It was a long night, at least for Jock.

When he returned to the company to investigate, he found that his company was not the only place where he had been temporarily suspended due to a large rest, and most of the workers had a good night's sleep for the first time in a long time.

Jock felt that this was not a hallucination caused by his fatigue, his eyes did see more and more slowly, the length of the night was enough to be worth the usual two or even three days, and every minute passed incomparably longer, he sat at his desk and took a whole bottle of anti-fatigue medicine, but the euphoric effect of the drug could not resist the erosion of drowsiness after all, and at dawn, he could no longer bear the heavy eyelids, and fell asleep on the table.

When he woke up again, the secretary, who had taken a half-day off, appeared in his office.

He was covered with an overcoat, and the work report was arranged and placed on his desk as usual.

11:21 minutes.

Before he knew it, six hours had passed, and when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that his spirit was in an unprecedented state of abundance.

This is different from the excitement caused by taking a lot of anti-fatigue drugs, he feels that he has been refreshed from the inside out, the fatigue and stress accumulated for a long time have been swept away, the indescribable uncomfortable places on his body have all disappeared, and even the air seems to have become much fresher.

Jock can't remember how many years he hasn't felt as refreshed as he is now.

But he also paid the price for it.

He missed the 9 o'clock meeting of the High Council, with several missed calls on his phone, and finally the members of the High Council seemed to have given up on contacting him, completed the meeting without his show, and sent a summary of the decisions to his phone.

"What happened to the others? Are you all awake? ”

Finishing the remaining questions on his phone, Jock asked casually.

The secretary reported, "I woke up, all the work of the company is going on as usual, and the progress of the work has not been greatly affected." ”

“…… Not too affected? ”

Jock was stunned, almost the entire company had slept overnight yesterday, and it stands to reason that all the work of the company had come to a standstill.

"Everybody's working hard today."

The secretary stopped talking, as if sorting out the words.

In terms of her personal senses, the work efficiency of waking up today has been significantly improved, and she personally thinks that this kind of appropriate rest is a good adjustment for migrant workers, but considering that this remark may make the boss suspect that she is not attentive to her work, so she fires her squid.

As soon as he thought of this, the secretary became more stressed and did not continue the topic.

The position of secretary is fiercely competitive, and there are countless people outside staring at this position, although it is rare to get a good night's sleep, but life has to go on, and she still needs to face countless pressures.

"So let's do it first."

Jock waved his hand, and the secretary left the office relieved, she thought that the boss would be furious about her falling asleep during the phone call yesterday, and maybe even deduct her year-end bonus for it, but the boss didn't mean to mention it at all, so that the bad talk she had prepared was useless.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after a good night's sleep, she feels that the tone of her boss's voice has become a lot softer.

Hopefully that's a good sign.

After the office door was shut, Jock sat down in his chair and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Last night, something absolutely wonderful happened.

He sorted out his thoughts, according to the secretary's description, the anomaly first occurred in the afternoon, and in retrospect, the feeling of fatigue and sleepiness did begin in the afternoon, and since nightfall, he felt that the passage of time had become extremely slow, and in order to prove that it was not his delusion, he had stared at the time on his phone for a whole minute.

That minute was stretched out for an incomparably long time, and it seemed as if three or four minutes had passed in his body.

He didn't believe it was a coincidence, it looked more like it was done by a psychic person.

What is his purpose?

This ability made Jock think terribly, and even he could not overcome his weariness, and fell into a deep sleep on the eve of dawn, waking up at past 11 o'clock in the afternoon, which meant that he spent more than five hours in an unconscious state of sleep.

If the other party had murderous intentions towards him, he would probably be a corpse by now.

This means that the other party not only has a chance to kill him during this time, but also handles the scene without hurrying and leaving no trace.

And he is still alive, and there is no trace of the loss or flipping of important documents on his phone or on his desk.

Jock could only guess that he was not the target of the opponent, but was indiscriminately affected when the opponent unleashed his abilities in a large area.

But

The ability to cover the entire First District?

Although Jock didn't study psychic abilities too deeply, he had the impression that there were very few people who could reach the entire city when they were fully activated, and none of them were able to make people unconscious.

An emergency meeting had to be convened, and the time was set for ......

When he looked at the phone screen, he was suddenly stunned.

12:15。

He had to look at the numbers on his phone several times to make sure he wasn't dazzled, and as he looked at them, the numbers had jumped to 12:17.

It's been more than forty minutes since he woke up?

This is not at all in line with his physical feelings!

A quarter of an hour to twenty minutes had passed at most since he woke up, and a terrible thought welled up in Jock's mind, and he unconsciously held his breath, and when he blinked for the sixth time, the time on the phone screen jumped to 12:18.

The flow of time has accelerated.

At least in his senses, the time was spinning rapidly, as if to make up for the part that had been dragged out last night.

An emergency meeting must be called!

The time that was passing by quickly had once again strengthened Jock's thoughts.

…………………………

The other side.

Lu Xiang opened her eyes in a daze, the dazzling sunlight outside shone on her body, she squinted and rolled over, and shrunk into the quilt, but then, all the drowsiness disappeared, she suddenly picked up her phone, looked at the number of 12:20 on the screen and fell into a long silence.

