Zhang Zhiyu turned his head in confusion, in the center of the narrow corridor, the neon light flickered, swaying slightly, on the left, was the door, the steel wrapped in gorgeous wood carvings, surrounded by clusters of the gate, synthetic materials, the inside outward, crystal clear, the outside inward, dark nothingness.

In the new district, near midnight, the nebula and stars erupted with a strong and dazzling brilliance, the dark night sky boiled, and the galaxies worked, in an orderly manner, bursting with the light that only the starry sky had, the kind of thing that people longed to possess, the kind of shocking beauty, which hit everyone's soul hard.

The night sky in the new district, although only a hologram in the dark, is still the real light, still above the dome, and they have always been there.

The wide and clean street, the gray asphalt reflects the sky, the strange flowers and plants, blooming with fluorescence, the color like the stars, changing softly, the endless lake, the clear lake, the algae swells up with the blue fluorescence, swaying slightly with the undulating waves of fish scales, the fragrant and warm breeze blows in the face, the ancient giant trees that are neat and upright, rustling in the air at a height of tens of meters, the leaves rub a pleasant sound, and from time to time, several dolphins jump out of the water, under the shining light, across the graceful arc, Smiling and looking at this perfect world.

On the other side, it's still the same elevator.

Memories rushed like a tidal wave, all the memories of those four dreams.

You're dreaming!

"Wang Jianyu......" Zhang Zhiyu muttered, "I'm dreaming." ”

The singularity that compresses the memory cracks open, and the memory spreads like a thick fog.

"It's just a dream." Zhang Zhiyu muttered to himself, his eyebrows twisted unnaturally, and turned to the door again, the world outside was so perfect and so tempting, "It's just a dream." ”

Refreshing and dry. Zhang Zhiyu took a deep breath of air. Smooth and cold. Jang Ji-woo's fingertips slid lightly over the wall.

Entering the elevator is not the end. Zhang Zhiyu stood in place in a daze, he even longed for the scarlet light to envelop everything as soon as possible, and the tattered black robe slowly rose and fell on the edge of his vision.

And yet nothing came.

What if I leave here? Stay away from this goddamn stupid elevator?

He looked at the starry sky outside the door again.

"Fuck it!" Zhang Zhiyu shook his head and ran quickly to the elevator, the elevator door gently slid to the sides, and disappeared into the two looming darkness.

It's just a dream. It's just a dream.

Zhang Zhiyu breathed deeply, closed his eyes, and his index finger went straight to the third floor, which was his bedroom.

Where else can I go?