I lost consciousness in a violent explosion that started from the center of the experiment and spread outward. When I woke up, I found that I was lying on a soft place. What I saw when I opened my eyes was pitch black, but there was no
Not to the point where I couldn't see anything, I looked around and found that this place was very familiar. My thoughts began to go back and I confirmed that I was lying on the bed that belonged to me in my hometown.
I feel a little weak. I want to sit up, but it's very difficult. I feel like I have some fever all over my body. Is it the impact of the explosion? I don't know. I can survive from that state.
This is already a thing worth celebrating.
I wanted to see if I was still intact. Although it took some effort, I still raised my hand. I thought I would see an arm with an IV tube inserted, or simply a hand wrapped with a thick bandage.
Or it could just be a severed limb, but what I saw was a small, delicate hand. I stared at myself and tried to bend my hand, and the little hand in my field of vision also did the same thing.
action.
I don't know where the strength came from to make me jump up from the bed. I looked down at my body that had become slender and thin. This was not much different from my situation, but I shouldn't be so small.
I fell into a brief dizziness, and soon realized something. I quickly got down from my bed, feeling a little uncomfortable because of the shrinkage of my body. I staggered along the wall and walked to the bathroom. I stretched out my hand to reach out.
The light was turned on, but I found that the height of the light switch was too high for me to reach. I jumped, turned on the switch, and then came to the higher window. I already knew what was happening to me, but I still wanted to witness it with my own eyes.
one time.
I took a small bench from the kitchen next to me and stood on it. I could barely see the area above my neck. I saw my face when I was a child.
That is to say
I jumped down from the small bench and walked quickly towards another room. I came to the front of the target's room, turned the door handle with my feet, then pushed the door and walked in. This room was also dark,
But the weather seems to be very hot now. He opened the windows and curtains, and I can use the moonlight to see his ordinary face, but it also looks very much like a girl.
I felt like I couldn't control myself. Tears filled my eyes and blurred my vision, sliding down my cheeks. I originally wanted to suppress my voice, but I couldn't do it anyway. I couldn't even swallow the original words.
It became louder and louder. He was woken up by me, opened his mouth and sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked towards me, "What's the sound? Xiao Meng"
He woke up in an instant, jumped up from the bed, and came to the ground in front of me. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
His tone was full of anxiety. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I threw myself into his arms and cried, wrapping my arms around him with no strength. He became even more panicked.
"What's wrong? Why is your hair so permed? I have a fever."
He loosened my hand easily, then placed his hand on my forehead and felt it carefully.
"This is too small a dream. Come and lie down first. Mom," he shouted loudly. Not only were my parents woken up, but even the lights in the neighbor's house next door seemed to be on. I heard someone walking towards me quickly.
Voices walking here: "Why are ghosts shouting and screaming in the middle of the night? Are you Pi Mengmeng here too?"
"Xiaomeng seems to have a fever, her forehead is very hot," he said anxiously.
"What?" I saw my mother, who looked much younger, reaching out and touching my forehead, and she became equally anxious. "Why is it so hot? Did you, a bastard, secretly pass the cold on to my sister?"
"I haven't had a cold for a long time. It's summer now. Instead of talking about this, let's think of a solution." He looked more anxious than anyone else. His mother was calmer, while his father stood at the door, squeezing.
He didn't come in, but poked his head around and said, "What's going on?" "What's wrong?" and the like. His mother looked at him very dissatisfied and said, "Go ahead and don't make any trouble."
My family members all started to get busy, although it seemed that only my mother was able to help. My father was listening to my mother’s words and helping, and he, Xia Zhi, didn’t know when he took the thermometer.