"Do you believe in alternate planes?"

What does this mean when I uploaded this phrase to my page from QQ software? At least I didn't realize it when I first saw it.

I hate this kind of inexplicable question, mixed between philosophical science fiction and pranks, so that I don't want to answer. So I ignored him and silently opened the game page, looking for a little pleasure in Galen's Demacia greatsword.

But then, another message was sent by him, which was an interface jitter that affected my playing game. I parked the game page and clicked on the avatar, a mouse. To be honest,I don't remember if I added this person.,My QQ address book is too miscellaneous.,Who are the people in it?,Actually, I can't count everything.。

I politely replied, "I believe it." "Ready to unveil his identity in the rest of the conversation. But there was silence on the page, and he didn't reply to me for about three minutes. I looked at the chat page silently, but I couldn't even see the words "typing" on it.

I guess it's a prank, I told myself, and I'm going to close the chat page. But he replied, sending a line under my eyes:

"I've seen you on another alternate plane. ”

I've seen me on another alternate plane? I'm not surprised that there's one else on an alternate plane. But he still has to meet two conditions in this sentence, one is that parallel time and space really exist, and the other is that he can go to parallel time and space. And it's ridiculous that he said this so firmly. I decided it was a prank account, so I closed the chat page and continued to play the online game.

I've been in the internet café for fifteen days, more than two weeks...... The reason for this is that the rent in this city is too expensive, so I thought about living in an Internet café first, but I never found a job, so I put it off until now.

But now I have to leave because I can't afford to live in an internet café.

What I need to think about now is how to live next. In SH, a city that is drunk and golden, there is no money and status, and living is a very serious proposition. Many people have lived their entire lives without thinking of a proper method. There are so many people like me, it's ridiculous.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the QQ page flashed again.,I'm sure I've closed it before.,I didn't expect the background to run it again.。

I opened it casually and watched the curtain end inside, and no one ever messaged me - except for the top name, "Alternate Time and Space".

Why did he change his name to Alternate Plane? He asked me if I believed in Alternate Plane? Could this Alternate Plane mean him?

I opened his dialog box again to see what medicine he was selling in his gourd. But I saw that he sent me a picture, and when I clicked on it, I found that the picture was blurry. It can be vaguely seen that there is a man and a woman, snuggling up to each other. The man's face was blurry, but it felt very familiar to me.

I replied, "What is this? Is there a high-definition picture?"

This time he replied quickly: "This picture is called "White Moonlight", if you want to see it, I can come to you." ”

I replied, "Forget it, I'm at an internet café, not home." ”

"Are you in an Internet café too? Me is also here, maybe we're in an Internet café. He was quick to type.

I watched him reply and made a mocking look. There are countless Internet cafes in this city, and the one I am in is only a small one, and that is even more.

Unexpectedly, he still didn't give up and asked me to send the coordinates. I don't know what factors affected me, I didn't know him, but I still obediently sent the coordinates over.

There was silence for a while, and after a long time, he sent a message.

"Can you come to machine 37, I'm here. ”

I don't believe in evil, so I immediately got up and walked to machine No. 37, crossed the long corridor of machine No. 37, and walked to machine No. 37, but found that it was empty.

I was just about to laugh at myself for being naïve, when suddenly the screen of the No. 37 machine lit up, and the picture above showed the same picture he sent me earlier. I first looked around, and at this point in time, the Internet café was a crowd of people staying up late, lighting cigarettes with each other, enveloping the white smoke here. Even the network administrator on the side is around to settle the day's things. I thought that no one could control this computer right under my nose, and I was amazed, so I stepped forward to take a closer look at this picture.

It turns out that the picture was drawn with a pen, not a photograph. The woman above has a delicate face, lips like red hearts, and big eyes, and is a very beautiful woman. And I looked at the man and saw a very familiar face, and it was mine.

Seeing myself in a painting at such a time still makes my heart flutter. But although it is the same face, the man in the painting has a different temperament from me...... Maybe it's because of the ancient clothes, the long black hair, or maybe it's because of the faintly locked brows, a kind of heroism faintly revealed.

I began to wonder how that man got this picture on and why did he do it?

I took out my phone and took a picture of this picture. The woman in the painting is really good-looking, and has a clean charm. She looked at the man's eyes as gentle as water, it was a kind of admiration that overflowed the eyes, and the admiration that made these smart eyes unconcealed.

