[Comprehensive] There is a problem in this world

PP_Lighthouse: good evening

Stafra: wait a minute

Stafra: Green light

Zhong Zixing's cell phone was always on silent, so she took it out to take a look during the red light, and happened to see Peter's message, and just wanted to reply when the signal light switched to green, she could only type a few words in a hurry, and quickly put the phone back in her pocket.

She doesn't like to send voice messages. She always feels that the information is not clear at a glance. If the environment is noisy, she can't hear what the other party is saying. There is a high possibility of omissions. It is convenient for herself, but she doesn't respect the other party.

So unless it was in a quiet environment, Zhong Zixing would try to reply by typing if possible.

After waiting for the red light, she was able to breathe, and quickly touched the phone to light up the screen.

Stafra: Good evening!

At this time, NASA news is pushed on the top of the screen-wandering planets, Theia, 12 years, approaching the earth... and so on.Zhong Zixing glanced, only caught a few words, and didn't care anymore.

She typed a few words, thought about it and then deleted it, her eyes glanced at the pansy in her arms, and suddenly she thought of a prank.

Stafra: I just met spiderman in manhattan /heart

Stafra: He sent me flowers! ! !

Resisting the urge to laugh, she deliberately capitalized "flower", added a long string of exclamation points, swiped the screen with a heart emoticon, and then tapped to send.

I don’t know what Peter thinks, anyway, Zhong Zixing thinks that if a friend around her who doesn’t know her identity becomes an “architect” fan girl, and screams at her intoxicated, how handsome, good, and awesome the architect is. Regret to enter Chaoying but only want to sleep in a pulsar... She probably wants to explode in place.

Time to pretend to be a Spider-Man fangirl :)

Zhong Zixing speeded up his pace happily, jumping more and more as he walked, and finally gave up the treatment altogether, and started bouncing around in a circle.

She imagined the bewildered expression of the little spider, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

To be honest, the real fans should explode on the public screen now, right? "heissooooooooooooocute" like this?

Jogging all the way back to the apartment, Zhong Zixing stood on the stairs to catch his breath before taking out his phone to read the news.

PP_Lighthouse: Do you like flowers?

Zhong Zixing checked the time.

Well, twelve minutes have passed since she sent the message.

I don't know what twists and turns Little Spider has gone through in order to pretend that nothing happened and send her such a "normal" message.

Zhong Zixing's face was tired from laughing, she rubbed her sore cheeks, tucked her forehead hair behind her ears, and typed out a reply solemnly.

Stafra: Depends who sent it :)

PP_Lighthouse: ...ok, I get it

Stafra: It's a pity he didn't join T2.0/sad

Stafra: but seriously

Stafra: He looks better in real life than in photos! ! ! ! ! !

…After hitting the last exclamation point, Zhong Zixing was already leaning on the wall and laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up.

After waiting for a long time without a reply, Zhong Zixing stood up rubbing his aching stomach, leaning on the wall, moved back to the door, and opened the door.

"Good evening." She placed the bouquet on the dining table in a cheerful mood, and greeted Sith, who was nestled on the beanbag sofa, with a smile.

Sith was engrossed in watching a movie and ignored her.

...After a few seconds, he suddenly realized.

There was still some fruit left over from the last time I bought it. Zhong Zixing washed two apples in water, cut a third of a lemon, turned on the juicer and threw them in. When he looked up, he saw Sith looking at her slightly in horror.

...She was magnanimous and didn't care about him.

After cleaning the juicer, she walked towards the bedroom with two glasses of juice. When she passed the beanbag sofa, she left one of them on the floor and closed the bedroom door without looking back.

"..." Sith looked at the closed door, then at the juice on the floor, and pursed his lips a little tighter.

He silently slid down from the sofa, dragged the sofa a little away from the juice, and then nestled back in peace, continuing to read his official Star Wars novel.

Zhong Zixing didn't know that Sith outside the door was looking at the glass of juice vigilantly with the eyes of a bomb. After closing the door, she sat directly on the window sill and squinted at the phone screen while drinking the juice.

PP_Lighthouse: Isn't Spider-Man wearing a mask?

Stafra: Yeah, but

Zhong Zixing thought about the discussion he saw on IMDB before, and typed out the next sentence briskly with a suppressed smile.

Superheroes wouldn't be recruiting so - so many - fangirls and fangirls bent on marrying them if they couldn't see what the face could stop :)

To tell the truth, every time she opens T2.0, she really wants to post the hyper-English website on AO3, and wants to see how the parties—many superheroes—feel facing their own colleagues.

Stafra: It's enough to look at the figure :)

Stafra: His waist is super thin! ! !Much thinner than I imagined, and the voice is super nice, God, he was very close to me at that time, really, as long as I stretched out my hand, I could touch my waist——

Stafra: I'm now regretting why I didn't reach out... no, hell, I can't reach out

Stafra: Pity: (

A few days ago, Zhong Zixing, who was bored and looked through IMDB's Chaoying section, said that she could write an [-]-word essay without even thinking about this kind of nympho.

