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"Boom Boom Boom ......"

Nangong Ming stood facing the window in his pajamas, and the knocking sound seemed to come from outside the window.

"......Boom, boom, boom," the voice sounded again.

Nangong Ming walked to the window and held the handle of the window sash with both hands.

[Hopefully, it won't be that thing again.] 】

Nangong Ming took a deep breath, slammed it hard, and opened the window sash, and in an instant, a strange blue light poured into the bedroom.

The eyeballs, the large eyeballs that filled the entire window, were like a green abyss, imprisoning ethereal ghosts, who were lying outside the window and looking into the house. The fluttering white soul, with a familiar face and empty eyes, was staring curiously at Nangong Ming's face.

When I was a child, I didn't know when I could see these strange things, and no one else could see them, but only myself.

[What a headache.] 】

Nangong Ming covered half of his face, and it was estimated that someone from the family had died.

The "bang, bang, bang......" percussion became more and more intense. Nangong Ming looked around, where did the voice come from.

"Don't hurry up yet!"

A shrill cry like a night owl scratching the door exploded from the air, and Nangong Ming immediately woke up and found himself lying on the bed, and the beautiful aunt was about to slam the door in anger outside the bedroom.

"Here we are." Nangong Ming quickly turned over.

"Give you ten minutes, otherwise don't think about eating, I really think I'm a big man!" Aunt Meiyan shouted and strode away and went downstairs, and Nangong Ming heard her footsteps gradually disappear away.

Nangong Ming's eyes looked towards the window, the window was open, and the outside world was still immersed in the thick night and haze, and he could vaguely see the red lights on the top floor of the Optimus Prime like building of Galaxy Technology, which was sandwiched between the high-rise buildings in the center of the city.

It's not yet five o'clock in the morning.

[It turned out to be a dream!] 】

Nangong Ming's head hit something hard, and a bright light immediately shone from the top of his head. It turned out that the laptop had been dormant all the time, and it was turned on after being hit by Nangong Ming.

The computer screen showed Nangong Ming's unfinished novel manuscript, and it was estimated that he fell asleep after tapping on the keyboard, and the computer was left at the head of the bed. New information appears in the bottom right corner of the screen.

[Editor's reply!] 】

Nangong Ming has been waiting for a long time, about the application for signing a contract, is it really a reply to sign a contract. Nangong Ming couldn't control his excited hand, so he moved the mouse to the information for a long time and mustered up the courage to click.

"The situation in the Middle East is heating up again, oil: energy is always in focus", is news again!"

Nangong Ming closed the pop-up window in disappointment and lay on his back on the bed, his heart empty. Nothing in the room is your own, and you have to be careful with every movement.

"If you like to write, you have to learn how to use a computer, and now it's the electronic age. This thing is a little old, but if you work in the office, it's no problem, so I'll give it to you. ”

The eldest cousin said this to Nangong Ming when he came back from college vacation a month after he moved in, and it was also from that day that the eldest cousin gave up his room and helped Nangong Ming move the room from the warehouse, and it was also from that day that the uncle, who always locked himself in the study, knew that Nangong Ming was living in his own house.

"It's good to have dreams, you can't follow the path of my uncompetitive brother." The eldest cousin said mildly. Aunt Meiyan was very unhappy that her eldest cousin had made the decision to let the room out, but she was ashamed and angry when she heard her son deliberately say such things in front of her, and she didn't say a word to him until the eldest cousin returned to school.

The matter of the second cousin is a taboo in my aunt's family.

Nangong Ming hurriedly got up from the bed, saved the document, closed the computer, put on his clothes and pants, and opened the door and ran out before he had time to fold the quilt. Nangong Ming's room is on the third floor of his aunt's house, which is the room of the eldest cousin before.

There are a total of three bedrooms and a living room on the third floor, and there is also a balcony, and directly opposite the eldest cousin's room is the second cousin's bedroom, with a hall in the middle. Now that room is also used to stack goods.

The matter of the second cousin is actually a secret that has long been not a secret, even the most stupid neighbors can guess something by watching the police come and go one after another. The second cousin had been sentenced to prison for his eighteenth birthday a week earlier. Nangong Ming stayed at his aunt's house for a while, and he didn't see him.

"What's the matter, why isn't it okay?" Aunt Glamor's voice rushed down the stairs from the first floor to the third floor, and it still sounded so thrilling.

"Right away, wait a minute." Nangong Ming walked up the stairs while pulling out the foreign object that was tormenting his toes from his shoes. The corridor was dark, and he fumbled for a long time before finding the rope to turn on the light.

The wiring in my aunt's house hadn't been changed since the last century, and the corners of the ceiling could be seen crisscrossing new and old wires, and in some places the nails were the same age as the house. Nangong Ming had to look at the circuit every time he passed by, which was much more convenient than going to the museum, and it could make him feel like home.

"What a noise in the middle of the night!" The uncle walked out of the study on the second floor in a daze, and it seemed that he had stayed up late to draw engineering drawings again.

"It's almost five o'clock in the morning." Nangong Ming kindly reminded.

"Oh, really?" My uncle woke up from a dream and shouted, "Oh no! He went headlong into the study again.

My uncle is a veteran technographer who can never remember putting his socks in that drawer, but he can accurately recite the screw design standards of any model. Three hundred and sixty days of the year were spent immersed in work, and the remaining days were spent eating, sleeping, and solving all his physical problems. In his world, there is no concept of "day", time is calculated according to hours, and naturally day and night are not important to him, and the light in the study is always on. Give him paper, pen and a computer with an internet connection, and the whole company will revolve around him. Can you tell that he is the technical director and consultant of a state-owned enterprise? Thankfully, they didn't have to make him an image spokesperson. It's no wonder that Nangong has been here for a month and he didn't even know about it.

Aunt Mei was already waiting impatiently by the van outside the yard, and under the orange street lights, she wore a bright red wavy hair that looked like a flamingo escaped from the zoo.

"Do you know how long? To be grateful! She poked her watch hard, revealing the gold teeth next to her front teeth, glittering in the darkness.

"What a bad luck!" Aunt Meiyan glanced at the house diagonally opposite, and only then did Nangong Ming notice that there was a faint cry wafting in the air.

Nangong Ming was stunned in place, and the dream just now reappeared in his mind.

【Dream ...... Sure enough, it's true. 】