Lin Han's chest churned more and more, and these two words of comfort from his teacher were like opening a big hole for his grievances, fears, and depressions that he had nowhere to vent, and tears burst out of his eyes. He choked up and said, "Teacher, how are you doing lately?" ”

Gu Yunxuan said gently: "Okay, good, good, good." When I retreated, I didn't fight like before, and I found that this life was delicious...... Lin Han, where are you? Isn't it going well? It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I'd love to talk to you. He found that Lin Han's mood was abnormal, but he didn't know where to start for a while, so he used a little bit of tricks to stabilize this little disciple.

"Teacher," Lin Han sucked his wet nose and finally got to the point: "Do you have time tomorrow, I want to go to your house, I have something to report to you." ”

"I'll have time tomorrow." Gu Yunxuan didn't think much about it, and said directly: "There is an academic seminar to attend at eight o'clock in the morning, and it will end at half past ten." Come home at eleven o'clock, I'll ask your wife to prepare the meal, and you can stay at noon. It's also to accompany me, an old man, for an afternoon, let's talk casually, what do you think? ”

Lin Han said: "Teacher, I listen to you, I will be on time at eleven o'clock at noon." I'll talk to you again after we meet. Gu Yunxuan promised and hung up the phone. Immediately full of suspicions, Lin Han's personality is clear to him, he respects his teacher, and he never wants to stay for dinner easily, even if he and his wife try their best to keep it, he rarely listens, for fear of causing trouble to the teacher. Why did you change the norm today and make an appointment happily? It seems that Lin Han is really in trouble, and it is by no means a trivial matter.

In the small hotel, Lin Han lit a cigarette, spitting smoke mechanically, staring at the front with wooden eyes, and did not move for a long time.

After smoking several cigarettes in a row, he seemed to come back to his senses, and lay down on the bed with his clothes closed, slowly closing his eyes.

There is not much time left for me, and everything depends on the ability of the professor. If he couldn't find the answers to all the strange questions, Lin Han was going to give up completely. While you can still move, take care of everything, and then go back to the house to see your mother and brother for the last time.

After that, there will only be dust to dust, dust to dust, all thoughts will be gone, and what should be done.

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Han's heart panicked, he couldn't feel the beating, and everything around him seemed to stop functioning and freeze there.

The breath of death was approaching little by little, both familiar and unfamiliar, and sure enough, it gave people the feeling of suffocating despair and fear. I am only less than thirty years old, and I haven't even had time to waste the good years of my life, so I am going to go with a wisp of grievances?

Lin Han asked himself how he could be regarded as an upright person, law-abiding, and kind. Although sometimes the temperament is a little lighter, but it can be regarded as something to do and something not to do. Even after he had an anti-heaven ability that surpassed ordinary people, he didn't use it to do evil. Instead, he used these precious abilities to kill Lu Jun and his heinous developers in one fell swoop, and gave Yang Xiaoyuan and fat aunt Zhaoxue, who died unjustly; punished Gao's father and son, and saved Liao Xue's family of three from fire and water. In addition, he also ended Magab's life and sent his owner Lu Jiong to prison.

This is close, and the farther ones also help Tao Haisheng and Eagle Hook Man to wash the train in blood, and fight against strong enemies together, which can be regarded as doing a modest contribution to the country. Lin Han couldn't remember what he had done out of line, and he couldn't talk about bullying the weak and hurting nature. But why did God just make such a big joke with himself, and summon him at the cost of his life?

and his goddesses, Ji Xiaoting and Rong Yuzi. Lin Han also felt that if he hung up on this, the beautiful beginning that they had just started would come to an end in a hurry, and it would be too cruel. At one time, he blamed himself and didn't know who to choose, but now it seems that he thinks too much, and it turns out that everything is a floating cloud.

I still choose a fart, God doesn't want to give myself this chance at all, I can't get any of it!

While Lin Han was still thinking wildly, his body suddenly shook, and the two torturous undercurrents of cold and hot hit again, and began to attack in his body. At the same time, the flying mang, which had disappeared for a long time, also jumped back to his right shoulder, churning and surging, and became extremely familiar.

He had no temper at all, so he simply put on a posture of disarming and surrendering, and lay there lazily and motionless, letting the alternating torment of hot and cold swell and spread, and the flying mangs roamed around his arms frantically.

Whatever you want, you can toss as much as you want, can't Lao Tzu admit it? Lin Han frowned, trying his best not to experience the taste of bone erosion, not to think about the unbearable pain, and wished that he would faint to death, and never feel anything physical and mental again.

The disease was unscrupulously intertwined and crushed, and the bone-chilling cold and scorching current in the body were not transferred by Lin Han's will at all, and they were still raging. A few minutes later, Lin Han's body couldn't stand it, he had violent convulsions, high-frequency tremors, his arched waist was like a boiled prawn, his head was desperately stuck on the pillow and struggled in pain and weakness, and finally he didn't catch up with it in one breath, and he really fainted.

