Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

Zhang Yu's white coat suddenly tightened, and the nano-fabric was absorbing his body temperature.

When the bronze solution reached his waist, he suddenly remembered the box of problematic tiles in the building materials city - the arrangement of those oracle bone cracks was clearly the Hua Tuo Jiaji acupuncture method that the old man had improved.

"Three quarters past three in the morning!" he roared at the wellhead.

The memory of a certain time and space suddenly awakened, and the golden needle melted into liquid metal in the palm of the hand, traveling along the meridians into the heart.

The time on the monitor showed 3:17 in the morning, which was the moment when the Thunder Fire Golden Needle was recast in the parallel universe.

The vertical shaft suddenly gushed out boiling jade liquid.

In the burning pain, Zhang Yu saw his reflection split into countless versions: a witch doctor holding a golden needle, a programmer typing code, and a salesperson holding a tile sample.

When these mirror images made needle gestures at the same time, the foundation of the entire film and television city began to shake, and the glazed tiles on the antique buildings turned into data streams and rose into the air.

The morning of the building materials city was shrouded in blood mist.

When Zhang Yu kicked open the security door of his warehouse, he found that all the tile samples were suspended in the air.

Those inky cracks are being reorganized into a three-dimensional projection of the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine, with the real-time index of the Shenzhen Stock Exchange flashing at the locations of the Ren and Du meridians.

"Welcome to the reality set." Lao Wang's voice came from deep in the shelf.

This neighbor, who had cooperated with me for ten years, was sitting on a branch of the bronze sacred tree, holding a Starbucks in his left hand and a laser pen with oracle bone inscriptions in his right hand, "Do you think saving Director Li was a coincidence?

That was the best plot point we calculated using 64 servers. "

Zhang Yu's pupils suddenly reflected double irises.

When he blinked, the wall of the warehouse fell like a curtain, revealing the vast sea of ​​stars outside - each star track was an Internet optical cable controlled by Genting Capital, and the location of the North Star was Alibaba's Xixi Park.

"You are the real sacrifice." The female producer walked out of the star track, with countless nanorobots crawling out of her rose tattoo. "From the moment you took the notice of the extras, you have been living in the Truman Show."

The golden needle suddenly grew from Zhang Yu's fingertips into a giant bronze sword.

The moment the cloud and thunder patterns on the sword lit up, all the suspended tiles exploded, and the flying pieces formed the innate Bagua formation in the air.

The coffee cup in Lao Wang's hand suddenly melted, and the hot liquid wrote the hexagram "Zhen Yang Yu" in the void.

"You have overlooked Jianmu's sun-facing direction." Zhang Yu swung his sword to cut off the star track. The break of a certain section of submarine optical cable caused the North American stock market to instantly crash.

When the bronze sword pierced the QR code tattoo of the female producer, what gushed out was not blood, but the live broadcast footage of Alibaba's listing in 2014.

The ground in the building materials city suddenly collapsed.

While falling, Zhang Yu saw the old man's figure appear at the end of the quantum tunnel, and the golden needle in the old Chinese doctor's hand was resonating with SpaceX's Starlink satellite.

Countless memories from time and space flooded into his mind at the same time, and he finally understood that the cracks in the tiles were the source code from three thousand years ago, and his own blood was the best carrier for the compilation program.

"Tianhui Medical Manual is not a book," the old man's voice was mixed with electromagnetic noise, "it is an anti-virus program..."

When Zhang Yu grabbed the floating bronze hilt, the Internet in the entire northern hemisphere suddenly crashed.

During the three-second global darkness, all Internet-connected devices automatically played the Sanxingdui archaeological documentary, and the bronze sacred tree blossomed into data lotuses on billions of screens.

The smell of disinfectant sticks to my nose like a spider web.

When Zhang Yu counted to the seventh drop of glucose, he finally confirmed that this was not a prop IV bottle on the set.

The sunlight penetrated the gaps in the blinds, leaving light and dark lines on the ground like bronze patterns, reminding him of the tiles covered with oracle bone inscriptions in his dream.

"You've been in a coma for three days." The sound of Director Li pushing the door startled the sparrows on the windowsill.

