I swapped my life with me

The scarlet moonlight shines gently in the dark bedroom through the half-opened casement.

Mu Xuesong opened his eyes in a haze.

He appears to be sitting at a desk with the window to the left.

A night breeze crept in through the open window, and Mu Xuesong shook his head, feeling a lot more awake.

There are countless voices in my ear, some whispering, some cursing loudly, it is really noisy and loud, making those who hear it frown.

"...That old bastard Fante, it's just two bottles of wine, and he won't let me pay on credit!"

"...Spicy chicken ghetto! Hot chicken poor people!"

"Hmph... When I get to the top one day, I will definitely trample all of you under my feet!"

Well, what kind of low-level speech is this.

Mu Xuesong picked out his ears, glanced at the wall not far in front of him, and thought that the sound insulation effect of this room was pretty good, and it was not the same.

Just as he was thinking, a hoarse male voice spoke very close to him.

"What are you in a daze for? You have read this page for 2 minutes."

Unexpectedly, there were other people beside him, Mu Xuesong turned his head, and was surprised to find that the person who made the sound seemed to be a black cat lying on the window sill.

It is as long as the forearm of an adult, and it is covered with short black hair. There are only two vertical golden pupils shining brightly in the moonlight. At first glance, it looks like two priceless topaz .

Mu Xuesong stared at the cat for a few seconds, and the latter squinted at him: "What's the matter with you? Are you stupid from reading, or are you dissatisfied with what I just said?"

The curses from the next door came again, and the black cat flicked its tail, and said in disgust: "This idiot, Piccolo, must have not taken out living expenses from his father, and he is still going crazy at night."

After finishing speaking, the cat lowered its long tail, slapped Mu Xuesong's shoulders moderately, and urged: "Turn the page quickly, I've finished reading this part, hurry up."

The lofty posture and tone of voice seemed to be the master here, and the young man on the chair was just a humble servant helping him turn the pages of the book.

Mu Xuesong didn't care too much, he casually turned over a page of paper spread out on the table, lowered his head, glanced at the content on the paper, and then realized that it was not a printed book as he imagined, but a book written by someone himself. Written manuscripts.

The book is very thick, and the author's handwriting is procrastinated and not very neat, so it is quite strenuous to read.

He only glanced briefly, and felt that the articles in it were a bit like a self-reported travelogue of ghosts, occasionally obscure mathematical formulas were mixed in, and he didn't know what the meaning was, anyway, it was inexplicable.

Mu Xuesong: "?"

what is this.

Advanced math problem? Is it a teaching easter egg in "Fantasy Story Club"? ?

Also, are all cats so awesome now?Not only can talk, but also fucking read stories?

The corners of Mu Xuesong's mouth twitched slightly, the fear that his body and mind were dominated by mathematics instantly woke him up from his stupor.

With his fingertips, he gently rubbed the yellowed and curled paper in his hand, temporarily ignoring the cat, but looking sideways at the surrounding environment.

This house is about fifteen square meters. There are very few furniture and decorations in the room, only a single bed, a chair, two large cabinets and a scratched wooden desk.The style of these furniture is very old and looks rather shabby.

The young man turned his head, looked past the black cat with a dissatisfied expression, and finally turned to the silent city shrouded in night outside the window.

Although it was approaching midnight at this time, Mu Xuesong could still roughly tell that this should be a city with a classical Western European style.

However, since most of the buildings he entered did not look prosperous, and were even a little dilapidated, he felt that calling it a "city" was an exaggeration.

Well, let's call it a small town.

He rested his fingers on the edge of the table, felt the rough wood texture under his fingertips, and muttered to himself, "Am I dreaming? It's so real, could it be that I've traveled through time?"

"Strange... What was I doing before I came here...?"

The black cat didn't hear his whisper: "Mu, what are you talking to yourself?"

Mu Xuesong didn't answer, but murmured in his heart with a deep expression: This cat knows "I", which means that "I" lived here before, and it wasn't that my body passed through suddenly.So, according to the plots in general novels and TV dramas, this is probably... Which unlucky ghost is my soul attached to?

Black Cat: "Hey, Mu Xue, you're ignoring my question again!"

Seeing that the cat on the window sill was about to explode, Mu Xuesong turned over the pages of the book and comforted him, "Ah, sorry. I'm a little sleepy, and my mind was distracted just now."

At the same time, he secretly slandered: Very good, there is only one word difference between my name and it is indeed fate that made me appear here.

The black cat looked at him suspiciously, and then looked at the book again: "It's only past midnight, and you actually feel sleepy... Is your insomnia getting better?"

It turns out that "I" suffered from insomnia before.Mu Xuesong rubbed his chin, thinking about how to answer.

At this moment, the curses from next door became more and more loud, and they began to attack the neighbors indiscriminately.