She slept until 12 o'clock?

What's even weirder is that, in retrospect, she can't even remember when she fell asleep.

She only remembered that she and Song Lan returned to the room at that time, chatted for a while, and the memories that followed disappeared.

Lu Xiang clearly remembered that Song Lan was still bright after guiding the sub-sky, if she counted from that time, she slept for nearly 20 hours?

She is dignified Lu Xiang, but she has become a sleepy insect like sleep!?

"Don't be nervous, it's normal."

Song Lan's voice came from near the window not far away.

Lu Xiang followed the prestige and found that this dumb bird had moved a recliner from nowhere, and was comfortably basking in the sun by the window with her back against the chaise longue, it was obvious that the night heron had also been assimilated, and she turned into a bird and stood on Song Lan's shoulders, tilting her head, her feathers fluffy, and her eyes narrowed into a slit.

This scene under the sun made the word "enjoy the sky" involuntarily appear in Lu Xiang's mind.

"At that time, you were the closest to me, so the impact was more obvious."

Of course, this is also the result of Song Lan's deliberate actions.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Lu Xiang as a late-night champion, such a long time has passed since they left the seventeenth district, but Lu Xiang has not been able to sleep on time for even a day.

Staying up late for a long time is a taboo for health preservation.

Especially in 2167, due to the emergence of anti-fatigue drugs, people who often stay up late these years will eat the pills as chocolate jelly beans, Song Lan has talked about Lu Xiang many times for this matter, so recently Lu Xiang has secretly eaten when he is not paying attention, and the two bottles of anti-fatigue drugs brought out have bottomed out.

Although drug manufacturers always emphasize in their advertisements that these drugs will not cause any burden on the human body, Song Lan is a traditional person, and he still adheres to the traditional concept of three parts of medicine, believing that long-term use of these drugs will inevitably affect the body.

For the migrant workers in the first district, who are always in a state of high pressure, anti-fatigue drugs have become an indispensable part of their lives, and they seem to have long forgotten about normal rest and sleep.

"What the hell did you do?"

For a while, Song Lan's various "criminal records" poured into Lu Xiang's brain, and she clearly remembered that just yesterday, this stupid bird also tried to cover up her crime with an "accident", trying to make her believe that Chai Ke and others died accidentally.

And he just mentioned the concept of "distance", which means that he is not the only one who is affected by Song Lan's ability.

She thought of the many new friends Song Lan had made in District 1 recently, and couldn't help but worry about their personal safety.

"Lao Lu, I think about it."

"Huh?"

"When Akon asked me, I remembered."

Song Lan looked at the opposite floor, and after sleeping steadily, the migrant workers returned to their respective posts and returned to the same life.

When you work, you want time to pass twice, and when you take a break, you want time to pass for a long time.

It's a pity that for the vast majority of people, the reality is the other way around.

The pain and suffering often lasts much longer physically, and they can only endure it in silence.

When the other party spoke, Lu Xiang felt that Song Lan bathed in the sun gave her a feeling of indescribability, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the piety and sacredness brought by the preaching of the believers.

"My abilities weren't born to beat someone."

Perhaps because of the light, Song Lan became blurry and distorted in her eyes, and his voice seemed to come from far away, penetrating the concepts of time and space, and reaching her mind, "This is the ability to bring happiness to all migrant workers!" ”

"That's not right."

But this time, Lu Xiang has developed immunity to Song Lan's deception, "I think you just don't want anyone to disturb your sleep anymore." ”

As long as he drags everyone to sleep together, no one will come to disturb him again.

In an instant, the aura of holiness and piety in her eyes shattered.

Song Lan turned her face sideways and looked at her for a long time.

"I'm also a part-time worker."

Song Lan said, "So this theory still holds." ”

Thanks to the students for a reward of 200 starting coins!

The Little Theatre Its One Hundred and Forty-One:

Friday, afternoon, month, year.

Lu Xiang spent the whole afternoon in low pressure, and the tourists in the same group invariably kept a safe distance of more than 5 meters from her, so as not to become the object of interrogation.

In their eyes, Lu Xiang seems to have become a cold-blooded character who even the old man does not let go.

"It's been a long time since I've interacted with people normally."

Back on the bus, Lu Xiang buried his head in Song Lan's chest to avoid the sharp gazes of the tourists in the same group.

The strangers who are usually sent to the counterintelligence department are all criminals, and she has not dealt with ordinary people normally for a long time, so she accidentally committed an occupational disease.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Song Lan gently patted Lu Xiang's back to show comfort, as he always said, everyone has things that they are not good at, for example, he has always been unable to understand advanced mathematics, "They will understand you eventually." ”

It's a pity that his comfort doesn't seem to be effective, and Lu Xiang's head seems to be buried deeper......

Well?

Song Lan wanted to say something, but she was keenly aware of something unusual.

He suddenly noticed the corners of Lu Xiang's mouth slightly raised, this is not like the behavior of a person who is frustrated in communication!

"Lao Lu, you ......"

Before the words fell, Lu Xiang had already started to act, she moved Song Lan's other hand to her waist and pressed the weight of her body on Song Lan.

"Don't stop."

She whispered, "Continue to comfort me." ”