Who am I, why am I here, and where am I going?

When he woke up from a cold wooden bed, his mind was in chaos, and in a moment of confusion, the legendary philosophical trifecta popped up in his head.

What's my name?

William.

No, there should also be a name.

There was a sudden sharp pain in his head, which did not act on the physical body, but from the inside out, and the ripples generally radiated from the spirit to the nerves.

He opened his blood-red eyes, as if sickly bright red pupils, in a confined space the size of five or six football fields, three huge oval spheres were placed in the shape of a huge glass vessel, and countless pipes connected the vessel to the ceiling above the space, and the colorless transparent liquid in the vessel surrounded the sphere, on which a thin layer of crushed ice floated.

What is this? And why three, when it should be two......

Wait, how do I know it's two?

Memory?

The young man held his head, and his mind gradually became clear.

I should be called Shirakawa, a once diligent orphan, a liberal arts research monk who cultivated on scholarships and student loans, and spent his days in a museum after graduation, an old man who gradually decayed in bureaucratic life.

Or, now I'm William, a white country social garbage who dropped out of elementary school, a petty gangster, a mild albinist, who lives by robbery and theft.

According to the routine of the starting point flow, this should be crossed.

But it seems that the world really doesn't drip much for me.

The young man realized this, looked at the thin young man in the mirror, and couldn't help but vomit.

Just these two or two muscles, robbing in the middle of the night, at most bullying the little beggar and the weak female stream.

Also, what else is missing......

He looked in the mirror and suddenly had a terrible feeling, he had a vague feeling that this crossing did not seem to be so simple, and that it had leaked a lot of information.

What could it be?

He rubbed his swollen temples, trying to recall the illusion in his mind, but he felt as if it had been erased from his mind, and he couldn't remember anything.

Grunt~

He rubbed his stomach, and his face suddenly became painful.

In addition to the pain, there are also some memories.

It's hunger.

His expression froze instantly, and he recalled what he had seen in college.

With scholarships and part-time study, you can get a certain amount of money, but the student loans are removed...... There are probably only two meals of steamed bread and pickles left a day.

But this big brother William doesn't seem to be able to deal with even steamed buns and pickles.

He opened the refrigerator and found a half-gnawed hot dog according to his new memory, but sat down, took out a dusty notebook and a pen, and wrote a few drawings with a frown in his mouth, but half of the handwriting did not come out of the water.

He didn't care, just followed the thoughts.

Crossing form: soul piercing, fusion.

Crossing the status quo of the object: street children, the dregs of society.

Education: Elementary school.

Valuables: a pair of old kidneys picked up from the garbage heap, an old computer made up of a patchwork, a one-bedroom house inherited, and two months of electricity and water bills owed.

Physical condition: thin, sub-healthy.

......

William turned his pen, looked out the window at the busy street, frowned and began to think about the way forward.

The life of poverty is unbearable for him, just as he can nibble on a head full of pickles when he is poor, but after working for a year, he is not a person who takes the initiative to work hard, after reaching a platform, Bai He realizes that his quality is not top enough, and the upper limit of the path he chooses is limited. With the ceiling of his background, he may not be able to reach the upper echelons of society by his own strength, maybe he will work for a few years or more than ten years, and become a deputy curator before he retires, or study for a doctorate and work hard to become a curator, but that's it.

As a helpless and lonely army, this is probably a counterattack, but if you want to really complete the reversal, Bai He believes that the most cost-effective model is to marry a wife with a high IQ and train the next generation well.

If the grassroots want to truly rise, many times it takes several generations or even dozens of generations of continuous efforts, and people with normal thinking and limited ability will realize this in the process of mixing society. It's just that this realization made the former Baihe extremely painful. You only have one life. With an extreme self-outlook on life, the museum member Bai He chose the life of a paper man.

The current situation in front of him is a bit grim, William is 17 years old, and at this time, it is too late to turn back and take the path of a normal person.

But there are still some opportunities.

With no felony record, no history of drug and alcohol abuse, William secretly thanked God in his heart that if he had been involved in these things, he would have only been in a vibrant social group. In a relatively orderly society, the odds of success for people without capital are hopelessly low, and the price of failure is surprisingly high.

The decent royal road path, probably left to join the army?

The treatment of joining the army in the white country is acceptable, and after the successful recruitment, the first period of discharge, can provide a scholarship to go to college, and strive to continue to improve, it is not an optional way to turn over, and get into the petty bourgeoisie to continue to make a living, isn't it beautiful?

There are two levels to consider in the conscription system, one is physique, and the other is the ASVAB exam.

Without a high school degree, you can only pass the exam.

I don't know where the confidence comes from, William believes that this exam will not be difficult for him, and the only thing that needs to be considered is physical fitness.

He had no problems with his eyesight, but he didn't want to die suddenly during recruit training because of his physical problems.

He sat in the early morning light, just as when he was faced with the choice of going to high school or entering society when he graduated from junior high school, thinking very seriously and deeply about his future path.

