In the early morning, a nine-year-old boy woke up from his dream and stretched beautifully.
He rubbed his eyes, glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed, then jumped out of bed and ran downstairs in his pajamas.
"Wow!" A minute later, the little boy shouted excitedly in the living room on the first floor.
"Mom~Mom~" A few minutes later, he happily ran upstairs, ran into his mother's room, and jumped on the bed, "Look what Santa Claus gave me?"
The mother on the bed replied with a smile and sleepy eyes: "Haha...it seems you are a postman now, my little candy."
The little boy grinned, held up the postman hat on his head, and saluted his mother: "I am willing to serve you!"
The mother reached out and pinched the child's cheek: "Okay, Mr. Postman, go back to your room and put on your clothes. Be careful of catching a cold."
"Yes! Madam." The little boy responded loudly and jumped out.
Looking at the child's leaving figure, a warm smile appeared on the mother's face.
But after a few seconds, she seemed to have remembered something, and her expression suddenly became a little sad. And her eyes instinctively turned to the bedside table...
There is a photo frame on the cabinet. The photo in the photo frame is not too old. In the photo, there is a family of three - a handsome father, a beautiful mother, and a cute little boy.
"Mom, when will daddy come home?" The little boy asked his mother on Christmas two years ago.
But his mother just held him and cried, unable to even say a complete sentence.
On Christmas Eve that year, after getting off work from the post office, the little boy's father rode his bicycle directly to the shopping mall to buy a toy for his child. But on the way back... a car accident claimed his life.
From then on, only mother and son were left in this family to depend on each other.
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"Put your hat on. Yes, that's it."
At 8:30 in the morning, after confirming that her son was fully dressed, the mother took the little boy's hand and walked out of the house with him.
"Hi~ Mr. Marvin, good morning."
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Dave. Hey, look, whose little postman this is."
Their neighbors are an elderly black couple. They always say hello when they meet each other.
"Hello, Mr. Feld."
"Huh? Oh...Hello, Mrs. Dave."
Another neighbor, Fuld, was a fat man. The whole neighborhood knew that he was a dead bachelor. Generally speaking, people could only see him when he went out to take out the garbage.
"Mom, why does Mr. Fuld always look listless?" After walking out of the street, little Dave looked up and asked his mother.
"Because he sits in a place without sunlight all day long, eating junk food and not doing anything serious," my mother replied.
"Don't he have to work?" Little Dave asked curiously.
"Mr. Fuld inherited a large inheritance from a distant relative, so he doesn't have to work," my mother replied.
"Oh, he's such a lucky man, Mom," little Dave continued.
"Yes, he is very lucky..." Mom murmured and then stopped.
After thinking for a few seconds, she squatted down so that her eyes were level with her son's, and said with a stern expression: "Listen, Dave, you have to be like your father and be a hard-working person. Don't go
I envy people like Mr. Feld. You have to understand... not everyone is so lucky."
"Yes, I will, mom." Little Dave nodded and responded with a vague understanding.
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At nine o'clock in the morning, they arrived at the town park.
There are many adults sitting on the benches next to the children's playground, and some stalls selling snacks, drinks and toys have also been set up.
Little Dave soon joined the other children and went off to play.
Mrs. Dave sat on the bench and chatted with other housewives.
Half an hour later, an old man walked up to her and greeted her: "Hi, Wendy, long time no see."
"Oh, hello, Director Nelson."
"I was just there, and when I saw you, I came over to say hello. Merry Christmas, Wendy."
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Nelson. By the way, how is your wife doing lately?"
"It's not bad. I'm at home with the kids preparing for a party, so I have to take my granddaughter to the park to play."
"Haha... I thought you liked children."
"Yes, I like them, but I can't do anything with them." He shrugged. After a few seconds, he seemed to see something, "Eh? Is that a puppet show?"
"Um...oh, yes." Mrs. Dave followed the other person's gaze and saw the two performers in the distance, "Those are 'Shooter and Yang', community volunteers. They often go to the park and interact with the elderly.
They performed in the courtyard and the children loved them."
"Oh?" Nelson seemed to be interested, "Then I have to go and see..."
They soon came to a small truck together, and together with other parents, stood behind a group of naughty children.
The young audience in the front row obviously had high expectations for the performance. As early as when Sagittarius and Yang set up the stage, the children had already gathered around and sat down with their knees in their arms. Naturally, this included Nelson's granddaughter and Xiao Dai.
husband.
