Feng Chen stood in place, he didn't know why he came to this place, but his strong mental quality made the wisest decision at the first time, and he chose to remain motionless.

This is a pure space, as far as the eye can see, there is infinite darkness, but the strange thing is that Feng Chen found that his surroundings were full of light, when he looked up at the light source, he found that there was nothing special on it, which made him feel surprised, just like he was standing in an empty opera house, surrounded by a pitch-black curtain, only he was illuminated by a stage lamp.

But I seem to be the lamp, a white light that can be moved.

Feng Chen looked up at his feet again, and found that it was also infinite darkness, he seemed to be walking in a place where time and space were at a standstill, when he took steps, he found that he seemed to be walking upside down, the kind of imperceptible small gap He seemed to be extremely sensitive, when he took two steps, he found that his body seemed to be parallel to the ground, walking in violation of gravity.

No, there was only infinite darkness, there was no reference at all, he broke out in a cold sweat, who could be sure that the space around him was not the ground?

Perception, habit is completely unsuitable here, the common sense of the past is completely like a locked iron box, useless at all, Feng Chen tried to shout a few words in his throat, he found that his voice seemed to be heard only by himself, and the extraordinary hearing could not distinguish anything at all, and then he tried to mobilize the black light virus in his body, and found that he could not mobilize at this moment, so he clenched his fist and smashed it into the surrounding space.

Like an ordinary person, Feng Chen didn't feel any power, he felt as if he was a piece of paper.

"Am I in a dream?" Feng Chen wondered, and he didn't think about it.

"Before, Lu Li and I were still chatting on the deck, and then Lu Li said that he was keeping vigil, so I went back to the cabin, and then I walked in the hammock, as if I was asleep??"

"I'm asleep??"

Feng Chen wasn't sure, he couldn't be sure if it was in a dream, so he pinched himself, and a tingling sensation came from his nerves.

He began to walk and run at an accelerated pace......

After a long time.

"I don't feel tired, but I can feel the pain, it's not logical??"

Feng Chen suddenly felt palpitations, this was not an ordinary dream, he was still talking to Lu Li in the last second, this kind of thing happened not long after returning to the cabin, and there was no warning, this kind of terrifying means of pulling people into a dream was really terrifying, he rummaged through his memory and didn't find anything that was wrong in reality before, it was so abrupt.

"Since it's a dream, you can wake up," Feng Chen pondered, "The key is how to wake up?" ”

"I saw an article before, about the interpretation of dreams, when you dream and know that it is a dream but can't wake up, it is your subconscious that is not under your control, it is constantly hypnotizing you, although the subjective consciousness dominates your life, but there is only one thing that cannot be involved, that is, dreams, in which the competent consciousness is completely hypnotized by the subconscious, and the subjective consciousness is completely like a marionette."

"But is there really a subconscious? Or is it the subjective consciousness at work? ”

Feng Chen thought of this, pondered for a while, and made a decision, since he felt that he couldn't wake up, he simply fell asleep again in his dream, completely emptied his consciousness, flattened his body, and let it go, Feng Chen was no longer on guard, his own state was also the most convenient for the enemy to start, he was waiting, waiting for the crisis to appear, breaking the game, or waiting for himself to fall asleep, and then breaking the game.

I don't know how long it took, but only the faint light remained the same spectrum.

It wasn't until Feng Chen's fingers trembled unconsciously and completely fell into a deeper sleep that the only light source appeared a subtle deviation, and then began to shrink, starting with an undetectable dot, then slowly magnifying, and finally the whole piece of light looked like a large ball of light that could breathe from any angle.

Large ball of light.

Then it burst out with a dazzling light, and an inconspicuous singularity appeared in the center, and it began to collapse, and countless cracks appeared and wrapped the ball of light, it seemed to turn into a blank paper, and the countless cracks left shocking traces on the white paper like a large pen, as if someone was holding a large black net to completely net it.

There is not the slightest sound, but it seems to be a beautiful picture that has been silenced, the magnificent and soft ball of light continues to collapse, and the process of the collapse of the ball of light of only a few square meters at this moment is like a majestic mountain as high as 10,000 meters, and the momentum is not visible at all, and each beam of light is delicate like porcelain, which makes people unbearable.

The speed at which the ball of light collapsed began to increase, and finally it became faster and faster, and at this time, the space began to tremble violently, it seemed to have life, and the whole space was filled with a sense of tragedy and determination.

When the last beam of light collapsed into the singularity, this space seemed to let out a daring wail and completely shattered, and Feng Chen's still body instantly fell rapidly, and when he fell, Feng Chen's hair moved slightly, and then came like a strong wind, and his clothes were blown violently, but he seemed to be completely undisturbed, still asleep.

"Tom!" With a bang, Feng Chen's body suddenly shook, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, a piece of coldness, jumped up from the ground without hesitation, and made an offensive gesture with eight sharp claws shining with cold light, at this moment he was like an extremely dangerous and fierce beast.

However, when he saw everything around him, he was completely stunned.

Ping'an City, the brightly lit Ping'an City, seems to return to the former Ping'an City, the pedestrians on the street are wearing the popular styles in his memory for more than ten years, the surrounding buildings also carry the shadow of the old time, the vehicles passing by are also the old style, and the dust even saw the old-fashioned bicycle with a crossbar in the middle passing in front of him, he remembered that more than ten years later, their mature generation called it "old tank".

The noisy sounds around me came to my ears, the air was not as pungent as it was a decade later, and the old neon lights kept flashing.

