The chatter dropped an inexplicable sentence.

"Could you please wait a moment, what does this phrase 'remember not to go out today'?" Yan Qingcheng hurriedly typed this sentence, but after he pressed the send option, the chat window disappeared, and a prompt for wrong operation appeared on the teaching panel, and he hurriedly clicked on the chat history to find it, but he didn't find the conversation just now after a long time.

The chat log just vanished out of thin air, like snowflakes being thrown into boiling water, and disappeared without leaving a trace.

There have not been as many strange things that have happened in the past year as in the last 24 hours, Yan Qingcheng sighed helplessly. However, he was still a little happy, after all, his paper was highly evaluated by people who claimed to be very qualified, which made him regain the confidence he had lost not long ago.

It seems that his research is still very meaningful, and it would be good if he could be favored by a scientific research institution because of this, so that he could do a lifetime of research in a dull way; Most of today's young people yearn for a prosperous and materialistic core star area, and few people look forward to ordinary days like him.

Yan Qingcheng has always been grateful to the government and all the caring people in the world, it is the welfare institutions set up by the government that kept him from dying at a young age, and it is the care of many strangers that allows him to maintain his nature from being excessively eroded by his naïve peers. He realized the contradictions and injustices in the world too early, so he firmly believed that an ordinary life was the most worth pursuing.

"If meekness is a lie woven by people, then I would rather fall into this gentle lie forever." Yan Qingcheng collapsed on the bed. After relaxing, a surging tiredness swept over him. It's late at night, and it's time for this busy day to end.

"Maybe tomorrow morning when I open my eyes, I'll be a celebrity in the academy; But I don't like to get ahead, my biggest wish is just to be able to do a lifetime of scientific research in a low-key manner, after all, to be able to do a simple thing in this world, and finally live to the end of life, but very happy. Yan Qingcheng turned off the light in the bedroom in a daze, and the last thought came to his mind, "If I can have the company of that girl today, then my life will be completely perfect......"

He quickly fell asleep, but what he didn't know was that the moment he closed his eyes, the number of clicks on his paper went from zero to one. Half an hour passed, and all the information about Yan Qingcheng posted on the Internet began to be rewritten, including identity certificates, academic qualifications, galaxy passes, and all messages, pictures and videos, etc.; Records of him in tens of thousands of databases across the galaxy were erased and replaced with a death certificate stating that the cause of death was a traffic accident on January 2, 1020 while going out at 3 a.m., and the person involved died on the spot due to excessive blood loss; Access to his remaining data was made top secret and quickly relegated to the lowest level of the coalition government's database; From this moment on, the evidence of Yan Qingcheng's survival was completely erased, and he was defined as a "dead" person in this world.

The huge black hand slowly approached Yan Qingcheng, but he didn't know that he was being entangled by that inexplicable dream at this time.

"Wake up......" The emaciated figure shouted eagerly with his back to the bright light.

Is this dream again? Yan Qingcheng is quite helpless, it appears without warning, no matter how tired it is, or how restful it sleeps, it will always appear suddenly, and Yan Qingcheng has never found a way to take the initiative to wake up from this dream.

"Wake up, wake up,...... Here it comes. ”

What's coming, can you not give such a vague hint?

No, that's not the problem, it's not the point, the person in the dream made a sound! Half a year ago, the figure who began to entangle the clear words in the dream finally appeared a little different. He suddenly realized the most important thing and began to listen intently.

"He's coming, they're coming!"

After a while, the voice suddenly became extremely sharp, directly shaking Yan Qingcheng out of his sleep.

"Ha, ha......" he gasped and sat up from the bed, his hands pressed to his forehead, his body trembling, "what happened just now, was I expelled from my dream by that 'person'?" ”

Yan Qingcheng couldn't figure it out, why he interrupted his sleep at such a moment, how could the previously peaceful dream suddenly become so terrifying, and what did the phrase "they are coming" mean? There were too many unclear questions, and the disadvantages of staying up late also appeared, and he felt like he had a splitting headache.

Yan Qingcheng turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall, and the faint light showed that the current time was three o'clock in the morning.

"Whew, haven't you slept for less than two hours?" He lay back on the bed weakly, muttering to himself, "It's good that there is no class tomorrow, otherwise I won't be able to get up at all......"

Just as Yan Qingcheng was in a daze and was about to fall asleep again, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his mind, forcibly forcing back all sleepiness.

People call this kind of intuition beyond the normal senses collectively called the "sixth sense", and there are still many scientists who devote themselves to the study of it, spending half their lives, but they have never been able to summarize a complete theoretical system; It's like a spirit in an ancient myth, you can't seek it on your own, but it will come to your aid at unexpected times.

Yan Qingcheng's sixth sense told him that there were other people in the apartment!

He quickly stood up, his heart began to revive from his sleep, and the surging blood sent strength throughout his body, washing away the fatigue of the day's work.

He quietly pushed open the bedroom door and peered out.

There was a stranger in a black trench coat standing outside the door, only one meter away from Yan Qingcheng!

The man in black wore a mask of dark gold, painted with vermilion paint, a tired and sad face, which seemed to have not dried up closely, and shimmered ominously under the dim emergency lights in the room.

The atmosphere was so eerie and terrifying, but Yan Qingcheng did not show fear in his mood. He felt that the other party would not hurt him, and he didn't know how this contrary idea came about, he instinctively thought so.

"You are?" Yan Qingcheng was about to speak, but the man in black quickly raised his left hand, holding a silver-white shaped gun in his hand, aiming at Yan Qingcheng's eyebrows.

The shaped gun is the standard equipment of the human coalition government army, which is an energy weapon that fires laser projectiles for long-range strikes, and was successfully developed before the catastrophe and was quickly popularized in the army. It has the advantages of zero recoil, ultra-long range and precise aiming, and can be equipped with an additional portable energy system to further increase the bomb load. Energy weapons have completely replaced kinetic weapons as the main force for maintaining interstellar security hundreds of years ago, and their core technology is firmly controlled by the coalition government; Although the coalition government did not ban the sale of shaped guns, the products that could be put on the market were usually decades old.

A crisp gunshot rang out, and Yan Qingcheng fell straight back to the ground, his face still with the doubts he had before; After a few seconds, blood slowly oozed from the charred wound at the center of his eyebrows, staining his forehead red.

The man in black didn't stop to admire Yan Qingcheng's death, he put the shaped gun back into his waist and turned to leave the room.