PP_Lighthouse: ...OK

Stafra: But that's okay, there's always a chance, right?

She took a sip of juice, and with a bright smile, made up for the fatal blow.

Stafra: Besides, tights are just mosaics :)

- Thanks for the poor soundproofing of the apartment.

A few seconds after this sentence was typed out, there was a small cry from downstairs, similar to the cry of pain after a mobile phone hit his face.

Hope it doesn't hurt too much, amen :)

……

Because he was wandering in the forest in his childhood, Zhong Zixing has always had a mysterious complex about camping - setting up a tent on the hillside in midsummer night, cooking thick soup by the campfire, dancing with fireflies and shining stars, No matter which one is enough to make a little girl intoxicated image.

She stood on the snow-covered slope and looked out, the white forest stretching to the end of the horizon, the edges of the peaks were outlined like grains of salt, melting into the pale, cold gray sky.

Winters in Oregon are mild, with an average temperature around zero degrees Celsius, but the forested areas are higher and the climate is colder.

Zhong Zixing looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked towards the backpack that was thrown on the ground, and took out the tent from it, facing the materials on the ground, he was a little helpless.

She exhaled a mouthful of frosty white air, and looked up helplessly.

"It needs to be charged before it can continue to be used - can you help me?"

"..."

A step away, Sith was sitting there holding a computer with a black screen, staring at the screen, pursing his lips, and typing on the keyboard without giving up.

Hearing Zhong Zixing's voice, he raised his head and looked at Zhong Zixing in a daze, without the cold arrogance in his eyes before.

That look was so dazed that it seemed the world had collapsed.

Zhong Zixing: ...

She looked at it for a while, raised her hand to her forehead, and let out a long sigh.

Can't stand it.

It looked so pitiful.

She clapped her fingers at Sith and beckoned him to come and help: "Come and set up the tent, and I will lend you the phone later."

"..." Sith pursed his lower lip and asked softly, "Does it have electricity?"

"Yes, yes." Zhong Zixing promised.

After being transformed by Iris, Apple’s standby time has surpassed the 998 smart phone advertised on TV back then, and it has also completed the transformation from a cute girl in Kunming to a tough guy in Siberia. To be honest, mobile phones are more afraid of the cold than people. When you blow on an apple, the power will drop like flying, and 30.00% automatic shutdown is common - it is still strong as usual in sub-zero temperatures.

After deliberating for a moment, Sith walked over with the computer in his arms, put the computer back in his backpack neatly, and obediently studied how to set up a tent.

Zhong Zi Xingxin said that Sith's attitude towards computers is much better than her... She now feels that if he sees Jarvis again, he may fall in love with him.

……

Or buy him a cell phone.

Zhong Zixing shook, shook his head to dispel strange thoughts, and continued to study the map on the phone.

Gravity Springs does not have hotels, the nearest one is a hot spring hotel near the forest waterfall, and it is said that the business is good.But Zhong Zixing has no plans to go there for the time being—she doesn't know the exact location of the organization that catches mutants, so she can only infer that it's in this area based on the professor's vague description.

According to the description of the missing boy's parents, they found the child missing while camping, and the location where they camped was where Zhong Zixing was.

Zhong Zixing had already walked around the camp before and found nothing unusual.

It has been a while since the boy disappeared, and if there was any trace, it would have disappeared long ago... If Sherlock could probably see anything, she was completely blind.

... But it is a pity that one of the conditions of Mr. Holmes' entry is that he cannot leave New York.

But even if it is possible, Zhong Zixing is not confident that he can drag Sherlock from New York to Gravity Spring.

Before leaving, she talked to Rachel, telling herself that she would travel for a few days, and asked them to monitor the big detective freely.

"Gravity Spring?" Rachel was rarely surprised when she heard her destination.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Zixing had an ominous premonition.

Rachel thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's nothing."

She knocked on the nanmu tabletop, and said slowly: "That place is very strange. According to investigations, there are a large number of magical animals living there, and the density exceeds that of Australia—"

While talking, Rachel glanced at Zhong Zixing, and the unfinished words melted into a smile on her lips.

"But you should be fine."

Must be ok!Zhong Zixing was full of confidence.

The tent was quickly set up, Sith tied the windproof rope, unzipped the tent zipper, and planned to throw the backpack in—

The moment the door curtain was lifted, a vivid look of surprise appeared on his face.

Of course Zhong Zixing knew what he was surprised about.

"Produced by a wizard." She lifted the curtain and got into the tent, looked around the spacious and bright living room in the tent, and put the backpack on the table by the window.

