In the dimly lit room, Liu Xingchen was typing code on the computer, this was the last task assigned to him by the game company, and after doing this, he could go home for the Spring Festival with peace of mind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He glanced at a sleeper train ticket sitting next to his computer, and suddenly felt a little motivated, so he lifted his spirits, and the sound of keyboard typing was incessant.

As a senior coder who has worked for four years, it is common to stay up late and work overtime, but the last week of overtime made Liu Xingchen feel tired.

As he typed the last code on the keyboard, he felt his whole body relax, and a deep sense of exhaustion swept over him.

Tomorrow, tomorrow will be a holiday, he only has this thought in his heart at the moment, he feels a little happy in his heart, there is a long vacation waiting for him after tired overtime, that feeling is infinitely beautiful.

He looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, and it was already half past four in the morning.

"Sleep, tomorrow, you can go home. Liu Xingchen said to himself.

He got up and looked out the window, the neon flashes outside the window, in the cosmopolitan city of Magic City, this is the time when the nightlife is boiling, and there are always some sleepless people in this city that never sleeps squandering their energy and youth in the glamour and glamour.

He turned off the computer and lay on the bed, thinking about his pride in buying a house in the magic capital when he graduated, and his mood was gloomy for a while.

In the past four years, housing prices have risen like rockets, although salaries are growing, but they can't keep up with the pace of housing prices.

"This fucking house price. He muttered and cursed.

The tiredness is deeper, and before I know it, I am already asleep.

......

He had a dream.

With its low tiled houses, towering castles, arched gates, and gray bricks, this is a medieval castle-like city.

He was like a phantom, floating over the city, and in his dreams, he seemed to be unaffected by space, and he felt that he could fly.

It felt good to be able to fly, he knew it was a dream, and the feeling of floating like a cloud was wonderful.

He looked up at the sky, it was dusk at the moment, and the eastern sky was indeed a haze, and the golden afterglow of the sunset and the purple-red haze were mixed together, indescribably oppressive ghosts.

He leaped over the massive arched gates, over the towering domed castles, over the dwellings, and then slowly descended.

Liu Xingchen walked on the street, always feeling that something was wrong, why the huge city was lifeless, and there seemed to be no one in it.

It was another boring dream, he was thinking like this, when the closed window of a nearby house was opened, and he saw an old man poke his head out, glanced at the haze in the eastern sky, and sighed silently.

Liu Xingchen hurriedly trotted over, and he waved his hand to the old man: "Hey, am I here?"

The old man turned a blind eye, Liu Xingchen was surprised in his heart, he finally saw a person in a dream, but there was no response, he reached out to touch the old man, but he pounced, just a phantom.

"It turned out to be just a dream, and I was just a spectator. Liu Xingchen muttered to himself.

The old man described him as old, wrinkles crawling everywhere on his face, and he muttered to himself: "The judgment of God is coming, and the world is destroyed." ”

"God punishes, what the hell, I think about it day and dream at night, I really play a lot of games. Liu Xingchen stroked his forehead with his right hand.

"Grandpa, what is divine punishment, why destruction?" A little girl appeared behind the window, about seven or eight years old, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, pulling the corner of the old man's clothes, and asked curiously.

The old man bowed his head and said, "The gods feel that we have done something wrong, and they will come down to the world and come down to the gods to punish them." ”

"Did we do something wrong? grandpa?" the little girl asked again.

"We have done so much wrong, jealousy, resentment, anger, laziness, arrogance, lust, gluttony, gnawing at the hearts of each and every one of us. The old man explained softly.

"Eh, old man, you are talking about the seven deadly sins, I know this. Liu Xingchen said loudly.

No one responded.

"Did I do it wrong?" the little girl asked again.

"You ......" The old man looked at the little girl, and the little girl also looked at him, those eyes were simple, clear as water, and there was no trace of impurities in the flowing waves.

The old man looked at the little girl beside him lovingly, he reached out and stroked the little girl's head, his face fluctuated, like pain, and like anger.

"Is this something happening to you? It's a dream, but I want to know why. Liu Xingchen continued, but there was still no response.

"Maybe the world is wrong, maybe I'm wrong, the world is muddy, and I am muddy. But what is wrong with such a child, and why should she also suffer such a punishment. The old man's fist clenched the joints of his bones and turned white, and he roared angrily to the sky: "Why?

The loud voice and angry emotions startled Liu Xingchen, and he came back to his senses in an instant, and Nima was startled in his dream.

He was about to say something when the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, returning to a void of blackness.

