Cracking the mobile phone password is not a problem for the technical means of the Red Leaf College, the problem is that after cracking the password, extract useful information from hundreds of apps in the mobile phone memory, and piece it together into a panorama according to the timeline, these apps also have their own passwords, but there are many repeated passwords, and the technical teachers finally completed this tedious work not long ago after a night of overtime.

The extracted content comes from memos, albums, shopping apps, browsers, map apps, visit and search records, review apps, etc., in today's mobile phone so deeply rooted in daily life, the information that can be extracted from the mobile phone can almost piece together someone's life, especially many apps are automatic backup and restore functions for changing phones, even if you have changed your mobile phone, you can still continue to ...... Based on these, coupled with reasonable speculation, it is almost sufficient.

Zhao Man, as a rebellious girl influenced by her family, is not a day's cold, she will become what she is now and has undergone a transformation process of several years, and before her mother married her current stepfather, although her family is not materially wealthy, she still grows up like an ordinary girl, especially the school uniform culture makes everyone's daily wear no different, and she does not have much psychological inferiority.

After her mother remarried, she suddenly became more abundant and had better food, just in time for her to enter the growth period, so her height grew rapidly.

At first, everything was harmonious, the stepfather had not yet shown his true face, and he showed that he loved her like his own daughter, and her mother also felt that she had a good eye and won the jackpot.

Later, after the family moved into this villa, things quietly changed.

It is easy to imagine the various events during this period, in short, Zhao Man's mentality has also changed, and what makes her even more desperate is that her biological mother does not support her, but scolds her for being a coquettish, because flies don't bite seamless eggs, and also warns her not to talk nonsense.

The stepfather also scared her not to talk nonsense, or else he would sweep the mother and daughter out of the house and reduce them to beggars on the streets—adults certainly don't eat this kind of intimidation, but she is still a child after all, and she can't help but be scared.

Her grades in school are above average, but they are not very stable, and she is more introverted, she is a little transparent, the teacher doesn't pay much attention to her, and her classmates don't play with her because she seems very gloomy, can't chat, always talk to death, doesn't know anything about fashion, she has nowhere to tell, and there is no other way to dilute the depression in her heart.

Especially on weekends or holidays when she doesn't have to go to school, she is very afraid of her mother going out, whether it is to buy groceries or go shopping with friends, because of the remoteness of the community, it always takes a long time to come back, and her stepfather will always say that she is harassing her during this time.

So, when my mother went out, she would always lock herself in the bedroom, lock the door, or block the door with furniture until her mother came back, but there was a problem, there was no bathroom in her bedroom, and she couldn't solve the problem with a bottle like a boy. When she couldn't hold it anymore, she put her ear to the door panel to listen to the movement outside, and when she heard the footsteps and went downstairs, she quickly rushed out of the door, rushed into the toilet, locked the toilet door again, and then rushed back to her bedroom in the same way after solving the problem, if she didn't have the opportunity, she stayed in the toilet until her mother came back.

The stepfather soon discovered her little trick, and a game of cat and mouse began, the stepfather would often deliberately step heavily on the stairs to go downstairs, but in fact did not go down to the first floor, but waited in the stairwell, as soon as she opened the door he rushed towards her bedroom, fortunately he was not young after all, and his legs and feet were slow.

When it is dangerous to open the door, she often chooses to hold back, so there are not a few times when she pees her pants, and every time she pees her pants, she will be beaten by her mother.

That's when it came to her first idea – how nice it would be if she could get to the toilet safely and get back to her room safely.

Whenever she felt the urge to urinate when she slept at night, she would always dream that she was waiting at the door of the bedroom with trepidation, and she did not dare to open the door when the toilet was a few steps away from the door, so she could only let the heat flow down her legs.

This dream was repeated over and over again, and then suddenly one day, the dream changed, she stood at the door of the bedroom, the pain in her lower abdomen made her can't help but bow forward, her sweaty forehead against the door, her left hand covering her lower abdomen, just like every time she held her urine, but this time the difference was that the door panel seemed to disappear suddenly, she lost her support, and staggered forward a few steps.

