"What the hell is going on... The end of the world pulls and screams..."

Luo Xin stretched his waist, got up from the computer desk in the hotel in a daze, opened his mouth wide, and yawned hard.

"Ding Chunqiu... Don't keep disturbing me to sleep, okay?

His face was covered with beads of sweat, and his expression was as flustered as if he had seen a ghost.

looked at the mud in front of him that couldn't support the wall, and shook his head directly.

"Didn't you like acting before, why did you change careers just a year after graduating?"

After blinking a few sleepy eyes, Luo Xin stared at the "rice bowl" (the old twelve-handed Lenovo notebook) in front of him.

"I want to act... But you see, that director can ask me for a book of finance that I have never interned in... Ah (yawn)... Playing games has killed me for the rest of my life... I'm so sleepy... Ding Lao Wei, I remember correctly, this is the middle of the night, you have something wrong... Isn't it tomorrow's class reunion? It's been changed to midnight?"

Ding Chunqiu loosened his tie, and in the dark room, through the flickering firelight from outside the curtains, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with Luo Xin's clothes.

But the consternation on his face could not subside in such a brief calm.

After wiping the sweat, Ding Chunqiu picked up the cup that was obviously Luo Xin again... I threw my head up, but it was empty.

Gritting his teeth, Ding Chunqiu threw it out of the door, and the cup smashed in the aisle.

This abnormal move really stunned Luo Xin.

Ding Chunqiu has always been very sensible, what's wrong with him?

The door light is not turned on in the middle of the night, do you think that this cup is a hotel can be smashed...

This is a special loss!

looked at Luo Xin, who still didn't know what to do.

Ding Chunqiu raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Xin's so-called "rice bowl".

"I'm still writing, writing... Wrote three chapters in half a day... Didn't you just start working on a new book a few months ago? Why? Didn't you say you would become a god right away? It's a little fast!"

"Ugh..."

Speaking of this, Luo Xin was hurt a lot.

Originally, he should have gone to find a class after graduation, but he liked to write since he was a child.

Thinking about the famous saying that if you don't work hard, you will get old... I still have a dream while I am young.

No, let the parents who are not rich sweep the floor and go out to ask for more blessings.

I can't stay in a good hometown, so I have to go out and drift south.

Seeing that the reunion of the students who graduated for a year is approaching... Everyone is a career, love and even family.

He didn't even know where next month's utility bills were.

Not to mention where to get some instant noodle money.

I can't help it... If you can't sign a contract, you have to respect reality.

No one can afford to spend thousands of chapters without signing!

"Old Monster Ding... Lao Tzu's business is your! You get out of here, Lao Tzu wants to sleep. ”

"Stubborn..."

Ding Chunqiu shook his head anxiously, looking very angry.

But in Luo Xin's eyes, Ding Chunqiu is indeed sick tonight, and it is a sudden acute madness, and there is no cure.

"Old Monster Ding, do you know that the teacup is broken, and tomorrow you will have to pay at least a few dozen yuan to others, how many instant noodles are you, you can count them with your toes." ”

looked at Luo Xin's hateful little eyes.

Ding Chunqiu grinded his teeth before he said.

"Which time did you go out and pay for it..."

Seeing Luo Xin's appearance as soon as he heard the money, Ding Chunqiu stopped talking about it.

raised his eyes and looked at what was written on Luo Xin's "rice bowl".

After a few glances, it was basically determined that Luo Xin was writing about the unexplained thing that happened a few years ago.

But the protagonist in that incident was not Luo Xin.

But...

The owner of the empty bed in the bedroom.

Tan Jump.

Everyone called him "Hop Hop".

Since his freshman year three years ago, he ran out of the old rules of stringing incense...

So far, I haven't seen anyone alive or dead, and my scalp is numb when I think about it.

No one knows why he was able to predict the future.

But no matter why, it's definitely not because of the dream that Luo Xin wrote.

This incident also made him, Luo Xin, and Huang Mao, the three contemporary new century college students who witnessed it firsthand, begin to wonder if there is really any transcendent ability in this world.

"Why do you write about jumping on yourself (alluding to bad luck)... You still want to solve the case for him, but you can't do it. (I don't know what kind of character you Luo Xin is)"

Luo Xin picked at his head, the jump that had been missing for three years was always a lingering shadow in his heart.

Luo Xin also raised his hand and pressed the notebook.

"What the hell is going on with you... It's better to be your financial steward than anything. ”

"Write, write... One day, I was thinking about the of becoming a god. When he was dying, he couldn't give Lao Tzu a good death... What's the name of the novel that allows you to write such a scribble?"

"Amine?"

Staring at Luo Xin, who was confused, Ding Chunqiu asked again.

"Amine fart, Lao Tzu asked you what the name of the book you wrote?"

"Oh"

Luo Xin came to some energy at this time, and smiled shyly with his bangs.

"High-dimensional universe!"

"Huh!"

Ding Chunqiu smiled without smiling, and shook his head with an expression of please speak.

"I don't understand... You said that you are a newcomer and a new book, and you can't afford a new name that slips away, which dad dares to click on it?"

This time it was Luo Xin's turn to be dumbfounded.

"What do you mean?"

Ding Chunqiu rolled his eyes, and his face was full of disapproval for Luo Xin.

"Look at your name, the high-dimensional universe? I don't even understand what the high-dimensional universe is! and... Readers are not your food and clothing parents... I said, is it wrong for any of your fathers to dare to click on a book called the high-dimensional universe?"

