He couldn't reach out to cover his face, and took a few steps back before looking up.

The half-used buildings of more than 10 years are lined with restaurants and shops on the side of the street, a few bicycles and tricycles are parked on the sidewalks, and the air smells of burnt smoke and strange spices...... Everything that was too familiar to be familiar anymore made his eyes widen and stared at the chaos in front of him in a daze.

The original destination was spewing fire and smoke, stopping the people around them, screaming, shouting, cursing, panicking, but no one paid any attention to the figure that was not far away.

No one knows that the rolling torrent of time has quietly turned out a tiny, but beautiful wave in the moment that has just passed.

A road roller drove through the street with the noise of rumbling, and Wang Julin stared at it with dull eyes, until it disappeared into the corner in the distance, and then looked down and sighed. Turning away, he left the fire surrounded by chaos and walked in a familiar direction...... Slow footsteps and messy eyes.

The flow of people coming and going, the familiar streets, small, busy and mediocre...... There are no hazy skies, dilapidated buildings, wriggling corpses that are not rotting, cold and hard sci-fi passages, and no powerful and terrifying grotesques wandering around...... Everything is so smooth and so normal.

However, everything that should be normal anymore has an indescribable absurdity at the moment.

Or is it like the feeling of coming home after a circle in Baghdad, Damascus, the Gaza Strip? No, it's far from that—

Once upon a time, all of this was the only truth...... The rules discovered by Newton, Einstein, Stephen Hawking, and other famous people can explain all the ...... in this universe Once, his life was an insignificant point in all this, as nameless, small, and regular as the molecular atoms that made up his body.

But what about now?

In the blink of an eye, a pale green border and flashing silver letters covered everything in sight, silently but surely telling him that the experience that was deeper than memory was not an absurd dream. And the so-called reality in front of you is just a corner exposed under the curtain.

It should be as small as a few atoms thrown out......

Wandering through the streets, he climbed up the second floor, pulled out the key and stabbed the door open, and sat down at the kitchen table, where he filled himself a plate of edamame that he had wanted to save for the evening.

Of course, edamame is not a expensive food, in the small city where he lives, after June, restaurants and stalls will add this simple side dish, and you can buy a few catties for a few small dollars. However, Wang Julin rarely buys it, because this guy has always stubbornly believed that if you want to eat good edamame, you must steal it.

This is not only because the stolen edamame does not cost money, but also because the stolen edamame does not mind the weight and price, and you can pick the pods that have just puffed up the curves, so the tender green meaning is as beautiful as a virgin...... If it is waited for the farmers to pick, it is often too late, and the soft glutinous swells and is green, and the chewing is tasteless.

Of course, he also doesn't have the kind of hobby of being a 'thief', so what he is looking for is just that he paid more money to pick them from an acquaintance's field...... This is also one of the conveniences of living in the suburbs of a small town.

Edamame is picked, washed with water, boiled with salt, peppercorns, and star anise, boiled in water, cooled, and put into a small celadon plate, with tiny droplets of water hanging on the bent bean pods, and when the fragrance enters the nose, people can't help but think of wine.

The wine is rice wine, there is no name of champion red or daughter red, just a bargain of more than 20 yuan a jar, but compared to the beer that makes people bloated, Wang Julin prefers this kind of thing produced in a small brewery nearby - a little sour, a little sweet, a little bitter, no need to taste, and a very good aftertaste. Slow drinks are the best way to relax your nervous mind.

It's just that half of the jar of wine has been drunk, and that wonderful feeling still lingers in my heart.

The worldview is completely subverted, and the fear of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, the feeling that he seems to have been numb in the other world, is recovering little by little, seeping into the heart, bone marrow, and limbs, making all his muscles tremble slightly.

When you think about it carefully, you can see that every step of the adventure is so thrilling, and in many places, many times, if you are slightly negligent, the end will be doomed...... Even now, if this process is allowed to be repeated, Wang Julin does not guarantee that he will be able to go to the end intact.

