The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

"What do you mean?"

Before being attracted by other things, Jing'an knew that it was only now that she was seriously looking at the unknown man in front of her.

The fine snow crystals fell on his face, either melted or frozen into more transparent flakes. The fine lines around the corners of the eyes reveal a little vicissitudes of life, and the tight lips are thin and narrow, giving people an intuition that is very difficult to approach.

Observed from the outside, he was just a middle-aged man who seemed a little wary.

The strange scene of returning from the dead did not make Jing'an panic. He thought for a moment, then responded.

"I can put things aside first. At the moment, the most important thing is the question of attitude."

Jing'an slowly raised her arm to signal to the other party that she was not malicious. At the same time, his eyes flowed over the objects in the latter's hands, his tone was gentle and calm.

"Let's put down the things on our hands first, and then we will have a good conversation, how about it?"

Military printing paint, produced in conventional armaments before the disaster. With a full length of 1.2 meters in length, coupled with extremely powerful pushing force and special sharp bullets, the burst of impact is by no means a level that Jing'an can ignore.

This is not a large-scale killer that can be compared to assembled firearms randomly pieced together by those private factories.

"I have nothing to say to you."

The dark gaze gleamed dangerously in his eyes, and he immediately raised the muzzle, and at a distance of nearly thirty meters, he once again formed a confrontation of opposition.

The situation seems to be turning into a more embarrassing atmosphere.

But Jing'an has found a way to alleviate it-thanks to this completely dark, standard-style firearm with the ultimate in style.

In the entire federal region, only the district government has the ability to produce firearms of this strength.

"Federal membership, number D-2, 192. Friends, put down the gun, we are our own."

The serious expression instantly solidified on the opponent's face, but he paused for a moment, and then turned his gun.

"Federal registration, number E-1, 084. Next time this happens, remember to report the information first, so that we can save unnecessary suspicion."

As a variant of the federal registration, everyone's number belongs to the highest level of confidentiality. Most of the time, as long as they exchange each other's partitions and coding codes, the two parties can reach a consensus in an instant.

As the most efficient method of identification, Jiang Yue's memory played a decisive role at this time.

At the same time, Jing'an also obtained a somewhat weird piece of information-this guy didn't know that the Jiangyue number had been cancelled.

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and even with his expression, he relaxed in an instant. But despite this, he still stood in place, and didn't mean to approach Jing'an.

It still retains the most basic vigilance.

After a brief silence, Jing'an took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

"Exchanging information first, my name is Jing'an."

"Guardian Tiger."

The two sides began preliminary negotiations at a distance of tens of meters.

"Mr. Guan Hu, I have a lot of questions, so I will start with the simplest... What task are you currently performing in the northern border?"

"A-level confidentiality agreement, you are not qualified to listen."

As expected, Jing'an nodded blankly.

"So, do you know now... what kind of situation we are in?"

Unreasonable inquiries made Guan Hu's brow pick up. He seemed to be trying to say something, but suddenly he was excited. Afterwards, his arms began to tremble so violently that he could no longer continue to raise the killer in his hand.

"I, I'm...I should be in Winterhold, with the captain, performing a secret mission...here, where is this?"

"This is another mezzanine of the space. It can also be said that it belongs to you...a mezzanine world."

Among the remaining information in the system, Jing'an once understood this miraculous special ability.

This is derived from the deep development of the phantom pathway.

Through continuous reinforcement of dreams, it becomes more and more close to reality, which is the premise. The mutant of the illusion pathway can exchange for an incredible ability after paying a very high price-he will be trapped in the dream he has forged, wandering forever, until it is annihilated, and become a dust in the material world.

And this whole piece of space is like a small desert island floating in the ocean. The material world as the main body is the large land facing it across the sea.

If you want to land on a deserted island, you must abandon the continent under your feet and plunge into the ocean to find this new piece of land.

This is also the reason why Jing'an needs to slow down his breathing, or even almost stop his heartbeat, in order to try to sense the space where the tiger is.

To be honest, before meeting Guan Hu, Jing'an only had the mentality to try something.

Because this approach is very dangerous, it's like cruising in the sea without a direction. There is no chance that you can encounter a deserted island, not to mention that you can land safely. If it weren't for the ‘safety’ method of system integration, Jing’an would not have such an idea.

It’s just never thought that a whole new mezzanine world can actually be extended. The power of the so-called mutant was once again promoted in Jing'an's heart.

Adjust your mentality to make your appearance look more confident. In order to obtain more information, Jing'an must behave more naturally at this time.

"Looking at you, you should have lost your memory, right?"

"The price you want to exchange for your dreams should include part of your memory."

Jing An stepped forward slowly, his speed was deliberately slowed down, like a predator gradually approaching the prey, cautiously.

He needs to know more.

For example, what happened to him and the souls of people living outside.

Another example is what happened to the secret mission of Winterhold.

There are countless puzzles of this kind that need to be answered, and with this as the goal, Jing'an must awaken Guan Hu's deeper memory.

"Think about it carefully, these memories are not removed from your mind, but hidden in your deeper consciousness."

But having said that, the clues right now are enough to piece together a complete line. After simply concatenating them, after analysis, Jing'an has also been able to vaguely infer some cryptic content.

First of all, the head of their group glimpsed on the platform the day before yesterday has a relatively reasonable explanation.

Because of the task of high confidentiality, the guard who lost his life, in order to be able to save more important information, thus driving the final force, so that he can be parasitic in this virtual world.