The apprentice is tempted every day on the edge of madness

Drip—drip—

Time seemed to be extending endlessly. I don't know how long it had passed. The long and short playing lingered, and gradually became louder and denser, more sharp and piercing, almost to the point of unbearable disturbance.

Amidst all this noise, the eyelashes of the long-sleeping person trembled slightly, and gradually woke up.

He just looked up quietly, his pupils were not in focus, he just emptied his thoughts, his consciousness returned to his cage more and more, but his mind was empty in vain.

However, he didn't even give him the opportunity to distract himself, and soon, although the urgent sound was separated by layers, the sharp but penetrating sound continued to penetrate directly into the eardrum time and time again.

Only then did Xiangong Ling move his eyes and curl up his knuckles tentatively. He felt so weak that it was already difficult for him to reach out to touch the body.

At this moment, the group of urgent voices stopped abruptly, only a crisp collision outside was heard, and the warehouse in front of him spontaneously lifted up a few inches, moved back, and was already opened.

The large expanse of white was a bit dazzling, and what caught his eyes was a face he was no stranger to.

A coat fits his tall figure, a mask covers nearly half of his face, a single high-power eyepiece hangs on the bridge of his nose, the pupil behind the lens is sharp, but the light is light, and the screen is still attached to his hand. He exchanged a glance with him, then glanced at the instrument next to him, then turned his face, and his slender fingers moved quickly on the projection, constantly recording something, and when he finished recording, the projection screen in his hand had already been retracted.

He removed the mask a few inches with one hand and said, "Welcome home." This time, he just looked at him and made no other movements.

Xiangong Ling silently wiped the corners of his lips, and after a long time, he opened his lips. His throat was dry and his voice was even hoarse.

"...Where's Yanhe?"

The man said: "I woke up this morning, and the situation is still under observation."

No more words.

Xiangong Ling was a little surprised. According to this person's temperament, he didn't ask him any more questions now. However, even if he asked, he decided that he didn't want to answer, so he didn't mention it anymore, and then fell silent.

In the early morning of the next day, his mother also came to see him, and she stayed here for most of the day, as if she had specially spared time.

Except for the occasional intersection of work, the parents don't have much time to spend together outside. In addition, some research work is extremely closed, and the time to spend time together is even rarer.

It's rare to be leisurely and peaceful, so compared to looking at him now, Xiangong Ling actually hopes that they can get along alone.

Not long after, he returned to that long-lost home, everything in the house was still the same, but Xiangong Ling felt very strange.

The long-standing habits in that world are not so easy to modify. Occasionally he wants to sip a cup of hot tea, but subconsciously flips his hands and realizes that there is no tea set here, and even if there is, the shot will be in vain.

If it weren't for those pictures that seemed as if they were yesterday, he would have thought that he had some paranoid disorder.

A few days later, since he was discharged from the hospital, he has been staying at home, never going out, even seldom going out of his own room, and he has little appetite. Mostly, he has taken care of the matter with the drink concentrate, and his parents are busy with business as usual. Occasionally, He would excitedly run upstairs to look for him, and most of the time he would leave without saying a few words.

But today, Yan He's words made him pay attention.

"Brother, do you remember what happened over there?"

Xiangong Ling couldn't help but glance at him, "What?"

Yan He frowned, and nodded his forehead with his fingers, "Here, I can't remember clearly, and I will forget a little every time I sleep, I am really worried that I will not be able to remember at all someday."

Xiangong Ling fiddled with the projection screen calmly, "It's not important, just forget it."

Yan He responded, but he seemed absent-minded, and after a while, he went downstairs and left.

Half an hour later, there was a ticking sound outside the door.Xiangong Ling stood up and came down from upstairs. He walked to the living room and easily caught a glimpse of Wei Duan on the sofa, which seemed to be thrown here casually by the master.

Xiangongling picked up the micro-terminal, and broke the password easily in a short while. The picture on the screen was still open. Xiangongling took a quick glance and found that the text described was the realm of cultivation, and most of them were words. After experiencing something, there was a small dot called "Data Map" on the side. Xiangong Ling was nervous for a moment, and clicked on it without hesitation, but everything that came into view was blank.

Xian Gongling froze for a moment, then frowning, flipped through the pictures, flipped through several pages, and dragged to the end. The time notes for these pictures were all different, but they were all blank without exception.