She was startled, even in her sleep, she could feel the trembling from the bottom of her heart, and she almost woke up directly, because she thought she had opened the door.

But when I looked back, the bedroom door was still closed.

The characteristic of the dream is that it is not too logical, if it is in reality, the common sense of "it is impossible to cross the closed door" will firmly limit her thinking, and in the dream she seems to accept it all at once, anyway, there is no stepfather in the corridor, she just wants to solve the physiological problem quickly.

Something strange happened again, when her hand went to twist the doorknob of the toilet, it went straight through the doorknob.

She was startled again, and quickly withdrew her hand, and after a closer look, there was nothing abnormal in her hand, and there was no missing finger.

She went to shake the doorknob again, still as before, her hand straight through it, like a ...... The doorknob is a phantom, or her hand is a phantom, or it's like a game clipped.

That's right, it's like a game clipping.

When playing games in computer class, because the school computer can only afford some old games, she sometimes encounters this phenomenon, the limbs of the game characters pass through the wall and other obstacles, and pass out from the other end of the obstacle, sometimes it will have a very funny effect.

The dreamer is not very logical, and she is not a very rational person, after discovering that her hand can "wear the mold", she tries to touch the door again, and still passes through it easily, without encountering any obstacles, until the whole arm is in the door, then the shoulder, the chest, the head, the legs, ...... Until the whole body is worn through.

She showed up in the toilet.

There was no movement to open the door, but she came in.

She tried to go out again, and it was very simple to return to the hallway.

In, out, in, out...... Nothing hassle-free.

In the dream, she felt very playful and enjoyed a rare happiness, and her first thought was that she could safely walk between the bedroom and the toilet in the future.

However, let's solve the physiological problem first, and then say, the lower abdomen is about to explode.

She tried to lock the toilet door, but ...... If you can't do it, it's embarrassing, and now whoever you are can get in by twisting the doorknob.

Hurry up and finish peeing, that old guy won't show up so coincidentally.

She walked to the toilet, half-unloaded her pajama pants, and sat down...... Sitting empty, the toilet is not where it should be.

The feeling of falling from sitting in the air woke her up from her sleep.

Dream?

It was still dark in the bedroom, with a little light from the street lamp streaming in through the window.

She looked at the alarm clock, it was half past two in the evening.

When people have interesting dreams, they can't help but reminisce after waking up, and if time allows, they want to sleep back and continue the dream.

Zhao Man is also nostalgic for the dream just now, but the bloating pain in his abdomen is real, maybe it was because he held his urine that he had the strange dream just now.

If only that dream were true......

Her heart was full of regret and loss, and she wanted to close her eyes and relive that dream, or even continue that dream, but she had to solve the physical problem first, otherwise it would be impossible to fall asleep again.

It was relatively safe at night, her mother was home, and the man couldn't wait in the hallway all night, so she sat up and put on her slippers and planned to go to the bathroom.

Walking to the bedroom door, she stopped.

The common sense of reality tells her that it is impossible to pass through the door, dreams are dreams, and do not confuse them with reality.

She was unlucky enough, if she was sent to a psychiatric hospital because she couldn't distinguish between dream and reality, it would be better to make a little effort when she cut her wrists the next time, and she would simply die.

I have heard that there are many cases of male nurses and doctors in psychiatric hospitals violating young female patients while they are in a trance when they are taking drugs, and those female patients are even more unlucky than her, and no one will believe what they say, unless one day their bellies are enlarged, they will be exposed to the world, but what is the use of condemnation and trial? This will make up for the pain of those female patients? More female patients are still silently suffering from violations in other mental hospitals.

Although she understands this, she ...... She still couldn't help but want to try it, the feeling of free passage in her dream was too novel.

Anyway, no one sees it, so just try it once, just once.

Instead of reaching for the doorknob, her hand slowly reached for the door. Good

She didn't have much hope, 10% hope at most, she could already imagine the feeling of her fingers touching the hard door panel, and laugh at herself.