This black is also a dream, can you have some colorful dreams, he is afraid of the dark.

A faint voice sounded, very thin and faint, and he listened intently.

"Drop... Drip... Drop..."

Liu Xingchen pondered for a long time, and suddenly recalled that this seemed to be the sound of an alarm clock, and he set the alarm clock at twelve o'clock, and then went to catch the train home at two o'clock in the afternoon.

I'm going to wake up, stop having this boring dream, wake up and catch the train and go home!

Liu Xingchen thought like this, and the surrounding scene seemed to have some changes.

Little by little, the black of the void began to become brighter, hazy, and there were some distant and complicated sounds around me, all of which were fragmentary, but they could not be heard clearly.

Little by little, the light blends and intersects, forming white outlines.

Before he could marvel, a voice was heard.

"Drop... Drip... Drop..."

"A human host has been detected. ”

"DNA anastomosis, the establishment of space-time nodes, the binding of individual units. ”

Host, binding, system flow?

Liu Xingchen patted his head, well, he admits that he has read a lot of systematic stream novels on Dianniang recently, no wonder he dreams about this.

He suddenly felt a faint electric shock spread throughout his body, and the numb sensation made his body tremble slightly unconsciously.

Liu Xingchen looked around, and all the white outlines around him slowly became clear, and then as if there was an invisible pen painting, the outlines were revealed little by little, and the colors became colorful little by little.

Some floating objects like the white markings in old movies flickered and disappeared, and then the white markings began to slowly fade like a tide, and rows of low tiled houses slowly revealed in those white markings.

The white markings faded in all directions, and the whole world began to unfold, gradually becoming clearer.

It is a city street like the Middle Ages, with gray stone slabs all over the floor, and passers-by dressed in drab linen clothes, bustling one after another, except for those who remain in one posture, motionless, like a freeze-frame movie.

The landlady of a shop on the side of the road was pouring sewage on the side of the street with a basin, and the droplets of water kept this solidified posture in the air, showing her teeth and claws.

Liu Xingchen stood here, everything around him was like a frozen painting, but the painting was not so three-dimensional, to be precise, it was like a three-dimensional VR holographic projection.

"This dream is getting more and more interesting. Liu Xingchen said with a smile.

"None of this can be moved, it's just a fixed projection? If only it could move. Liu Xingchen felt a little puzzled.

As soon as the voice fell, the next moment, everything around came to life.

The walking passers-by began to take this step, and the sound of humming suddenly broke the silence of this dream world.

The sewage that had solidified in the air spilled by the shopkeeper suddenly fell on the bluestone slab, and the fine droplets splashed on Liu Xingchen's face, making him feel a little wet.

Then he heard the female boss scolding loudly: "Little ghost, if you don't dodge, I'll splash you." ”

Liu Xingchen didn't have time to care about the impoliteness of the female boss, because the female boss spoke not Chinese, not Mandarin, not the dialect of his hometown, nor English, but a language he had never heard of. However, I can understand it.

He was a little surprised, and touched the tiny droplets of water remaining on his face, and the moist feeling was really real.

He also felt the wind, a gentle breeze blowing across his face, bringing a slight chill.

The dream seemed a little too real.

"Drop... Drip... Drop..."

"The space-time node is established, and the host binding is successful. ”

When Liu Xingchen heard such a voice, he also wrote a systematic text, and he scolded secretly in his heart.

Before he had time to think about anything, a huge flood of information poured into his mind, and for a while, his head received so much information that he had a splitting headache.

A minute, or how long it has passed, Liu Xingchen doesn't know, he feels better.

Through the influx of memories, and the real touch of everything around him, he seemed to understand something.

He reached out and touched his face, which was thin and had no stubble. He looked at his hand, which was much smaller than his own.

He looked around again, and the landlady who had splashed the water had turned around and walked back to the shop, and the passers-by were in a hurry, and most of them had high noses and deep eyes, and the color of their eyes was not black, but of different colors.

Looking around, there are all low tiled houses, and not far from the opposite street, there are faint two- or three-story buildings.

Farther away, there is a towering domed castle, and everything around it looks like the Middle Ages in an oil painting.

He understood, it wasn't a dream, he crossed over.

He likes to read novels in Dianniang, especially through novels, but when this thing really falls on his head, he still has some fear of the strange world.

There were some more memories in his mind that didn't belong to him, blending with each other, as if he was a human being in two lives, and he muttered to himself: "Am I Liu Xingchen, a code farmer in the magic capital of the twenty-first century, or do I belong to the wandering child Nalan Xingtian here?"