I went back to my place and immediately called him back.

"Why are you doing this?"

"That's right, a friend of mine has had a very sad thing and I want you to help. "He replied to me.

I'm twenty-three, and I'm long past the age of being simple and straight. But I still bumped into his chatterbox.

"What can I help, I'm just a vagrant. ”

"But he could. ”

He quickly retracted the phrase, and I guessed that the "he" in his words was referring to the man in the painting, but wasn't that person me?

"You say, as long as I give work, I can do anything. ”

There was silence on the other end of the page. I guess he was surprised by my answer. He did so much, drawing, and looking for hackers to hack into the computer, just to ask me for help. But I'll do it if he gives him money directly. I'm not a principled person, I have to live.

"I can give you thirty thousand a month, and you go to one place for six months. ”

After reading his reply, I began to think about the question: "30,000 a month, and 180,000 for six months." "180,000 is a lot of money for me, so I have no room to refuse. But I have to fight for it.

"Let's make it whole, and give me 200,000 in six months? ”

I guess he didn't expect me to ask "what to do and where to do it", but to ask this. He was visibly hesitant, and it took a long time for him to type.

"Yes. But I want you to know that you have potential that you can't imagine on your own, and that you are far from being the one to make such demands. ”

I shook my head at his words. I just want to live in this society. I have to ask for money. Even if I have a dream, I have to live before my dream can't support me.

"When will it start. You can tell me specific things. I typed him.

"I'll go find you. If you look at your mobile phone, there should be a text message in it reminding you that your bank card has reached 60,000, and I will pay you two months' salary first. In addition, I have signed you up for a martial arts class, so please be sure to learn it. ”

I took out my phone, looked inside, and sure enough, I found two text messages. One is the bank arrival information, and the other is the registration information for the martial arts class.

Yes, this kid even got my bank account number and mobile phone number. It seems to be someone close to me, but who will have the money to help me......? I actually have an answer in my mind. If it's really the person in the answer, I won't do it even if I have more money. But at this moment, life has become a big problem. I had to deceive myself into not allowing myself to find this answer.

I made up my mind to make it a priority to do what he gave me, and when the six months had passed, I would use the commission to do some business.

After one last communication with him, I turned off my computer and walked out of the Internet café.

I don't know how many days I've eaten instant noodles, but now I just want to eat hot meals and hot dishes. I walked silently down the street, trying to see where there were night food stalls.

SH's nights are always so bustling, like plucking the stars of the universe for thousands of light-years and putting them in this city. So every star shined and roared with all its might, and the faint starlight above the earth was tarnished.

You say, why is such a beautiful city so embarrassing for those outsiders? Obviously, he has aroused countless admiration with such a gorgeous scene, but he wants to brutally trample on the dreams and dignity of those who come and go one by one.

I sat in the corner of a supper stall and opened a bottle of beer. The shopkeeper put the stained menu in front of me, and I poured the wine into my mouth. I ordered a whole table of food and ate as hard as I could. It doesn't matter if it's spicy, sour or bitter. I even mixed wasabi with beer and drank it.

The people around me looked stupid. Are they wondering if this neighbor table is crazy, eating so crazy? I'm not insane, I'm just, it's been too long since I've had a formal meal. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, I don't know how long it will take to eat such a meal one day in the future.

So I was embarrassed, and my belly was full, and I still had to eat as much as I could.

I was already drunk on the way to the hostel. I stumbled and fumbled my way. The night in this city is so bright and brilliant that I am not afraid to see the road clearly. I walked up the stone steps and walked step by step to the inn where I had stayed. I knew that when I started using the money, I had already made some kind of contract with him. What I need to do will be one to start.

When I went to the old hostel, I still booked the cheapest room I'd ever stayed in. Then the phone rang and told me that he had spoken. I picked it up and looked at the words inside:

"Come to me tomorrow at the address below......"

I thought about it for a moment, and thought about whether or not I should bring some weapons. Later, on second thought, assuming that he really had bad intentions, it would be useless for me to bring weapons. I replied with a "yes" and lay down on my bed to get ready for bed. On the ceiling, my award-winning poster and materials were not taken off, so I could see when I looked up, "Fuchaino, the runner-up of the music competition, was exposed to plagiarism a few days ago and did not participate in the competition. I looked at the golden words on it and buried my head under the pillow.