It was rainy, and the air was filled with a kind of coldness that did not belong to summer, and a woman in a white cotton dress, holding a red umbrella, stood quietly on the side of the road.

The car sped by, and the tires rolled up the water on the side of the road and splashed onto the hem of her skirt, damp a large area.

She didn't deal with the water stains, letting the cold, damp cloth stick to her thighs, not caring if it would make her sick.

While the next car was still some distance from her, she lifted her foot and wanted to cross the street.

Half the way down the road, she was in the middle of the road in an instant. As she reacted, a blue-sprayed truck drove towards her.

She watched dumbfoundedly as the truck crashed into her, a huge pain swept through her body, and her ears were filled with the screeching sound of car brakes.

Immediately afterward, everything in sight vanished, leaving only the sound of a continuous whistle.

She was still holding a red umbrella in her hand, and the pain in her body reminded her that she had been hit by a truck, but she didn't lose even a single hair, and stood well.

The soles of the feet are cold, and the rain should be overflowing the soles. Thinking so, she lowered her head and saw that the blue slippers were soaked in a red liquid, and her fair feet were slightly stained.

It's blood!

She stood in the blood, the upwelling blood bubbling around her feet, as if she had been boiled. More and more, the dark red became a river, flowing towards a cloud of white light in the distance.

Soon, the blood was gone to her calf.

Feeling the strength of her body draining away little by little with the blood, she shook her hand and clenched the handle of the umbrella, as if this would relieve one or two.

When I looked closely, there was something in my hand, a pair of anthuriums as if they had just been fished out of a river of blood.

Like a frightened bird, she let out a scream.

"Aren't you awake?"

A distant, mysterious voice shattered the incessant whistle around her.

The coldness without any emotion, like a spell, froze the surging river of blood.

"It's time to wake up!"

There is no undulating voice, no warmth and warmth, and it is also a life-saving straw that she wants to grasp.

She lifted her feet to the distant voice, and walked towards the white light at the end of the river, her feet heavy as if they had been filled with lead, and she was sweating profusely after a few steps.

She's going to grab the voice, grab it, get out of here!

The woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes, her brown pupils hollow.

"Are you okay?"

The residual pain in her body pulled back to her senses, and she rolled her eyes to look at the man who was speaking.

The man's skin was almost sickly pale, and his short soft black hair was neatly groomed. The dark blue pupils behind the gold-rimmed glasses revealed a sense of routine, and although they were cold, they were neutralized by a soft expression. A well-cut black suit accentuates his tall and straight figure, and the chain of a gold pocket watch and brass buttons on the cuffs are exposed on the chest, but this outfit looks too retro.

She couldn't help but scratch at the sheets beneath her.

The man examined her from head to toe, as if to make sure she didn't have any problems.

Everything is immaculate as it is the floor, and the wall lamps emit a blue glow, adding a bit of color to the room. However, the man in front of him was dressed in black too obviously.

Her ninja mouth felt dry and aching as if it had been burned by fire, and asked, "What is this place?" ”

The voice is hoarse, and the whole sentence sounds like it has been cut by scissors, and it sounds choppy and choppy.

The man picked up a white porcelain cup and a golden spoon with gold trim from the bedside table, tested the temperature of the water, and then slowly replied: "This is not a boat, I am your butler No. 038." ”

He paused, pondered his words, and then said, "Welcome home, master." ”

"Home?" The woman looked at No. 038 hesitantly and thought for a while.

"I don't remember you." She felt that the man had no malice, but instinctively alert.

The remaining memories in my mind were intermittent, like a shredded newspaper, scattered everywhere.

"Let's drink some water and moisten your throat!" The man avoided her question and brought the spoon of water to her lips.

She tilted her head and silently refused.

No. 038 withdrew his hand, and there was not a trace of fluctuation in his indifferent voice: "If you have anything to tell me, No. 038 will not do anything to hurt you."

Unable to tell whether what the man said was true or false, she changed to another important question: "Who am I?" What's wrong with me? ”

038 put the cup back on the cabinet and retreated to its original position, saying, "I don't know who you are, but you had a car accident in the subworld." ”

It seems that her blood-soaked dream is not for nothing, the woman thought to herself. But his previous words sounded like a joke.

"You don't know me, and you still call me master?"

"If you don't tie the boat, you are the master, and you are naturally my master." He said it as a matter of course.

The woman rubbed her temples, not knowing if it was because of the loss of memory, she couldn't understand No. 038's words.

After straightening out her thoughts, she said, "First of all, what is it that is not tied to a boat?" ”

"Not tethered to a boat, located in the center of the plane set, is the law that maintains the normal operation and characteristics of the plane."

After waiting for a while, she realized that the man had finished introducing her, and she asked again, "What is the sub-world?" ”

"A plane is a sub-world, and the untied boat and the sub-world together form the mother world." No. 038 patiently answered.

It's like a bad student listening to a spitting old man's physics class, and before the previous concept is understood, a new concept pops out of the old man's mouth.

She was too embarrassed to say she didn't understand at all.

The man stood quietly by the bedside and did not speak again, as if the woman did not speak, he would not say more.

She sighed and asked, "What is a plane?" ”

"The plane is a complete and independent universe."

Thankfully, he finally spat out a "human" word.

After figuring out the relationship between the universe, the plane, and the untethered boat, she asked, "How can I go back to the universe where the car accident happened?" ”

Want to know who you are? The best way to do this is to go back and forth!

"You can't go back." No. 038 is categorical and does not give her any hope.

"And how did I get there?" In fact, both questions mean the same thing, she doesn't believe that there is only one one-way ticket with no return.

Station 038 replied, "You were born there. ”

"Yes, yes, I know," she said helplessly, "you have to tell me what my name is, right?" ”

"Master." No. 038 touched her upper and lower lips, and the words she said made her almost spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

"If you don't tie the boat, you don't ask about the past, so No. 038 is not clear."

It's good that she was lying down, otherwise she would have flashed her waist.