When I got home, there was no one around.

Putting the insulation bucket into the kitchen, Chen Mu returned to the bedroom and sent Li Chen a message telling him that he had been discharged from the hospital and went home, and then found Fan Jun's WeChat.

"exist?"

Almost the next second, the phone vibrated continuously, and it was Fan Jun’s reply:

"You're awake?"

"How are you?"

"Are you still in the hospital?"

Chen Mu: I have been discharged from the hospital, nothing big happened. What happened after I fell into a coma?

Fan Jun: Old Yang is dead.

Fan Jun: Glasses, Luo Xiufeng, Shi Pengsheng, and Li Xiansheng are all dead.

Fan Jun: Their parents are making trouble in school now, and the office is in chaos.

Fan Jun: It seems that the other two teachers were not saved, they are all dead.

Chen Mu looked at these lines of words and shook his fingers, not knowing how to reply.

Although he is an outsider, he has just arrived in this world for less than two days.

But this extremely similar world can easily make him subconsciously ignore his origin.

Moreover, those who are living people, fresh lives?

Chen Mu clearly remembered the stern look that his head teacher Lao Yang had during class exercises, as well as the temperature and weight of the palm slapped his shoulder.

That's it, gone?

The phone was shocked again.

Fan Jun: After you fainted, the police arrived. There were two men, one with a gun, and shot the old man, and then the old man ran to the mountains.

Chen Mu: Did you catch that person later?

Fan Jun didn't reply, and after a while, he sent a picture.

Chen Mu clicked on it.

This is a picture taken against the TV screen, an emergency wanted broadcast released by local TV stations.

In the photo, it is the old man's thin face, but it is only 70% or 80% similar. It should be a photo that is synthesized using image processing software rather than taken directly.

At least, those cold and plain eyes did not show any of them in this photo.

(A wanted order was issued, that is, wasn't that guy caught?)

Chen Mu recalled the nightmare gazes again, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little cold.

Such a guy who often kills people is hiding in a corner of this city at this moment?

Although he seemed to have seen him shot before he fell into a coma, if he was crazy again, how many innocent people would be killed?

(This guy fell from the sky, so, is he a time traveler like me?)

Chen Mu shook his head.

(No, no. I am a soul and he is a direct body traveling through, and there is no such person in my previous world, unless...)

......

......

night.

Today, my aunt came back a little early and even held half of the hen in her hand.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Chen Mu has seen this body closest relative in this world.

My aunt's name is Chen Ping. It can be seen that she was also a beauty when she was young, but she left too many traces on her body. Her son Li Chen had just started high school and had a lot of white hair on her head.

My aunt put the dishes in her hands in the kitchen, came to Chen Mu, looked up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It looks pretty energetic, so good. I was scared to death when I heard you were hospitalized again. Fortunately, Dr. Bai said you were just emotional... Didn't he say you should stay in the hospital for a few more days to observe? But it would be nice to come back early, and it would be comfortable to live at home... Let's stew chicken soup tonight, and I'll give you some good health."

My aunt talked, and Chen Mu didn't even pay attention to what she said, but the worries and maintenance in the former's eyes kept warming Chen Mu's heart.

This feeling... seems to have experienced it for a long time, a long time ago.

Is it the familiar whisper in the dream?

Still that blurry face?

No matter what, she is definitely an important relative in her previous life.

(If there is another person in this world who is so concerned about him, then, no matter what, you should remember her face.)

A coolness appeared out of thin air in the mind, and the warmth that emerged from the heart was quickly neutralized by the coldness and returned to peace.

A pale white halo was dripping from my mind, and then it was quickly absorbed, swallowed and digested by the orange petals.

Drops of "nectar" condense out of thin air, like drizzling drizzles in the "honey pool".

"Okay, I'll stop talking about it when you're dumb... I'll go make soup, you go back to your room to rest first. Send Chen a message to him to come back early after school and don't mess around outside."

My aunt touched Chen Mu's head, put on an apron and walked into the kitchen.

Chen Mu agreed in a daze and returned to his room.

At this time, the abnormality in my mind had disappeared, but the "rain water" accumulated in the honey pool of lotus platform was half as high as before.

(This thing seems to react to my behavior?)

Chen Mu held his breath and tried all the methods, but the lotus platform in his mind just rotated slowly and was indifferent at all.

(What is the key to touching it?)

Chen Mu recalled carefully, sat at the table, unconsciously writing and scratching on a piece of straw paper:

The cool breath, various halos condensed with "nectar".

A cold breath first appeared in my mind, and then a halo appeared in my mind. Then the petals of the lotus platform absorbed the halos and condensed nectar.

Chen Mu used a pen to connect these three words into a line.

In other words, the cold breath is the precondition for causing halo, and halo is the nutrient for lotus platform?

The cold breath acts on physiology and can be truly felt. Halos and "nectar" are ideological, and can only be "perceived" and cannot be "feeled".

Chen Mu used the pen to circle the words "perception" and "feeling".

So, when will you feel the cold breath?

The first time I looked at the short and thin old man.

The second time was just now.

What are the similarities between my behaviors these two times?

Suddenly, Chen Mu's eyes lit up!

(Emotion! It is a strong emotion!)

The first time, when he looked at the short and thin old man, Chen Mu had to admit that he had extreme fear in his heart.

I saw the dying of life with my own eyes, and when the initiator stared at him expressionlessly, the fear of death almost defeated my reason.

It was at this time that the cold breath calmed down and he looked at the old man without fear.

Chen Mu tightened his fingers and wrote the word "fear" on the paper.

The second time, just now, was because of my aunt's care and tenderness that reminded me of the same feeling in my memory.

After pondering for a while, he wrote the word "missing" heavily on the paper.

Chen Mu examined his graffiti from beginning to end.

(Yes, it's emotions...)

The eyes swept back from the next.

(Strong emotions trigger a cold breath, and the cold breath makes a halo appear in my mind... "Fear" corresponds to blue, and "feeling" corresponds to white?)

(Then, the petals of the corresponding color absorb these halos and condense into transparent "nectar".)

(Thirty-six colors? That is the thirty-six emotions?)

(The reason for all visions is this thirty-six-petal lotus.)

(So, is this thing suppressing my emotions?)

Chen Mu finally read the things he wrote, and then carefully tore the straw paper and the ones with hidden marks below, one by one, one by one, and threw them into powder one by one, and threw them into the trash can.

Before traveling through time, there was no lotus platform in the head of this body, which can be confirmed by its memory.

After traveling through time, the lotus platform appeared and was rooted in the mysterious world of consciousness.

There is no doubt that the lotus platform is closely related to its own time travel.

Finding out its secrets may help you solve your own time travel mystery and even unlock the vague memory.

Then the question is...

The nectar on the lotus platform is the product of a cold breath, various halos and chain reactions of petals starting from one's own strong emotions.

So, will there be a next reaction?
Chapter completed!