My name is Yan Shunlu, I have just returned from receiving my prize from the lottery center, and I am a multi-millionaire from now on.

Now I'm lying on the bed holding my phone and giggling, the screen clearly shows the text message sent by the bank 1 hour ago, and I'm tirelessly counting it over and over again, one, ten, hundred, thousand...... That's right, it's 10 million! More than 30 million! I can't get enough of it.

You can't imagine that a day ago I was an ordinary office worker, 10 million is an unimaginable number for me, and I have never had a huge amount of wealth except for the virtual gold coins in online games. In terms of my current income, I need to save all my income without eating, drinking, or spending anything, and it will take 8 years to make a down payment on a house in this first-tier city! This also takes into account the fact that house prices are no longer rising. Now, I can easily own a house of my own, have a shop, and live a chic life as a charter company.

I really want to find someone to share this happiness, but not now, the truth that wealth is not revealed has been said many times by my ancestors. I'll wait until I find the right time in the future, and the so-called right time is after I have properly arranged this time. For people like me who don't know how to manage money, the best arrangement is to buy fixed assets, houses, shops, ...... Housing prices have been soaring in recent years, although there have been voices saying that the state will carry out macroeconomic control of housing prices, and housing prices will decline in the future, but how can the decline be worse than stocks? The current stock market is B, B, A in, BIKE out, and no matter how the house price falls, at least I can get a real thing, what about stocks? Nothing...... What's more, this is a first-tier city in China, and no matter how much it falls, it will be limited......

I was obviously holding my mobile phone and looking at the bank deposit silly and happy, why did I come to this space again? When did you fall asleep again? This time it's really a serial, but this serial is so boring, without any content, and it's frustrating. This time I didn't run, but just lay on the ground anyway, so in the end, it was better to skip the middle step and lie down directly. The previous two experiences have taught me that running is a knee-jerk reaction to this dark and secluded space, but in fact it is only futile and useless. There is no direction to distinguish here, and there is nothing to refer to, except for black and black, endless black, like the legendary black hole, the light cannot escape here, and the space seems to be like a black hole, with no end. There is no way to get out of here except to wait for me to wake up naturally.

I don't know how long it took to lie like this, it was still dark all around, time had lost its meaning here, there was nothing to refer to witness the passage of time, except me. When will this dream end? Am I going to have such repetitive monotonous dreams every day? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but slam the ground hard.

"How does that feel?" I immediately got up, and the ground didn't seem to be so solid when I hit it just now. Feeling a little unusual? I groped around on my knees, tapping my hands on the ground from time to time. Yes, there is such a place that is a little different from other places. Because the sound could not be transmitted here, I could only feel it by slamming the ground hard, and the feeling from the coming me seemed to be soft in the place, which seemed to give me hope of getting out of the predicament, and I could dig a tunnel to escape. Even now that I'm in a dream, I'm fed up with such absolute darkness and silence.

I stood up and began to stomp my foot on the ground in the place I had just identified, and in a few strokes it was numb...... In Zhao Da's words, you are numb if you stomp on it. But I can't care so much anymore and keep stomping. Suddenly, a feeling of weightlessness came, and I stepped through the ground.

"Ah......h

I waved my hands wildly in the air, trying to grab something against the weightlessness. And yet everything was in vain, there was nothing around, and I was still falling, falling...... Fear filled my mind, and I forgot that it was a dream, and that the fear of falling from a great height came from the deepest instincts of my soul. It's over, it's not dead and crippled. That's the only thought in my head......

The fall is only a few seconds, but it feels like a long time. I fell to the ground, but I didn't feel any pain, sure enough, it was in a dream, I didn't feel pain in the dream, I got up and looked around.

It's a diametrically opposed space, it's all white as far as the eye can see, and when I look up, it's also white, and the hole where I fell is gone.

"Anyone?" I shouted.

Here, my eyes and ears are functioning again. I can see things again, and I can hear voices again.

"You're welcome." A slightly shrill voice rang out.

"Who? Come out! "I was just asking instinctively in an unfamiliar environment, but I received an unexpected answer. I was frightened and immediately put on a vigilant posture, with my legs shoulder-width apart, my knees slightly bent, my body slightly curled, and my hands clenched into fists in front of my chest, which is a common defensive posture in all fighting arts. These are the basic skills I learned in the gym from a lay disciple who claims to have been in the Shaolin Temple for ten years, although I did not have the skills of a single enemy, but only this can bring me a trace of peace of mind, I looked around vigilantly, the surrounding was empty, except for white or white.

"Keep walking to your left hand and you'll see me." That slightly shrill voice sounded again.