But if ...... She would be happy to make it happen.

A miracle happened, her hand literally went through the door panel!

There is no logic in the dream, but logic in reality, and when the logic in reality is overturned, she is hit even more than in the dream.

She withdrew her hand in horror, her face pale, and cold sweat broke out.

How...... What's going on?

Don't...... Is it a legendary dream within a dream?

Actually, I haven't woken up yet, I'm still dreaming, am I sleepwalking?

She checked her hand repeatedly and slapped her cheek so hard that it almost slapped herself.

Right now...... You should be awake, right?

She reached for the door again.

The hand was still unimpeded through the door panel as before.

This...... This is not normal! What the hell is going on?

If it weren't for the experience in the dream, she would have been more panicked, but the dream was like a rehearsal for her, providing her with a little mental buffer.

Isn't it that I'm dreaming within a dream, it's just a dream...... Is it true to some extent?

After a minute or two, she recovered from the shock slightly, gritted her teeth, and reached for the door once again.

The door panel was pierced like a game clipping, and her shoulders, chest, head, and legs appeared from the other side of the door panel one after another.

She stood in the hallway, the nightlight providing barely enough illumination.

The night was quiet, and everything was silent.

But it seems a little too quiet......

Although the night is quiet, there will always be some miscellaneous sounds, such as the sound of cars passing by will be extraordinarily far away at night, the buzzing of the outdoor unit of the air conditioner will sound all night, and the snoring of the man...... But she didn't hear any of this, and there was absolute silence around her, as if all the sounds were cut off from the hallway.

Yes...... I understand!

She looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly she had a feeling of enlightenment.

yes, it's just a game.

Me, my mother, my stepfather, my villa, my school, my teachers, my classmates...... Everything, what we think is the real life, is actually just a game, we all think that we are the protagonists of life, but in fact we are just NPCs in the game, or the insignificant kind.

As for who made the game, she tends to think that it is aliens, just like in the movies, aliens whose technology is far ahead of humans.

And she, maybe she's a slightly different NPC, or maybe there's a little bug in the alien's programming that allows her to clip through.

At that time, Zhao Man, who had just awakened her ability, urgently needed a reason that she could accept to explain all this, no matter what, she couldn't be crazy, and pushing the pot to aliens was simply an almighty reason.

It was precisely because she blamed the aliens that for a period of time after that, she did not turn to the Internet like the 22nd or other children who had just awakened their abilities, and it was not until much later that she realized that it had nothing to do with aliens, but that she had awakened her abilities.

Zhao Man, who found a reasonable explanation, gradually calmed down.

It's just a game anyway, so why not live happily with your presumptuousness?

But before you live happily, let's relax your bladder first.

She reached for the toilet door, then withdrew it, this time simply walking straight to the toilet door and passing through it without hindrance.

She appeared in the toilet, staring at the polished toilet.

No way......

Don't let the ending of your dreams come true!

If she sits down with her ass and ends up with her ass going through the toilet, then ...... Is she going to pee on the ground?

She half-unloaded her pajama pants and slowly sat down on the toilet, not as reckless as in her dreams.

The thighs touched something, and the familiar touch of the toilet seat returned!

Luckily, I didn't go through the toilet.

She happily wiped the sweat on her head, brewed for a few seconds, and solved the physiological problem in a hurry, and finally her lower abdomen was no longer swollen and painful, and there was a sense of relief and refreshment.

But why?

She sat on the toilet and thought blankly.

Why can the door panel go through, but the toilet can't?

Because one is wood and the other is ceramic?

But the toilet washer is not ceramic, it is made of cork.

She looked at the floor beneath her feet again, if anything could have penetrated it, she should have fallen to the first floor a long time ago, and then fell endlessly towards the center of the earth...... But it didn't.

She lifted her pants and walked over to the sink, trying to reach for her hand, which would be a bit of a fumble if she couldn't penetrate the porcelain......

This time, however, her hand went through the sink, which was also ceramic.

Could it be...... I can wear whatever I want?