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"What do you see......"

The ethereal and soft female voice echoed in his ears, and Zheng Ming stared blankly at the ever-changing ink-stained projections in front of him.

The memories buried deep in his heart surfaced, and as his thoughts surged, Zheng Ming seemed to have returned to that cramped room that could not be looked back on.

"There is only a mother in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure......"

The immature and crisp children's voice hummed softly, and after passing through the old TV stereo, it brought a little uncomfortable noise.

Zheng Ming looked around blankly, and at some point the surroundings had changed into the small room he was familiar with.

Old furniture, dim lighting, and windows with curtains drawn all year round. There seemed to be a smell of decay in the air.

"Here?"

"Click."

A crisp sound came from under his feet, and Zheng Ming looked down. Suddenly, I found that the floor was full of scratches and faintly yellowed, and there were cookie crumbs scattered all over the floor.

He hurriedly raised his foot and took a step back, but guessed something else with another foot. Feeling the touch under his feet, Zheng Ming's confused eyes gradually turned clear. He remembered the scene, and he remembered what was under his feet.

He turned to look at his feet, and sure enough, as he expected, it was a tattered air hammer. The air hammer seemed to have been treated most roughly, sticking softly together, spitting out what little gas was left under Zheng Ming's stepping.

"Sure enough."

Zheng Ming said secretly in his heart, and then ran to the old mirror full of stains like crazy.

"Sure enough, it's me."

In the dusty old mirror, a child about six or seven years old looked at him with a blank face. The red and swollen eyes and the blue and purple skin on the body all indicate what happened to the child before.

"Crunch ~~~"

The foul sound of the old wooden door opening rang out, and the sound of sobbing faintly came from behind. Zheng Ming turned his head indifferently when he heard this.

There was a plump woman with rimless eyes, and the former wiped the little girl who was constantly crying from the corners of her eyes and walked in slowly.

Although the faces of the two were covered with a layer of mist, Zheng Ming couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but Zheng Ming knew who they were.

Zheng Ming watched indifferently as the woman let go of the little girl and walked in slowly, and unexpectedly, unlike the expression on his face, his body involuntarily took a few steps backwards.

"Zheng Ming, don't be afraid."

The woman could soften her voice, but it still seemed a little sharp in Zheng Ming's ears.

Feeling the rising fear in his heart, Zheng Ming wondered in his heart. After so many years of experience, his heart is no longer the same as before, and it stands to reason that he should not be afraid and panicked.

However, contrary to his thoughts, the young body at this time seemed to be out of his control, trembling and falling to the ground, constantly retreating behind him.

"Zheng Ming, I didn't mean to hit you. Don't tell your dad, okay? You've just arrived at our house, and I don't want to quarrel with your dad over this. ”

The words of supplication, spoken in the mouth of the husband, are more like commands. There is a threat in the cold, and of course, there is inevitable worry and fear.

"Good...... Good. ”

The timid and faint child's voice blurted out without permission, and her head tilted uncontrollably to the side, avoiding the woman's reflective glasses. Zheng Ming also followed the action of **, and time shifted to the side.

On the old TV like a black box, a beautiful woman hugged the little boy and cried with joy, a touching picture of the filial piety of mother and son, and the supremacy of family affection.

However, I don't know if it's because the TV is too old, but in Zheng Ming's eyes, it looks gray, and even the happy smiles on the faces of the two people who are hugging each other are a little distorted.

"What do you see?"

Just when Zheng Ming was distracted, the previous ethereal question sounded in his ears again.

In a trance, the surrounding scene suddenly distorted and changed, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Ming returned to the blank room before.

Zheng Ming looked at the snow-white walls around him, and then looked at himself sitting in front of the crystal table. The previous experience disappeared like a fantasy, without the slightest hint of it.

"What do you see?"

Hearing the persistent question, Zheng Ming glanced at the ink projection in front of him, which had been completely diffused, and muttered for a while before speaking in a deep voice.

"I saw the dilapidated air hammer, and ...... Timid and cowardly self. ”

Zheng Ming's suppressed indifferent voice echoed in the room, and even the existence that kept asking questions seemed to pause for a moment.

Next ......

After a long time, as the female voice sounded again, the ink projection floating on the crystal table disappeared, and was replaced by a cloud of gas condensation.

As expected, as Zheng Ming looked intently, he suddenly fell into the same environment as before.

……

"QG-6 gas was released. The transmitted data stimulates participants to secrete hormones on their own, producing emotions that match the illusions. ”

"Export data, transfer to child devices."

The mechanical prompt sound continued to sound in the mental power assessment cabin, and at the same time, the optical fiber that came out of his eyes turned and extended to the back of the room where Zheng Ming was.

At the back of the room where Zheng Ming was, in the mirror-like room, there were three people wearing light helmets sitting on chaise longues.

