2 Dayu's flood control①
◎Death at the start◎
At 5:45 pm, Zhu Heng woke up from bed.
The afterglow of the setting sun poured into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Zhu Heng lifted the white gauze curtain and looked out the window.
Just off the horizon lay a massive golden-red sunset. The boundless sea seemed to be right before our eyes, so vast that if it weren't for the French window, we could easily scoop it up in our hands.
Zhu Heng withdrew his gaze and looked around the unfamiliar small room.
The room wasn't big, only about six or seven square meters. The entire west-facing wall was covered in floor-to-ceiling glass. Next to the window was a single bed, exactly where he had just slept. Behind the door stood a wardrobe with a few spare coats hanging on it. There was also a simple single-person table and chairs.
He subconsciously scratched the mole on the tip of his nose.
Where is this?
"Zila——" A sound like an electric shock suddenly exploded in my ears.
Zhu Heng put down his hand and looked out the door. The sound came from outside.
"Sizzle——" It sounded like the sound of skewers sizzling with oil on the iron grill.
Zhu Heng put on his clothes, got up and went out.
Just as he walked out of the room, he heard another door opening sound.
Zhu Heng turned around and saw a boy rushing out of the door on the left.
The man was wearing a bright green shirt, white shorts, flip-flops, a pair of pink sunglasses on his nose, his golden hair hanging down casually, and he was holding a coconut in his arms, as if he had just returned from a beach vacation.
Zhu Heng's eyes swept over the small square tool in the other person's hand.
That thing... seemed to be something from a Level 1 civilization. Not long ago, he had seen a news report about a restored ancient artifact called a "cell phone."
At this moment, this first-level civilized human was staring at Zhu Heng excitedly, as if he had seen a relative.
Tao Ran's eyes were red and he was almost crying. It turned out that he was not the only one trapped here!
Just as Tao Ran was about to speak, he heard a "click" and the door to Zhu Heng's right was pushed open, and a radiant beauty walked out calmly.
She had long, wavy black hair that fell to her waist, and was wearing a dark red sequined halter dress. She had a facial mask on her face, a nearly torn diary tucked under her arm, and a simple and elegant silver watch on her left wrist.
Unlike Tao Ran's excitement, the beauty appeared calm and composed. She raised her hand and gently squeezed the bubbles in her mask, then spoke slowly, "I've been acting for over twenty years, and this is the first time I've seen a living, breathing, first-class cosmic civilization."
Tao Ran was stunned: "Level 1 cosmic civilization? Who, me?"
The actress glanced at him casually and smiled faintly: "Hello, this ancient human from tens of thousands of years ago."
Tao Ran felt disheveled in the wind and thought he was probably dreaming.
After scaring Tao Ran, the actress turned around and glanced at Zhu Heng indifferently.
Zhu Heng caught her gaze and looked up.
She responded with a faint smile, then looked away as if nothing had happened and hummed a little tune.
Tao Ran finally accepted the astonishing fact that he was an "ancient human". Seeing the actress's shining appearance, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Hey, do you know her?" He came over and poked Zhu Heng's arm.
Zhu Heng moved his arm away calmly.
When he was a child, he was dragged by the dean to follow the prime-time TV series of those years. He watched every one every day. Although he couldn't say he knew them all by heart, at least he knew the faces of all the actors of that generation.
But the actress in front of him should be from the same second-level cosmic civilization as him, and he really has no impression of her.
Zhu Heng pondered for two seconds, and finally replied calmly: "Hmm... maybe."
I guessed in my heart that he was probably just a supporting role.
The actress lifted her long hair from her ears, smiled at them, casually opened the diary in her hand, and lowered her head to read.
Tao Ran glanced at it casually.
The page was full of words, but the handwriting was not very beautiful, and was even a little crooked, like a child's handwriting.
In this situation, he can still appreciate things. What a talent.
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Zhu Heng saw everything.
As for the so-called third-level cosmic civilization, I wonder to what extent its technology has developed, but it can actually bring humans from the first-level and second-level cosmic civilizations here.
He turned around and carefully observed the environment outside - this was a hexagonal open-air building with six independent cabins. He, Tao Ran and the actress each occupied one, and the other three were occupied by unknown people.
The six rooms form a circle, with an open-air circular activity area in the center, resembling a small, enclosed courtyard. The entire structure hangs suspended over the boundless sea, like a hexagonal snowflake floating on the surface. The waves envelop the building, with no land beneath it, only a single thread—like a silk thread hanging from the sky—piercing the very center of the "hexagonal snowflake" and extending into the bottomless waters.
This line is like an invisible nail, firmly fixing them above the water.