He paused, then swiped to the previous interface, hesitated for a long time at the location of deletion, considering the reference of these materials, finally shut down the micro terminal silently, and threw it back on the sofa.

That night, he submitted his return application and returned to work the next day.

His life continued in an orderly manner, but his memory there was still clear, unaffected by time, no matter whether he lived here for a few years or more than ten years.

He had already moved away from home and lived alone outside. Later, some organs in his body gradually weakened, but he refused to sign the subsequent transplant agreement and refused to take medicine. This was difficult for his parents to understand, but he stood firm. I respected his choice.

On the desk, he sorted out the academic report for the last time, and the results of years of research were transmitted in less than a second.

Xiangong Ling pursed his lips after a long absence, his eyes were much more relaxed, he thought, maybe he could try to focus on life again.

The idea is easy, but it is not so easy to practice.

On the first day of re-focusing on life, Xiangongling spent the whole day at home writing and drawing, writing whatever came to mind, most of which were impressions, he had never had such a habit, but now he wanted to do it for some reason , he sketched in his notebook, and occasionally lost his mind and let go until the evening. He breathed a sigh of relief and put the notes in the drawer.

The next day, when Xiangongling casually browsed the interface, she saw the email message in front of her and found herself in trouble.

During the trouble, my father rarely got through the voice.

"Email, have you read it?"

Xiangong Ling replied with some hesitation: "...read it." He hesitated for a moment, then asked again: "When will you..."

But the other side directly interrupted him: "Just read it. When you are free, take the time to meet up. The first column of information, the one with the highest matching degree, your personality is relatively more suitable, and the second one is also good. He has achieved a lot at a young age, you should have seen him at an academic meeting."

"Sorry, I have no idea."

In the voice, the man was silent for a moment, before he had time to say anything, Yan He shouted at him excitedly: "Brother! You find time to go quickly, or when Mom comes back, she will make you regret it and have no idea!" After finishing speaking A person laughed out loud, his tone full of gloating.

"..." Xiangong Ling cut off her voice.

He stared at the emails for a while, and politely rejected them one by one. As a result, before noon, he also received a polite greeting from his mother, but the key point was only one sentence:

"Are you going, or should I hand over your address?"

So that night, Xiangongling went out and took a taxi.

Today's weather is very bad. It is windy and rainy during the day, and it will be sunny from time to time, and it will be erratic. At night, the occasional calm and sunny are gone, and the dark clouds gather little by little.

Xiangongling didn't care at first, but after a while, the weather got worse, so he couldn't help but look up in the car.

In the distance, thick dark clouds oppressed the narrow sky, rolling and churning, and the strong winds everywhere became more intense, sweeping gray and dark, flying sand and gravel.From time to time, there was a muffled sound and a few flashes of thunder in the sky.

Xiangong Ling felt a little bad, he instinctively didn't want to get close, but it happened that the direction of this car was the source of the disaster that looked like the end of the world.

Just as he hesitated, the black cloud oppressed even lower.

Xiangongling quickly shifted gears, switched to manual control, and stepped on the brakes. I don't know if it was driving too fast, or the dense dark clouds were moving too fast, but with a single brake, the center of the "disaster" It actually reached the sky that was heading straight for here, as if it was coming towards him.

He quickly glanced at his surroundings, but there was no other car. The bad feeling in his heart grew stronger. The car body made a sharp turn on the road with the brakes, and he stepped on the pedal again. , the car body gathered momentum and rushed out like an arrow.

But still not enough.

Several overlapping thunderbolts were deafening, followed by several bolts of lightning piercing the sky, splitting the dark curtain from top to bottom, creating a big crack, and it was as bright as day in an instant !

That glaring white streak caught people off guard just like that, and right now he is only a mortal body, he was stabbed with just one glance so that he couldn't open his eyes anymore, let alone avoid it.

I can't hide from it all the time.

Xiangongling sighed inwardly, but his heart was peaceful.With no shame in his heart and no fear of heaven and earth, he really has no regrets in this world.

... I really want to talk about it.

The calm emotions were slightly touched at this moment, and he forced himself not to think too much.

Before he had time to think about it, even if he closed his eyes, it was extremely difficult not to notice the light, as if it suddenly entered his mind, and in an instant, all thoughts were blank.