The man was wearing a navy blue shirt with a stand-up collar, and the hospital bracelet on his left wrist had been replaced with a small-leaf red sandalwood bracelet. "There was an electric leakage accident in the props group, and the entire operating room scene was burned down."

Zhang Yu's fingertips unconsciously stroked the corner of the quilt. The touch under the pure cotton fabric was terrifyingly real, but he clearly remembered the suffocating feeling of the bronze solution flowing over his throat.

When Bai Bing came in holding lilies, he noticed that the edge of the rose tattoo on the female producer's collarbone was a little blurred, like a tattoo that had been soaked in water.

"Guo Yu was in a car accident." Bai Bing trimmed the branches neatly, and the sound of the scissors opening and closing reminded Zhang Yu of the cold light of a golden needle breaking through the air. "Now you are the best choice for the third male role."

The script of "Emergency Room Doctors" on the bedside table was suddenly blown away by the wind.

Zhang Yu saw the comments next to his name, and the handwriting was exactly the same as the handwriting his father had written on the prescription in his dream.

When he wanted to take a closer look, a nurse came in pushing a treatment cart to change the dressing. The surgical scissors in the metal tray glowed coldly.

The rebuilt emergency room in the film and television city was filled with a burning smell.

Zhang Yu stood in front of the ruins and found bronze crystals condensed on the melted remains of the monitor.

The props leader kicked away the deformed infusion stand while cursing. The sound of metal collision awakened a certain memory of Zhang Yu - in the warehouse of the building materials city in a parallel time and space, the scales of Lao Wang also made a similar sound when he mutated.

"This is your new contract." Bai Bing's high heels rolled over the charred ground, and the document bag exuded the scent of ambergris.

When Zhang Yu turned to the pay number, a CT scan slid out, showing a chip-like shadow inside Guo Yu's skull.

When the shadowless lights on the set came on, Zhang Yu's temples began to throb.

The attending physician he played had to declare the patient brain dead in this scene, and the extra lying on the operating table had a blue spot behind his ear, exactly the same as the extra who suddenly fell ill in the dream.

“Action!”

Zhang Yu felt a sudden pain in the pocket of his white coat.

In reality, the lining that should have been empty actually felt like a cold golden needle.

When he instinctively took out the silver needle, the entire set suddenly fell silent - everyone maintained the action of the previous second, like a movie scene with the pause button pressed.

"You really did bring the key." Director Li's voice came from the void.

The man walked out of the frozen time, and the clapperboard in his hand turned into half a bronze jade halberd. "Guo Yu's car accident was not an accident. It was a token of his loyalty to the Jianmu system."

Bai Bing's rose tattoo suddenly came to life.

The branches of flowers were wrapped around the necks of everyone present, and the sharp spikes piercing the veins were drawing blood.

Zhang Yu's golden needle flew out of his hand and split into the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams in the air. Each hexagram reflected images from different time and space: the oracle bone tiles in the warehouse of the building materials city, the bronze sacred tree of Sanxingdui, and the conference room of Genting Capital where a financing agreement was being signed.

When the golden needle pierced Bai Bing's Tanzhong acupoint, time began to flow again.

There were exclamations one after another on the set, and Zhang Yu discovered that the silver needle in his hand had turned into medical tweezers at some point.

Director Li was clapping in front of the monitor, as if the time and space freeze just now had never happened.

The wrap-up banquet was held at an antique restaurant in the film and television city.

Zhang Yu went up to the terrace under the pretext of getting some fresh air and discovered that the arrangement of the Big Dipper matched the pattern on the bronze hilt in his dream exactly.

The cell phone suddenly received a MMS from an unknown number. In the photo, there was a ventilator engraved with cloud and thunder patterns on the bedside of Guo Yu's ward, and the brain wave pattern on the monitor was forming the Morse code for "help".

When the night wind blew away the smell of Maotai liquor, Zhang Yu touched the golden needle in the inner pocket of his white coat.

This object, which should not exist in reality, is now emitting the unique glow of bronze artifacts unearthed.

When he pierced his fingertip with a needle, the DNA double helix structure that emerged in the blood drop was exactly the same as the pattern on the Sanxingdui golden staff.