As soon as the words came out, even I was shocked.

Angel wanted to speak and stopped, staring at me.

"Kang Rong, if you ...... because of yesterday," An Qi pondered and spoke.

Before he could finish speaking, I interrupted him: "It's not because of yesterday...... It's not because I'm grateful to you, either. ”

Angel laughed. But his face immediately turned cloudy and gloomy.

His outstretched hand, which was about to put it on my shoulder, stopped stiffly in mid-air. He frowned.

"I know what you're thinking," Anqi said, "Kang Rong, you don't have to say such things. I asked you to accompany me to the observatory and promised you to find a way to expose that person because I wanted to. I'm not trying to stress you, and I don't want you to feel guilty......"

If it weren't for the fact that this location wasn't remote enough, I would have blocked Angel's beautiful thin lips.

It's a pity I still don't dare.

To be honest, I believe what Angel says.

His words also made me feel more guilty and grateful. But it also makes me like him more.

I know very well why I would say such a sensual thing. Although Angel could often see through me, this time, he was wrong.

Probably sensing my loss, Angel was silent again.

We walked out of the campus in silence. I looked back at him from time to time along the way; His face was indescribably strange, like an alarm clock about to disintegrate.

The entrance to the campus was bustling with people, mostly groups of peers.

On the other side of the wide road, I saw Angel's father at a glance - his car window was ajar, and his own temperament and the luxury of the car were very conspicuous, and he was out of step with the hustle and bustle of the surrounding area.

Angel's father smiled at us, and Angel's expression relaxed.

When she got to the car, which every boy would envy, Angel opened the back door and let me take a seat. I thought he would be sitting in the passenger seat. But when I sat down, he sat down next to me.

"Hello Uncle Ann." I was wearing my seatbelt and greeting Angie's father.

"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself last time." He corrected me kindly, "My surname is not An, my surname is Zhao." ”

"Don't look at me, I don't have a last name." An Qi interjected in a relaxed tone, "By the way, don't call my dad Uncle Zhao Professor Zhao or anything." Call him Zhao Tianshi, or Zhao Shenba. ”

"Uh...... What's going on? Angel is not surnamed Ann? How can anyone not have a last name? Also What is the Celestial Master Divine Stick?

"The stargazing platform is a bit far away," Angel ignored my puzzled look, "you can get some sleep." ”

It was only a moment ago that I realized that Anqi's family was so strange - how could I sleep at this time?

Angel toned down the air conditioning she was blowing at me, and took out an inflatable cushion and a light blanket from the package in the passenger seat.

He looked at me: "Okay Kang Rong, I know you're tired. Sleep, don't catch any more colds. ”

His eyes are clear and reassuring.

Opening her eyes again, Angel leaned on my shoulder. He noticed that I was awake and sat up very lightly.

Night had fallen, and the car had reached the top of a vast barren mountain.

I remember it was the first time I had fallen asleep in a car.

The outside temperature was unbelievably low, and the air was very thin.

The sight was stunning. The night sky is clear and clear. I've never felt so close to the starry sky—as if I could pluck a star with my hand.

Not far away, there are four square buildings with a strong metal texture and a sense of technology.

As I got closer, I realized that this intricately constructed behemoth, which occupies an area comparable to a football field, is actually the "home" of the "tentacles" telescope.

Father Angel led us to one of the buildings.

A few doors later, we came to an amazing telescope.

Angel's father slipped into a dark hut, while Angel fiddled with the auxiliary mirror, adjusted the interferometer, and calibrated the laser.

After the preparation was completed, Angel taught me the techniques of observation by hand. His hands were as cold as the night air.

As the focal length was adjusted, the sporadic stars, diffuse nebulae, and even the electric pulsar clouds magnified and approached in front of my eyes, which was suffocating.

"How?" Angel asked me.

I don't know how to describe it, just looked at him.

"Kang Rong, you are cursed too......" Anqi's cold hand rested on my forehead, "Kang Rong, tell me - what did you see?" ”

I can't tell what I saw. I saw only one shadow. But what that is, and what it means, remains a mystery to me.

"Look at me, Kang Rong," Angel shook my shoulder, "and we'll see something even more spectacular next week—much more amazing than what you just saw." Kang Rong, you have to remember that everything in the universe is not what you see. ”

"What's that?" I asked him.

"Curse. A perfect curse. ”

I couldn't tell if it was Angel or the shadow I saw.