently."

Duan Jianhui pointed to his cell phone and sighed.

Peng Zhi scratched his head, feeling that the world seemed to have changed a lot. He took out a page on his phone and said, "Look, except for someone missing, the crime rate around the world has been soaring recently."

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

It has been several days since he returned from the ghoul world.

He hasn't gone out these days, but just kept lying on the sofa to watch TV shows.

After all, I can't watch the plot of the mission world before entering the world, and he just woke up shortly after.

He has never watched new movies, TV series, animation and other new movies in this era, and he will suffer a loss 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 likely to be related to this reincarnation system.

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

The money I got from the kind-hearted man Da Biao last time was only a few hundred yuan left, which was enough for Lu Yan to drink a few more days of coffee.

Anyway, I'll just go to find Brother Dabiao after spending all of it...

...

"Ah Yeh!"

It’s strange, why do you still sneeze in the summer?

Brother Dabiao rubbed his nose and said to himself.

He waved his hand and called the younger brother at the door: "Xiaogang, has that guy named Lu Yan never left the door these days?"

The younger brother named Xiaogang said honestly: "I haven't left the house recently, I don't think he will come to take revenge on us."

"You'll give them another 10,000 yuan in two days. Damn, Peng Zhi and the others are really not afraid of death. They haven't visited the venue these days."

No matter how much he scolds, he dare not ask Brother Da Biao to take revenge on him.

"Brother Dabiao, there is no need to give them money on their own initiative. Moreover, it has not been peaceful these days. Two brothers in our gang have disappeared. I am still checking if the hostile gang is taking action in secret."

Brother Da Biao hesitated for a moment, but still said, "You'd better take some time to send it. Let's take the initiative to pay it. It's just a little money. You may not be able to ask Lu Yan to help, at least he won't attack us."

Brother Dabiao has known him.

The three people living in Duan Jianhui's house, except for the monster named Lu Yan, were all gangsters on the street, and they mainly relied on him to make a living.

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

So these three people can be said to be people without income, so Brother Da Biao is still willing to take the initiative to give them 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, there were people coming and going, some in white coats and some in military uniforms, and everyone inside was busy.

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

"How is it? Have you calculated it?"

The middle-aged officer asked in a deep voice.

The young man in a white coat turned around and did not dare to look directly at the middle-aged man's eyes. He lowered his head and said, "After referring to multiple data, the prediction model we built can only barely calculate that the total number of missing people in the world during this period should be around five million, while the number of missing people in our country exceeds one million."

The middle-aged officer put his hands behind his back, and knew that these calculation personnel should not be blamed.

Then he asked: "Can you predict the number of people who have successfully completed the shuttle world mission? Oh, according to their words, it should be called the World of Experience."

The young man in white coat turned around and began to typing on the keyboard frantically, while saying: "From the analysis (II) we can see that the current generation of models predicts the previous data more accurately.

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

The young man in white coat stopped when he said this, as if he realized that the middle-aged officer might not understand it, so he thought about the wording.

Then he said: "The number of people who have successfully experienced their first experience worldwide should be nearly 100,000."

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

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

Those missing people are not a small number, and if nothing unexpected happens, they should have died.

It is extremely difficult to hide this situation any longer.

Of course, the impact of this can barely be within the controllable range.

What makes people difficult is actually those who have successfully experienced one or more experience.

From the existing information, we can know that as long as you successfully complete a training experience, your terrifying physical fitness will be strengthened enough to allow a person who was originally a fat man to easily deal with three or five ordinary people.

For ordinary people, if they suddenly gain powerful power, their inner concept of rule of law will also undergo huge changes.

It also has a significant impact on social order.

Not to mention that this experience is not only once.

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

“It’s a turbulent time…”

...

In the midsummer afternoon, the hot sun roasted the water on the ground. Because the air was too high, the air on the road seemed to become a little distorted.

Duan Jianhui's family.

Lu Yan and Duan Jianhui and others were blowing the air conditioner and eating frozen watermelons, lying on the sofa to watch the show.

"Ah, it's so comfortable."

Peng Zhi dug a spoonful of melons and stuffed them into his mouth, closed his eyes and sighed.

Duan Jianhui looked at Lu Yan and asked curiously: "Why did Brother Da Biao give you money? What did you do?"

Lu Yan looked at his phone in a flash, and he felt that the fight in this movie was so exciting.

When Lu Yan heard Duan Jianhui's inquiry, he waved his hand.

"Maybe Brother Da Biao is kind-hearted."

I took a bite of the watermelon.

Lu Yan likes this era so much that he not only makes air conditioners called air conditioners, but also eats cool watermelons.

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

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

Where can I find such a fairy-like day?

In the past, Lu Yan could only go to some mountains to escape the heat in such hot weather, and how could he feel as comfortable as he is now?

After experiencing these novel things, I have no idea of ​​seeking death.

Well, at least I have to wait until I get tired of playing before seeking death.

The three of them were spending time leisurely.

Bang, bang, bang.
Chapter completed!