Just as Zhu Heng looked around, the line suddenly made three "sizzling" sounds, and then the doors of the three rooms opposite opened in unison.
Is there someone new coming?
Tao Ran looked up and saw three tenants dressed in ancient costumes. He couldn't help laughing: "Three more actors?"
The three new tenants looked stunned and bewildered.
A thin, bronze-skinned man in a short shirt and a wide belt around his waist frowned slightly, his eyes filled with confusion as he stared at Tao Ran and asked, "What is an actor? Where exactly is this place?"
Tao Ran took off half of his sunglasses, hooked his fingers, and said with a hint of teasing: "Brother, what dynasty are you from? You make it look quite real."
The man said seriously, "I'm a craftsman, originally building a mausoleum for the First Emperor in Xianyang. I was digging when a sudden flood came and submerged the mausoleum pit. When I woke up, I was already here."
"The First Emperor? You mean the Qin Shi Huang?" Tao Ran blinked. "Brother, this kind of joke isn't quite appropriate in this situation, is it?"
But the thin man looked at him in confusion: "Why would I lie to you?"
Tao Ran was speechless. A vague idea popped into his head, but he didn't dare dwell on it. He swallowed, his legs weakening slightly, and turned to look at the second new tenant.
The man was wearing a light yellow robe with narrow sleeves, a dark blue hat on his head, and black boots. He had a full and round face and narrow eyes. Although he looked elegant, he also had a murderous aura.
He smiled kindly and bowed, saying, "I am a native of the Tang Dynasty. I studied diligently for years, but failed the imperial examination. Heartbroken, I was trying to drown my sorrows in wine and was about to write a poem on the wall of a restaurant. Unexpectedly, a flood swept through Chang'an, and when I woke up, I was here."
Tao Ran was stunned for a moment when a hoarse but powerful voice reached his ears. He turned and saw the third new tenant: a young woman wearing a green blouse and a light red skirt. Her black hair was tied up high, and she was petite with delicate features. However, her voice was completely at odds with her appearance; it exuded a cheerful and heroic spirit.
The woman crossed her arms and said, "I'm from the Song Dynasty. I'm a farmer's daughter. I was planting rice in the fields when a sudden flood came. I watched helplessly as the fields were flooded... You all know what happened next."
After hearing this, Tao Ran became numb.
The scholars of the Tang Dynasty, the peasant girls of the Song Dynasty, the craftsmen of the Qin Dynasty, and him, are all members of the second generation of the rich who have been engaged in business and have no trace of scholarly influence in their previous generations.
Scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, all are here.
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After a round of self-introductions, everyone quickly realized one thing in common: they came here because they were swept away by a sudden flood.
But where did this flood come from? Were they the only six swept away? What about the others? Where were they? And what was the purpose of that strange cable hanging in the air?
Doubts flooded the air, and everyone was uneasy. Just as they were about to ask questions, two sudden electric sounds rang out in their ears:
“Sizzle——”
“Sizzle——”
The string clicked twice, and the sound made people feel nervous and a chill ran down their spines.
Then, everyone heard a mechanical and cold voice, without any warmth:
Dear audience members, I miss you so much——
[This time, six visitors were detected, from the Qin, Tang, and Song dynasties, the first-level civilization era, and two visitors from the second-level civilization era, totaling six different eras.]
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. How could there be six? In this damn place, even the number of people couldn't be counted!
At that moment, a dining table suddenly appeared in the middle of the activity area. On it lay six plates of tender, fragrant, roasted fish, sizzling with oil and emitting an alluring aroma. Perhaps the aroma was too alluring, and several people's stomachs began to growl at an inopportune moment.
The line continued to report coldly:
On an ordinary evening, six hungry audience members entered the theater. Before the play officially began, they enjoyed a feast prepared for them. After dining and drinking their fill, they waited patiently for six o'clock to arrive. The show was about to begin...
This clearly meant that they should eat the six plates of fish on the table first. But who would dare to touch this grilled fish that came from an unknown source?
Zhu Heng glanced around, looking at the thread or the system that carried it. He leaned down slightly and asked, "What will happen if I don't eat it?"
The system was silent for a moment.
Is it short?
What does it mean when you lean over?
After a moment, the system branched out like a split hair, pointing directly at Zhu Heng, with a threatening tone in its voice:
Eat or die.
Zhu Heng smiled calmly, as if he didn't take the threat seriously. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said "Oh" softly.
He said, “Then I’m going to die.”
Everyone: “?”
system:"?????"
A few seconds later, Zhu Heng got what he wanted and was stabbed through the left chest.
【Author’s words】
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