"Am I going back in time?" Feng Chen was stunned in place, and at this time, a pair of young men and women in love passed by him, and the woman saw Feng Chen's eyes lit up, and she leaned over to her male ticket and whispered:

"Look how cool that guy is!"

"Cut, wouldn't you just wear something cooler? What's the big deal! ”

Ignoring the two of them, he reached out and touched the fence behind him, the real touch constantly challenged his nerves, and then he strode forward, stopping at an intersection.

"Museums? It has already been dismantled a long time ago?! Feng Chen stared at the old museum for a long time, and he shook his head for a long time, this world seemed to be exactly the same as the age in his memory, and he couldn't see any problems.

"Are you alright?" A quiet voice came from behind, and Feng Chen turned around suddenly, directly grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

"Who the hell are you?!" Feng Chen's eyes were cold, one hand was like an iron tong, and the woman who spoke just now looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with an ordinary appearance, but the voice made it difficult for people to feel disgusted, but Feng Chen still did not stop the movements in his hand.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Su Su was choked by the neck and inhaled heavily, but she only felt that the hand holding her neck was like an iron tong, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

"Ahem...... Cough...... I...... No malicious ...... It's just to see that you're lost...... I want to help you ......" Su Su shouted hard, and she could feel that the man in front of her really wanted to kill herself.

"Young man! Let it go!! This is an old man walking out of the museum, and the old man scolded angrily, "The girl is kind enough to help you, what's the matter with you?!" Feng Chen was stunned in place, in his memory, the old man's name was Zhang Wenguo, the old director of the museum, logically speaking, he was dead, and he was a person who had been dead for more than ten years.

Sure enough, it is a dream, and the dead can be resurrected.

"I'm ready for such a big play!" Feng Chen's face became more and more cold, although he looked a little irritable, his eyes scanned the surroundings, if someone was plotting against him, it was definitely around!

However, to his disappointment, everything was so real, and the poor resistance that fell on him when the woman was struggling was all real.

Seeing that the people around him were attracted over, Feng Chen frowned, and the woman who was choked by his throat by his judgment seemed to be really flesh and blood, the expression that was about to suffocate, and the desperate eyes that looked at Feng Chen were full of incomprehension and regret, regretting talking to such a madman.

Feng Chen let go of his hands, and a siren sounded in the distance, and he quickly left the place with a tense face.

The next day, after a sleepless night, Feng Chen watched the sun slowly rising over the horizon, the warm sunlight, with a slight cold breeze, he jumped down the ten-meter-high floor.

Feng Chen, who was mixed in the flow of people, used the black light virus to personify a black coat to wrap himself, he observed all night and found that there was no problem, if there was a problem, it was only himself, so he decided to go to his house to see if there were any clues.

Passing by the bustling streets of the future, Feng Chen came to the suburbs, saw a bungalow, and walked on the dirt road that he had passed by tens of thousands of times, Feng Chen's heart was a little uncomfortable, although he knew that everything was fake, this was a dream, and the dream was fake.

More than ten years ago this is not a suburb, can only say that Ping'an City began to move towards the pace of an international city, here is at most the old city, the original government personnel came to persuade that here to build a building to develop the city, and a certain city in line, but helpless to live here for generations have never left, they took root from here, sprouted, withered, the son took over the father's work, the daughter took over the needle and thread in the mother's hand, I remember when I was very young, Feng Chen had heard my grandfather say, this is the original place of Ping'an City.

Slowly to the dust of the father's generation, they have experienced the changes of the times, the torrent of history, they grew up in the cracks, the feelings for this place have long taken root at a young age, when the new city was planned, countless people refused to give up their ancestors' family business, refused to move away from the high-rise buildings outlined by the government for them, so the transformation of the old city was stranded step by step, until the generation of Feng Chen's generation.

The old city is like an old man in the twilight of his life, he is faltering, has not been able to keep up with the pace of the times, the life of the new city has a never-ending running water, inexhaustible electricity, and the life is convenient, more and more people choose the new city, the old house is like a child who sends himself out, more and more empty and abandoned houses are born.

It was noon at the moment, and the smoke curled up, completely unrelated to the depression in his memory, and in his memory, for as long as he could remember, people had been moving out of this place, their children had also left, and their playmates had left one by one, although they were still in the city, they were already far away, and there was no intersection anymore, just like this old town.

Slowly, there were fewer and fewer people around, and by the time he was in elementary school, there were only his own house and a few in the east of the old city.

Dusty slowed down, walking the path he knew, and when he stopped in front of a wooden door that had been opened and closed countless times, the memories deep in his mind flooded him like a resurgence.

Father and mother are ordinary workers, he has to get up at six o'clock in the morning to go to work, get off work at eight o'clock in the evening, work overtime from time to time, the work in the factory is very hard, he has a wooden personality since he was a child, he is not good at communicating, and he is very well-behaved, whenever the wooden door is closed like this, it means that there is no one in the house, only eleven-year-old himself will squat on the ground and scribble randomly on the open space at the door from the school, and honestly wait for his parents to come back, and then there will be a hot meal.

It carries the sorrows and joys of his childhood, the deepest memories of his parents, the deepest feelings in his heart, they, them, carry everything.

Like a passerby, Feng Chen stood in front of the door for a long time, and then, he skillfully walked to the base of the red brick wall, pulled a loose red brick, took out a piece of chalk from it, and then squatted down and raised his hand.

After a long time, he stood up again and put the chalk back in its place, he didn't know how to put it down, and he didn't know how to write it.

After staring at it for a moment, he jumped into the courtyard with a moving figure, walked through every familiar corner of the courtyard, and then reached out and pushed open the door wrapped in yellow paste paint and pasted with the big word "Fu", and walked in.