In the grassy courtyard, Zheng Ming stood beside a turquoise pond that reflected the blue sky, and was speechless for a long time.

In the pond planted with lotus flowers, carp occasionally walk through the lotus leaves, and playfully jump out of the water to splash large pearl-like droplets.

The sunlight shines on the finely shiny scales on their backs, reflecting a dazzling colored light, rich in the refraction of the surrounding water droplets, reflecting a rainbow in mid-air. However, at this time, Zheng Ming had no time to appreciate this beautiful scenery.

On the sparkling water, his appearance at this time was reflected. The black and thick eyebrows that seem to be lying on silkworms, the peach blossom eyes that seem to be smiling all the time, the slightly small nose that is not very manly, and the plump lips that are slightly upturned.

This is the appearance of a boy and a girl, this is what he looked like in his previous life.

"Two years after I traveled back in time?"

Thinking back to the video materials that Song Zihua took him to watch before, combined with the recent news, an ironclad fact was placed in front of him.

This is the Emperor Star in 2020, a small town called S City located in the northeast of the flower country. It is also a territory in the municipal district where he was born and expanded. It is the place where the university he attended is located, and it is also the place where he "died".

If he really died as he remembered!

Now even he is not sure of what he has been through. According to Song Zihua, he fell into a coma after backstabbing, but fortunately he was rescued by passers-by, received treatment in time, and has remained in a sleepwalking coma until now.

He deliberately flipped through the video footage of his condition. In the shot, he keeps his eyes closed, talking to the air again, and striking various attack poses to fight the empty air. Those who need to use Yuan Qi's long-range attacks are left with all kinds of postures and shouts of the middle two.

The camera faithfully recorded these embarrassing scenes, and even Zheng Ming himself watched it, and felt that he was a seriously ill patient suffering from mental illness.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ming shook his head with a wry smile, and then was a little dazed. In his impression, this world of his previous life, which has been separated for an unknown number of years, this steel city with no Yuan Qi and no Xiu Lian, where should he go after that?

Just when his eyes were black in the future, and he felt at a loss for a long time, there was a sound of branches being trampled off behind him.

He looked back and saw a young man staggering through the grass like a walking corpse, walking towards a gazebo not far away.

This is a slightly fat boy, his hair seems to be neglected to hang down to his lips, and his hair is slightly dry and yellow, messy like a bird's nest made of thorns.

The young man lowered his head and walked to the stone chair of the pavilion without squinting and sat down slowly, and then looked at the pond magic instrument directly opposite him in a daze.

This was the first person Zheng Ming met in the same hospital gown as him after waking up, so Zheng Ming hesitated for a moment before walking towards the pavilion where the young man was.

He felt that he couldn't just listen to Song Zihua's side of the story. Even though the boy in the hospital gown didn't look very normal, it was always good to listen more and gather more information.

Climbing up the small slope by the pond and walking through the cobblestone path in the lawn, Zheng Ming stepped onto the concrete-paved stone path and walked into the small pavilion where the boy was.

When he got closer, Zheng Ming found that the young man's lips were constantly moving, muttering something alone indistinctly.

"Hello. My name is Zheng Ming. It's also the 'patient' here. Zheng Ming hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the young man didn't seem to notice his approach, he took the initiative to point to the hospital gown on his body and said hello.

When the young man heard Zheng Ming's voice, his body shook very obviously, and then he stopped muttering in a low voice, raised his head and looked in the direction of Zheng Ming.

"Hello, my name is Wang Yuan. I'm not sick. The young man stared straight into Zheng Ming's eyes and said quietly.

The messy hair slid to the side because of the action of raising his face, and Wang Yuan's face was finally exposed to Zheng Ming's eyes.

Wang Yuan was unexpectedly beautiful. The slender eyebrows and eyes, the high and straight nose bridge, and the thin red lips dotted under the nose bridge, these facial features are integrated into the round face that is a little baby fat, which gives people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"Are you okay?"

Zheng Ming, who had sketched the image of the fat house in his mind, was a little shaken, and it wasn't until Wang Yuan asked again that he came back to his senses.

