On the way home from work, Song Xiaocheng saw that every face was so suspicious, and everyone seemed to be hiding something.

He struggled to remember the voice he had heard in the company's bathroom — a slightly thick, textured male voice with a standard articulation and almost no accent.

To put it simply, there are no obvious features to follow.

But Song Xiaocheng is very sure that this is by no means anyone he has talked to before.

It seems that the other party is still hiding in a corner that he has not yet noticed......

The hot sun of the evening rush hour seemed to tighten Song Xiaocheng's heart knot a little tighter, which made Song Xiaocheng feel more and more uneasy and irritable, and even a trace of panic and anger. It was a long-lost feeling, panic at the unknown, anger at incompetence.

Song Xiaocheng, who is much more precocious than his peers, has never been afraid to solve any problems, but this time the challenge is a little unusual, and it is not even expected by Song Xiaocheng at all.

Whether it was having to complete a set of important plans at work that he had never been exposed to, or being forced into a corner by an opponent much stronger than himself in the adversity of the game, and even when necessary, Song Xiaocheng had never been afraid of physical conflicts that reached his flesh and bones, because at least Song Xiaocheng knew who he was facing.

But the opponent he faced this time ...... Song Xiaocheng not only didn't know who he was, didn't know what he looked like, and didn't even know what his purpose was, but the other party had already grasped the slightest bit of wind and grass on his pillow when he was sleeping peacefully.

In Song Xiaocheng's opinion, this feeling is as if the other party has put a sharp knife against his throat, but he still doesn't know it.

I was completely passive.

When the distraught Song Xiaocheng returned home, the house that had been able to give him infinite warmth and a sense of steadiness did not give him the slightest comfort today.

"Xiaoyu!" Song Xiaocheng hurriedly shouted towards the house before he even had time to close the door.

No one answered. It seems that Xiao Yu has not come back yet.

"Are you - yet-not - home--question mark. ”

Song Xiaocheng was thinking about it by himself, while sitting on the shoe-changing stool and taking his mobile phone to send a message to Xiaoyu.

"Nope"

"It's going to be late today"

"Departmental Dinner"

"/smiley"

Xiao Yu quickly replied to a few messages. This made Song Xiaocheng breathe a few breaths steadily.

"** of another dinner. Song Xiaocheng sighed in annoyance and continued to rub the words on his mobile phone, "I-ask you-a-thing-period." Even on his mobile phone, Song Xiaocheng didn't forget to add a child's voice.

"I-nightstand-on-the-that-ganesha-is-what's-son-question mark. ”

"What's that?" replied Xiao Yu.

"It's the last time, the two of us, the two of us, who traveled, brought back, that-elephant-statue-full stop. ”

"What's wrong?"

"It's—how - it spent—no—it melted. ”

“？？？”

Xiao Yu's reaction made Song Xiaocheng very irritable, didn't Xiao Yu see the appearance of the god this morning? He suddenly stood up and walked into the bedroom, and he wanted to take a picture of the melted Ganesa and send it to Xiao Yu.

But as soon as Song Xiaocheng took a step into the bedroom, he felt a buzz in his ears, and his whole scalp was numb.

Little Ganesa was on his bedside table, holding its four hands as if nothing had happened.

For a while, Song Xiaocheng felt that his brain seemed to have suffered a huge impact.

"Did I remember wrong? I was dazzled in the morning? Did I dream about it?"

But the one in the afternoon...... What's going on with that voice in the bathroom? Is it a dream? Are both of these things hallucinations?

Until nine o'clock in the evening, Xiao Yu had not returned home. If it were normal times, Song Xiaocheng would definitely take a taxi to pick her up, at least he would send a message to urge her. But today, Song Xiaocheng was in no mood to worry about this kind of thing, let alone playing games, he didn't even cook a dinner by himself, but checked the walls, clothes hooks, curtains, and closets in the bedroom over and over again, and found a pack of band-aids, pasted the camera of the laptop, and unplugged the camera on his and Xiaoyu's desktop computers.

Leaning on the back of the chair and sitting in front of the dark computer screen, Song Xiaocheng looked at the power indicator of the monitor flashing again and again, as if he was waiting for someone, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

It feels really bad.

He has imagined more than once that this world may be fake, just like in the movie, one day, he may go to the boundary of the world, see a virtual world with unfinished modeling, or find that his friends, parents, and even Xiao Yu are just actors, and he is in a large-scale reality show......

But those are just ridiculous fantasies after dinner, but what is in front of him today is a real thing.

Song Xiaocheng squeezed his eyelids hard, took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh. At this time, his mobile phone suddenly vibrate.

"New Friend Request"

Song Xiaocheng glanced at it, threw his mobile phone on the computer desk, and continued to look up to the sky and ponder. The current "new friend application" is either selling tea or cheating red envelopes, and it can't be ......

A thought flashed through his mind, and Song Xiaocheng quickly got up and grabbed his mobile phone.

"We'll talk again".

There is no name, and the avatar seems to be a photo, small but not clear.

Song Xiaocheng's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and it felt as if someone had hooked the tip of his heart from behind with an iron hook.

Click on the big picture of the "new friend" avatar, and the photo in front of you is the melted little Ganesha!

Song Xiaocheng directly clicked "Accept-Send Message" and entered the dialog box.

"I said we'd talk again. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Song Xiaocheng quickly sent out a message, and then added another one, "Where are you?"

"Looks like you can't wait to talk to me any more. ”

"You're spying on me?"

While sending the message, Song Xiaocheng flashed countless more terrifying thoughts. This made him walk back and forth between several bedrooms with his phone in one hand, pulling boxes and cabinets, and even leaning down to check under the bed......