If Zheng Ming saw them, he would find that two of them still knew him. One is Wu Tianhao's father, Wu Jun, and the other is Bai Jun, who has not had the slightest news since yesterday's separation.

From the helmets they were carrying, there were also several optical fibers extending to the corner of the wall, which were actually connected to Zheng Ming's cabin fiber optics in another room.

……

On the other side, Zheng Ming stood on the street where people came and went, looking around blankly.

By this time, he had already answered dozens of questions. Each topic will give him a vision. Among them, there are some memory scenes that he buried in his heart and thought he had long forgotten, and some inexplicable experiences.

Illusions vary in length and complexity.

Before entering here, he had even experienced an inexplicable illusion with red apples, yellow bananas, orange oranges and other fruits floating in front of him, allowing him to choose one of them.

After experiencing so many illusions, Zheng Ming also had some preparation for this. So when he found himself on the street of a city in the early 21st century, he was not too surprised.

"Memories of a fantasy?"

He whispered softly, and looked around.

As the sun waned, the pedestrians on the streets were in a hurry, and although they could not be seen clearly, there was a sense of exhaustion in their faces.

The busy streets, the roaring locomotives, the black tail smoke spewed out after the tricycle traveled, and the air was filled with a unique smell of engine oil in Zheng Ming's previous life.

"Heh, it's really a scene unique to a small county!"

Whispering to himself in that crisp voice, Zheng Ming looked down at his chest. A bright red scarf was tied there. Slightly lifting his shoulders and tugging at his backward backpack straps, Zheng Ming glanced at the expected logo pinned to his arm. There are also three horizontal bars that are the color of blood.

"Hmm...... What's next? Going to walk to your accommodation alone? After all these years, I don't know how to go back. ”

While bowing his head and muttering to himself, Zheng Ming noticed that two figures were coming. One of the figures was slightly chubby and wearing rimless glasses, the woman who had been a few points better than the previous scene.

The other, with a slightly vague footsteps, swayed and went straight to Zheng Ming. It looks like it's not good.

"Stinky boy, if you don't study hard, you know how to hang outside."

In the angry shouting of the slightly knotted tongue, the smell of wine greeted him.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Ming felt a sharp pain in his cheeks and neck, and the right hand raised by the drunk man was fanned to the ground.

Strong feelings of grievance and horror hit Zheng Ming from the bottom of his heart, and Douda's tears dripped uncontrollably from his eyes.

However, compared to this phenomenon that he had long been accustomed to, what surprised him even more was the scene in front of him.

How could the other party ever really care about his studies? The other party who gets drunk every day will find out that he is late? And at least until junior high school, his grades have always been at the top due to fear, where is the blame of the man in front of him? This is where Zheng Ming feels confused.

Seeing the man rushing up to Zheng Ming, the woman who came with him persuaded him from a distance.

"Kid dad. Don't, I'll talk about it later. ”

"You let go of me. Let him not do his homework. What is Lao Tzu tired and tired for? My life is ruined, and I expect this kid to get ahead. I dare not study hard. I'm going to teach him a lesson today! ”

"Oops, it's homework. I left it for him. I asked him to copy the text ten times, and he missed two of them. ”

"It's all the same. even dared to be handsome and smart. I'm going to break this brute's leg today. ”

A man who is anesthetized by alcohol and can't even walk steadily, naturally it is impossible to control his strength. Under the man's attack, Zheng Ming, who was weak at this time, curled up on the ground in pain.

The fat schoolbag was pulled by the man, and he spit out the stuffed books inside. The notebook was blown open by the wind, revealing snow-white pages full of lattices.

Zheng Ming, who curled up and was kicking with a painful expression, suddenly vomited a pool of blood. Bright blood-red drops fell on the scattered pages, quickly spreading, turning into cherry blossom snowflakes.

"Alright. Stop it. Let's go back. Blame the shame. The woman stepped forward, tugged at the drunkard's sleeve, and whispered to him.

I don't know when the crowd of onlookers has gathered around the three of them, and there are constant discussions. And this is where the woman's refusal comes from.

Under the woman's reminder, the drunkard also sensed the unfavorable discussions of those around him. He kicked Zheng Ming again in anger. Only then did he stop the beating and turned to yell at the crowd of onlookers.

"What do you see? Haven't you seen Lao Tzu teach his son? It's all tm scattered for me. After roaring, the drunk man turned around and yelled at Zheng Ming, ignoring the sudden noise around him.

"Why don't you hurry up? What are you pretending to be pitiful? ”

When Zheng Ming heard this, he endured the colic pain from all over his body and got up from the ground. He silently wiped the blood that kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, and silently picked up the book and stuffed it into his bag.

"What do you see?"

The question sounded again, and Zheng Ming returned to the snow-white room.

"I saw the indifference that doesn't concern me, the inconsistency between inside and outside, and the irresponsible self-willingness." Zheng Ming, who was expressionless, put his chin together and said indifferently. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "Please Call Me Lord Slime", pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~