When it comes to books... Luo Xinke immediately came to the great spirit.

"You don't understand the high-dimensional universe? Most of your basic physics is taught by music teachers! You see, our universe is a three-dimensional three-dimensional space universe! A high-dimensional universe can only be called a high-dimensional universe if it is higher than the three-dimensional world! For example, four-dimensional, five-dimensional... To the N-dimensional...

For example, the two-dimensional plane is like a secondary painting, not like a plane projection of our three-dimensional world? What about us in our three-dimensional world? It is likely to be a projection of one of the spaces in the Nth power space of the four-dimensional world!

What is high dimension? High dimension means an unobstructed view of a four-dimensional thing composed of space to the Nth power... It means absolute control over the space...

Another example..."

Looking at the anxiety that was forcibly suppressed under the beads of sweat on Ding Chunqiu's face, and the fact that he was not interested in any fantasy or science fiction in his confused eyes, Luo Xincai immediately stopped talking.

In the end, I could only ask.

"And what should I call my book?"

"That's your business. Suffice it to say who else will be able to read an e-novel tomorrow. ”

As he spoke, Ding Chunqiu threw his mobile phone on the bed in front of Luo Xin.

He cherishes this baby "wife" who he cherishes so much that he doesn't let others touch it.

Today's treatment is really worrying.

"Yo"

Luo Xinbei picked up Ding Chunqiu's foreign "wife" with a smile and checked the function beautifully.

"Foreign girls are just different... What a brand... Yo, the cover is good, girlfriend... So beautiful without makeup, you kid is such a big species... Alas!"

Ding Chunqiu snatched the phone and brought the screen firmly in front of Luo Xin's widening eyes.

The "service" attitude is extremely rude, and the goal is extremely clear and points to the upper left corner of the screen.

"Are you blind... See if there's a signal... You slept stupidly all day, you sleep. You don't know what's going on out there. Look at the firelight outside, look at the city outside... Can you believe it's true?"

"Huh?"

Luo Xin lifted his lips with a confused expression.

As if glued to a chair, he twisted his neck and poked his head out of his head without moving, and looked at the curtains where a lot of large firelight was reflected.

The city outside was pitch black, and things were burning everywhere, and in the distant street below the 28th floor, you could vaguely see people running all over the street, which seemed to be quite chaotic.

No wonder when you take a nap, your ears are full of sirens and sirens.

Turning around, Luo Xin rubbed his eyes and stared at Ding Chunqiu.

"What... What's happening... Isn't it just that there is a power outage and there is no signal on the mobile phone. ”

"Hmph"

Ding Laowei's laughter obviously disagreed.

"Power outage? It's a power outage. But this is one of the top international cities in the country, okay! When have you ever seen a power outage in the whole city?

And there must be generators everywhere in such a big city! The generator won't start... Even the car was stopped, and I ran a dozen streets around, all the same.

And this fire from the sky... It can't be extinguished, and the water can't pour it out, as if it doesn't exist in the same world as us at all! And it doesn't burn anywhere else, just burns the part where it falls, but it can't burn things out, and you say it's not fantasy!"

"Hmph"

Luo Xin propped his head and smiled stupidly.

"Old Monster Ding, do you see that I am at a loss to write fantasy, and deliberately sent me materials..."

Ding Chunqiu really wanted to answer the word "fart" when he heard it.

But now when I think back to what I saw outside before, my face is scared of green, and my face is full of cold sweat after only a few seconds of recall.

He took a bottle of water directly from the shelf, opened it and poured it violently.

After that, he casually threw the remaining half bottle on the bed, which surprised Luo Xin, who didn't know why, and wanted to get angry immediately.

Can I still sleep?

Ding Chunqiu took a breath and breathed evenly before continuing.

"There's something in there... There's something we've never seen before... There must not be anything normal in those meteorites that fell down. The police can't even block it now... Too much... I heard that the ring road in the north city is dense... It's all messed up outside. The whole city is done with electricity. ”

Luo Xin was a little confused, and his mind wandered slightly, are you talking about fantasy or science fiction!

You're weird, old monster!

Ding Chunqiu said and picked up the bottle that was thrown on the bed and flowed everywhere, and poured a few sips before continuing.

"It's better on our side... Some phones, iPai or whatever, oh, and your laptop, all have power. I've heard that many other places in the city have all these things and can't turn them on, as if they all ran out of power in an instant. But who can power off the phone?"

Shaking his head, Ding Chunqiu finished his drink in one gulp and threw the empty bottle out of the room with his backhand, and the bottle made a lot of noise in the corridor.

But no one was out there reacting.

It's like the entire 28th floor is empty.

Ding Chunqiu continued.

"At first, I didn't believe it, but people said that there was a street light on the side of Coastal Avenue, and the power was out in the whole city from the beginning, and then it was still on, and many people were watching. But now... I believed. Because I suddenly remembered that you came back to look for you, only to find that the electronic lock of the door of your room was still working normally! Do you know that the other doors have already opened by themselves!"

Ding Chunqiu's trembling fingers pointed to the noble wooden door behind him...

"I don't even dare close the door right now, you know... I climbed 28 floors from below! There was no one, just like a ghost building now. ”

"Hmph"

Luo Xin, who was holding his head on Erlang's legs on the chair, smiled.

"Ding Chunqiu... It's like a disaster movie..."