The black cat stood up impatiently, slapped its tail on the window sill, and said in a low voice: "Humans are really annoying creatures. You stay here, and I will tell Piccolo to shut up."

After finishing speaking, it added: "Also, turn the page when I come back, and don't allow yourself to secretly read the content behind, otherwise I will break up with you for a week."

Mu Xuesong waved his hand, motioning for it to roll away.

He waited for the cat to turn around and jump down the window sill, and disappeared into the night without a sound. Then he pushed away the chair, stood up, and slowly paced around the room.

To tell the truth, the house is really pitifully small.

Mu Xuesong touched the power switch by the door, first turned on the chandelier above his head, then pulled open the door, and looked outside to observe the situation.

Outside the door is a narrow corridor, about twelve or three meters long, with a dim light bulb hanging only at the corners of the first and last ends, so that the residents in the rooms on both sides can barely see the situation in the passage.

Probably to save costs, the floor and walls in the corridor have no obvious traces of decoration, and they are dusty everywhere, looking shabby as hell.And the only "decoration" among them is probably the brown metal plate nailed to each door, symbolizing the house number.

Mu Xuesong looked back at his own door, which was marked with "[-]".

Mu Xuesong: "Hey, what an auspicious number."

After delivering his speech, the young man just stood at the door, listening quietly to the chaotic noises from every household.

The resident on the opposite side was coughing intermittently, as if suffering from severe flu or lung disease. In a room on the right, a woman was sobbing, and occasionally children's screams and adults' reprimands could be heard.

However, among them, the most noticeable thing is the crazy curse of the neighbor named "Bick" on his left.

Mu Xuesong stood there for a few seconds, then turned around and went back to the room, closing the door behind him.

"If they didn't all speak Chinese, here would be like a European town with backward technology." He muttered: "A small shabby house, an old cat monster, and all kinds of strange neighbors. Good Well, it seems that 'I' had a very hard life before."

After investigating the surrounding environment, the next step is to determine the identity of the original owner.

Mu Xuesong looked around, and before the black cat came back, he quickly checked the things in the house.

At this time, I have to mention one more thing. Fortunately, the original owner lived in a very poor life, and there were really not many places to hide things in this small dilapidated house.

Soon, Mu Xuesong found a dark brown money bag under the pillow of the single bed.

He opened it and looked through it. Inside the purse lay several banknotes, more than 20 brass coins, and a strange metal card.

The young man took out the card and shook it in his hand, surprisingly he didn't feel much weight.

This metal card is about the size of a business card, with a thickness of 0.5 mm, and the whole body is silver-gray. Although it is made of metal, it does not reflect light under the light, as if it is made of some kind of light-absorbing material.

One side of the card is bare, and the lower left corner of the other side is painted with a blue badge consisting of a star and a scepter, and a strange symbol is debossed in the lower right corner, which at first glance looks like a half-closed eye .

"It's pretty good-looking, but it's definitely not an ID card." Mu Xuesong murmured in a low voice, "Could it be a membership card somewhere?"

In addition to the money bag under the pillow, in the two cabinets placed against the wall, there are several dark clothes, an empty backpack, two or three old books, pens and inks, daily necessities, and some Containing strange liquids and powders, glass bottles and tin cans of unknown purpose.

During the quick search, Mu Xuesong was lucky enough to find a full-length full-length mirror inlaid on the inside of the door and covered with tiny scratches in the second cabinet.

So, at this moment, Mu Xuesong was finally able to stand in front of the mirror and take a good look at what his "self" looks like now.

I saw the young man in the mirror wearing a set of black underwear. He looked 25 or 1.8 years old, and his height was about [-] meters five.

He has a very good figure, wide shoulders and narrow waist. When you lift up your clothes, you can still see the strong and flexible muscles inside. It is the golden ratio that can make Yan dogs scream crazily no matter which world they are in.

In addition, the man also has thick and short black hair. His facial features are extremely handsome, with a high nose bridge, thin and sexy lips, and a small mole on his left cheek near the corner of his mouth. It is a light dimple, which is just right, and it is very eye-catching.

With one hand propped on the cabinet door, Mu Xuesong leaned forward slightly, and with the other hand he brushed all the ends of his hair back to the back of his head, revealing a smooth and full forehead, sword eyebrows that slanted into the temples, and a pair of dark green luster. deep eyes.

Under the dim light, the beautiful eyes in the mirror showed a trace of rebelliousness, and there was also a little interest that arose when encountering new things.

Mu Xuesong couldn't be more familiar with this face, because he himself had always looked like this.

Especially the look in those green eyes, Mu Xuesong can be sure that this is not the original owner's style, it comes from himself, and belongs exclusively to "Mu Xuesong", an outsider.