[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

The hunter, who had never met before, notified on her mobile phone that the task was completed. The next moment, Kunna called. Miaomiao wiped away the tears from her eyes and congratulated her on her return. "I have a hunch that you are going to do something very dangerous. Really, really happy."

She held the phone in one hand, and took out the door key from her bag with the other, but she didn't expect that the door would open automatically with a light touch.

She looked hesitantly at the palm-wide crack in the door, and couldn't remember whether she had closed the door when she left home in the morning.

At this time, Kunna had already said the last sentence in the microphone, her voice was a little low, rustling like tears, "Thank you, and I'm sorry for making you so worried."

Miao Miao lowered her head and smiled, "Tell me why you see outsiders."

As the phone was hung up, a long tone of "Didi" came from the phone's microphone, and the boulder that weighed on her heart, which made her dazed, still fell to the ground.

Although she didn't rely on fate, the arrival of this joyful event still made her uncontrollably boil a little, and the warm spring light that was originally warm was now bright and almost holy light.

Light is the most deceptive.

So it is undeniable that it is also beautiful.

The coast coated with a layer of soft white light is full of joy, and the voice of a child is faintly heard coming from the dense buildings downhill.

Accompanied by the child's light laughter, a swallow kite tied with a thin rope emerged from the building with red tiles and white walls, flying high and low, being pulled by the child and blown by the wind , as if a free soul was flapping its wings in the city.

"What keeps our souls from being too far from the earth"

These words suddenly came to Xinghe's ear.

The aria-like tone is like singing in a noble palace, and it is also like a child who has been brutally abused in an inferior theater to maintain a pure and pure voice.

He opened his eyes, and what he could see was a vast and translucent mirror surface. His feet felt cold to the touch, with the unique coldness of inanimate matter. Wall agates, river-fill gems and all the curiosities of heaven.

He walked forward, and there was no trace of the flow of time here. I don't know how far he walked, and he bumped into a mirror or glass that was not coated with mercury, and his shadow left an afterimage on it. .

He has been here before, long, long ago, when he was locked in the ice coffin for the first time, he had a long and tortuous dream here, and he dreamed that everything in the past had changed and disappeared.

"Because of feelings."

The strange emphasis sounded again.

"It binds our souls and brings us infinitely closer to the earth."

"Then the emotion is gone"

Looking down at Xinghe, the light source in this world is very strange, there is no luminous thing, but the faint light is everywhere, and you can almost see the light spots floating here like feathers, in groups. The light will be connected in clusters to form a river, and the vast soup is like a bright galaxy, showing incomparable brilliance, almost miraculous.

I don't know where the light source came from, it may be from the top of the head, or it may be from all directions, firmly binding his shadow under his feet. If the mirror surface has depth, then there must be the same galaxy standing in the solidified material.

Xinghe lowered his head, the place where he should have been standing was invaded.

In the reflection, stretching down from his feet, is a carved puppet painted with yellow glaze, with bright red like cinnabar on its cheeks.

As Xinghe squatted down, the puppet repeated the same movement.

Xinghe clenched his fists and rushed to the ground. He originally thought it was a dream, but he changed his mind when he saw this puppet.

"It's useless."

"This is a dream."

The puppet no longer imitates Xinghe. Although its feet are still connected to Xinghe, the puppet stands up and salutes Xinghe.

"Since it's the second time we've met, we don't want to exchange many pleasantries."

"Briefly introduce, I am God."

"Using things you are familiar with as an example, I am the god who is often defined in literature, the believed, omnipotent god."

"The God who controls the present, distorts the past, and manipulates the future."

"I can tell by the look in your eyes that you don't trust me, but suspicion is a common problem of intelligent creatures."

The puppet raised its fingers and shook its joints, "God's first prophecy, you will meet old friends."

Xinghe got up from the bed in a hurry, his black hair drooped, his eyes as transparent as emeralds and pearls were once again attacked by the cold air of the extremely cold place, the ice layer froze, and everything was about to die, his premonition came true, and he again An encounter with this strange creature.

The light from the sky shines through the light blue curtains, covering the body with a layer of fuzzy tulle, subtly blending with the half-dark interior.

Existing on another extremely dangerous continent, breaking the hearts of human beings with deceitful language, what is this creature

Xinghe, who originally wanted to leave in a few days, ordered Shizheng to stop the time-traveling machine, "There are other tasks." He gave some information obtained in the mirror world to Shizheng for them to study.

