Although he didn't know what was inside the box, after everyone left, Zheng Ming's eyes seemed to move when no one noticed.

The ripples in the room didn't stop, and the space in his brain began to ripple with them, and those ripples seemed to be able to really cross the space and affect his consciousness.

The early hours of the morning are the time of deep sleep for many people, but for the city, it is the only quiet after the hustle and bustle.

There may still be unsatisfactory places, but a city is a city with countless people, and every house is extinguished, etc., and the city will not be dark.

Zheng Ming walked on the street in the early morning, feeling the dazzling light of the street lamps, and there would still be the sound of cars driving by from time to time and the wheels rolling rapidly......

......

So that he suddenly felt a little confused?

Zheng Ming suddenly forgot what this place was.

This is a modern city, and a voice in the dark is telling him.

Yes, this is a modern city, and Zheng Ming is beginning to accept this environment.

When he actually touched, it was like a pair of large gentle hands caressing his chest from behind, and all the familiar feelings instantly returned.

Or a glaring streetlight.

and the sound of the wheels rolling rapidly......

"Zheng Ming!"

A female voice suddenly sounded behind him, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a little girl of thirteen or fourteen.

He could feel that his body was about eighteen years old, but he always felt a little out of place.

What exactly?

yes, why am I eighteen and she is thirteen or fourteen?

Why she seems to be familiar with me, these are Zheng Ming's thoughts.

He also had a feeling that this thirteen or fourteen-year-old child seemed to be about the same age as him, shouldn't she be called brother?

He wanted to ask, "Who are you?", but when he said it, it changed to "Yu'er?"

But he never thought that this daughter nodded happily, took his hand and ran forward.

Looking at her back, Zheng Ming couldn't help but wonder why the girl's behavior always made him feel the same age as himself.

Suddenly, another thought popped into me.

No, why do I know her age?

Then he began to doubt his perception again, and he gradually began to feel that he should not be about 18 years old, but should be - nine years old?

What a ridiculous thing it is, how can I be only nine years old.

saw that his gaze began to slowly decrease, and the hand he was holding the girl began to become slender.

In his consciousness, he really became what he was nine years old.

But on the outside, he looked like he was eighteen years old.

Whether it's a 14-year-old who looks like an 18-year-old behaves, or an 18-year-old who feels like he's only 9 years old.

It's a world of crashes!

When Zheng Ming had this awareness, it began to rain heavily in the city, and the rain was inky, gradually submerging the two.

He replied again, under the street lamp, because of the blinding light, he had to reach out to try to cover it, and the sound of the wheels rolling rapidly could be heard in his ears.

"Zheng Ming!"

A girl's voice came from behind her.

This time the voice was sweet, and when I turned to look, I saw a pretty face.

Without thinking about it, Zheng Ming also called out the girl's name, "You'er." ”

The smile on his face is a heartfelt joy and endless tenderness.

This time, it was Zheng Ming who took the initiative to lead the girl forward.

But at this point, the space stops, and the picture freezes.

There was a cassette of radio in the void, and a sudden consciousness arose from the harmonious picture.

Consciousness has no form, but in normal perception, I look at this consciousness and the freeze-frame picture in the same frame, and I feel that there is so disharmony between them, I can't tell whether it is the disharmony of the consciousness body or the disharmony of the beautiful picture.

A new crack appears in the void.

Although I don't know why it's "new" again, such an idea.

The consciousness instinctively drilled into the crack, and the frozen picture returned to its original state, and the boy still pulled the girl forward, warmly.

Who am I, where am I? That's the conscious question.

He was no longer in his original space, he crossed over to another void, which was still dark, and there was no such freeze frame.

This kind of self-questioning also existed after he crossed over.

"You're in a dream. ”

This time, someone answered him, it was an old man's voice.

What is a dream?

But the old man did not rush to answer this question, but let out a long sigh first.

"Dreams, I've also asked myself what a dream is?"

......

The room where Zheng Ming was resting suddenly became dark, this kind of black was the black that any light would fade away, it was endless black. The adults outside the room were unaware.

In the darkness, only Zheng Ming closed his eyes tightly, lying sideways in an environment like a void, and a black cat that was also sleeping.

I can't see clearly, but I can feel it.

Zheng Ming didn't move, but the black cat's body kept trembling.

The cat's hair stands on end, but it does not wake up, it also has eyelids, it also has eyeballs, and under its closed eyes are slowly shaking eyeballs.

It's dreaming, dreaming a dream that makes it creepy.

The room was silent again.

I don't know how long it took, but an abnormal sensation suddenly appeared, and I saw that the cat suddenly stretched out its front paws, and bent downward, holding this movement for a full ten seconds.

Then he suddenly retracted his front paws and held the same sleeping position as before, for another full ten seconds.

......

Later, I don't know how many postures this black cat has eased, and every position makes people feel weird.

I don't know when it started, there were a lot of lines on the cat's body, and this kind of line was like a TV set, suddenly out of signal, dense, horizontal lines.

Its body began to be illusory.

When it was about to disappear, it suddenly became solid.

Different poses are repeated, and the illusion and gaze are also repeated.

No one saw a drop of dark ink appear under the bed.

There were no fluctuations on the ink, it was so ordinary, dripping onto the black cat, melting into the black hair.

The black cat was suddenly quiet, no longer behaving strangely, no alternating between virtual and real, it was there, lying quietly.

But its vitality fades the moment the ink melts into the cat's hair.

Only Momo seemed to feel something, she seemed to hear a cat meow, "Sister Ancient One, my cat is still inside." ”

After hearing this, Gu Yi thought about it carefully, and when he passed by, he seemed to see a cat lying under the bed.

Worried that the cat would knock over the box, the ancient one quickly turned around and walked towards the house.