Time pushes forward, before Chu Zihang has stepped into the subway passage.

"Come pick me up at my house tomorrow, let's go shopping?" The mobile phone displayed a text message from Xia Mi, Chu Zihang did not reply, and sat quietly in front of the computer desk, and the countless codes on it were entered by Chu Zihang line by line.

He was also looking for traces of the first generation, although Lu Xiu said that he was waiting for his news, but Chu Zihang had been waiting for a long time, and he really couldn't wait, so he was ready to look for clues by himself.

His mind still echoed that Lu Xiu patted him twice on the shoulder in the morning, and he always felt that Lu Xiu's few taps were very problematic.

He first called up the map of City B from the computer, and then marked the coordinates of the traces sent by the academy to build a mathematical model.

For the rest, it takes an inspiration, an inspiration, an inspiration to pry open that door.

Summarize a simple equation and deduce a coordinate, that is, the dragon king's lair.

But he thought about it, he had been sitting in front of the computer for a whole afternoon, and he was really a little tired.

Chu Zihang stood up quietly, his hand couldn't help but brush over his phone, and the screen lit up.

That's when I found out the message from Natsumi.

Chu Zihang thought for a moment, and quietly replied, "Okay." He looked at the time, but found that it was already 10 o'clock, and it had been 2 hours since Xia Mi sent the message, according to Chu Zihang's work and rest habits, it was time to fall asleep, so he thought that Xia Mi should fall asleep, so he put his mobile phone back in his pocket, came to the wall and stood straight against the wall.

This is good for the neck, and standing posture, sitting in front of the computer for a long time will affect the cervical spine and lumbar spine, or it is better to move from time to time.

As a result, after standing for a few minutes, the mobile phone in Chu Zihang's pocket shook. There is information coming.

But because he was too fascinated by thinking about the equation, Chu Zihang didn't notice the vibration in his pocket.

As a result, after a few minutes of vibrating, the mobile phone began to vibrate wildly, and finally attracted Chu Zihang's attention.

He took his phone out of his pocket in confusion, and the latest message that caught his eye was: Senior!

clicked on the phone to take a look, but found that Xia Mi had sent him more than 30 text messages.

Secretly smacked his tongue, and said in his heart, don't you want money for this...

The seniors of the 29 articles, the bottom one is the most important: Then we will meet at my house at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning?

Just after reading it here, Xia Mi sent another text message: 55555! It's all your fault, I don't have a phone bill!

Ah, I still need money. Chu Zihang complained silently in his heart, quietly clicked on a certain recharge channel, and gave Xia Mi a 100 yuan phone bill.

He didn't reply to Xia Mi's text message, he felt that if he gave Xia Mi 100 yuan, Xia Mi should understand what he meant.

He shook his head for a while, and his whole body made a crackling sound of fried beans.

Chu Zihang sat back at the computer desk again, at this time, his mind seemed to be unusually clear, and he felt that his inspiration was coming.

Slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, and a formula appeared silently.

Chu Zihang looked at the formula in front of him and smiled slightly.

In fact, it's not that they can't laugh, they just rarely have emotional fluctuations, and at special times, when their emotional fluctuations fluctuate greatly, they will become the same as ordinary people.

But Chu Zihang's smile at this time made other people in Kassel find that it is estimated that it will be pushed into the essence post when it is photographed and sent to N Tan, no way, killing embryos and laughing, it is rare to see it in ten thousand years.

Chu Zihang brought the coordinates detected in the academy into the formula and came up with a coordinate.

DF Plaza!

There was a hint of murderous intent on the face of the embryo killer, and from the time that document was recaptured, he had a feeling that this time... He may well have encountered his own nightmare again, the nightmare that has surrounded him for 6 years.

This time... I'm not going to run away anymore! Chu Zihang said to himself in his heart.

The baseball bag with "Village Rain" was on his back, and Chu Zihang walked out of the door resolutely.

The villa at home is a two-story one, and Chu Zihang went downstairs quietly.

Today, my mother didn't call my aunt to open an arty at home together, and the first floor was always noisy at this time in the past.

It seems that Chu Zihang is back today, and his mother surprisingly didn't go to play with her sisters.

Chu Zihang went downstairs and saw his mother lying on the sofa at a glance. I guess I fell asleep watching TV, and there was an inexplicable soap opera on the TV.

Mom turned over, the blanket that was originally covered by her body was pressed under her, one leg was on the back of the sofa, and the other leg was stretched straight, I don't know if she was tired from sleeping like this, and the clothes on her stomach were lifted up, revealing a flat abdomen. Fortunately, the temperature of the air conditioner is not low, otherwise my mother would probably be lying on the bed again and sighing.

Chu Zihang felt that he had been taking care of people since he could remember.

Every time his mother is sick, it will be an unbearable experience for Chu Zihang, either to watch inexplicable soap operas with him all day, or to be pulled by her to sleep together. Can you imagine the feeling that you just woke up and washed your face, and then your mother pulled you to cover the quilt, and she stared at her and closed her eyes and forced to fall asleep? There are no aunts and mothers fighting, Chu Zihang is his mother's toy.

Obviously people in their 30s, but they still can't tell the difference between firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

I heard the man say that it seemed that my mother was very painful to give birth to herself at that time, so I had to take care of her when I grew up.

Chu Zihang didn't think his mother hated anything, he had always been very sensible.

Looking at his mother's sleeping position, Chu Zihang stepped forward lightly and glanced at the cup on the coffee table.