In the early morning, Lin Han woke up slowly.

With the snow-white ceiling and the beige wall covering, Lin Han observed the situation around him and realized that he was still alive, and this night finally came again.

He felt very confused in his mind, as if someone had operated on it, forcibly loaded with tens of millions of messages, and disturbed one after another, these messages were staggered and squeezed one after another, refusing to be quiet.

After spending the first few minutes in ignorance, Lin Han, who gradually became more and more conscious, smelled the strong aroma of fried fritters in the hot oil pot. The taste is so familiar, so tempting. When he was a child, he and his younger brother Lin Fei liked the most and could easily get the food, which was in the small restaurant next to the alley outside the door, where the boss picked up the fried fritters that had just left the pot and were still dripping with oil soup.

The golden fritters, which were sprinkled with sesame seeds, crispy, soft and steaming, often made the brothers' eyes light up and salivate. Paired with a bowl of trembling tofu brain, this most unforgettable delicacy from childhood has always been tied in the depths of Lin Han's memory. So much so that with Lin Han's later admission to the provincial university, after leaving home for a few years, the taste of fried fritters has never been extinguished, and it has always occupied the remembrance of his taste nerves, and he has to lead it from time to time, so that Lin Han can remember the taste of his hometown in the old days.

Now Lin Han could clearly smell the unique smell of fried fritters, and a yellow-orange fried fritter with a burnt outside and soft inside came to mind, mixed with the taste of flour and hot oil. If you distinguish carefully, he even smells the fragrance of tofu brain, as a necessary "companion" of fried fritters, the existence of tofu brain is also evocative.

What's going on? How can I wake up and smell these two things, because I haven't eaten anything in my stomach for a long time, and I'm hungry and panicked?

Lin Han got up from the bed with a bone, the aroma of fried fritters wafted in, he looked for the source of the aroma, walked to the window and looked downstairs. Sure enough, a small shop on the corner downstairs set up a hot oil pot, the boss was kneading the dough hard, and the proprietress was using a bamboo tong to pick up the fritters tumbling back and forth in the oil pot. The aroma wafted in through the window from the oil pan.

Lin Han smiled bitterly and shook his head, he couldn't imagine that the fried fritters he had been thinking about were actually the first visitor to wake him up early in the morning. It is estimated that this thing occupies a large proportion of his heart and memory, so when he woke up, he immediately reflexively found the smell of fritters.

When he turned around, the smile on Lin Han's face froze, and his body stood straight in place as if someone had clicked on the acupoint.

An astonishing strange phenomenon occurred: after Lin Han confirmed that there was really a restaurant fried fritters downstairs, the breath of fried fritters received in his mind gradually weakened, and in its place, it was a kind of ...... Two ...... No, at least dozens of other scents reached the taste center in an instant.

This includes the smell of smoke in the room, the smell of laundry detergent that has not volatilized on the sheets, the smell of moldy floors, the smell of fluoride in the air conditioner, the smell of soap, shampoo and toothpaste in the bathroom, the smell of sweat on his body, the smell of stinky feet in slippers and leather shoes, etc., etc., these smells have rushed to Lin Han's nose in no particular order, making it extremely difficult and difficult for him to receive in an instant, and it is also extremely uncomfortable.

The surprise didn't stop there, Lin Han found that Fei Mang had gathered at his shoulder again to probe his brain, and as soon as he summoned with his consciousness, he rushed out enthusiastically. The same jubilation, the same flexibility.

After disappearing for a while, the Flying Mang returned. This should be considered a good thing, at least Lin Han's ability should be effective again. He tried to carry the perspective experiment, and sure enough, through the wall cloth, he saw red wall tiles several centimeters thick.

Lin Han was afraid that he would not be sure once, so he picked up the cigarette case on the table and experimented again, but it was still effective. At the moment when he threw the cigarette case back on the table, he picked up the "bullet time" to observe, and sure enough, he also saw the slow throwing process of the cigarette case, which was exactly the same as before the ability disappeared.

Lin Han carefully grabbed the doorknob, forcefully penetrated his right arm, and with only a slight exhalation, the iron doorknob was pinched out of a deep pit in response, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly let go of his hand.

After this series of experiments, it seems that the ability is that the nephew hits the lantern--- and everything is back to the same. From this point of view, the prying eyes should also be replied to. Lin Han was surprised and delighted, and was just about to grin and smirk, when the fierce arms flew around and lost control. The two undercurrents of cold and heat burst out again, and he lay down on the bed with a "bang", rolling back and forth.

This damn cold and fever has penetrated deep into the internal organs, even if it recovers its ability, it is also helpless to do half a point, and it will be sick when it is said to be sick, and there is no warning in advance.