March 3, 2020, Beijing.

It is the time when the spring is cold, and it is warm and cold. There are a few lonely trees on the side of the road, new shoots have emerged, and there are few pedestrians on the road, and most of them are in a hurry.

The sun in early spring colds the face, and the spilled light penetrates the haze, adding a touch of warmth.

"Unscrupulous merchants, you don't stop during the epidemic, you are making a lot of money, but you are tired of us courier brothers."

At 11 o'clock in the morning, a middle-aged man wearing a Jingxi work uniform walked into the warehouse, sorted several express packages on the ground to a suitable location and began to disinfect. There were already five or six piles of packages next to it, and the middle-aged man was busy and found a place by the wall that didn't look so dirty and sat down against the wall.

This middle-aged man's name is Ren Pingsheng, his name is very free, he Chinese New Year's Eve is eight years old today, and he is an orphan, because his parents were both killed in a plane accident 22 years ago, leaving a legacy worth more than 200 million yuan to Ren Pingsheng, who had just entered high school at that time, but unfortunately without the constraints of his parents, coupled with the deliberate guidance of the so-called relatives and friends, he has not graduated from high school, and Ren Pingsheng has lost all these assets.

After graduating from high school, he sold the only remaining house, paid off the debts, and left his hometown alone with a few belongings, becoming a member of Jingpiao.

Ren Pingsheng has moved bricks on the construction site, worked as a repairman in the factory, worked as a handyman in the back kitchen of a restaurant, and even performed in some crews.

During this time, with the outbreak of the epidemic, the couriers can be regarded as suffering, and the workload has not only not decreased, but has increased several times. Ren Pingsheng has been busy for more than a week, today he has not stopped since he got up at four o'clock in the morning, and he has no time to rest when he is about to have lunch, although the stomach has already begun to revolt, but Ren Pingsheng is so tired that he doesn't even want to remember who he is, he just wants to take a good rest, and then soak in the face to pay a meal, anyway, there is no worry about wife and children.

Sitting on the ground, Ren Pingsheng took out the smartphone he bought for a few hundred yuan, clicked on the playback program, and began to listen to audio novels.

There are too many things that have passed over the years, and after the ups and downs of Ren Pingsheng's life, the edges and corners have long been smoothed, and only all kinds of novels and movies can entrust him with the spirit he once had.

Ren Pingsheng's upper eyelids began to fight with his lower eyelids, no way, he was so tired, in a daze, he dreamed of his parents again, there are not many things in this world that make him nostalgic, maybe only the sound and smile of his parents.

In his sleep, two lines of tears slipped from the corners of Ren Pingsheng's eyes, and the wind swept by, drying the past of childhood.

At this time, in the universe of another dimension, two creation god-like beings were fighting for a gray bead, overwhelming mountains and seas, and the power of destroying stars and destroying the moon pierced the sky, tearing out one spatial crack after another. Neither of them wanted to give up, but they didn't want to hit the gray bead with one attack, and the bead instantly appeared densely cracked, as if it was about to shatter. In the face of the crisis, this bead seemed to be instinctive, and it burrowed into a spatial crack and disappeared without a trace.

Above the earth's atmosphere, an alien spacecraft that had just finished collecting data and was about to return to the sea happened to collide with the gray bead that was already full of cracks, and the violent explosion made the two aliens in the spacecraft look like amplified locusts in an instant hit the street, the beads absorbed the intelligent computer of the alien spacecraft, rushed into the atmosphere quickly, and smashed towards the ground, if a scientist can calculate, the landing point of the bead is the warehouse where Ren Pingsheng is sleeping, if it is more accurate, it is Ren Pingsheng who is sleeping.

The bead fell quickly, without explosion, luminescence and other phenomena, directly turned into a ray of light, submerged into Ren Pingsheng's body, and the sleeping Ren Pingsheng gradually began to fade, and then slowly turned into nothingness and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Well...... why did you fall asleep? What time is it now, Xiao Zhang, why haven't they arrived yet? ”

When Ren Pingsheng woke up from his sleep, he immediately remembered that it was time for him to assign delivery personnel.

Ren Pingsheng hurriedly got up from the bed, huh? Am I sleeping in bed?

Ren Pingsheng looked around, there was always a feeling of déjà vu, and he suddenly remembered that this was not his former home.

Ren Pingsheng rushed to the living room, wanting to call his parents who were negotiating in Europe not to take the plane, but after seeing the two portraits in the living room, he collapsed on the sofa weakly.

"Why? Why? Why can't I have the opportunity to do it all over again, but not a little earlier, Mom, Dad! Woo......"

Ren Pingsheng gently stroked the portrait of his parents, and the scenes of the past resurfaced.

The electronic clock on the wall shows that on July 3, 1998, Ren Pingsheng is about to enter high school.

"Ding! Hello host, Smart Brain Maya is at your service. ”

Ren Pingsheng was taken aback, "Who?" Who's talking to me? ”

Ren Pingsheng began to look around, looking for suspicious places.

"Master, I am in your brain, you don't need to speak, you only need to communicate with me with your mind."

This childlike but very mechanical voice sounded again.

"Where are you from? How did you get into my brain? How did I come back here? ”

Ren Pingsheng calmed down and began to seek the reason.

"Data lost, restarted loading, loading failed, no such information was found, owner, data was cleaned up, no relevant data can be known."

The voice in his head explained, which made Ren Pingsheng speechless.

"So what's your point? Can you help me go back to where my parents were when they had an accident? ”

Ren Pingsheng asked with anticipation, and now he hopes to see his parents and relive the warmth of his family.

"Master, I only have one document vault now, and in addition to this, there is an unknown function that allows the master's soul to devote himself to a body in another dimension and travel through the plane."

Zhinao Maya said to Ren Pingsheng that she has experienced the baptism of many systematic cross-flow novels, and Ren Pingsheng is no stranger to this.

"Liar, you must want me to help you accomplish something, and then when you reach the ultimate goal, you will make my soul scattered, and you will become the supreme master."

has experienced too much deception, and society has made Ren Pingsheng, who is covered in bruises, realize that pies will not fall from the sky for no reason, and if there is, it is also poison and traps.

"Master, the Brain has no task function, it is already bound to your soul, and if you die, the Brain will cease to exist."

The mechanical children's voice sounded again, although Ren Pingsheng would be skeptical, but in retrospect, he was not a proud son of heaven, he had the aura of the protagonist, it seemed, probably, probably, and it was estimated that there was nothing worthy of coveting by others.

"Is my crossing a hard and fast rule? If I have the ability in the future, can I go back in time and save my parents? ”

Ren Pingsheng suddenly surged with hope, he wanted to hear the result of his hope.

"I'm looking it up, the result is unknown, the master, after the calculation of the intelligent brain, there is a ninety-nine percent chance that it is impossible, and there is a one percent uncertainty."

This answer made Ren Pingsheng quite disappointed, but he thought about it, isn't there still a one percent chance, although the answer given by Zhinao Maya is uncertain.

"Well, when I'm done with everything, and then I start crossing, I must find a way to go back and save my parents, even if it costs everything."

Ren Pingsheng caressed the portrait of his parents, gritted his teeth and made up his mind, even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead.