Half past seven in the evening, first floor.

"It's easy to have an accident tonight, you stay in the bedroom and don't go out."

Ah Xiao stood by the door, she didn't care much about people, and after a pause, she hesitated: "But are you sure you want to use Ji Jie's house?" She died here, according to the words of you Chinese people, unlucky.

"It's better for you and me to be in the same room, no one will sleep tonight anyway, and it's safe."

"It's okay."

Kwon Heng leaned down and motioned to the sealed bathroom door in the house:

"The protection measures in this room are good, and it's useless to be in the same room with you, the ghost mother is attacking me, and she will choose the way of [dreaming], and it is useless to stay together on the physical level."

Kwon Heng is right, and it is easier to attract monster attacks when two players stay together, but ......

Ah Xiao's eyes swept over Quan Heng's wrists and arms with some dissatisfaction, and still felt that this person was too thin, although there was no actual connection between the game life and the real body, but it looked very crispy, and she said stiffly: "Then you, don't sleep." ”

In case you can't wake up, the [brain] that you finally got in the picture will be scrapped, and the double-headed eagle S18 is estimated to not be able to enter the semifinals, not to mention that they were almost buried in the group stage when they were S17!

Although she doesn't know how to subtly win people over, but it's always right to smash them with benefits, Chinese people are very affectionate and courteous, this time she protects people and brushes her favor, and the probability of success in digging people must soar!

Quan Heng paused for a second, half inquiring and half confirming: "This shouldn't be something I can decide, even if I don't want to sleep, I will be forced to fall asleep." [Falling into a dream] is mostly related to the monster's attack effect, otherwise you won't be killed if you don't sleep after 'violation'...... This is too unfair for the boss. ”

Ah Xiao: ". ”

yes, that's totally true, she just said a bit of nonsense to the newcomer.

Ah Xiao's back stiffened and fell silent for a few seconds, and then he let out an extremely cold oh and returned to his room without looking back.

Kwon Heng: "......? ”

Looking at the back, he was a little hurried, and Quan Heng figured out what Ah Xiao had just thought about after a little thought, most of which was an embarrassing crit after the failure to win over favors.

"It's really ......" Quan Heng shook his head with a smile, turned his head to look at Tang Bad's door for a few seconds, then looked at Mu Ze's door, lowered his eyes and flicked the Buddhist beads in his hand, and entered the room.

The promenade is silent.

Voice-activated sensor lights suddenly lit up, one of the doors opened and closed, and the other opened half a minute later.

When Tang Wei saw the visitor, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Why are you ......?"

"Talk about pen cooperation." Come humanely.

……

"It's eight o'clock! It's eight o'clock! ”

Cheerful alarm clocks sound through the hallways, through the walls.

Quan Heng was sitting at the desk, pressing the scratch paper that he had pulled out of the desktop under his arm, and he paused when he heard the sound, and just as he was about to straighten up, he felt a strong sleepiness hit her, and he couldn't wait to envelop her.

In such a hurry......

Quan Heng was amused in his heart, his body sent a strong signal of exhaustion, his consciousness was drowsy, his eyelids fell, and the carbon pen fell off the scratch paper on the desktop, leaving a shallow trace on the word "daffodil".

The small grandfather clock in the lobby on the first floor is still ringing, and the little man who chimes the time shakes his head and tail in the pale red moonlight blown in by the window by the window, and suddenly breaks free from the shackles at the moment of the end of the chime, jumps out of the clock, and swaggers off the table.

The surrounding scenery gradually became illusory, like the dreamy glare of the interstellar in the movie, time changed rapidly, the scene was constantly distorted and reshaped, and the time telling the villain jumped onto an unfamiliar marble tabletop, vividly sorted out his clothes, cleared his throat and shouted happily: "It's time!" It's time——! ”

In an instant, the dust settled, and the room took shape in an instant.

The sound of students frolicking after school on the street, the sporadic bells of bicycles, the smell of dinner in old buildings and the soft calls of Wu Nong poured out of the small windows of every house, and the sunset was noisy and noisy.

A hand gently patted the top of the chiming villain's head, picked up the dinner and walked to the bedroom.

The chiming villain quieted down, with a bright and weird smile, his eyes passed through the kitchen and living room, and he got into the gap in the bedroom door, quietly peeking at Quan Heng, who slowly opened his eyes.

[This is...... Dreaming? ]

A barrage was tentatively issued, and a large number of rolling barrages poured in the next second.

[This house is so old, it's really weird, it shouldn't be in the ghost mother's triangle building, it is estimated that it is something in Kwon Heng's reality...... Hey, Quan Heng doesn't like he lives in this kind of place, it's small and narrow]

[This chandelier, this wall skin, this detail, I haven't seen the ghost mother for a long time, and her dream-making ability is so strong?] Ji Jie was still hazy and couldn't see clearly, or was it ...... Kwon Heng's dream is too easy to control, and he completely made a plus version for her]

[Just look at it, oops, I dragged it for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be the easiest to fall asleep, I didn't even resist a little, it was like something real]

[Kwon Heng woke up, hey, isn't that right?] No way! Ghost mothers can seal memories by controlling dreams, right?! How old is Kwon Heng now?! Why do you look at such a small one?! ]

Quan Heng blinked slightly, and his gaze fell on the desk directly opposite the single bed a little casually-

A jumble of acquisition documents, bilingual contracts in German and English marked with huge profit figures for various illegal weapons, and a page of a penal book that has been turned open and folded, the text on the thin paper illuminated bright red by the setting sun.

[A person who has reached the age of 14 but is not yet 16 years old, commits intentional homicide, intentional injury causing serious injury or death...... shall be criminally responsible]

The book is pressed with a crooked desk calendar, which happens to be August 2014, with a red pen to circle the Mid-Autumn Festival, and a bright red cross is punched hard, and next to it is a line of small words that are extremely sharp -

[Damn fourteen]

Quan Heng's eyebrows seemed to skip a beat, and then he sat up with his eyes closed, with a little dazed in his eyes, tilting his head to look at the wheelchair on the side.

She seemed puzzled by the situation in front of her, but she couldn't remember anything strange.

Quan Heng paused, and suddenly raised his hand to touch his forehead, feeling that his breath was a little hot.

- She had a high fever.

"Baby, are you up?"

The woman's gentle voice sounded, the door was pushed open, and the camera slowly moved up from the black and red-soled high heels, and finally settled on the woman's face.

The face is so clean, even so clean that there are no facial features.

[Holy!] I'm going to die, isn't there enough plasticine when I pinch my face, ghost mother?! ]

[Nonsense, it's like this in the live broadcast footage, but it's not like this in Kwon Heng's eyes!] Look! ]

"My child," the woman's voice smiled, "it's time for dinner, and mom has made you porridge." ”

Quan Heng looked at the woman's face in a daze, suddenly blinked as if he had just woken up from a dream, lowered his eyes and nodded: "Thank you...... Mom. ”

As these words fell, a mouth suddenly popped out of the woman's blank face, as if it were painted.

She curled her new lips, and the smile on her lips deepened:

"You're welcome, let's eat."