eyes outside the box

A box the size of an A4 paper, simple toy dolls, and simple furniture to match the dolls.

As the true owner of the name "Duan Jiuze", the young man squatted on the box toilet, staring at the toy box on the cloud for a long time, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

The doll in the box is just a simple idea of ​​Duan Jiuze.Originally, I wanted to think that the process of chasing the truth in the short paragraph in the box was very pleasing, but he came to the end. If Duan Jiuze wanted to continue watching the story, he could only continue to reset the plot.

But, maybe it was the little paragraph in the box, the last glance that made Duan Jiuze, whose eyes were always glued to the box, change his mind.

Even if we continue to set the plot and let the villain in the box continue to live under his own name, how meaningful is it?It's just watching a movie or TV show.

Duan Jiuze stood up slowly, raised his eyes, looked at the endless white clouds, turned around again, and returned to the plane.

When teasing the villain in the box, Duan Jiuze clearly found it very interesting, but when the toy villain turned back into a toy again, everything seemed to return to being boring again.

Duan Jiuze could imagine what kind of surprise and resentment the little Duan in the box felt in his heart.

Because in this world, there is Duan Jiuze, but there is no Yang Bowen in the box.Not before, and never will be.

As for the world in the box, once it stops itself, even a small section will cease to exist.

Everything seems to be back to the original point.

Duan Jiuze raised his head and looked at the sky above the white clouds, but he didn't see those brown eyes again.

The body does not feel tired, does not need to sleep, but the mind is extremely tired.

Duan Jiuze walked back to the cabin, passed the couple who were still holding hands tightly at the critical moment of life and death, passed the young mother who was holding the child, avoided the helpless child, and returned to his seat, planning to take a nap for a while—even though his body was not healthy. Tired feeling.

Just when Duan Jiuze closed his eyes, there was a sound similar to an object falling to the ground.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Duan Jiuze quickly scanned around, looking at everything on the plane.Lower your gaze, carefully look for things on the ground, look for things that may have just dropped on the ground.

A delicate brooch?

Duan Jiuze picked up the brooch and let it go from different heights, listening to the sound of the brooch falling to the ground.

But not.

The spilled hard candies, the cherry hairpins that fell to the corner, the broken bracelets that were trampled on...

None of the voices were the ones Duan Jiuze had heard before.

After a long search without success, Duan Jiuze even wondered if he was hallucinating.After all, everything in this space is static, except for everything on Duan Jiuze, except for that magical toy box, no one or anything is flowing.

Maybe... I was really hallucinating.

Duan Jiuze thought that after staying alone for a long time, these hallucinations might appear.Maybe in the next moment, he will fall into a real or illusory world just like Duan in the box.

Lying on the white clouds, Duan Jiuze no longer had the strange excitement of lying on it for the first time.

Taking a good look at the sky above the sky, Duan Jiuze looked forward to the reappearance of those brown eyes that appeared a long time ago.

When he saw those eyes for the first time, Duan Jiuze was completely shocked. Before he could react, those eyes disappeared again.

After that, no matter how eager Duan Jiuze was, he never saw her again.

After lying flat on the white clouds for a long time, Duan Jiuze decided to lie down on the soft seat in the cabin.

get up...

get up?

Can't get up! ?

Duan Jiuze's eyes widened, but he remained motionless.On the contrary, he felt more and more clearly the rapid loss of strength in his body.

"Crack-"

Hearing the voice again, Duan Jiuze lay on the white clouds, his heart filled with unbelievable panic.

That voice is definitely not an auditory hallucination!Moreover, the sound was in the entire space, not the single sound of objects falling to the ground that Duan Jiuze thought when he heard the sound for the first time.

Staring straight at the sky above the sky, Duan Jiuze intuited what he could observe from that place - the brown eyes that appeared only once appeared there.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

???

Duan Jiuze felt that he seemed to hear the voice of someone speaking, but the language seemed to be another language, not Chinese, not English, and not Arabic...

Duan Jiuze likes to listen to songs in small languages, all kinds of songs in small languages, not to mention tens of thousands, thousands of songs have been heard, but the language just now is not at all that Duan Jiuze has heard, any language.

"Like...the country...in the 21st century..."

The intermittent voice seemed to be trying to translate something, but the words could not be made into sentences, and it was difficult for Duan Jiuze to understand what he was talking about.

The vision that had been staring at the top gradually became blurred, and the eyelids weighed more than a thousand pounds. Duan Jiuze had no strength to keep them open, so he just let himself go and closed his eyes for rest.

"I like Ze to live, Jiliguala is no longer a country, and Jiliguala is placed in the 27th century Jiliguala blog post. Chiliguala lala."

blog post?

Yang Bowen? !

Isn't Yang Bowen an imaginary character he imagined in that A4-sized box?What did that person mean by the blog post just now?the same name?

Duan Jiuze tried his best to concentrate his consciousness and listen carefully to what the other party said, but apart from the bunch of incomprehensible languages, Duan Jiuze didn't hear any useful information.

I don't know how long it took, when Duan Jiuze's hearing seemed to be slowly degrading, he heard a voice from the sky above the sky again, but this time the voice was older.

"Crackling."

"Who?"

The other party first said something excitedly, using a language that Duan Jiuze could not understand.

After a while, he spoke at a very slow speed, in a language familiar to Duan Jiuze, with the word order reversed.

Duan Jiuze simply straightened out that passage, the general idea is as follows——

First of all, as a teacher, I would like to express my apologies on behalf of the students for breaking the artifact because of the students' mistakes.

Secondly, because the artifact is too old, many details have been damaged. Just now I tried to translate the ancient characters attached to the artifact, but it is not comprehensive enough, please forgive me.

In the end, due to limited capacity, even if we repair carefully, we cannot guarantee the result of the repair.If the data is lost, you may not be able to wake up again.Or, when you wake up, you are no longer in this state. "

After Duan Jiuze listened patiently, there was only one feeling: being trapped.

According to what the owner of the voice said, the space where Duan Jiuze is located is a kind of... divine artifact?

What is data loss, may not be able to wake up again?Or wake up and no longer be yourself in this state?

"Sacred storage device?"

"This is an ancient technology of the 27th century. It can compress the human spirit in the form of data and store it in this fixed space. The specific reason is that the cultural relics are too rare and damaged, so it is difficult to know."

"What age are you in now?"

Duan Jiuze accumulated what little power he had left, and finally choked out a complete sentence, when he heard the other party's old voice again: "Please speak slowly."

……

Duan Jiuze really didn't have much strength. In the end, he said two words angrily: "Years."

"It is now 3499. The artifact is an important research project for us, please rest assured, we..."

Duan Jiuze couldn't hear anything behind.

But at the last moment before completely falling into darkness, Duan Jiuze suddenly remembered a photo - it was a photo of him and Yang Bowen that Duan in the box saw in a certain world.

In the photo, Yang Bowen was still a college freshman, standing in front of the main entrance of the university, standing closely with Duan Jiuze, his face was full of youth and vitality.

The weather that day was probably very nice and sunny.In the photo, Yang Bowen didn't even have a shadow on his face.

Before the spirit is compressed and stored in this space as data, is there any relationship between myself and Yang Bowen?

It's a pity... darkness swallows everything, and consciousness is no longer there.

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