However, how to say it?

Hydro can carry boats...... Rowing too, right?

The feeling of rowing is slowly stirring with the alcohol, turning into a fire burning in the bottom of my heart.

Very excited, very enthusiastic...... If you want to describe it, it's like something you thought you had lost, but after many years, you saw it again and knew you could get it back.

As a freelancer, Wang Julin's life has always been quiet – he has an ancestral home, no girlfriend and no partner, living in a city where he was born and raised, once left and returned to settle again. You can live until the end of the world without leaving your home for months, just by phone, online takeout, and convenience food...... Or people who have a power outage.

Thorough freelancing is as free as the wind.

He was also happy to be so free.

Of course, freelancing does not mean unemployed vagrants who cannot find a job. They often have a few trades, but they just don't want to be constrained by their work. In the case of Wang Julin, he can paint still life oil paintings, can cover a set of print advertisements with copywriting, and the 2D3D animation with simple minutes is slow but not impossible to pick up, as for cosplay photography and post-production work, he can even write ghost stories......

The premise is that the work can be so interesting that he wants to do it.

But in fact, he never felt that these were the things he really wanted to do.

What does he want to do?

When every man is a child, he likes to watch hot-blooded things to a greater or lesser extent, and Wang Julin is of course no exception...... When he was a teenager, his dream was to be a very strong, very powerful, immortal person. With a giant sword in hand, wearing golden armor, he led the charge, and the enemy fell in front of him like wheat, and then he turned back and saw the shadow of his own woman—preferably dozens of warblers, Yanyan, laughing and saying words of love, and came up to surround him, and make up for him or something.

Later, when he was a little older, he felt that if he could not die, there was no need to go to the battlefield at all, he should build a building in the center of the largest city, transform an entire wall into tempered glass, and stand in front of the window at night when the lights were bright, holding a martini in his hand, overlooking the crowd, and then the neatly dressed housekeeper knocked on the door, and she brought a dozen delicate maids and goth loli, ready to play some adult games with the only master.

Later, those green-shirted cultivators were his goal, and he couldn't cover his eyes that day, and he couldn't hide his heart anymore in that place......

It's a pity for these ...... It is destined to belong to the memory of the past, and it is a fantasy that is marked with the second nameplate and sealed in the bottom of my heart.

The current Wang Julin doesn't know how to use a sword, and he is not favored by magic, and he doesn't know what true qi is. The house is on the second floor of 80 square meters, the windows are plastic-framed, and the longest piece of clothing is nothing more than a raincoat. The young man in his heart had already thrown his sword and magic book, and the warbler and the warbler around him didn't know where. All that's left is a shriveled money bag around the waist...... And there are high-rise buildings that are countless times more fierce than monsters and enemies, criminal laws, and urban iron rules...... So the boy could only shrink his body and try to blend in. I was terrified to find that I couldn't hold a sword or live in a tall building in my life, and it was impossible to see a dozen delicate maids, the royal sister and Lori.

All childhood dreams and great ambitions are destined to gradually fade away with the fragmented youth. There were a few mortal friends left, worse than him, or a little better. And life is as busy as an assembly line, and I am more and more accepting of the fact that I am a mortal.

You can't be different from others, you have to blend into the hustle and bustle of the ocean outside, the torrent of love; Walking the same road, a road with no end in sight. If you refuse, then you are doomed to embark on a path of double loneliness, inner and outer.

And what is integration?

When others get married, they themselves are holding back their strength to get married; When others buy a car, they also work hard to buy a car; Others drink Starbucks, and they themselves frown and drink instant ...... Busy for food, clothing, housing and transportation, busy for the next generation, you can't feel the weight of your feet, you can't feel the meaning of yourself, this life is just like this...... In the end, a handful of loess died, a seventy-year-old tomb, the only thing that can be decided, or whether the tombstone is painted or not.

Epitaph, Wang Julin has already thought about how to write it: I'm here, I've seen it, I'll take a look.

