What if there are no inhibitors?

He has been sitting here for an hour.

I found that people here like to hold one, which is similar to the black brick he just touched.

This thing can actually talk to people, and you can check out and buy things.

It is certain that this black brick is a tool that he used in his original world and "terminal brain".

Picking up the black brick on the bench, a light green smart logo in the shape of a fingerprint flashed on the black screen.

This should be smart fingerprint recognition, right?

Song Zhiwei pursed his lower lip and pressed down with his thumb.

Unlocked successfully.

In order to understand the world more quickly, he concentrates on playing with "bricks".

The noon sun is gradually setting in the west.

Although I didn't know what Zhihu, Baidu, and Weibo were at first.

But after a few hours of understanding, it is probably clear.

Fortunately, this world has the same network as his original world.

And the network can know a lot of things.

He learned that this world, regardless of information, transportation, technology, medicine... is a little behind his original world, but this world is relatively peaceful.

It's not like the border of his original world has been fighting.

And the food in this world looks delicious, but I don’t know if it’s true. If you have the chance, you must try it.

After looking around, he felt a little better, and he could handle many things by himself.

But there are still two difficulties.

First: There are no traces of companion beasts in this world, not even recorded in history.

This made him very helpless.

Fortunately, Ruanruan will not get sick and will not eat, drink, and scatter. As long as he is not sick or injured, Ruanruan will live in his own spiritual realm.

Second: He doesn't know how to face the original social relationship of this body.

He now knows that black bricks are called mobile phones.There are also two social software, WeChat and QQ, and he was in a bit of a mixed mood when he flipped through them.

I don't know if he is violating other people's privacy or using his own things legally.

After looking around, he found that the original owner of this body had a transparent life circle, had no friends, only added some classmates, and didn't chat all year round.

However, a few people asked him to borrow money for a long time, and the transfer records were all borrowed but not repaid.

The notes are "Dad" and "Mom" have a good quality of life, but they don't show their faces.

There is a single one called "h" in the album.

When you click on it, there are all photos of a boy. This boy has a handsome appearance, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his clothes are always dressed irregularly.

Song Zhiwei intuited that the person in the photo was not him, and several angles were clearly taken secretly.

He doesn't care about this strange boy. What he cares about is that there is a category of "family" in the photo album, but there are zero photos.

This hindered him too much from understanding the information, and he didn't know what the original owner's parents looked like. What if he couldn't recognize him standing in front of him?

The sticky note didn't record anything useful, after that it was in the address book.

He memorized the phone numbers marked as Dad and Mom.

Anyway, he will still call when he is desperate, but he is not yet mentally prepared and does not want to meet for the time being.

When the battery was only one percent, Song Zhiwei looked suspicious and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

After struggling for a minute, I turned on the camera and clicked on the "selfie" mode.

An eye-catching long red hair appeared on the phone first.

Then his eyes focused on that delicate and beautiful face.

The skin is fair, the eyes are big and energetic, and the lips seem to contain a cherry blossom petal.

"This, this, this..." Song Zhiwei's mood today was like riding a roller coaster, his almond eyes turned into squirrel eyes: "This is my own face?!"

I wanted to take a closer look at it, but the phone suddenly turned off automatically.

"Fuck, if I knew it was my own face, I wouldn't be so entangled."

"Hey." He suddenly stretched out on the chair and let out a sigh of relief.

He would be really awkward if it was someone else's face.

But after passing through, it was still his own face.

There must be a connection.

Holographic world?Another latitude?

He stroked the bright red hair and came closer to look at it, and clicked his tongue: "This hair is long and red, what's not mainstream...".

If it weren't for this hair color, this strange world and his mother tongue that he couldn't speak at all.

He would think that he was still alive on the original planet.

"Wait. What if I'm dreaming?"

Song Zhi held his mind, and quickly slapped himself across the face, quite hard.

A passerby holding a bun looked at him like a fool.

He grinned and touched his flushed face, a little disappointed: "It's not a dream."

He let out a dejected "hey".

Today's mood can be really twists and turns.

He doesn't want to do anything now, he is tired physically and emotionally, he just wants to close his eyes and sleep.

Maybe when you wake up, you will be in the original world.

Night falls.

The car lights, street lights, and the lights from the shops are intertwined, making the night in the strange world not too scary.

He curled up on the bench, gradually falling asleep.

—

Song Zhiwei was woken up by a noise. He opened his eyes in a daze, his body moved, "Hiss..." his whole body was sore.

The waist and ankles became sore, numb, and painful after a night of no treatment.

Like countless embroidery needles piercing his body, there is also a sense of powerlessness like a dislocation.

In front of him was the strange yet familiar street he saw yesterday, and his memory suddenly came back.

Yes, he passed through yesterday, he was beaten severely, and after being rescued, he made a fuss because the man pinched him softly.

After that, I randomly found a chair and sat down, because I wanted to quickly sort out the world, and I was too depressed, so I didn't move.Now the swollen place is not only not good, but also has a tendency to increase.

I regret not seeing a doctor in time.

Is he a pig?

However, he looked at his phone yesterday and was sure that he had money in Alipay and could also pay with fingerprints.

So now just go to a hospital and borrow a charger.