"Don't look for it, I'm not at your house. ”

"Of course, I won't hurt you. ”

Song Xiaocheng squinted his eyes and stared at the phone screen, biting his upper lip with his lower teeth, his face full of annoyance and frustration.

"You're paying too much attention to me. ”

"You should pay attention to what I told you. ”

The two messages in succession were like a small mallet, gently knocking on the back of Song Xiaocheng's head.

Power. Magic. Fireball.

"Fireballs? you're doing this to make me believe in fireballs?"

"We'll talk again...... But not now. ”

After that, no matter how much Song Xiaocheng sent messages - questioning, threatening, guessing - the other party never responded.

Xiao Yu didn't return home until after eleven o'clock, and he seemed very tired, but fortunately, he didn't get drunk or anything, which made Song Xiaocheng feel a little relieved. But Song Xiaocheng didn't want to bother Xiao Yu with the matter of the mysterious character, and Xiao Yu didn't ask more questions about the idol, but fell asleep on the bed indiscriminately.

Song Xiaocheng looked at Xiao Yu's slender body that barely weighed half of his weight, blaming himself and worrying at the same time. But in the end, he couldn't do anything, just lying on the bed, lying next to Xiao Yu, racking his brains to think about everything that happened today.

Unconsciously, Song Xiaocheng closed his eyes in a daze, and fell asleep, but suddenly woke up with a shiver.

What are you doing? At this time, there may be a pair of eyes staring at you at any time - that mysterious character, he must have some way of staring at himself!

Song Xiaocheng sat up, shook his head, rubbed his eyes again, and when he opened his eyes again, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something moving with his peripheral vision, and when he turned his head......

It is the idol of the god Ganesha.

It's melting!

The small statue, which is only about 20 centimeters tall, is slowly melting little by little, like a candle on an iron plate, quiet and silent, without a sound. From the base, the sturdy idol turned into a soft fluid, collapsing down in the corner of the bedside table, followed by the idol's waist, legs, and Ganesha's four hands...... As the whole body of the statue became more and more paralyzed, the long nose of the elephant god gradually fell longer, the fangs on the top also dripped down, and the eyes stared at Song Xiaocheng deadly, as if he was begging for help, as if he was telling about pain, but it was more like he was leaning towards a hatred that could not be saved......

Song Xiaocheng also stared at the eyes of the idol, witnessing the incredible scene in front of him with a daze, and even forgot to blink, forget to breathe, and forget to scream.

"Right now, right on your bedside table, right in front of your own eyes. Do you believe it now?" Song Xiaocheng heard that voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

When he came back to his senses, Song Xiaocheng realized that he was already standing by the bed. It's just that the reality around me seems to be dreaming, and the perspective of the dream is in the corner of the bed, looking at myself sitting on the bed. And next to him, there was another person.

That person is not Xiao Yu. It's not even Song Xiaocheng.

Song Xiaocheng stood beside a man in a white shirt and a black suit, and even wore an elegant royal blue satin tie. Judging from the clothes, even if this person appeared in the conference room of Song Xiaocheng's company, he did not have the slightest sense of disobedience.

However, this man had the head of a white elephant.

At this time, Song Xiaocheng was not surprised by this situation.

He glanced back at the Ganesha and continued to look at himself on the bed, which was still staring blankly at the melting statue of Ganesha. The statue of Ganesa melted while looking at Song Xiaocheng who was standing in the corner of the bed with complicated eyes.

"Is this magic? I believe it. Song Xiaocheng nodded calmly.

"Good. Well, we can talk about it again. The elephant man said, "Talk...... Go deeper. ”

"I want to know who you are first. Song Xiaocheng didn't look back at the elephant man, but kept staring at his own face on the bed.

"Who is that statue?"

"Elephant God, Ganesha. ”

"That's what you call me. ”

"I'm asking about your true identity. Song Xiaocheng turned his face and looked at the elephant man with resolute eyes.

The elephant man also looked at Song Xiaocheng for about a few seconds.

"You're sharp. Also smart. No wonder it all befalls you. ”

"Can you tell me the answer? Ganesha?"

"This image is just a picture I conjured up trying not to frighten you. My existence is beyond your current understanding......"

"And my understanding is beyond your current judgment. Song Xiaocheng quickly interrupted Ganesha's words.

There was another silent confrontation, and Ganesha's trunk seemed to shake slightly.

"Song Xiaocheng. I did not come to be hostile to you. ”

"What's that for?"

"For the sake of ...... A gift. ”

These two words come out of the mouths of gods and demons, and they often mean extraordinary things. Song Xiaocheng pointed out sharply.

"You're very smart!" Ganesa approving, "yes, accepting it means our partnership." ”

"Do I have other options?"

"Absolutely. Ganesha shook her huge ears, "Reject me, and you will wake up and go on with your life." But...... Accept it, believe me, and the trajectory of your life will be turned upside down, and it will be a powerful force beyond your imagination. Red or blue? ”

As he said meaningfully, Ganesa stretched out his right hand, palm upward.

Song Xiaocheng stared directly at Ganesa's deep eyes, but he only saw his reflection in those insignificant pupils, and saw his face and his own eyes from the reflection.

About half a minute later, Song Xiaocheng stretched out his right hand and held Ganesha's right hand tightly. Song Xiaocheng saw that Ganesha's elephant beak also showed a slight smile.

The right hand is gradually tightened, and the grip becomes tighter and tighter. Song Xiaocheng silently resisted hard, but to no avail, he felt that his hand was about to be pinched off, and just when he was about to shout, suddenly there was a sharp burning pain from the center of his palm.

"Very good, Mr. Song Xiaocheng. The white elephant's eyes widened suddenly, but the corners of his mouth were still smiling.

"We'll talk again!"