The house is money, the story is life

According to Ling San, Zhou Tang was dragged back by him that day.

Lingsan rushed to the scene through the network channel not long after Zhou Tang was in a coma. When he went, the man in black had already left, Zhou Tang fell to the ground, and Liu Liu leaned against the wall, one with eyes closed and the other with eyes open. They are all completely unconscious.Lingsan didn't know what happened, so he searched around and didn't see Xia Shi, so he took away the clothes he dropped on the floor, and brought the other two back to Hang Yiwei's house - the Internet was really busy at this time. He reckoned that it might be inconvenient to drag two people, so he didn't take the aisle and took a taxi directly.

During the whole process, Zhou Tang didn't wake up.Ling San felt a big bag on the back of his head, and was a little worried that something might happen to him, so he asked Master Lu to show him when he came back, and was scolded by the software who was not professionally qualified.Liuliu's inspection went smoothly. When Zhou Tang woke up, she was surrounded by a circle of people. 360 Cheetah Rising Little Red Umbrella Kaspersky, both Chinese and English, were trying to delete her body together. The "virus" in it.

Zhou Tang sat up from the sofa, looked left and right for a while, and asked, "What about summer time?"

Zero Three showed him the clothes she carried back.

Zhou Tang was silent.He thought of his dream just now, in which he and Xia Shi had just met; he also thought of an unfounded statement that dreams are always reversed—what happens in dreams, doesn’t happen in reality, There is something in the dream, but it will not exist in reality.

The corners of his lips twitched, and he tightened them again soon. His eyes passed over the stack of clothes and looked out the window.

The heavy rain still didn't stop, and the water splashed on the window glass one by one, lingering, trembling, sliding, and dragging out a tortuous trajectory.

Hang Yiwei came in from outside the house, followed by Jiechou, who turned into a ghost, who seemed to be very happy with a book in his arms.Zhou Tang and them nodded lightly, counting it as a greeting; Hang Yiwei responded, waved Jiechou aside, turned his head and wanted to tell Zhou Tang what had happened, but was gently pulled by Ling San Yuzu, mouthed him, now is not the time.

"Then what time is it?" He also made a mouth shape to ask, and the movement of his lips was exaggerated.Ling San didn't answer, went out to pour a glass of water for Zhou Tang, his eyes were still looking at the big bag on the back of Zhou Tang's head - he always felt that Zhou Tang should check it first.People are very fragile things, and that bag seems to be very painful, not to mention people are always fragile.

But Zhou Tang acted like a normal person, he didn't even hum.Thank you, took the water, drank it slowly, eyes still looking at the rain outside the window.Hang Yiwei waited impatiently, asked a few words, turned around and was about to leave, when Zhou Tang said, "It's not about the body, it's about the soul."

Hang Yiwei suddenly turned around, only to find that Zhou Tang was talking to the cheetah in the corner—this group of antivirus software was discussing in a low voice about antivirus for Liuliu, and when Zhou Tang heard it, he said this.

"Someone wrote another story in her soul, covering her original story—that's what Xia Shi said."

Zhou Tang spoke this sentence very slowly, especially when certain words were involved.Ling San heard it, but Hang Yiwei didn't, so he asked directly: "What happened to Xia Shi? What are you doing? You are always so secretive, how can someone help you?"

"I'm not sure if I need someone else to help me now." Zhou Tang sighed, put down the water glass, put his legs off the sofa, turned to Hang Yiwei, and said seriously: "Xia Shi didn't tell me everything, I don't understand it very comprehensively... In short, let's talk about it in general first. I will trouble you."

Ling San voluntarily and consciously went to help him pour water. As soon as he went out, he heard Zhou Tang say: "Things... well, let's start with a child named Sen Luo."

He still suspected that the instigator of this incident had something to do with the nightwalkers they had offended, so he told the whole story about Luo Mozhong from the time he first met Sen Luo, and then talked about the appearance of Jiechou—when he said this, this The owner of the name was sitting in the corner reading a book with relish, and didn’t pay any attention to them. Hang Yiwei explained that what he was holding was a limited signed edition, and he was more excited now——after Qiao Yueqiong, Liuliu , A wave of weird and powerful attacks.Until the end, Xia Shi was lost by a book...

"Hearing what you mean, the other party is clearly here for Xia Shi." After listening to Zhou Tang's words, Hang Yiwei stroked his chin thoughtfully.Zhou Tang nodded: "Xia Shi said the same thing. Whether it's the trap in the story or the book, it's all aimed at him. It was just a cover to attack me at the beginning..."

When Zhou Tang said this, he stopped.He suddenly realizes his real role in the whole thing - he's not a cover, he's the bait.The other party used him as bait from the beginning to the end, to catch Xia Shi, a big fish - was written into the soul story and was attacked, it was him who was unlucky, and Xia Shi was wasted on this matter It was Xia Shi who had the power; in order to get rid of Qiao Yueqiong for him, Xia Shi went to explore the truth of the matter, and ended up falling into a hidden trap; even in the end, the reason why Xia Shi disappeared was because he came to save him and ignored the book... …

Zhou Tang's complexion slowly changed.The tense facial muscles suddenly twisted, as if cracks had appeared in a plaster cast.

Just when he was running around for Bai Xisheng, he still felt that in this world full of spirits and capable people, he could do something independently instead of following Xia Shi all the time, pretending to be calm, actually Trembling, reluctantly enduring being out of tune with this weird world; just when he felt that he was stronger, the reality sneered and showed him the facts.

A fact that is extremely dream-like, the kind of nightmare that makes people unwilling to look back at it a second time when they wake up.

Zhou Tang didn't say it all the time, but the fact is that since he woke up, his whole body was empty, as if a piece of his soul was missing, and he didn't even have the strength to be sad and angry.Subconsciously, he always doesn't believe in the fact that summer time has disappeared, and always feels that he will appear in the next second; but now he realizes that this "next second" may never come, and one of the reasons is himself.

The belated emotions began to spread, and some new things were added this time, slowly spreading in the bottom of my heart, dripping out a tortuous track, like rain on glass.

Hang Yiwei touched his nose and looked at him, not sure whether he should continue to ask questions at this time.Zero Three came in quietly, holding a silver cross in his hand.

Zhou Tang suddenly raised his head, and Zero San imitated Hang Yiwei's way and touched his nose, then held up the thing in his hand to show him: "I just picked this up in the living room, do you think it's yours? "

Zhou Tang stared blankly at the rather exaggerated silver cross earring, and said after a while, "This is from Xia Shi."

After Xu Zhengran's incident, he gave it to Xia Shi.

"Oh, that's it. It probably fell out accidentally when I took the clothes." Lingsan said, and wanted to put the earrings back into Xia Shi's pocket. When he looked up, he saw Zhou Tang still staring blankly Looking at this earring, his heart moved, and he handed this earring over again: "Here you are."

"Ah? Thank you." Zhou Tang reached out to take the earrings, stroked the smooth metal surface with his fingers, and suddenly laughed: "I don't know, he always keeps this..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

A little white light reflected in his pupils.

The white light floated from the center of the cross, getting brighter and bigger, until it finally turned into a small ball of light the size of a fist.A small figure emerged from it, stretching its hands and feet. It was no more than three inches long, but its eyebrows were clear.

The white light gradually faded, he opened his eyes, and a familiar voice came out of his mouth: "Good afternoon, I'm hungry."