"Nothing, just wanted someone to talk to. I don't feel sick either. ”

Zheng Ming put on a kind smile, and with his appearance at this time, he really had a sense of harmlessness and kindness to humans and animals.

Wang Yuan looked at Zheng Ming silently and grinned.

"Who is your primary doctor?"

"A young doctor named Song Zihua." Zheng Ming replied truthfully.

"Oh, it's him. I know him. My attending doctor, also surnamed Song, was in charge of me when I was very young. Speaking of which, I've known your attending doctor since childhood. ”

Zheng Ming nodded silently when he heard this, indicating that he was listening.

Sometimes communication is like this, the important thing is not to rush to express yourself, but to listen quietly will give people a sense of security and a desire to talk, which is more conducive to communication. Of course, the premise is that the other party also wants to talk.

Sure enough, Wang Yuan saw Zheng Ming nodding in agreement, and took the initiative to ask, "Why did you come in?" ”

"Similar to sleepwalking." Zheng Ming didn't tell the details of himself, but just said a rough idea and then asked, "What about you?" ”

"Ordinary sleepwalking syndrome will not wear this dress, and it will not need to be served by Dr. Xiao Song."

Wang Yuan glanced at Zheng Ming with a smile, and didn't care too much, but answered Zheng Ming's question.

"As for me, the reason I'm here is simple. I can see the lifespan of a person. ”

Zheng Ming looked at the young man in front of him with a serious and solemn expression, and his expression froze. He didn't see the slightest hint of weakness and lying in the other party's expression and demeanor.

Zheng Ming became interested, and asked as if unintentionally, "Oh? How do you see that? Is it accurate? ”

"That's accurate. I haven't missed it since I was a child. Wang Yuan was a little proud, and puffed up his chest proudly.

"Then how do you tell the longevity of a person? Is it the arithmetic kind? Or is it induction? ”

"I could see the boxes floating above each person's head, detailing a person's date of birth and death."

Seeing Zheng Ming subconsciously glance at his head and say, "Ordinary people can't see it." So far, I haven't met anyone who can see the same. ”

Dafang carefully looked at the top of his and Wang Yuan's heads, and after confirming that there was no abnormality, Zheng Ming spoke again.

"Can you see my death, then?"

"Yes. In general, it is a square frame like frosted glass. I can only see it when I am watching it intently. ”

While explaining, Wang Yuanzai looked carefully at Zheng Ming's head. And Zheng Ming carefully observed Wang Yuan's eyes.

As expected, Zheng Ming didn't see the reflection of the so-called square frame in the other party's eyes. However, he found that Wang Yuan's eyes were getting more and more strange, and there were incomprehensible doubts on his face.

"What's wrong? Can't see it? ”

Wang Yuan, who was interrupted by Zheng Ming's question, unconsciously straightened his back and leaned on the guardrail behind him again. He hesitated for a long time before answering uncertainly.

"You can see it. But ......"

"But what?" Seeing that Wang Yuan thoughtfully lengthened the end note, Zheng Ming hurriedly asked.

"It's weird, though. You were born on September 11, 1994......"

Zheng Ming heard Wang Yuan accurately say his date of birth, his eyes suddenly stared, although there was no lack of possibility that the other party had investigated in advance, but it still made Zheng Ming a little frightened.

"You will die on October 17, 2018."

Before Zheng Ming could react, Wang Yuan himself said in disbelief: "But you are obviously still alive, living in the present of 2020, but why did your death date be more than a year or nearly two years ago?" Are you dead? It's ridiculous. As he spoke, he shook his head with a wry smile.

On the other side, Zheng Ming's expression can be described as very exciting, and his pupils shook slightly because of the wavering in his heart.

The date Wang Yuan said was the date he was stabbed "to death". If it is ruled out that Wang Yuan investigated Zheng Ming's intelligence in advance, he came to play with him. If what he said was true! So how could such a coincidence happen?

Is this another way of proving that my experiences are indeed true? That day, did I die?

Although Zheng Ming has always thought so, the first time he heard it from others, he still had some mixed feelings.

