Under the rising moon, Rolf anxiously galloped through the birch forest after nightfall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In order to maintain his balance, the pair of "J" shaped elastic steel prostheses of the Wind Ghost have a positive touch on the ground, and there is always a strange tactile feeling when walking on flat ground, but unexpectedly, the wide contact area allows him to move forward in the snow with relative ease, especially when he is riding the wind, and it is almost flat on the snow.

But Rolf had never had experience in snow tracking, nor had he lived in the snow-filled north—the central realm of the stars could only see seasonal sporadic snowfall, and the narrow Conmath League, and the five city-states in the southeast were even drier and warmer—which caused him great trouble in tracking, even if he was the first to notice the anomaly of Serena's carriage and immediately chase after him.

The Wind Riding ability allows Rolf to and fro in the narrow and crowded streets of Red Square, and his speed is not far behind in the dense birch forest.

But he had to find the boy.

The boy who gave life to the ghost of the wind.

Rolf walked through a forest and saw a flat field of snow ahead.

His gaze froze suddenly!

The ghost of the wind shook and landed on the snow.

In the moonlight, a bewitching woman wrapped in a cloak was lightly handed.

A seven- or eight-year-old boy with his hands tied behind his back slipped from her fingers without a reaction and landed on the snow like a slaughtered prey.

Motionless.

The seductive and seductive woman turned slightly, licked her tongue at Rolf, and smiled eerily.

No.

Rolf fell to his knees in the snow in disbelief, his hands trembling towards the boy with his eyes closed.

Didn't breathe.

There is no heartbeat.

There is no pulse.

No.

The boy.

The boy who looked like an adult.

The boy who gave himself a choice.

The boy who saved himself from the abyss of despair.

The wonder boy who taught him literacy, phonics, and sign language communication.

He's dead.

No.

Rolf looked up, half of his face hidden behind a silver mask, unrecognizable.

"What's wrong?" Serena Corleone tilted her head and winked seductively, "Oh, you're here for Little Tails?"

Rolf clenched his fists and slowly stood up, staring at the bewitching woman with a look of resentment and anger.

"Sorry, he's asleep. Serena giggled:

"Come back to him in the next life. ”

Suddenly a strong wind blew on the flat ground,

Serena's face changed!

The wind is getting stronger.

Blowing up the snowflakes around Rolf, blowing up his clothes.

The ghost of the wind stared at Serena.

He didn't know how strong the woman in front of him was.

But he will do everything in his power to make the other party pay.

In this way, he owes the boy a debt.

Let's pay it off.

But just the next moment, Rolf was shocked to discover:

He stiffened.

Can't move.

What's going on?

Be...... He rolled his eyes...... This woman?

Serena let out a merry laugh, her gaze never off Rolf, maintaining the pressure of a 'pause' look.

"O children now," she pouted and shook her head as if in distress, nodding the side of her eyes, looking at Rolf, who was frozen in place, and snorted:

"Don't you use your brains to fight?"

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It's so dark.

It's so dark.

Doesn't feel the time.

There is also no space.

Why did it suddenly light up?

It's so bright, so dazzling.

These are...... Memory?

Lots of memories.

Familiar or unfamiliar scenes flashed in front of his eyes.

At sixes and sevens.

In the end, only messy voices remained:

The central limit theorem provides sufficient basis for our random sampling...... Don't get distracted! Learn these well, at least you can go to the market research department of various companies after graduation......]

What is it?

["Yu Ren, if you go to a different world waiting to be saved, you will become stronger, farm, climb technology, and compete for domination...... Will you want to change it?" "Forget it, social change is always unpredictable...... Unless I'm the creator god ......" "Well, conclusion: it doesn't make sense to ask you this question. "What's the matter with those eyes full of contempt in you?"

What a familiar sound......

[Class issues are often combined with inequality, education, income, capital, these are common terms...... Blau and Duncan, remember these two scholars, they will be your nightmare for the next two years...... In our time, you don't know how to use a log-linear model, so don't try to do social class analysis......]

It's messy...... Why is there no logic to these combinations......

["Why are you so entangled! In a word, should we be together...... What are you frowning for!"]

Why is everything familiar, but it seems to be separated by a layer of fog......

[The key to the logistic regression model is this probability function, and the probit model is actually common to it...... If you only understand general linear regression and not logistic regression, don't say you've studied regression models...... For no other reason, I just think it's embarrassing......]

Where am I......

[Everyone classifies him as one of the three great patriarchs, but compared to Weber's side-references and scientific arguments, the kind of philosophical meditation he came up with while sitting in a chair is classified as ...... Some radical scholars, including myself, believe that this is simply an insult to our discipline......]

What is it...... But what a familiar name......

[One-mode social networks can be represented by a symmetric matrix, while two-mode is more complex...... Look at you stupid, haven't you ever studied linear algebra...... I haven't studied advanced mathematics, why do I think I have the ability to learn this subject?

Wait, I know what these are...... I, I have studied, even written, taught......

["I don't know what is the use of working so hard at home, for you to read so many books, but our old Wu family always has an idea: that is, knowledge is not necessarily useful, but it must be priceless......]