The medicine has been eaten, the milk has not yet been drunk, and it is still on the table at this time.

Chu Zihang frowned, this glass of milk was put by him before, but his mother still forgot to drink it.

This is what the man has always told him, his mother has a poor quality of sleep at night, and drinking a glass of milk will be much better, and he has always kept it in mind.

Thinking so, he gently stepped forward and shook his mother.

"Huh? Son? Mom rubbed her eyes in a daze, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

"Let's go to bed after drinking milk, don't you feel very uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa?"

Mom nodded confusedly, and slowly closed her eyes when she opened them.

Chu Zihang rubbed his forehead helplessly, stepped forward to hug his fallen mother, supported her, and then reached out to bring milk from the coffee table, the place where he started was cold, and his brows furrowed again.

He gently put his mother down and went into the kitchen, her mother's stomach was not good, and she was expected to wake up in the middle of the night with stomach pain after drinking the iced milk.

As a result, as soon as I entered the kitchen, there was a mushy smell on the tip of my nose, and the gas stove was still on.

Shocked, he hurriedly stepped forward and turned off the gas stove, his brows tightened, he was a little dissatisfied with the maid Aunt Tong.

It was pitch black in the pot, and it was impossible to tell what had been burned, but there was a ball of flour and a rolling pin on the cutting board next to it.

Chu Zihang was slightly stunned, and looked at the thing in the pot again, although it was ugly, he still recognized what it was.

Dumplings, dumplings with an extremely strange appearance.

It should have been pinched by my mother, and the dumplings pinched by Aunt Tong are not as big or small as this.

I was waiting for the dumplings to cook... Chu Zihang's eyes softened slightly, glanced at his mother lying on the sofa outside, and gently picked one up and threw it into his mouth.

Suddenly... The indescribable taste permeated the entire mouth, Chu Zihang frowned, and swallowed the contents of his mouth stiffly.

I quickly took a glass of water, rinsed my mouth, and forced myself not to spit it out.

Ay... With a slight sigh in his heart, he glanced at the contents of the pot and did not touch it again.

Pour the milk in your hand into another pot, turn on the low heat, and boil slowly.

He was not in a hurry, the Dragon King was there, and he would have to go sooner or later.

Thinking so, he was suddenly stunned, took out the phone from his pocket, and called Lu Xiu.

It turned out that Lu Xiu was busy, and he was slightly stunned, and his heart suddenly became a little anxious.

The milk gradually began to tumble and began to emit puffs of white mist.

Chu Zihang skillfully poured the milk into the cup, and reached out to feel the wall of the cup, the heat was moderate.

I brought it to my mother.

There was another gentle shake, and the mother's eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes opened, as if with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Chu Zihang quietly put the milk to his mother's mouth and said, "Drink milk." ”

Mom was slightly stunned, then glanced at Chu Zihang helplessly, reached out to take the milk in Chu Zihang's hand, and raised her head to drink it.

In fact, this has become her habit, she doesn't drink milk all night, and she can't sleep well.

Seeing that his mother obediently drank the milk, Chu Zihang nodded and instructed softly: "Go upstairs and sleep, it's not comfortable to sleep on the sofa." ”

"Okay, good~ Why have you become so verbose~" As he spoke, he hugged Chu Zihang and took a sip on his face. Only then did he see Chu Zihang carrying a tennis bag, and asked suspiciously, "Are you going out so late?" ”

"Well, I'm going to catch a plane and play a tennis game." Chu Zihang was talking about it, and the ghost told a lie.

"Oh," Mom was a little disappointed.

"Don't worry, I'll be back the day after tomorrow." Chu Zihang gave himself a day of relaxation, he was afraid that he would be injured and would have to go through a day of cultivation.

"Oh well... Be careful all the way... Oh! Yes, I boiled you water... Dumplings..."At the end, my mother was completely dumbfounded and shouted, "My dumplings! He jumped up from the couch and rushed towards the kitchen.

"You don't have to go, I saw it, it's all mushy, I'll pour it for you." Chu Zihang shouted.

The mother turned around in embarrassment, looked at Chu Zihang and smiled, sticking out her tongue as if the little girl had done something wrong.

There is no need for Chu Zihang to say more about the seriousness of the gas off, she has already realized it.

Fortunately, Chu Zihang found out early, otherwise it would have been a tragedy.

"I... Ate a... It's delicious. Chu Zihang suddenly laughed.

Mom looked at Chu Zihang and smiled, and she suddenly laughed too, rushed forward, hugged Chu Zihang, and a drop of liquid seemed to fall from the corner of her eye.

"Zihang... You have to come back early, I'll study it well in the next two days! You can rest assured! When you come back, the dumplings I made will definitely be 10,000 times better than this one! Mom patted her chest and reassured.

The corners of Chu Zihang's eyes twitched, and he suddenly didn't want to go home.

He looked at his mother and said softly, "I'm leaving." ”

Mom looked at him the same and smiled, "Come back early." ”

The door behind him was gently closed, Chu Zihang turned around and walked into the garage, his car quietly entrenched in the garage like a sleeping lion.

Chu Zihang sat in the anara, looking at the home in the rearview mirror, Chu Zihang said softly: "I will definitely come back!" ”

With a "Start!" The sleeping lion woke up completely, and the sound of the engine made Chu Zihang seem to hear the cheers of his own cells, and the whole person seemed to have blood gushing.

He stepped on the accelerator hard, and the high beams stabbed like a sharp lightsaber into the grand night.