He used to think that the mirror world was a product of political affairs, but the dream last night made him understand that there is another mystery in it.

There is a saying that people in the turbulent history often pass through the time point that makes future generations capitalize close-ups unconsciously, only to be reminded by others and realize that they have also stood at the forefront of the historical tide, doing Witnesses of the times.

Some major events often happen silently and silently.

So, what the hell is Selins' daughter?

Between him and the mirror, besides his body being destroyed after breaking the mirror, is there any other connection?

Xinghe lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The quilt was as pitiful as a pickled vegetable. He lay crumpled on the bed. Xinghe stared at the quilt for five seconds, but finally walked to the bathroom ruthlessly and began to brush his teeth and wash his face. .

This made him feel subtly that he was still a human being.

Walking out of the temporarily rented small courtyard, he came to a nearby cafe, chose a place by the window and ordered a drink. He took out the magazine under his arm and randomly picked one from the small bookshelf on the right side of the coffee shop door. Putting it on the table, accompanied by the warm sunshine that makes people fall asleep, Xinghe glanced at the title, Artistic Life.

Talk about sculpture, aesthetics, and Polica's recent emerging painting genres.

It was introduced above that a painter from Polica wanted to create a new art genre based on Impressionism, so as to better express the beauty of the scenery on the Polica coast.

Some critics named this painter "Leading Artist".

Ridiculous painters' poor painting skills are worse than graffiti of three-year-old children, saying that Polica Impressionism is just trying to add a little political capital to itself.

"Maybe you think that you can rely on some power to become the founder of a school, so as to cover up your painter who is worse than a three-year-old child's graffiti, maybe there are some people who are trying to cover up for you. A fox tail."

Xinghe flipped through this boring art magazine, while thinking about how to deal with the "puppet" in his head, he asked the waiter for a pen and paper, and unconsciously depicted the works in his artistic life on it.

"He's always alone."

"He often sat in the window seat of the cafe from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, and rarely left his seat"

The little boy in front of Kuroro was stumbling and describing what he saw to the person in front of him. This person gave him five thousand nuns to keep him under surveillance and report the situation of another person.

The little boy was skinny and bony, not because he was hungry all year round, but because he was thin due to his height growth during the growth period. The skin on his body showed a brownish yellow color under the wind and sun, as if he had been dug out of a coal pile.

He didn't know what this young man with the white scarf tied on his forehead wanted to do, but the five thousand precepts were worthless.

"Thank you." The young man's voice was gentle, like a polite young scholar, "Please read it again."

The little black-skinned boy nodded and ran out carelessly.

Rushing outside the cafe again, the little boy originally wanted to go back to the corner with a good view as before, but this time the crisp sound of knocking on the glass startled him.

The handsome man he had only seen on TV and star pictures no longer read magazines, but knocked on the glass on his right, and after the little boy stopped, he held up three fingers against the glass.

three times.

the third time.

The little boy was very witty and instantly understood what the man meant.

This is the third time he has come to see him, and these three times were all discovered by men, nothing more than three incidents.

The little boy smiled innocently, showing his white teeth, bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, sorry, you're so pretty."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly ran away.

The boy came back alive.

Seeing the still smiling and happy little boy, Kuroro knew that he could make a conclusion. During the 14 years of his disappearance, Xinghe had undergone changes that could not be ignored.

What a change.

Kuroro closed the book, and handed over the remaining balance of two thousand five nuns to the little boy as agreed, "Thank you for your hard work. Now that you've been discovered, let's stop here."

He bid farewell to the little boy, tidied up the neckline and cuffs, and carefully observed his fingertips to make sure that there was no blood stuck anywhere that hadn't been cleaned up, and that there was no subtle death smell on his body that stained his skin and penetrated into his bones.

Holding the historical document with an old cover that exposed the khaki inside, Kuroro got up and walked towards the cafe.

I don't know where he has been in the past few years. I don't know if I can ask.

However, if Xinghe is drunk, the chances of this may increase a bit out of nothing.

When Xinghe merged with the artistic life, an old man met unexpectedly.

The young man with black hair and black eyes with a bandage on his head put the historical documents in his hand on the table, and pulled away the chair opposite Xinghe, "If I didn't double check, I can't believe you have come back."

"Galaxy."