Some people say that from a physiological point of view, after the visual stimulation of an object suddenly stops, the human visual sensing well does not disappear immediately, but the image of the object still temporarily remains, this phenomenon is also called "visual afterimage". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The reason for the formation of the visual afterimage is the result of the continuous fixation of the eyes, and it is caused by the traces left by nerve stimulation.

But it's not the only explanation.

In the multidimensional space-time superimposed of time and space, there is no such thing as the same moment point. The same place can change at different times. The so-called time and space travel is just to cross the limitations of time and space and go to another time and space.

Some people are born unconstrained by time and space.

The so-called foresight of the future is also true. Transcend the limitations of time and space and see the movement in the future time and space.

Of course, all the future is unpredictable, because there will be opportunities to change at any time.

But it's different for the established facts that have already happened.

The afterimage she saw was nothing more than the special force of the magnetic field on her body on space-time, which was interspersed in a short period of time and space a few months ago and then returned, and she saw the dissipation of the previous space-time layer with her own eyes.

Because I don't understand, I am afraid.

Is that really the case?

For the rest, he sent her back to the hospital room without saying anything.

So, what are you special?

You can see what others can't see, and you can go where others can't.

"So, who am I?"

I buried myself in the quilt and felt uneasy. If you are really a special being, then you must have something you should do.

I don't know why, she just had such a thought.

Fate will not be particularly favored by anyone, and if there is, it must be a corresponding price.

Then there must be something to do.

I just forgot about it.

Why forget?

"Who the hell am I. ”

When she closed her eyes, there was nothing but darkness that answered her.

The night was a little heavy, as if it was going to rain, and the thick clouds obscured the starlight in the sky, except for the occasional bend of moonlight that broke through the corners of the clouds and revealed slightly.

Zuo Lang frowned and looked at the night sky, wondering if the bird could bring back any news this time.

Whether it's that person or not, I can't even see it clearly.

But if it's really her, then this day is over.

"Destiny ......"

Always play cards that don't follow the rules.

When Wushuang woke up, it was the next morning.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I slept soundly this night.

It may be that the startling during the day is too exhausting and tired, so it is extraordinarily heavy, without dreams and hustle and bustle.

When I opened my eyes, my mind was still blank.

Who am I?

Where am I coming from?

What am I going to do?

Still no answer.

He laughed at himself self-deprecatingly, could it be that he really wanted to call himself 9673 now?

But one thing has improved, at least no one will be noisy to let her take medicine early in the morning.

I thought about what happened yesterday, and fortunately, I have an impression. I always felt that the doctor named Zuo Lang seemed to know something. In any case, as long as it is possible to know the clue to the answer, you must not give up.

So, she made up her mind, let's start with this Dr. Zuo Langzuo.

Some happily got out of bed.

The air is a little scorching on summer mornings. Walking out of the building is like stepping out of another world.

Ice and fire, yin and yang are distinct.

As she passed through the long corridor of the ward, she looked at the patients living in the ward with some curiosity, and recalled, her heart palpitated.

Why did you lose yourself so much that you were unrecognizable, and what kind of story did those stupid, hateful, and pitiful expressions go through to get to this?

At this time, I am glad that what I have lost is only my memory, not my sanity.

Took a deep breath, since I didn't find him in the office yesterday, maybe someone was outside.

Don't think about anything, just find yourself talking first.

The courtyard is on the front lawn of the building, separated from it by a walkway covered with vines.

From the upstairs, it looks like the yard is not big, but when you are in it, you feel that this place is not small. Passing through the cloister, the grass and the greenery cling, and what was once thought to be a sparse bush now feels like a green forest.

It seems that every step forward is a different greenery, and there is a feeling of talking about the dark flowers and another village.

She thought to herself, the people who built this place probably put some thought into this courtyard.

Going around and around, and not tired. I don't know how long I walked, and I don't know where I went, but I just felt that the further I went, the stronger the greenery and the heavier the coolness.

"Eighteen...... Bang Bang ...... Eighteen ......"

The sound was not loud, faintly like it was coming from a few small trees in front of it.

Follow the sound and go ahead, into the bushes behind the trees. I saw only a little boy, eleven or twelve years old, a small man who couldn't hold the hospital gown on his body, and his pants and sleeves were loosely rolled up at random, as if he had stolen his parents' clothes. It's a shame to have such a young child.

She sighed inwardly.

The child didn't seem to see her, clapping his hands in circles around the soles of his feet, who didn't know what it was, and chanting:

"Eighteen...... Eighteen ......"

She wondered what the hell was this kid doing, only to see him go round and round toward a small pit.

She still couldn't help asking:

"Kid, what are you doing?"

When the child heard the voice, he immediately raised his head and looked at her, his eyes shining brightly, as if they were all shining through. His pale face was full of excitement, and he grabbed her hand and led her to the edge of the pit:

"Look, look ...... below"

"What's down there?"

She frowned a little uncomfortably, for some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable when she touched the child's hand, but she didn't know what was uncomfortable, but reflexively avoided it. But such a picture, such a dialogue, seems to have appeared at some point in the past. Something seemed to flash through my head.

Where has it been, where have you seen it, or who has ever said it?

She had a very bad premonition, she couldn't see it, she must not see it.

"Look! Look! Look! Look! Eighteen ...... Eighteen ......"

The child's eyes widened, and after she dodged it, he grabbed her hand and grabbed him tightly, his eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

They were standing at the edge of the pit, just waiting for her to look down. What is in this pit? What is the child looking at? From a distance, it looks like this pit is not big, it should not be very deep, so what will it be? She just looks at it, it shouldn't be anything, right? He's just a child!

"Look...... Look...... Eighteen...... Eighteen ......"

The child's voice grew more and more excited and high-pitched, as if something was tempting her, look, look, just look, it doesn't matter......

She turned her head sideways and glanced into the pit, but found nothing.

"Look there, there......"

Her gaze followed the direction of the pale fingers, and she leaned forward unconsciously, still not seeing anything. Just as she was about to turn around, she felt a pair of cold hands sticking to her back without any temperature, as if she was facing a burst of coldness.

Get one’s dander up.

Not good!

It was only a few seconds, but she just felt that the time was stretched. She clearly felt the hands attached to her back pushing her forward, and she began to lean forward with the thrust, and the whole person fell into the pit. All the senses in her body seemed to be sensitive at this moment, and she could only resign herself to feeling the impending fall, but her body couldn't move.

The kid......

Suddenly, the sky spun around, and when she came to her senses, she saw only an empty shoulder.

Saved?

His short black hair complimented his clean-cut face. Soft facial features, it looks elegant. The person you are looking for is right now.

When she came to her senses, the child was gone.

Helping her stand up straight, Zuo Lang frowned a little displeased:

"Haven't you heard of curiosity killing cats? ”

"I ...... just now"

"You almost died. There was an instant anger in his eyes, "There is no scum left in the dead." ”