Someone, it's easy to do.

Just ask where this is and you'll know what's going on.

I was about to go over and ask, but I saw that the fire burning on the ground was even more violent.

It turned out to be a pile of toilet paper, food bags, and a pile of cigarette butts mixed together and burned.

The fire wasn't big, just a small piece.

But let it continue to burn, and soon it will burn to the bed where the person is covering the tattered quilt, to the old wooden bed, until the fire is so hot that it burns the person lying on the bed.

Although I don't know why I'm here, since I'm here, I see that someone is in danger, so there's no reason not to save it!

Thinking of this, I waved my hand......

As soon as this was struck, my heart jumped!

The heart is beating violently.

Because I just waved ......

With a wave of your hand......

Me, I......

I even have a hand!

Look down at your body and look down.

I can see my body except my head!

This means that I already have a body!

Mirror, where is the mirror?

I didn't care about the burning fire, so I hurriedly went to find a mirror.

I want to see what I am like now.

I was afraid to see myself, not like myself.

I was afraid that even though I had a body, it wasn't mine.

After all, I was in this strange room, and everything was unfamiliar!

Soon, I was behind a pile of instant noodles and cookies, and I felt for a palm-sized, dusty, dirty little piece of mirror.

But such a small piece is enough to despise my own.

The me in the mirror is still the same me.

It's still that handsome face.

Ahem...... Narcissism.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

This time, he waved his hand at the fire again.

A strong wind struck, and the small flame that had just been ignited was immediately extinguished by the wind.

I am happy in my heart again, and the mana is still there.

This is a good sign.

Although I don't know where I am now, I haven't died after all, my body hasn't changed, and my mana is still there.

But is this not the space I'm familiar with?

If so, wouldn't I be able to meet Yuting again in this space?

So after thinking about it, this space should not be the one I am familiar with!

Because there, there's already a self of my own.

It wouldn't be superfluous if I reappeared in that space!

Looking at this room again, now that I look at it, the whole room gives the impression that it is dirty except for tattered.

The person lying on the bed was sleeping soundly with his head covered, making a slight shout, and the quilt he was covering had not been washed for a long time, and I couldn't help but shake my head when I looked at it.

There was a large pile of empty socks scattered at the end of the bed, and a large pile of wine bottles on the floor.

These are all bottles of liquor, looking at the labels on them, I actually know that it is an inferior liquor, only more than three yuan a bottle.

On the other side, there are a bunch of beer crates, filled with empty wine bottles, and on this side there is a strong smell of alcohol.

On the windows, thick curtains are hung to block everything outside, so it is impossible to see whether it is dawn or dark.

On the ceiling of the room, a small yellow lamp hangs.

The small lamp emitted a faint light, which made the whole room extremely oppressive.

In short, this is an uncomfortable place, such a dirty environment, such a poor place, who lives there?

Since I'm here, it must not be a coincidence.

So this place, for me, must be different.

The only thing in the room that could be called a little better was the computer on the computer desk.

It's just that even the computer is that old, big-headed monitor.

I walked over to the computer and looked forward through the direction of the computer.

Ahead is the fire I just extinguished.

In other words, when I came out, the first thing I saw was fire......

Did I come out of the direction of this computer?

I fumbled in the air in this direction, but I didn't touch anything.

It's not in the air, could it be that I got it out of the computer?

I wondered, my eyes drifting to the words that were being displayed on the computer screen.

It seems like a story.

Although I didn't finish the page I was reading, I actually saw a familiar name in it.

My name!

Shao Feng!

Then, I couldn't help but take the mouse and roll up to look at the page in front of me.

And in this page, Yuting's name was found at once.

Lin Yuting!

What the hell is going on?!

I panicked, and the hand holding the wheel of the mouse was shaking.

Trembling, I flipped up page after page and saw one familiar name after another.

There are deceptions, there are Emperor Yudu, there are Yu Shengnan, and there is Sister Meng......

This ......

What the hell is this......

Looking at what those words expressed, it turned out to be the things that happened to me.

The mouse went back to the last page of the text, where it was not finished.

It is written there, Shao Feng is dead!

Yuting died.

It seems that the story is over.

But there's a lot of space underneath, and a lot of ellipses.

I don't know if the man lying down hasn't finished writing yet, or what it means.

Could it be that everything that happened to me could be seen by him and recorded by him one by one?

What a terrible thing it would be to have a pair of eyes that are looking at me all the time!

But when I think about it, in the blood-red space, what I saw in my past, everything my doppelganger went through, wasn't there also a pair of eyes watching.

Could it be that in this heavenly realm, every person's life has a pair of eyes staring at him?

No, it shouldn't be like this!

I seem to have missed something......

Turning back again, he looked at the man lying on the bed.

It seems that only by waking him up now and asking him can we know the real answer.

After all, it's certainly not a coincidence that I'm here.

I walked over to the bed and reached for the man's covers.

The man did not wake up and continued to sleep soundly.

But I've seen his face.

Luckily, it's not the same as me.

I'm going to be more handsome than him.

But if you look closely, it seems that I am similar to him again.

In a sense, I should say that he looks very much like him.

It's like, but it's different.

It's a very strange way to put it.

But that's just the way it is.

The man was about my age, and he was still sleeping.

I reached out and poked him.

He still hadn't woken up.

What's wrong with this man?

If you don't look at it and you're still sleeping, you'll think you're dead.

I stabbed again.

Still no movement.

I shouted, "It's on fire!" ”

Suddenly, the young man on the bed finally shook and opened his eyes.

"On fire? Where? ”

As if subconsciously asked, he had already gotten out of bed.

I looked at him, and he was staring at me in a daze.

I asked aloud, "Who are you?" ”

"Huh?! Are you asking for my real name, or is it a pen name? ”

I was stunned.

(To be continued)