"Alda!Alda!" Yang Yi shouted in alarm.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Shanhua ran out of the kitchen in a panic, wearing thick microwave gloves on her left hand.

Seeing Zhu Shanhua, Yang Yi was stunned: "Mom." How long am I gone?"

Zhu Shanhua looked at Yang Yi and saw that he was sitting on the sofa drenched in sweat, his buttocks had not moved at all, and he looked like he had just woken up from a big dream, as if he had accidentally fallen asleep and had a nightmare.

"Stupid son, you're not going anywhere. If you're as smart as I am, you're going to touch the bottom of your ass, it's going to be hot. Look at the bell, it's only been fifteen minutes since the news broadcast, and you're definitely asleep. Zhu Shanhua held her gloves and smiled evilly: "Son, your spirit is not very good~ Is it that you spend too often being alone and happy at night? This is not good, hurry up and get a girlfriend! I don't mind what kind of mother you find, you just like it." Wow ha!"

Yang Yi wiped his forehead, and he really couldn't lift his spirit to deal with Ms. Zhu's colored jokes that never mattered about time, place and occasion. Zhu Shanhua saw that her son didn't accept the offer, so she continued to make soup for Yang Yi depressed.

Looking at myself, the priest's robe was gone, replaced by the familiar attire of home. Looking at his hand, the Casio watch was there, and there was an extra ring on his index finger to remind Yang Yi of what had just happened.

How long had I been with Alda, I didn't know what time it was in the basement, and when I ran out of the church, it was already covered in a thick fog and I couldn't see the light of day. I estimated that in the plane where Alda was, everything before and after added up to at least a whole day. After so much time there, only fifteen minutes have passed here? Or Ms. Zhu has misremembered, the actual elapsed time is zero, and her own time starting point and return point are actually the same? Because Yang Yi vaguely remembers that he remembered that the news had already begun before he moved the idea of finding a remote control, which means that the departure time must be after seven o'clock, not seven o'clock, and the gap between fifteen minutes is very close.

My heart moved, and I lowered my head to look at my watch. The time of the watch and the clock are not the same, and when the two are subtracted, the difference in time is nearly 16 hours. That's definitely the amount of time I've spent there.

Does this mean that when oneself transforms time and space, the space time of the person who exists will continue to walk, and the space time that does not exist will be static?

It seems to be very complicated, and Yang Yi will not be able to figure it out for a while.

Taking advantage of Zhu Shanhua's absence, Yang Yi tried his claws, but they were still so flexible and automatic, and he didn't leave any traces of cutting anything. I activated the ring, and the herbs and books were there, as well as eight more primary recovery potions. In the last memory, Alda took two bottles to treat Nord and the child, and he still had eight bottles in his hand, which was the right number. It seems that when I travel back and forth between two different places, I can really bring things back.

Closing the ring space, Yang Yi began to lose his mind. What about the people over there? Will Nord and the child be able to wake up after drinking their own medicine? How is Alda, is it safe? What the hell is going on with the fog, and will the church and its people survive its attack?

In just a short period of contact, Alda's sincere love has left a strong impression on Yang Yi's heart, and he really can't rest assured of this old man. I'd love to wear it again, to come back to him, and maybe bring him with me. It's a pity that Yang Yi can't help himself when he travels back and forth between the two places, and he doesn't go when he wants to, and he can go back when he wants to.

Sitting on the sofa in a daze, my heart was confused for a while, and I was not interested in the news broadcast I liked to watch the most, and my heart was hanging in the air, worried about the safety of people in another time and space.

When dinner was served, Zhu Shanhua seemed very interested, and said that the most expensive lipstick alone was sold for seven dollars today, although the other party painted it and looked like a blood basin, she still said with a clear conscience that it was good-looking, praising the other party's lips are big, but sexy like Julia Radish. Ms. Zhu's culture is so much that she doesn't know the specific difference between Radish and Roberts.

Yang Yiqiang responded to his mother with a smile, and reluctantly drank some soup before leaving the table. This made Zhu Shanhua a little worried, and any mother would probably be worried when she saw her son's bad appetite. After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, I went to see Yang Yi and saw him tinkering on a map with a compass and ruler under the lamp, as if he was studying, so Ms. Zhu was relieved, nibbled on the discounted apples in the supermarket, and comfortably watched her funny series. Tonight's plot seems to be going to play to the point where the hero and heroine are going to cave the house, and Ms. Zhu is very interested in this.

Yang Yi was indeed working on the map, but not homework, but the one he bought from the library. Professor Hutchinson's panic and vague words, as well as Li Yun's death and Li Guang's admonition, all vaguely reflect one thing: that is, Qijiang is not as simple as it seems, and under the simple and unpretentious appearance, it may be hiding something.

All the clues point to the inferences of the momentary interest of Hutchinson, a professor of miscellaneous studies. It's a pity that he didn't ask him carefully at the time, so Yang Yi went back and re-studied this.

This time, the research was no longer for the purpose of having fun like last time, and Yang Yi did some meticulous preparation before putting everything on the table.

The materials include a plastic book film, a map of Qijiang City, a compass, a ruler, and a marker. Once you were ready, you started doing everything Hutchinson had done again.

Cover the book film on the map, trace the points according to the outer outline of the Qijiang River, connect them with smooth arcs, find the center of the circle, and get the whole garden that encompasses the entire city of Qijiang at the beginning.

If you look at it carefully, it is exactly like Hutchinson said, the whole circle is divided into two halves by the river in an S shape, the position of the yang eye is the location of the crematorium, the yin eye is the city nursery hospital, and the center of the circle is the legendary St. Hubble Cathedral.

Thinking of Hutchinson's drastic change in face after the most abrupt moment, Yang Yi hesitated for a moment before drawing the five railway lines.

The five railway lines were clearly marked, and Yang Yi gasped violently, staring at the result in disbelief: they matched the round outline, and it was a complete five-pointed star pattern!

At that time, Hutchinson's map was larger, and Yang Yi only saw a corner when he stood close, but Hutchinson took a few steps back to see the overall situation. It's really a five-pointed star that couldn't be clearer!

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