The next morning, Song Xuanhe was awakened by the crackling knocks on the door.
The middle-aged man who opened the door for him yesterday said a lot of nonsense after he opened the door. When he saw Song Xuanhe's confused look, he realized it belatedly and said in American English: "Today, the army suddenly checked every house to see if there are people from the opposite party. If you stay here, our family will be implicated. You should leave now!"
Before Song Xuanhe could react from his sleepy state, the middle-aged man and the two women hurriedly cleaned up his things, stuffed some food into his mouth, and said, "Go out through the back door, try to avoid the soldiers, but if you meet them, don't get into a fight. Just say you're here to learn how to dye cloth from Mr. Hashimi, maybe they'll believe you."
When he said the last sentence, the middle-aged man himself didn't believe it. Because he didn't believe that anyone would run to this place they all wanted to escape from to die for a piece of cloth or such a ridiculous reason, so even though the reason Song Xuanhe gave yesterday was the same as the reason given by the friend who contacted him, he didn't believe it.
Song Xuanhe could see the middle-aged man's distrust, but he didn't think of explaining. He just said, "Please tell me the nearest way to the station."
"The station doesn't have trains every day!" The middle-aged man found a robe and a headscarf that could cover his voice and gave it to him. He told Song Xuanhe the shortest and safest route and sighed, "There are often foreigners there. If you are lucky, you might even meet your country's ambassador who stays here. Then you will be safe. Let's go."
Song Xuanhe nodded, left a stack of money and a lot of food he had bought before, and left through the back door.
Even the system couldn't help but say something sarcastic: [When you ran here yesterday, did you ever think that you would risk your life to escape? 】
[I have thought about it.] 】
Song Xuanhe was walking on the almost deserted street, recalling the route the middle-aged man had just mentioned, and observing which way was the safest.
[Do you regret it?] 】The system asked again.
Song Xuanhe paused: [Yes. 】
The system was stunned. At that time, it knew clearly how persistent Song Xuanhe was, and it understood his character of not regretting something once he had done it. It asked this question only because the chip was hot and it blurted out the question. In fact, when it asked this question, the data told it through the previous collection of information on Song Xuanhe that there was an 87% chance that Song Xuanhe would say he had no regrets, and there was only a 13% uncontrollable factor.
Generally speaking, in such disparate data, the smaller percentages do not need to be considered, because under normal circumstances, more than 99% of the high percentage data is the answer. However, after getting to know Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu, the system began to doubt whether it is the most advanced system and whether it really has the most detailed data. Otherwise, why are its high percentage data always inaccurate?
The extremely unwilling system continued to ask: [Why do you regret it? Didn’t you never regret anything you did before? 】
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips. He knew why he regretted it, but he would not tell the system.
Unable to hear Song Xuanhe's answer, the system was about to ask further questions. However, just as it was about to speak, it detected a large number of people rushing over here, and hurriedly said: [Someone is coming! There are at least twenty people! The place you can hide on this road now is fifty meters away, but based on their walking speed and the speed you can walk at without alarming them, there is no place for you to hide at all! 】
You can just state the conclusion. 】Song Xuanhe did not look panicked at all. Instead, he asked calmly: [Did they bring guns? 】
[I brought it!] Everyone brought one. 】
Song Xuanhe frowned and walked along the wall while saying: [What do you think is the chance that I can leave City X alive? 】
[Fifty percent.] 】System Road.
This 50-50 probability is equivalent to saying nothing.
Song Xuanhe shook his head. Even in such a critical situation, he was not panicked at all, and he didn't even feel afraid at all.
[If my life is in great danger here, can you send me back to my world directly? 】
[Theoretically, no. The system said: [Moreover, you still have an unfinished mission outside the plot in this world. If you go back directly, you will be restricted by the main system. In addition, you have already attracted the attention of the main system. It is very likely that you will not be able to go back when the time comes. 】
[The premise is that I can live to that time.] 】
Song Xuanhe stopped, raised his hands, and calmly looked at the armed men who were approaching him step by step with wooden cannons.
The person walking on the far left looked Song Xuanhe up and down, took a step forward, pulled off his headscarf, and looked at his companion, then asked in American: "Is your identity?"
Song Xuanhe took out his passport and handed it over very honestly.
The other people pointed their guns in this direction, and the person who took Song Xuan and the passport looked down to check.
[You'd better not think about running away on your own. 】Seeing Song Xuanhe's eyes flickering and his gaze inconspicuously looking at the other people who gathered around him, the system said: 【According to my analysis, the possibility of you successfully escaping from these people is zero. 】
[No need for your analysis.] Song Xuanhe curled his lips and said: [I also know that the possibility of me escaping from them is zero. 】
So what do you observe them doing? 】The system asked.
