The paper people don't know when they left, and they don't know why they left, and there are only Zheng Ming and the dragon core who passed out not far away on the edge of the enchantment.

The bamboo forest is filled with black air, and no light can penetrate here.

"Little one, you can't die. ”

A bead could be vaguely seen levitating in the sky, and as long as it emitted a glimmer of light, it would be instantly swallowed by these black gases.

Consciousness feels distorted as space shifts, and in these myriad passages of space, any tangible matter becomes invisible, and scientific elements that are slower than the speed of light are not squeezed and contracted, only consciousness meanders through it like waves.

This place is so familiar.

As consciousness groans for the first time, the brilliant and vague brilliance gradually dims, the distant scene becomes a close scene, and the near scene resembles a distant view, and after an illogical handover, there is a complete light.

Zheng Ming held a bowl full of rice in his hand, and sat at the table with his right hand in the posture of holding the pair of chopsticks.

The summer cicadas make a long squeaky sound, which seems to be like a ringing in the ears.

Wait until the cool breeze blows before you can start to hear the sounds around you.

"Yesterday we found a huge humanoid footprint in Central Park......"

That's a report on the TV.

Then I heard the swing of the hands in the clock, and the smooth rhythm of the click was reassuring.

Eh, why am I holding a bowl of rice?

"Zheng Ming, Zheng Ming. ”

Someone is calling me, who is it?

There was indeed a young man calling him on the right hand, and when Zheng Ming saw this young man, his name naturally flashed in his mind.

Oh, this is Zheng Fan, my brother.

"I just asked you, haven't you forgotten what I told you?"

Zheng Fan looked at Zheng Ming suspiciously, and his intuition told him that Zheng Ming was a little strange today, and when he saw Zheng Ming come back to his senses, he said what he wanted to ask.

But Zheng Ming didn't know what he was talking about, so he recalled it carefully in his mind, and once again made sure that Zheng Fan hadn't said anything to him, "Did you tell me anything?"

Hearing Zheng Ming say this, Zheng Fan immediately put down his rice bowl and looked at him with an expression of "I knew it would be like this", "You actually forgot what I told you." ”

Although he complained, his right hand went to pick up the laptop next to him.

It's a familiar thing, it's a computer, eh? Why do I call it a "computer"?

No matter what Zheng Ming thought, there was suddenly some strange and familiar information in his mind.

I saw Zheng Fan turn on the computer and put it in front of Zheng Ming, during which he was afraid of being wet with water, and moved the dishes into it a little, "That's it, last time I asked you to help me think about the setting, did you forget?"

Zheng Fan asked him to look at an electronic document, and when he looked at the content on it, it looked like an electronic document.

Zheng Ming didn't remember these things anymore, but just now, the memory of this electronic came into his mind again, and he also asked in a ghostly way, "Tell me again, what kind of setting does it make me think?"

Originally, this state was very weird, he thought that everything he was going to say was finished, and he was ready to listen to what Zheng Fan had to say, but he found that he had explained one more sentence, "Didn't you have an accident, and I forgot a lot of things." ”

Zheng Ming realized that something was wrong, this is not what I want to say, right?

Suddenly, another memory came to my mind.

In my memory, he got up from the hospital bed......

"Wait, you wait for me for a moment. ”

Zheng Ming put down the dishes and chopsticks, and relied on his memory from the dining room to the living room to the bedroom.

Looking at a high-quality sandalwood bed and a medical bed in the bedroom, he affirmed the authenticity of this memory.

When I was leaving, I just turned my head away, and I felt that something was wrong, so I looked at the two different beds again. Romance

"Why not a wooden bed?"

Well, he himself didn't know why he was muttering so much, why it had to be a wooden bed, and did it have any special meaning?

I can't figure it out, forget it, don't think about it anymore.

By the time he came out of the bedroom, the question had dimmed.

When I was back at the table, I pulled out the chair and saw the empty chair next to me, and that feeling came up again.

But this time, it's just a feeling in the dark, and I can't even say what's wrong.

Until, he asked again, "Brother, there should be a person here, right?"

It seems to be asking to himself, and it seems to be asking Zheng Fan.

But Zheng Fan stood up and touched his forehead with one hand, "Brother, you don't have any problem, you talk this kind of nonsense in broad daylight." ”

"No, there should be someone here. I don't know why, two lines of tears began to flow from my pupils.

Why tears, why do you feel sad.

"Brother, don't scare my brother, your brother and I are the one who wrote, and this thing can't scare me. ”

Obviously, Zheng Fan said that what he wrote should be the electronic document on the dining table.

"I'd love to read it. ”

The space was stagnant, and in this stagnant space, such a voice suddenly sounded, and no one noticed.

Then the space starts flowing again.

"I'm sure there's a man here, otherwise there wouldn't be that room. ”

As he spoke, Zheng Ming pointed to a blank wall, and he didn't finish what he was going to say later.

That place was the bedroom where he and Zheng Fan slept, there was nothing, a very ordinary corridor.

Eh, what about that room? Isn't there supposed to be a pink room here?

A second passed.

No, what am I doing?

Then the long chirp of the summer cicada sounded.

Looking back again, Zheng Fan sat at the dining table and looked at him with a smile, "Zheng Ming, do you eat or not?"

All experiences seem to be erased for no reason, there is no spatial transformation, and all changes are quietly happening inadvertently.

Maybe it's beyond the sight, maybe it's beyond the perception.

At first, I was surprised, but then the surprise receded like a tide.

"What am I doing?" Zheng Ming began to whisper.

"What am I doing?"

These are the words that sounded in vain in the bamboo forest.

As the words fell, the surrounding black qi became agitated, forming a black feather wing behind him, and then the wings dissipated, and a dark black long sword appeared behind him, and the long sword also dissipated again, and a coffin appeared behind him.

A lot of things appeared, and they all dissipated in the moment of formation.

The sound of rapid breathing became slower, and the surrounding black qi began to shrink towards the beads, disappearing in an instant.

The light occupied this bamboo forest and shone on Zheng Ming's body, and even the broken clothes behind him were restored to their original state.

Footsteps resounded in the barrier, and they went farther and farther.