Marsha woke up, and his first reaction was that he had drunk high again yesterday.

Lately, Massa likes to have a drink or two at a roadside food stall before returning to his nest in an urban village.

Masha didn't do that before, but recently it dawned on him.

I can't afford a house in the provincial capital anyway, I don't have a girlfriend, and the money is still in the bank and depreciates every year with inflation, so it's better to use it for recreation.

Drink a few glasses to be in a good mood, go home to avoid insomnia, work with fewer mistakes, and maybe even increase your performance bonus.

However, it's not good to have a buzzing head like now, and the hangover may be seen by the company's new human resources director.

"No way, although it's not good for your health, let's have a Red Bull ibuprofen package."

Marsha muttered to herself, reaching for the usual ibuprofen capsules on the bedside table, the painkiller that had become an essential part of her life.

Whether it is cervical spondylitis or stiff neck, you have to rely on this to get through, and you have to have one when you have a cold, otherwise you may make mistakes in your work because of physical pain, and then lose your performance.

Masha touched it for a long time, but he didn't touch the familiar pill box.

- Huh?

Not only did I not touch the pill box, but the shape of the bedside table was not quite right.

Masha endured a sharp headache and opened his eyes.

However, he has always been able to see normally, and now his eyes seem to be in a state of deep myopia - no, myopia should only blur his vision, and not distort the whole world into a Picasso painting.

Perhaps because the whole vision was too abstract, Masha felt a strong sense of vertigo.

His stomach churned, and the urge to vomit ran up his esophagus.

But there was obviously nothing in the stomach to vomit on, so only the fishy sourness of stomach acid spread in the mouth.

- What the hell is wrong with me?

Marsha realizes that something is wrong.

- at least let me call to ask for leave...... If you don't ask for leave, you will definitely be caught by the new person in the personnel department......

Masha tried his best to find his phone......

Even if you can't see anything clearly now, you should be able to call your best friend with speed dial and ask him to help you ask for leave.

However, the phone is not where it should be.

Masha cursed loudly—

That's when he realized that he couldn't make a sound.

This made him completely panicked.

- I once joked with a colleague that if we live alone like this, if we suddenly can't move in bed, maybe we won't be known until we starve to death.

- Is this joke about to become a reality?

- How much did I drink last night?

- Is it alcoholism?

- But I can't remember any reason to drink yesterday!

At this time, Masha heard an unfamiliar voice: "Calm down." You woke up sooner than I expected, and your body still needs to adjust. I'll restore your vision first. ”

Immediately afterwards, Marsha's vision returned from Picasso's style to a normal style.

What catches your eye is the glass skylight, and the chandelier hanging under the skylight.

The glass of the skylight was covered with rainwater.

It was pitch black outside the skylight, and every now and then white light flashed, followed by rumbling thunder.

Between the thunders, the wind whined, and the skylight shook like a swing, making people worry that the next moment it would fall apart and smash Masha in the face.

- What the hell, what's going on with this atmosphere where the next moment you will jump out of the indescribable things that make people sane zero?

As soon as Masha thought so, a skinny head burst into his field of vision.

"Fuck me!" He blurted out.

"It looks like the vocal cords are normal." The owner of the head nodded, "Being able to speak a mantra shows that the language ability has been preserved to a certain extent, which is good...... This is sure to be a masterpiece that will shock the world! ”

- A masterpiece that shocked the world? Me?

Masha was wondering when he suddenly heard a loud noise—not thunder, but more like someone breaking down the door.

The head in Marsha's vision jerked up, and only his chin and Adam's apple could be seen from Marsha's view.

Immediately after that, the part above the Adam's apple disappears.

This terrifying picture made Masha forget the headache of the explosion of his brain for a moment.

But something even more terrifying happened, from the broken neck of the guy who didn't know the name, a thick metal centipede jumped out quickly-

No, it's the spine, this guy's spine crawled out on its own!

Masha heard someone shouting, "Damn, this thing's spine is already mechanical!" ”

"Hot melt bomb! With a hot melt bomb! ”

Gunshots rang out one after another.

Marsha's neck couldn't move freely, and his eyes weren't too obedient, so he couldn't see what was happening at all.

He could only lie in place and look at the skylight of lightning and thunder, Fan Xunsi.

- What the hell is going on?

- Spine mechanization or something, it sounds so cyberpunk!

- So I crossed?

- Or am I just dreaming? Because you're looking forward to "Cyberpunk 2077" too much, you have a cyberpunk dream?

- But I have a headache, and I don't usually feel pain in my dreams, do I?

While Masha was thinking nonsense, it was already over.

Then four heads came into Masha's field of vision.

Three of them are big men, and Masha thinks they're either police or detectives.

- The costumes look quite modern, not really cyberpunk, right?

Masha complained as she turned her attention to her only girl.

Then he froze.

He will never forget this face for the rest of his life.

The last time I saw this face was when I returned to school for the last time before the college entrance examination.

That day, Masha threw all the papers down from the teaching building, and came out of the school gate with a relaxed bicycle, and saw her standing at the school gate with a large number of reference books, looking embarrassed.

"You're still holding these things?" Marsha remembers talking to the girl like this.

"Maybe I'll repeat it, so it's safer to keep it." The girl replied as she glanced at the basket of Marsha's bike, then threw the things in her hand into the basket and folded her hands, "Please!" Send me home! This is my once in a lifetime request! ”

"Your once-in-a-lifetime request is too cheap." Masha stepped into the car while babbling and gestured to the girl, "Get in the car, why are you stunned?" ”

"Huh? Is that good? Let's push it back. Riders may be seen by the teachers at the Instructor Patrolling Office. When the time comes, I will not accompany you when I am invited to tea. ”

"At this time, they won't care! Let me show you my driving skills! ”

"Then we got into a car accident and went to the hospital, and I've seen the ending!" As she said this, the girl sat in the back seat of Marsha, and then put her arms around Marsha's waist.

"To prevent this from happening, I'm going to hurry up."

Masha still remembers the girl's silver bell-like laughter as she said this.

At that time, Masha was convinced that he would go to the same university as the girl, and then write the story that he didn't have time to start until the finale.

However, that was the last time Masha and her would ever see each other.

And at this moment, the face in the memory is in front of me, as if it has not grown old.

After a brief pause, Masha frowned.

- What the hell, double wear?

At this time, the girl spoke: "Marsha, how are you?" ”

- Hey, just call me Marsha?

Just when Masha was puzzled, one of the three men said to the girl, "Miss, even if this resurrection ritual is successful, the main body of the ritual will lose most of its memories. He's a stranger with a familiar look now. ”

- Miss......

The first thing Masha noticed was the title.

- I remember that she did have a well-off family, and she also had a Steinway grand piano at home, and it was normal to be called Miss.

- But I don't remember that she had a servant......

Immediately afterwards, Masha noticed the rest of the man's words.

- Wait, the resurrection ritual?

- Huh?

Ma Sha was at a loss, and the girl spoke: "It doesn't matter, as long as he is still the little Hou Ye of Ma Houye's family, it doesn't matter if he is the original Ma Sha!" ”

- Huh? Wait, is the girl in my memory someone who can speak in this tone?

- And what the hell is Master Ma?

- My daddy?

- When did my dad become so fierce? Return the marquis......

Without waiting for Marsha to find an answer, the girl grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and smiled as charmingly as she remembered, but with some unfamiliarity.

She looked at Ma Sha with a blank face with a smile, and said softly, "It's okay, it's all over, my dear fiancé." ”

Marsha: "Huh? ”