Who's talking...... What the hell are these!

[For example, the influence of teachers, school location, class nature, parents' income, and different factors on student achievement always play a role at different levels, some at the individual level, some at the class level, and some at the school level...... Therefore, the hierarchical linear model commonly used in education to overcome this is also applicable to our research......]

I know...... I must know...... Damn, why can't you remember!

[Marx and Weber had diametrically opposed views on the autonomy of the state...... The differences between the two types of national power, as defined by Mann, are...... Haven't you all read the text? Why don't you get a little sleep?]

Wait, who am I...... Who am I?

[Led by Skoceppo, they began to reflect on the social schema of Marx's scholars and Parsons's macro theory...... The societies embedded in history may not function as they intended...... Thus the tradition of historical analysis has returned to our field of vision......]

What am I?

[Don't think that qualitative methods don't have to be like measurement, on the contrary, we don't have clear scientific standards for quantitative research, so we need to demonstrate and explain the scientific nature of "why we use this method", and take root in your field with a research axis...... Otherwise, you're no different from writing a news story...... It's better to change majors directly to study journalism as a reporter, I guarantee that you will earn more......]

Ahhhh

But the next voice contained many memories that were clearer and more touching to him:

["Beth, no matter what method is used, leave him in the royal capital, he will live...... Hold him, it's in my blood! You know my temper. ”】

["This is called Tails...... Go to the sixth room and look at this stupid look...... Little ghost, I promise you won't live the next year. ”】

"No, no, don't hit me, don't, I'm just...... It's just that...... Ahh

["Don't you really want to drink water? It's next door...... Listen to me, I'll think about the plan!"]

["My name is Karak!I heard you're the head of your house? from this day on, you'll have to give me half of the money!"]

["This is the last potion, no more!...... Don't come back in the future...... Wait!There's some old clothes here, you can take them......"]

["Little ghost, you want to call me Sister Yara!"]

["Stand above the sky, transcend the gods, and look down on all beings...... You can say 'no', but you can't say no, it's just the first time it's out of control. ”】

"I know that there is something in you that he does not have. ”】

"Doesn't King Nunn want justice...... Exchange my son's life for his son's!"

An unprecedented amount of memories flashed back in an instant.

It was about to burst his consciousness.

Suddenly.

Everything was quiet.

Darkness has returned.

I feel much more comfortable.

He was sleepy.

Maybe it's time to go.

Go back to where he came from.

Or...... Sleep from now on.

Right now.

Two unfamiliar voices rang in my ears.

An old-fashioned voice:

"Such souls...... Oh, better than ever...... Well, the mother felt it. ”

Another voice is flat and sharp:

"Wait, the smell of danger...... It's the same as it was six or seven hundred years ago......"

"Thou hast always been careful...... Relax, mother will handle it. ”

"It's strange that the mother is hesitating, not liking or rejecting it...... There are four forces pulling it, two downwards and one upward...... It's really a powerful vitality, obviously there is no one to help it, but it is still rising. With this trend, it will rise back up in a few moments...... There is also a kind of force...... OMG......"

"What's the alarm?"

"Have you ever seen a half-breed and a half-soul like this...... How is it possible!Unless the Alchemy Tower and the Soul Tower cooperate......"

"Don't lose your temper, keep your duty and mind the things of the earth...... What's more, the three magic towers have been destroyed for thousands of years......"

"Millennium, huh? My long-term memory has deteriorated again......

"Mother made a decision...... Let it go and let it pick up...... Get ready to open the reverse flow gate. ”

"Counterflow Gate? Isn't it? Just raised back more than thirty years ago...... It's too short, and Mother will allow this frequency? at least until the last one falls back again......"

"Don't ask, don't speak, this is the mother's will!

Immediately afterward, he felt that everything around him was shaking violently!

"Boom!"

"Smack!"

As if something had shattered, he seemed to hear a clear crunch.

The next moment, as if out of the water, he smoothly inhaled a breath of air in the invisible pressure and darkness!

More than just a breath of air.

That's a force.

Strength beyond mortals.

He, Tails Bright Star, rethought who he was.

At the same time, he came back with his senses!

The pores of the whole body seem to open in an instant, greedily accepting information from the outside world, and the stagnant joints no longer rub, as if lubricated by a force.

The blood that collects in the skin returns to the veins as if commanded, providing vital nutrients, and the heart, which has been too rapid due to lack of oxygen, returns to a regular, slow beat—only stronger and more powerful than ever.

Tails felt it.

A force departed from an unknown corner of the body and rose rapidly, instantly covering the whole body.

The pain in his throat slowly disappeared, and he could even feel that many small dark wounds in his body were slowly repairing.

Soon, Tails felt the cold beneath him, the wind around him, and Serena's familiar laughter.

As if a drowning man had been brought back to life, Tails snapped open his eyes!

Then, he looked at the sky tremblingly, opened his mouth wide, and inhaled a breath of air that had not been seen for a long time, as if it had been separated for many years!

"Hoo ......"

Everything is as it was before.

He came back to life.

(To be continued.) )