He leaned on the bench to stand up, but his right ankle really hurt and he couldn't use it at all.

Silly.

How should he go to the hospital?

Yesterday I only thought about whether I had money.Completely ignored the inevitable problem of how to travel.

How about... asking passers-by for help?

After searching the street for 10 minutes, everyone rushed forward with breakfast.

Song Zhiwei was too embarrassed to bother the busy people, and let passers-by pass by one after another.

But his right ankle was also in great pain, and he felt a little restless, and his eyes gradually became impatient.

Suddenly, a pair of beautiful sneakers appeared in front of his eyes.

His softness, once again ran out of the spiritual realm when he was not paying attention.

At this moment, she is obediently lying on the opponent's shoes, with her two front feet obediently holding the shoelaces.

Ruan Ruan is a rabbit, usually extremely afraid of strangers, he doesn't know what freak can make Ruan Ruan break through his control and get close to a stranger.

Song Zhiwei looked up.

This person has muscular calf muscles, loose sweatpants to the knees, and a breathable sweatshirt that looks very youthful.

He is tall, and although he has a cropped hair, he is still handsome and handsome.

Is it the kind person from yesterday? !

But at this moment, on the handsome running shoes of the good man, there was a white and soft rabbit with lop ears lying on its stomach out of season, and the rabbit's pink lips kissed the boy's shoelaces flatteringly.

Song Zhiwei collapsed and chatted in the spiritual world: Ruan Ruan!What are you doing? !

Ruanruan: This is a good person who can help us.

Song Zhiwei: What a fart!I'm afraid this good man wants to kill me.

He suddenly remembered something, if there is no companion beast in this world.

Then this person took Ruan Ruan as an ordinary house-raised rabbit yesterday.

So... he still has to apologize to the good guy?

"Cough." Song Zhiwei secretly glanced at Han Lu's expression.

With his hands in his pockets, Han Lu looked at the little rabbit on his shoe with great interest.

Song Zhiwei asked him, "Why are you here?"

Han Lu also wanted to know why.

He went out for a morning run as usual, and saw this snowball-like little white rabbit leaning against the side of the road tremblingly from a long distance away.

This rabbit is really too small, even a slightly bigger stray cat can play with it to death.

He paused slightly, and the rabbit hopped up to his feet as if in response.

By the way, he saw the rabbit owner looking around.

Song Zhiwei actually stayed at the exit of the alley yesterday, and he didn't seem to choose to go home.

He thinks this rabbit is very interesting, its appearance is well-behaved and spiritual.

For the sake of the little rabbit, he walked towards Song Zhiwei.

Seeing that Han Lu was not going to talk to him, Song Zhiwei whispered unwillingly: "I'm sorry..."

Han Lu raised his eyebrows.

Song Zhiwei spared the back of his head in embarrassment, apologizing is really much harder than fighting.

He patiently explained: "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. You saved me, but I'm still going to kill you."

"Ruan Ruan, this is this rabbit. It is my very, very, very important friend. I don't like others to touch it."

"Once someone touches it, I will get angry. I shouldn't have scolded you yesterday, I should have explained to you first..."

Han Lu looked down amusedly, and Song Zhiwei followed his gaze, feeling a little embarrassed.

That traitorous rabbit was so comfortable that it only used Han Lu's shoes as a bed.

It sticks to Han Lu so actively, it seems that its clamor yesterday was too much.

Moreover, the preferences of the companion beast mostly reflect the preferences of the owner.

The conscience of heaven and earth!He didn't mean that at all.

Han Lu asked him, "You didn't go home all night? Did you go to the hospital?"

Song Zhiwei shook the phone: "The phone is out of battery, it's too late to go to the hospital."

Han Lu bent down to hug Ruan Ruan, the little rabbit embraced Han Lu's thumb with both front feet, and hooked the corners of his mouth upwards.

The lifeblood was held in the palm of the hand, Song Zhiwei clenched his fists, and repeatedly considered between stopping, beating, and compromising.

The beautiful eyes gradually narrowed.

Although Song Zhiwei was a little ignorant yesterday, Han Lu didn't think it was necessary for him to argue with the "school bully".And the little rabbit is so cute, he said: "I'll take you to the hospital, follow if you want."

Song Zhiwei loosened his fist, forget it, anyway, good people don't know how private the rabbit is to him.

As long as he doesn't know, what shame do I have?

And it wasn't an unguarded touch like the first time, at best it was a little hot and itchy.

It's just that Song Zhiwei said a little embarrassedly: "My feet can't keep up."

His right foot was completely staggered from his ankle.

Han Lu gave a soft "tsk".

Song Zhiwei saw him swiping twice on his phone, and a car pulled up on the side of the road 2 minutes later.

The good man supported the rabbit with one hand, and lifted him up by his forearm with the other.

Song Zhiwei hopped on one foot and followed him into the car. The hand holding him was steady, his undulating muscles were tight, and he looked very secure.

After getting in the car, Song Zhiwei said sincerely, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Han Lu hooked his soft chin, "Your pet is very cute."

His soft and comfortable eyes narrowed, and he lay on the palm of his hand.

**of.

Song Zhiwei's tailbone numb: "Don't touch!"