Da, da, grunt......

In the middle of the night, who's rolling marbles upstairs?

Song Jingxing thought in a daze.

I subconsciously wanted to pull a quilt, but I grabbed it empty, and only touched a thin blanket.

Song Jingxing came to his senses.

Because it was winter, he slept on a quilt.

But now there was a mattress under him, and he was covered with a thin blanket.

I looked around.

This is a very simple bedroom with a very simple finish.

There was also a small orange night light at the head of the bed.

Where is this?

Song Jingxing was a little flustered and confused.

Then began to ponder.

Am I crossing over?

Memories are like a tidal wave, surging up in waves, not giving him any chance to resist.

Struggling to digest the memory, he finally figured out his current situation.

Song Jingxing, a native of Shuangyang City, Daxia, majoring in fine arts, is currently a freelancer, that is, he has no job.

Da, da, bone......

The sound of marbles rang out again.

"Is the floor slab expanding and shrinking hot?" Song Jingxing was a little puzzled.

In another world, Song Jingxing has learned about this phenomenon.

At this moment, there was a sudden "pop" sound in the living room.

Then, grunt......

A marble rolled in through the door.

Song Jingxing's whole body was cold, and his hair stood on end.

Because in his memory, he was alone in this house.

Could it be that there are ghosts in this world?

Song Jingxing lay down gently, and then covered his head with the blanket.

System?

System Dad?

Silence.

The system doesn't want to deal with him.

Let him travel to the world with ghosts, and don't even give him a golden finger, do you want to play him to death?

However, from my past memories, I have never heard of ghosts in this world.

Although it also has all kinds of ghost legends, they are all made up and deceitful.

Song Jingxing wanted to lift the blanket to take a look, but he didn't dare.

Confused, fell asleep again.

Until a bell rings.

only to wake him up again.

Sunlight shines through the window, and the beams of dust float.

It turned out that it was dawn.

I turned off the mobile phone ringtone at the bedside.

Suddenly he remembered the strangeness of the previous night, and sat up and looked at the door.

Sure enough, there was a marble at the door.

Song Jingxing walked over lightly and took a closer look, it was just a very ordinary marble, and it was no different.

That's when I picked it up.

"Is it a mouse?"

The place where he lives belongs to the LC area, and the latest house has more than ten years, so there are rats and cockroaches or something, which is too normal.

So I put it in the key box and looked at the house by the way.

The layout and decoration of the whole house gives him a sense of both familiarity and strangeness.

The house has been around for some years, with two bedrooms and one living room, and the decoration is still in the style of the eighties.

Standing in front of the washstand, I couldn't help but be stunned when I saw the same appearance as him in the mirror, but much younger.

"Parallel worlds?"

Song Jingxing used to be an art student, and after graduation, he entered the game industry and worked as an artist in several game companies.

And Song Jingxing in this world also studied art, but after graduation, he resigned after working in a game company for more than a year.

Currently freelance, i.e. unemployed.

I usually make a living by taking orders on the Internet.

With the help of memory, I made a random bowl of noodles in the kitchen.

After eating, I went to the study next door.

Seeing the furnishings in the study, Song Jingxing was surprised, all kinds of figures, hanging paintings, game consoles, dual-screen high-end computers, and so on.

It seems that he was also a real otaku before, and the money was spent in these places.

I turned on my computer and searched carefully for every aspect of this world.

Compared with the memory in the brain, I found that there is still a difference between the two worlds.

Place names, culture, history, and so on, all have subtle differences.

But overall, it's still a tech-based world.

The development of technology is similar to that of the past world.

There's nothing weird about it.

It seems that last night was purely self-scareting.

Just then, the penguin horn sounded on the table.

At this time, Song Jingxing used the number to take orders.

He was contacted by the art director of the company where he used to work.

The message is very simple and straightforward.

Five paintings, two hundred, four days, .txt demand.

OK。

The two barely communicated much.

Two hundred yuan a piece, five thousand yuan, four days, it seems to be very profitable, but in fact it is hard money.

Five paintings in four days is really rushed.

But now, he's going downstairs for lunch.

By the way, take a walk and breathe.

After a busy morning, coupled with the original memories, through the understanding of the world, he already has the feeling of integrating into the world.

I also have a new plan for the future.

It's a pity that the gold finger has not arrived for a long time.

The location of Song Jingxing's place is not good, and it is not bad.

It belongs to the relocation house of urban villages, and the quality of personnel is not very high.

However, the surrounding supermarkets, hospitals, and parks are still relatively complete.

Turn left out of the community and walk 500 meters ahead, there is a small park.

About 500 meters away, there is a big supermarket.

As soon as Song Jingxing went downstairs, his mobile phone rang.

When I picked it up, I saw that it was a woman named Xu Xiaochan.

"Song Jingxing, where are you?" As soon as the phone was connected, there was a good-sounding female voice who was domineering.

"At home. ”

"Then hurry up, I'll wait for you at the intersection of Wangjiang Road. After saying that, he clicked the phone and hung up.

Song Jingxing looked at the phone with a blind tone, speechless for a while.

Xu Xiaochan is Song Jingxing's college classmate, the school flower and the top student, and belongs to the school's influential figures.

And Song Jingxing is one of her ultimate licking dogs.

But now, although Song Jingxing has inherited the memories of the past, his feelings for the people and things in the past are much weaker.

And secretly despise his past self, licking the dog can't house.

But when he thought of Xu Xiaochan's appearance in his memory, he decided to meet him.

Because he is lowly.

The intersection of Wangjiang Road is not far away, next to the right-hand supermarket in the community.

Song Jingxing walked out of the community to the right, just through a park.

He had just walked to the entrance of the park.

A hand stretched out from beside him.

This is a pair of green and bulging, skinny hands, and a pitted stainless steel bowl in the hand, with a few coins in the bowl, with the movement of the hand, it is turned upside down.

The owner of the hand is an old man with gray hair, white eyes, and a rickety body.

This beggar Song Jingxing knew and appeared at the gate of the park about half a month ago.

When Song Jingxing went out for a walk at night, he would give him a steel hammer.

But I didn't expect it to be there at noon.

Feeling in his pocket, he pulled out a coin and threw it into his bowl.

"Thanks, thanks, hehe. ”

The old beggar bowed and bowed his hands, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth, which made people a little disgusting.

And the sound is particularly ugly.

The sound of fingernails scratching through glass makes people feel creepy.

Song Jingxing didn't pay much attention to him and staggered by him.

After walking for a while, I felt a strange feeling that someone was watching behind me.

As soon as he turned around, sure enough, the old beggar stared at his back and smiled.