The temperature in the kitchen was getting higher and higher, but Xue Kaimo didn't feel a trace of suffocation, he felt that a certain consciousness in his mind began to recover, but he was lazy and groggy as if he didn't want to wake up completely. Xue Kaimo walked in front of the second iron pot and reached out to lift the lid on the top of the pot.

This kind of aroma can't be satisfied with just the smell of the nose, Xue Kai intoxicated himself in the breath that was wafting out of the pot, and felt that his feet were slowly drifting off the ground. Quickly flipped in the splash of water in the pot were pieces of strangely shaped meat, the top of the iron pot was steaming vaguely for a long time, Xue Kaimo's head was already hanging upside down on the layer of hot and humid water, and his face full of intoxicated expressions was gradually damp.

Suddenly, there was a sound of glass breaking from behind Xue Kaimo. He looked back and saw a row of shelves full of glasses tilting towards the ground, and he couldn't see the hand that suddenly appeared behind the shelves, he could only see the frightened and frightened faces in the reflection of the glasses that were about to fall to the ground. Then there was another row of shelves for plates, then bowls and plates, and in short, everything in the kitchen that could be broken was being destroyed in turn by an invisible force. The stove under Xue Kaimo's head suddenly turned off without warning, and the two iron pots returned to the cold temperature that they should have in the cold night, and Xue Kaimo fell heavily to the ground, but he didn't wake up.

"What do you want me to do?" Xue Kaimo didn't know who asked this question, he just felt the trembling of his lips and heard his own voice.

"No, you're going to do it yourself. A woman's voice replied.

"Leave me alone, I feel like I'm going crazy. The other Xue Kai pleaded weakly.

"No, it's you who won't let yourself go, and you can't let go of yourself. Also, you're never going crazy, you're just forgetting about something. The woman's voice continued to answer.

"If I do forget about them, let me forget them completely, I don't want to remember anything, I don't want to remember anything. The other Xue Kaimo continued to plead.

"No, you can't forget, it's like your name, everything is predestined. The woman's voice said.

"Who is ruling me, is it me or fate?" another Xue Kai asked.

"It's you and your destiny. The woman's voice replied.

"Who the hell are you?" asked another Xue Kaimo aloud, seemingly aware that the conversation was about to end soon.

"You'll remember. The woman's voice finished the last sentence and vanished.

Xue Kaimo opened his eyes, and the first thing that flashed through his mind was that he completely remembered every detail and every sentence in the dream just now, and his consciousness at this time was unprecedentedly clear.

"What should I do?" Xue Kaimo asked to himself, but the boredom that had accumulated in his chest before going to bed had been reduced by half.

Xue Kaimo sat up and habitually propped his hand to the side of the bed, but today his hand fell short.

The sensation of his body had begun to recover, and Xue Kaimo's two hands did not touch the warm bedding, but pressed on the cold ground. Xue Kaimo looked around him, and a heart that had just woken up hit his chest.

He was in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning, but there was no glass on the floor, the fragments of porcelain bowls, and the nearest stove was empty. In front of Xue Kaimo, someone lifted a floor tile on the ground less than a meter away from his feet, and under the floor tiles was a black hole, like a bottomless tunnel.