"First, nightmare."

Although the bed was strongly summoning Horden's attention, he still used all his self-control and returned to the desk. He did not forget to find out the reason for the pen and paper in the first place.

Not to say goodbye to illiteracy, but to record.

Hoden tried to sort out his thoughts. There were too many things that happened in just half a night, and he needed to sort them out one by one.

Fortunately, according to memory, it would take several days for Nair to come back on a business trip to Tuno, which gave him some time to adjust and adapt, so that he would not be exposed in front of his family. Of course, it would be even better if he could return to Earth before Nair came back.

Then, he would immediately rush to the noodle shop, order three bowls of "biang-biang-noodle", and pour them all into his stomach in one breath to express his celebration.

In order to keep the secret, Huoden chose to write his familiar Chinese characters and recorded the thoughts in his mind in stroke by stroke.

In the past week, Hoden has been having the same nightmare over and over again. Now, when I look back, the seemingly meaningless nightmare should be closely related to what is happening at this moment. Even if it is not a direct relationship, there must be an indirect relationship - this is a speculation.

Before finding stronger evidence, he needs to record all his memories of nightmare, perhaps the key is to hide it.

"Second, the fire."

As an ordinary high school student, how did Hoden get involved in that fire?

Although there are many possibilities in the truth, based on the living conditions of Hoden and the patterns under his body when he woke up, he tends to be the inference that "Horden-Hello" is the victim.

So, how did the murderer aim at Huoden? For what purpose? And how did he get Huoden to that place? Forced or voluntarily? What happened later, which led to the tragic result of the destruction? Are there any other victims in that house besides Huoden?

There are too many question marks.

Unfortunately, while Huoden was bathing, he racked his brains to try to recall, but his memory about the house was blank, which made him start to guess: was he subjected to an impact on his selective amnesia, or was the murderer using some way to erase the memory? Or was there any other possibility?

But now, Hoden took the lead in recording all the memories of the details in the house in his mind, including the pattern.

Although he could not confirm and restore all the details after just one glance; he still drew it to the maximum extent, looking forward to finding the answer. Maybe this is the gate of the space-time tunnel?

"Third, survive."

Horden's survival was obviously an accident. So, how important is Horden's death?

If Hoden was just a pawn or a passerby, and the murderer just burned the house, then he would not confirm whether Hoden died or even had already gone far away, which also means that Hoden would be safe.

But if Horden is a key character, or even kills the target, will the murderer stay and confirm his life and death? Will he come to confirm further in the future? Should he move? Or escape?

The most important thing is, how should he act in the next period of time?

"Hodden, what did you do? Or...what did you do?"

In fact, Hoden expressed strong doubts deep down: How could a newly graduated high school graduate become the target of sniper killing?

However, the serious lack of key information and the blankness of the whole story made it difficult for Horton to make an accurate judgment. He could not even judge his situation. The only thing he could be sure of was that he was imprisoned and was not careful, that would be a disaster; and he didn't know whether he would be as lucky as today next time.

Then, he must open up all possibilities to avoid being confused by the authorities and missing important clues, hoping to find a solution to the problem.

Now, the only thing Hoden can do is act according to his intuition—

Maybe, if he figures out the secrets of nightmares and fire, he can go back.

After all the records were completed, I stretched out a big laziness, slowly leaned towards the back of the chair, relaxed my shoulders and arm muscles, and began to miss potato chips and chocolate - after working all night, what else can beat sweets? Ah! Barbecue and hot pot! Of course, that was another kind of enjoyment.

Raise your right hand, snap your fingers again, and quietly stare at the cluster of orange-red flames, a little tracing: Although he is a little curious about the psychic, he still misses those comfortable and simple otakus life even more—

Perhaps the toilet I saw in the bathroom just now overturned his understanding of the world, and the afterglow of shock could not dissipate; but what really hurts is... Without a takeaway system, it really can't stand it.

"Bang!"

The flames at the fingertips automatically went out, and my mind was slightly thrust. It was not fierce, a little dull, but it was enough to pull back Huoden's thoughts.

At this time, Hoden realized a natural truth: the enlightener's psychic capacity is limited, and even the flames of a longan cannot last for too long. This should be the reason why the enlightener needs to go to the Sekpes Academy to be promoted to a psychic.

The light source in front of me was extinguished, and the kerosene lamp on the desk seemed to feel the pressure of the night. The flames were a little weaker, and then the green light outside the window gradually became brighter. Before I knew it, the darkest moment before dawn had passed quietly.

未分类, 未分类.

A faint sound came from the downstairs. After a low cough, a nasal sound was surging in a vague way, and the world was slowly awakening.

One after another, the sound of wheels rolling from the streets also came from the sound of car wheels. The low footsteps and conversations revealed a sharp morning. Even if you don’t see the scene, you can simulate the scene of breathing from the sound. The hardworking and hardworking working people have started a new day.

Boom, boom.

An overwhelming sound of railway tracks was transmitted from far to near, and then the whole house could feel the vibration of the railway, shaking violently like a haunted house. Even the paper and ink bottles on the table moved slightly, creating a massage chair effect, and the world was shaking.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo.

A steam train with storm passed through the window and slowly stopped. From the Horden location, you can see the rear part of a car.

After the train stopped completely, the door opened, and the crowds of people poured onto the platform like sardines coming out of the net, chirping, and the bustling sounds spread instantly, and the cold air became lively. A large number of people could be caught in the sight of the carriage, walking down the stairs, and then scattered in all directions, and the streets immediately became lively.

However, the gray city still looks gray. The morning light has not yet been able to penetrate the clouds, and the streets in sight are covered with an indelible layer of blue-gray.

Wait, is this sure it is August?
Chapter completed!