Magic is used a lot in daily life, and it can even fit several rooms into an ordinary tent. The tent Rachel gave is enough for six people, more than enough for her and Sith.

"We need some water..." she murmured, looking around.

At this time, the mobile phone map is useless. Zhong Zixing spread out the tourist map that he brought in the small town on the table, and quickly found the location of the stream.

"I'll go." Sith said immediately.

Zhong Zixing: "..."

and many more.

and many more?

You sold yourself for cell phones and computers? ? ?

Although she can command the ether, but if the order is forced, Sith will definitely not be very motivated...but now.

Zhong Zixing hesitated to speak, but seeing Sith's expressionless expression, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.

She silently handed the phone to Sith and patted him on the shoulder.

Sith's eyes lit up more than once when he got the phone.

He pursed his lips into a line, grabbed the map and the water bottle and turned to leave, his back seemed particularly willing.

"..." Zhong Zixing watched him disappear into the Xueye Forest, full of vicissitudes.

...Forget it, as long as he is happy.

The location of the stream is still some distance away, and Sith will not be back within half an hour. In order not to waste time, Zhong Zixing plans to walk around the campsite again, looking for clues.

She locked the tent, let out a breath, rubbed her palms, put her hands in her pockets, and then carefully slid down the hillside, heading towards the forest not far away.

After the snow, the forest is covered with snow, and the thick snow covers the forest trails. The chalky white branches are piled with loose snow from time to time, and the sound of birds flapping their wings comes from the depths.

Zhong Zixing looked down at the traces on the snow.There are many wild animals in the mountains and forests of Oregon, and those sparse footprints are distributed on the snow, scattered like plum blossoms with twisted branches.

It was very similar to the scene of the game she had played.It's just that the tone of yearwalk is colder, quieter, and lonely.

Zhong Zixing was bouncing around in the woods, knocking on tree trunks from time to time—generally, secret bases hidden in the forest always have some kind of mechanism or something, and she might bump into them with luck—but she had nothing to gain, except seeing many trees hanging on the tree. With a sign pointing to nowhere, the breath of the forest is as quiet as January by the stove.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and even the sound of birdsong became erratic, and it was impossible to figure out where it came from.

After walking in the snow for about an hour, Zhong Zixing felt a little tired.

She found a tree and sat down, carefully leaning on the trunk, looking at the blank snow in the forest.

Consciousness spread out one after another, the pixels were reduced to an apple-sized square, Zhong Zixing held his head in one hand, and casually directed the mosaics to rise one after another.

The foundation stone is laid, the brick walls are piled up, the carved window frames are shaped, the ice and snow castle rises with the sound of snow, and the crystal clear minaret is like an arrow, pointing directly at the sky.

The ice and snow castle gradually took shape, Zhong Zixing rested his chin, remembering the conversation with the professor during the previous meeting.

"Maybe I misunderstood, but I feel that you are afraid of your ability?"

Zhong Zixing was a little surprised at his sharpness.

She was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

"It's always been like this," she muttered.

The professor smiled helplessly.

"You need to feel it, accept it, and it will respond to you." He said patiently.

"I don't have much confidence." Zhong Zixing shook his head honestly.

"But fear doesn't help in controlling it." The professor looked at her tenderly.

"You know what, Purser? Sometimes you look like Elsa to me."

Zhong Zixing: ...

and many more.

Zhong Zixing cautiously said, "Professor, do you have a student named Elsa?"

"..." The professor blinked.

He laughed and said, "I like "Frozen" very much."

Zhong Zixing breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this world didn't incorporate Frozen into it... She still had lingering fears.

Counting the time, he felt that Sith had probably gone back, so Zhong Zixing patted the snow on his clothes, turned around and walked towards the tent.

Intellectually, she knew that the professor was right... Fear is useless. Papa Di spent an entire movie talking about this truth, and she knew it very well.

But is reality a fairy tale?True love conquers all?Can love melt ice and snow, and can it also remove mosaics?

Zhong Zixing couldn't help but shook his head slightly, pursed his lips and smiled.

She walked back to the camp with a chill in her body, and got into the tent.

... A few minutes later, Zhong Zixing got out of the tent with a confused expression on his face.

She looked around the camp, but still couldn't find Sith.

It can't be bad luck to get caught... But who can deal with the reality gem.

Zhong Zixing stood beside the tent with his hips crossed, looking at the sky and then at the snow, feeling very confused.

in the forest.

Sith squatted by the tree, flattened the map on the snow, and drew an ink line on the paper with his slender fingers.

He put the phone aside, the lines on the map meandered, and the blue dot representing him continued to spread out ripples.

Silence was like a blessing from God, covering this silver-white world. The black-haired young man under the tree frowned and looked at the two maps, tapped the paper with his fingertips, and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he grabbed his phone and map and stood up, looking at the sky.

A word invented by man fits well with his present state.Sith thought.

--he's lost.