[Know yourself and know your enemy.] Song Xuanhe said calmly: I must know my current situation. 】
[Your situation is...] The system paused, and followed Song Xuanhe's gaze to scan the inconspicuous people hidden among the group of armed personnel, and said: [The first man in the second row from the left on your right, is he the one who followed you before? 】
Song Xuanhe curled his lips: [You finally figured it out. 】
[So they are...]
Before the system finished speaking, the man who had just checked the passport and communicated with his companions said in American: "Mr. Song, we are the people sent by Mr. Xiao to protect you. Please leave with us now."
Song Xuanhe nodded, glanced at the few familiar faces in the crowd, and said, "Thank you for your help."
The Arab nodded, raised his hand and asked the others to put down their guns, walked beside Song Xuanhe and said, "Put on your headscarf first, lower your head, and try not to show your face."
Song Xuanhe didn't ask any more questions and did as the man said.
They quietly and orderly passed through the area where the military and civilians were concentrated and got on the bus. After getting on the bus, the Arab relaxed a little and smiled at Song Xuanhe, "I wonder why Mr. Song came to Country X?"
Song Xuanhe: "I came to find Mr. Hashimi to learn from him his special dyeing techniques and how to make dyes."
"So that's how it is." The Arab laughed and said, "Mr. Hashimi is very famous in Country X, but a few days ago, because his daughter was sick, the medical care and environment here were not suitable for patients to recuperate, so he had to leave with his family. It was Mr. Hashimi and his family who left at that time."
Song Xuanhe's eyes lit up and asked, "Do you know where Mr. Hashimi went?"
"I only know that they went to the United States." The Arab said, "But I don't know exactly where. However, if you want to find him, you can ask Mr. Xiao. I believe it will be very easy for him to find Mr. Hashimi in the United States."
Song Xuanhe did not comment, "Thank you."
However, this Arab man with a very serious face was called Mohammed. He was very talkative. During the shaky journey, he not only asked Song Xuan about many of his experiences during his travels, but also talked about his family members who were settled abroad and expressed his concerns about the authorities.
In short, everything was pleasant and relaxing until the sand exploded ahead.
"Protect Mr. Song!"
Amid the thumping sound of bullets, Song Xuanhe was pushed down by Mohammed. He then opened the car door and fired a few shots. Then he turned around and asked seriously, "Can you use a gun?"
At this time, Song Xuanhe had already equipped himself with something that could be used as a weapon, and upon hearing this, he quickly said, "Yes."
Mohammed quickly threw a gun to him and gave him two magazines. He pointed to a small village vaguely visible in the flying yellow sand and said, "Try to run over there. I will have someone escort you there. Someone will take you to the United States."
There was no time to say more in this situation. Song Xuanhe nodded, then lowered his head and followed the people behind him. However, just after he took a few steps away, he noticed that there seemed to be someone on a sandbag.
He called out to Mohammed and yelled, "Run!"
Muhammad reacted extremely quickly. Without thinking, he followed Song Xuanhe and ran in the same direction. They had only run a few dozen meters when the exploding sand behind them knocked them to the ground.
The loess and gravel pavement hit them, and everyone held their heads. After a few seconds, when they recovered and turned around, they saw that the off-road vehicle that had just parked in the middle of the road had been blown to pieces and was burning.
"Thank you." Mohammed looked around vigilantly before getting up and asking Song Xuanhe, "Are you okay?"
Song Xuanhe shook his head, and the few of them moved forward again. This time, the people who caught up from behind attracted fire for them, and their progress was no longer as difficult as before, but they were so tense that they couldn't relax.
They moved forward cautiously, and only relaxed a little when they were about to reach the agreed village. However, just as they relaxed, stray bullets hit from the front. Perhaps those people saw from the previous situation that Song Xuanhe was the person that Muhammad and his group were trying hard to protect, so this time almost all the firepower was directed in his direction.
Muhammad and several others immediately protected Song Xuanhe, but their protection made those people more certain of their guesses, and their attacks on Song Xuanhe became more fierce.
Amid the hail of bullets, the system directed Song Xuanhe in his mind to avoid the direction he was supposed to go. Thanks to his agility, he did not get hurt for a while. However, in two minutes, several people on their side were injured, and countless people on the other side were also injured by them.
It was just that Muhammad was shot in the arm, so the shooting stopped for a while. Song Xuanhe turned around to check Muhammad's injuries. His head had just deviated by only a dozen degrees when he heard the system yelling in his head: "Be careful! 】
The moment the bullet entered his body, Song Xuanhe felt as if he saw a figure rushing towards him.
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