Kemeng, as the general manager of Kemeng, directly reverses the Chen family.

The first round of synaesthesia targets were aimed directly at that particular envelope.

A vague reflection.

Kermon saw a flood of visions.

is still a young version of Mrs. Chen, she sits at her desk, 15 years younger.

The face is white, the hair is black and bright, the dressing style is youthful, and the uniform is paired with a pleated skirt.

The difference is that what Kemon sees is much clearer, and the details on the desk are much more complete.

Mrs. Chan sat at the table in a daze, and the envelope lay beside her.

Rustle, pen down writing.

Suddenly, her eyes seemed to see something, and she had a very terrible expression.

Her eyes looked at the book next to her, and the cover of the book seemed to be covered with a thick shadow, making her sweat rain.

I wanted to scream, but my throat seemed to be stuck.

However, she seemed to remember something again.

Stretching out his hand, he wiped into the indescribable mist, and an indescribable voice seemed to come to his ears.

Kemon frowned, these chaotic voices naturally couldn't affect him.

Because of the confusing information, the hidden truth is a book called "Mathematics Compulsory II".

At this time, Mrs. Chen seemed to have finally remembered something, and her expression was no longer confused.

The books in his hands were no longer shrouded in fog, and the whispers of evil no longer rang in his ears.

Mrs. Chen bowed her head, and it was impressively written-Mathematics (Compulsory 2).

This paragraph is the most unusual piece of information recorded in the envelope.

After Mrs. Chan regained her memory, she resumed her review as usual.

As mentioned earlier, Mrs. Chen's letter was not written overnight, but was completed in many steps.

Time passed, and the synaesthesia pictures condensed the pictures of more than ten days, and Mrs. Chen was sometimes in a daze, sometimes frightened, and finally found that those indescribable things were teaching materials.

Still, Mrs. Chen felt that something was very wrong with her, as if something was calling her.

So, a letter to the future was written intermittently in the past ten days.

Drafts were scrapped one after another, with long essays of two thousand words, essays of one thousand words, and short essays as seen by Kemon.

For more than a dozen manuscripts, Mrs. Chen chose the shortest essay, put it in an envelope, sealed it with paste, and then put it on a page of Compulsory 2 of "Mathematics", which Mrs. Chen remembered the most.

Fifteen years ago, I didn't expect it to contain a lot of details.

Mrs. Chen's spirituality doesn't seem to be low.

At least when Kemon was in the synaesthesia "envelope" as an evil god, the messy information was very real, unlike Mrs. Chen's pure fantasy.

At this time, Kemon had a new inspiration.

"True knowledge is hidden in the chaos, is that how it is understood?" Kemon muttered.

This is the information carried in the envelope.

In reality, with Kemon's little spirituality, it is still difficult to get a glimpse of the truth through what is hidden.

"It's just that why did Mrs. Chen write to the future, and what did she foresee?" The second question in Kemon's mind had not yet been answered.

The synaesthesia envelope again, trying to dig out the information contained in the envelope thoroughly.

Those imperceptible details are very clear in front of the evil gods and difficult to hide.

The message of the letter has not ended, and Kemon uses the power of the evil god level to synaesthesia back and forth.

Synaesthesia images about envelopes appear in the minds of evil gods over and over again.

Suddenly, Kemon caught the follow-up.

The envelope was rediscovered, and Kemon's face appeared in Kemon's mind.

At this moment, Kemeng woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar ceiling, and Tang Yuan waved dog hair at him on the side.

"Coming back?"

Kemon shook his palm, he knew why he was awake, because he saw himself.

The way to actively wake up is to use Cthulhu's spiritual synaesthesia to wake up, and then Kemon will wake up on his own.

Once the dream is broken, there is no more.

"Wang!" Tang Yuan asked in dog language if he wanted to invite the Luo team in.

"Please." Kemon nodded.

Team Luo and the others quickly came in, eager to know the new news.

"I still need to sleep, you can wait here." After Kemon finished speaking, he lay down and closed his eyes to hypnotize himself.

Everyone went out just now, for fear of disturbing Kemeng, but Kemeng doesn't need to be too restrained when he is sure.

In dreams.

Kemon incarnates Cthulhu again, a wave of synaesthesia.

Look at it repeatedly, but don't look at the last scene.

When you see yourself, you will wake up 100%.

Kemon wants to control the variables, stop before he sees himself.

Thanks to Kemon's careful control, he finally found a new beginning.

Still the perspective of the envelope, it is sandwiched in the book and rediscovered.

This time, I saw the light of day, and the person I saw again was still the young version of Mrs. Chen.

Her face does not have an expression polished by the wind and frost of the world, nor does she have the temperament of a 33-year-old mature young woman.

With a simple girl's heart, she opened the book, grabbed the envelope with an ordinary appearance, and threw it into the green mailbox.

"To those who care about us in the future, please don't worry about us." She clasped her hands together and her expression was sincere.

At this time, the envelope had fallen into the mailbox, and the vision was pitch black.

Outside the letterbox, Mrs. Chen's last words before leaving: "Amen bless." ”

Kemeng had a hunch that the next message in the envelope was to see himself, and immediately interrupt synaesthesia to avoid waking up from a dream.

"This mailbox, something is wrong." Kemon tasted it in his mind.

The synaesthesia information of the green mailbox is not important in the white envelope itself, but the important thing is to carry the thoughts of the writer.

Kemon looked back and forth and found that the probability of this memory appearing was very low.

After looking back and forth ten times, it only appeared three times, and seven times it was directly empty, until the section where he saw the day again and saw Kemon.

Of course, Kemon didn't want to wake up quickly, and forcibly stopped the car at the end.

I have seen a lot, and the image of the green mailbox in the future has gradually improved, and a complete model has been built in Kemeng's heart.

But on this alone, Kemon can't synaesthesia the location of the mailbox.

Kemon's connection with the mailbox is too weak, and the mailbox itself involves the rules of time, and it is not by the side of the evil god, the synaesthesia conditions are too poor, and the synaesthesia fails.

"This should be a mailbox where you can post in the future." Kemeng ended the meaningless synaesthesia and turned to the "door" in Chen Momo's bedroom.

Kemeng sat in Chen Momo's room for so long, and used the big-faced cat to directly break through the surface information of the "door", the connection was not too deep, but it was barely on the line.

Vaguely, Kemon "saw" a door.

The word "see" is not accurate, Kemon perceives such a being with the spirituality of an evil god.

It was a very dim door, invisible, invisible, as if it were just a concept, something that existed in the concept of human knowledge.

This concept is called "door".