At this time, opposite him, Wang Yuan watched Zheng Ming's eyes and expressions constantly change, waiting silently.

"Whew~~~"

After a long time, Zheng Ming exhaled a long breath and cleaned up his mood.

"Is this date of death number changing or fixed?"

When Wang Yuan heard Zheng Ming's question, his eyes flashed slightly, and a heavy look appeared on his face.

"I don't know if you asked this question by accident or if you saw something wrong. I don't know if you're telling you that's true. However, it is also an abnormal 'patient', and no one should believe you when you say it. ”

Glancing at Zheng Ming again, seeing that he nodded in understanding and claimed that he wouldn't say it, Wang Yuan said with deep meaning: "It's a pity." The date of death, like the date of birth, is fixed. ”

Zheng Ming's heart sank when he heard this, and he asked unrelentingly: "Then have you ever tried?" ”

"What have you tried? Try to tell someone about the time of death and take the initiative to change? Wang Yuan's tone became a little sharp, and his face was a little irritable and hideous.

As if aware of his own gaffe, he took a few deep breaths and calmed down before continuing: "Of course I tried. Who can watch the people around them die and be indifferent? But it didn't work! No matter how much you struggle, death will come as expected. ”

"What about you...... Ever tried to make people die early? ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's intermittent deep question, Wang Yuan's face changed. Then he glanced at Zheng Ming deeply, and smiled bitterly: "It's useless!" All sorts of surprises will occur. It is possible to be injured or disabled, but it is never possible to die early before the date comes. ”

Zheng Ming heard some hidden information from Wang Yuan's words. Obviously, the young man in front of him is not as harmless as he looks. In all likelihood, the results he came up with were personally tested. And judging from his undisabled body, it is impossible for him to test on himself.

Wang Yuan is a kind-hearted and ruthless person.

After coming to this conclusion, Zheng Ming raised his vigilance in his heart, and no longer treated ordinary teenagers with carelessness and neglect.

Wang Yuan also seemed to notice Zheng Ming's slight change, shook his head indifferently, and continued to himself: "Can I ask why you asked me about the fixed date of death?" ”

"The date of death is fixed and can be extended to su g n. It shows that the world is carried out according to the scripts in the dark. It's a desperate thing. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, in the end, all your changes and struggles may just be performed faithfully according to the established script, and you don't know it. ”

"yes. I didn't expect you to notice it so quickly. ”

Wang Yuan's eyes looked at Zheng Ming with more appreciation, it seemed that due to his perennial self-enclosure, his desire for self-expression at this time had increased unprecedentedly.

"This discovery has almost driven me crazy over the years. I tried my best to collect all kinds of information, official history, foreign history, and even some rumors circulating among the people, hoping to find someone who matched my situation. But in vain. Next, I studied desperately, hoping to explain this matter by the laws of nature that humans have discovered so far. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Yuan's words changed, and at the same time he looked at Zheng Ming with a serious face.

"Science is the discipline in which human beings discover and apply the laws of nature through experiments. But if you can't see it, if you can't verify it, how can you record it in it? ”

Thinking of Xinglin City and his previous life, Zheng Ming said with some emotion: "The fact that modern technology cannot be measured does not mean that it does not exist. Science is all about making progress by believing in the unknown, and always being curious and reasonably skeptical of what already exists. Someday, we will see farther, more, more detailed, and more concrete. ”

Wang Yuan deeply agreed with Zheng Ming's point of view, nodded again and again, and said, "Yes." I saw their descriptions of the world in fragments of ancient books that looked like chronicles and myths. To replace it with today's words, the world is a superimposed giant irregular sphere. No matter which angle you look at, you can see a slowly rotating vortex-like side, in which various particle-like light spots are scattered densely or comfortably. With every observation, the world takes on one of them. These worlds are largely the same, but there are subtle differences. I think it coincides with the parallel world theory that is so popular today. ”

Hearing Wang Yuan's description, Zheng Ming's heart shook again, and he was stunned on the spot.

How similar was his description to the image Zheng Ming had seen in his mind? This seems to prove once again that Zheng Ming's experiences are not just illusory dreams.