I tried to find out who was speaking from the direction of the voice, but it seemed to be coming from all directions at the same time, as if I was in a three-dimensional cinema or a high-level symphony concert, and the sound was rippling around, but I couldn't tell the direction of the sound source. Curiosity drove me, and I had no choice but to go in the direction he said, but my hands of vigilance never let go.

I don't know how long it took, I couldn't count the time, just when I began to feel some impatience, I saw a figure in front of me, I walked more carefully, the figure became clear, it was me. In front of me is a huge mirror, as if the whole wall is a mirror, the figure I see is me in the mirror, I am vigilant in the mirror, the gauze is inexplicably gone, the wound has healed, and there is no scar left, as if I have not been injured.

"Hey~" I yelled, "You're kidding me, aren't you?" There is only one mirror here. ”

"You put your hands on it." The voice ignored my complaints and said without any emotion.

I seemed to have no choice, and carefully pressed my hand to the mirror, but I didn't dare to press it, so that I could pull away and run away at once in case something happened.

There was a little coolness from my fingertips, and then I saw what should have been a hard mirror, like water, ripples from where my fingertips touched the mirror, and my hand passed through it. If it weren't for the coolness, the mirror would seem to be unobstructed, and the outstretched hand would be as easy as passing through the air. Then I felt a suction force from the other side of the mirror, and I couldn't help but stumble forward, and I instinctively closed my eyes.

When I steadied myself and opened my eyes again, I was already in a large room, and I looked back incredulously, it was a wall, and I had just walked through it. The whole process is as light as passing through the air without any obstacles.

I looked at the room, and I couldn't believe what I saw, it was a room with red walls, not a bright red, but a warm red, like the orange on the head of a lit match. Everything around me made me feel like I was in a science fiction movie, and the room was filled with all sorts of sci-fi equipment of different sizes, and I couldn't tell what it was for. There was a figure in front of him with his back to me, looking intently at the three-dimensional light curtain in front of him, and the picture above flashed by, which seemed to be somewhat familiar, but very unfamiliar.

Before I could see the contents of the light curtain, he seemed to sense my arrival, waved his hand, and the light curtain disappeared, and then turned and walked over.

I observed 'him' less than a meter in front of me with some vigilance, and the whole person looked very strange: judging from my height, he was not tall, estimated to be about one meter five, and he looked very strange, no hair, no eyebrows, big eyes, and large pupils, so big that they almost occupied the entire eyeball, like a character in a two-dimensional comic; There is no nose, just like Voldemort's shape, with his breathing, where the nose originally belongs, the wings of the nose open to reveal two holes, let's be considered nostrils; The mouth is large, almost grinning to the base of the ear, and the lips are so thin that it is almost invisible; The ears are large and close to the head; There is no neck, not that we joke that we are so fat that there is no neck, but there is really no neck, and the head is directly connected to the body; The shoulders are narrow, and the shoulders are in a figure-eight shape; The arms are thick and strong, the hands are long, but the legs are short, and they appear extremely uncoordinated. The skin tone is very white, which is different from the white of the Caucasian race, and the skin looks smooth. And I can't tell 'his' gender.

"Welcome!" A shrill voice rang out again, and I saw 'he' hold out to me.

It was the voice that had just pointed me over, and I looked around in confusion, but there was no other figure, and I didn't see 'he' open his mouth, who was the one who spoke? Or am I not paying attention to the way he speaks?

"Don't look at it, it's me, is there anyone else here?" 'He' seemed to understand my doubts.

I carefully shook his hand, it felt a little cold, the skin was as smooth and elastic as I could see, it seemed that the palm of my hand was sweaty, and it felt a little slippery to hold. And his palms were large, but the fingers were short, as if there were only two knuckles in each finger, and before I could see it, 'he' withdrew his hand.

He turned and walked to a corner of the room to sit down in a white chair that was also sci-fi, and gestured to another white chair beside 'him' for me to sit down and talk.

I walked over and didn't sit down, but moved the chair first, vigilantly keeping a distance from 'him', the bulky chair looked easy to move. I sat down carefully, the chair was comfortable, could it be called ergonomic?

"Who are you? Why am I here? What did you call me for? ...... "As soon as I sat down, I couldn't wait to say a lot of doubts that had been buried in my heart for a long time.

'He' stretched out his hand to interrupt my continuous questioning, "Don't rush, take your time one by one." "That somewhat shrill voice sounded again, and this time I was not mistaken, 'he' didn't open his mouth, could it be ventriloquism?

"Who are you?" I am most anxious to know who 'he' is.

"Speaking of which, I'm kind of a distant relative of yours." 'He' gave me a surprise answer.