Is this kind of life good?

In fact, there is nothing bad about it, most people in this world think that life is like this, life is like this...... Because reality is a powerful force to change life, the pride of the past can never be worth the years of children's love, sooner or later one day you will find that what you once insisted on is not worth mentioning, but what you once spurned makes you think about it day and night.

Wang Julin also thinks there is nothing wrong with it.

It's just that he also feels that there are too many such people.

He didn't want to be...... Don't want to be just a drop in the bucket of this huge tide.

Because in the depths of his heart, there is still a very powerful, very powerful young man, casting spells in one hand, holding a sword in the other, and a team of beautiful girls by his side...... That is who he is, who he really wants to be, and what is swimming now is nothing more than his disguise, his false shell, the dregs of consciousness in this world of steel and concrete.

Picking up a pod and stuffing it into his mouth, the green beans mixed with the subtle sweetness of rice wine made him smile.

Or is it destined to be different, right? Because you don't need to control these thoughts anymore, you don't have to tell yourself that it's just unrealizable nothingness.

In a treacherous and unspeakable world, you can go on unpredictable adventures, and you may encounter man-eating monsters or get pierced by lasers at any time...... Yes, this kind of encounter is really terrible, it makes people shudder, and maybe he will be swallowed up by the unknown at any time. But this unknown gave him another reason, a road, a ray of light, no longer as before, running around, constantly hitting walls, spinning around like a blind mouse, entertaining others. And even if you're lucky, you can get a lot, a lot......

Of course, if you're unlucky, it might be a failure. Compared to that 'predetermined fate', it is much better anyway.

Putting down the wine glass, I blinked, and the green wireframe was clear on the retina. Layer by layer, he reached out and grabbed it.

...... in the palm of your hand Nothing.

"Damn...... What a failure. ”

On the page in front of me, the image of the magic rope was still clear, but no matter how much I commanded it in my heart, this object that was originally handy still only existed in the illusion - not only the rope, but also the dimensional ring, the door panel, and even the union badge could only be seen, not taken out. Especially the ring, although it was still on his hand in the status bar, Wang Julin raised his hand, but there was nothing on his middle finger.

That's right, if this kind of thing can be taken out casually, wouldn't the pacemaker change the rhythm of fate in minutes...... Wouldn't they lose a lot of money by the guides?

But......

Wang Julin narrowed his eyes and looked at the piece of metal hanging from his wrist.

The mottled surface, emitting a metallic glow, with a slight purple tint, has a finger, no, about twelve or thirteen centimeters long, and a thin metal chain that ties it to the wrist, but if you look closely, you will find that the end of the metal is not connected into a ring, but as if it ...... Deep into the skin? Wang Julin reached out and fiddled twice, and there was a special touch on the metal, which was not cold, not even hard, and the end of the chain moved freely, and it didn't seem to be abnormal-

Except for the ends, it is indeed hidden in the skin of the wrist.

Well, another problem, this thing is clearly deformed.

It is longer and wider, and even the thin chain at the back can be pulled out for a small part, and part of the front end is shiny, a little sharp, like a knife blade, but it scrapes it on the table, but it does not cut off the slightest sawdust, only the soft gurgling sound proves that this thing is not unreal.

Wang Julin blinked, and then the green screen flashed on it, with a line of white words on it. Extreme simplicity.

Pound sticks? Hook jaw (fragment)

Attribute:

1

After tuning, the wielder gains a secondary Jin Stick Jin Vein.

Jin canopy sticks

2

+ Jin Stick, + Jin Stick, + Jin Stick.

3

Jin canopy sticks

Specific:

Jin canopy sticks

Note: I'm hungry, I'm thirsty...... I'm hungry, I'm thirsty. Give me......

Or, it's much better than just gibberish, at least partially intelligible.

"Rely on it, rely on the north side! What do you want me to give you? Wang Julin scolded, put the blade upright, and went sideways, but no matter how he fiddled, it was impossible for the description of the small blade to have one more word.