It takes a job, and this job doesn't need to have too many requirements, as long as it provides enough nutrients to improve the physique.

William put down his pen, he exhaled, covered his shoulders with some trembling, and hurriedly changed into a down jacket and thick pants, the East Roki Mountains and the West Arabassia Mountains created a unique funnel-like terrain on the Blue Star, imagine the sour scene of the cold air from the north moving south through the funnel, and you can deeply understand why this continent did not give birth to any decent civilization before the arrival of the colonists.

Wait a minute, I seem to be missing something......

The rise of the royal road in a decent way?

Roll the rough gram!

Don't open the cheat to play your sister's time crossing rebirth?

If you don't open the golden finger, what are you going to do to fight with the cake rich and handsome? Needless to say, the cake is rich and handsome, the social elite of ordinary weight, can you fight?

But what is my gold finger?

William covered his eyes, this point in time was indeed a few years earlier than the time he had crossed, but he didn't care about football and basketball, and he couldn't remember the starting point, and the few ways that could make him rich were all in the far east, waiting for him, a poor second-rate man who couldn't even afford a plane ticket, to fly over, and it was estimated that the daylily was also cold.

And an even more terrible situation arose, and William gradually pondered, and more questions poured out......

Wait a minute, why do I know so many things? There are many things that the original White River shouldn't know, and William shouldn't know.

What was the illusion just now? Why did you forget it after seeing it? Wait, did this illusion really exist? It existed, yes, it did, completely, truly, what is its content? I don't know, so why am I so sure?

Who am I? Am I White River? or William?

A large amount of sweat soaked the young man's thin back, and his thinking went deeper, and gradually it seemed as if he saw a bottomless black hole, and opened his black mouth to him.

Time seemed to suddenly stand still.

His pupils turned bright and translucent blood red from the outside to the inside, and in the room where the doors and windows were closed, it seemed that a gust of wind had rolled up, and a clear sound pierced his eardrums, vibrating his mind, and every nerve was like a string, and the emotions that were almost broken shook every bloodshot in his eyes.

"You've failed! You've been betrayed! You're going to get revenge!"

"Thou art king, thou wilt take back thy might, and thou shalt sit on thy throne again until all the traitors are faithfully submitted. ”

"You're White River...... You are ......"

Syllable!

The shrill voice became babbling in the weakening, until nothing could be heard clearly and only a piercing trill, William staggered out of the small building, ignoring the many surprised stares behind him—this little rascal actually went out at noon?

"Something is wrong, something is really wrong. "William muttered to himself, who is White River?

Is it the king who is still the one who is still mia?, so the dead squatting in the pile of papers, isn't it?

Secondary two, really secondary two.

William stood in the middle of the street, looking at the cloudy sky, and suddenly had the illusion that a roar could dispel all the clouds, as if he only needed to roar and return to the blue sky.

Well, yes, that's right, it's the middle two of this feeling.

But something must have happened to me, no, the former Shirakawa.

He frowned and pressed his stomach, but I didn't have the capital to investigate.

Yes, I don't have the capital to explore this.

William took a deep breath and remembered what Bai He, who had been embarrassed, wearing the clothes inherited from his eldest brother in the welfare home, and looking at the clothes of his elementary school classmates and the box lunch with envy and shallowness.

That's right, I don't have the capital to think about that.

The bright red eyes gradually cooled down, wait, wait for the time when I have capital.

The sky obscured by dark clouds is a rare and suitable time for albinos to travel, William calmed down, and suddenly felt a strange movement in his pocket, he subconsciously swung a punch to his side, and a girl squatted down in pain, holding the huge cross tape buff on top of her head with both hands, and looked at William with big eyes with tears:

"William, why did you hit me all of a sudden?"

"Because you have violated my property rights, I have the right to take measures against it. William rubbed his wrist and pulled his kidney out of the girl's pocket, along with a few bills: "It's mine, Mary." ”

"Scoundrels, robbers, poor scoundrels with all over their bodies on this little thing of value. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, who had tattoos on half of her face, stood up and cursed viciously: "Hey, why don't you go out at noon, why don't you wait for me at home?"

"What are you doing when you come here? Waiting for you to steal my down jacket and pants, or help Isaac with my protection money? I know you want to say you're not who I think you are, Mary, but you always like to tease me. William sighed: "At this time, you should study hard in middle school." ”

"The lethargic class in the public garbage middle school is boring to death. The little girl stretched, and her eyes suddenly became smart: "Why don't you go and slaughter the fat sheep, the fat sheep from the big tourist country, stupid, wandering around in the middle of the night!

"It's no different, by the way......" William put his hands in his pockets, took a few steps forward, and suddenly turned back: "I will take care of your borrowing of the money, and I will attach interest when I pay you back, and also, tell Isaac that I won't do it, bye-bye." ”

"Hey, don't go, how the hell is the interest! You tell me clearly! Hey, damn William!"