"Okay, kids, the show is about to begin~"
After getting ready, the two leading actors jumped onto the simple stage next to the truck. They... one was a bearded man dressed as a western cowboy, and the other was a bald man wearing a shirt and suit vest.
"Children~ Today, we are going to perform... an extremely thrilling... breathtaking... dart shooting of apples!"
Although it doesn't sound like a very interesting performance, it is still possible to coax little Penyu... The children also happily applauded and laughed.
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Gulu-lu-Gulu-lu...
The sound of surging liquid sounded in Feng Bujue's ears again.
At the same time, what entered his mind were the memory fragments just now...
[Warning, test subject No. 8775 is waking up... Warning, the test subject's brain is experiencing a pulse reaction, the source is unknown, please adjust immediately...] The mechanized voice also came again.
"It hurts so much, Dad..." This time, Brother Jue gritted his teeth and opened his eyes directly. "Tch... I still can't speak. That's fine... I just need to be able to see and think..."
While he was thinking, he moved his eyes and observed the surrounding environment as much as possible.
"I see...am I also soaked in liquid..." He soon realized that he was also wearing a light-colored bodysuit and floating in a glass bead filled with liquid. His state...
It was the same Enoch he saw when he "opened his eyes" last time (if he was also called Enoch in this world).
"The nasal cavity, lungs, and ears were all filled with this unknown stuff, but there was no obvious discomfort. The moment I opened my eyes, my eyeballs felt a little sore, but I got used to it after a few seconds. It was better than opening my eyes in the water.
It's easy..." Feng Bujue's eyes moved quickly, and his mind flashed. "No matter what this liquid is, it is definitely not a technological product that this universe should have in 2002... Could it be... that it is the setting of Mat Japan?
He quickly rejected the idea, "No, the calluses on my hands are still there. A body that has been soaked in a tank all year round won't have such things..."
[Warning, the tester’s brain waves are overclocked and the test data exceeds the normal value. A forced termination procedure will be initiated after twenty seconds.]
"What kind of test is this? Mental state? Brain function?" Feng Bujue listened to the system voice and speculated on his situation.
"Anton! You bastard! Why did No. 8775 wake up again?"
"Mr. Anton, he went to the toilet."
"wtf?"
"Uh...he said he had something dirty for lunch."
"Okay, you don't have to explain to him anymore. Go to the console quickly and get things done. That guy Anton... I'll take care of him later..."
"Yes, sir."
The two people talking outside the liquid container were the same two people last time. Judging from their conversation, they should be the staff responsible for this "test", and they have a superior-subordinate relationship.
"Huh...man, you are really going to cause trouble for me..." A few seconds later, a vague shadow came to the container where Feng Bujue was, and said to himself in a low voice, "Your test
The value is almost up to standard. He keeps waking up... Hmm..." He muttered, and then sneered again, "Huh... forget it, I will help you and add some ingredients for you.
'Okay... please pass quickly and don't cause any more trouble for me..."
When he heard this sentence, Feng Bujue really wanted to get out of the container and hug the NPC. Although he did not fully understand the meaning of the other party's words, he already understood...the NPC in front of him, whose name and appearance were unknown,
He is the man who can really help him see through the "truth".
People who exist on the level of "nothingness" can only give him the answer of "nothingness"; while people who exist in "reality" can give him "truth".
[The concentration of the solution is increasing, special solvent is added... The forced abort program has been closed, emergency pulse is being prepared, countdown is five seconds, five, four, three, two, one...]
Hey, hey, hey...
The moment he received the "pulse", Feng Bujue heard a familiar voice. He thought about it for a moment...and suddenly realized that the sound seemed to be the same as the sound of the ghost postman riding his bicycle.
At the same second, another wave of memory fragments flashed before his eyes...
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"Pfft--" A mouthful of old blood was spat out on the marble floor by Brother Jue.
When his consciousness returned to the gorgeous hall, he still maintained the posture of smashing the phone to the ground.
The time here... seems to have never flowed at all.
"Have you found the answer?" The six people surrounding Feng Bujue said the same sentence again in unison.
"Hmph..." A sneer appeared at the corner of Brother Jue's lips. He slowly stood up and walked to the long table at the far end of the hall. "I think... it's almost time to start dinner." (To be continued, please search.
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