But the next second, he calmed down again.

Will this be a city in the sky? Or an underground city?

It doesn't feel like it.

The economic level here seems to be similar to that of Blue Star.

Cheng Ye looked around and saw sparse buildings. They didn't look like towering buildings like the underground city, nor did they have the sense of technology like the sky city.

It's just...an ordinary residential area.

Cheng Ye frowned.

He recalled that when he was in his daughter's dungeon, the houses in the suburbs of the underground city had become low and sparse.

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It was like it was developing rapidly at the beginning, until it was suddenly cut off later.

The world seems complete and synchronized.

In fact, it is divided and separated.

So many incredible and magical things are happening quietly.

How many facts are there that seem to have different logic but are true upon hearing them?

Cheng Ye shook his head and arrived home.

He threw the shared bicycle downstairs and after locking it, 2 star coins were automatically deducted from his account.

As he walked upstairs, he checked the time on his phone. It was 12 o'clock in five minutes, and he had no chance to take a shower.

As expected.

After all, there is always a difference between reality and theory.

It’s too cold in winter. Although the subway is actually only 5 minutes away from where I live, my hands are so cold that I can’t ride fast.

Cheng Ye sighed, opened the door and began to take off his clothes.

There was no time to think so much. According to the rules, he had to go to bed first.

Cheng Ye took off his clothes as quickly as possible, walked to his own room, quickly locked the door, and lay down on the bed.

The room is not big, less than ten square meters.

A bed, a table, nothing else.

The walls are mottled and yellowed, and there are outdated posters left by the previous tenant.

The poster is also yellowed and has its corners turned up, but it still brings some different colors to this small room.

Cheng Ye lay on the bed and touched the quilt with his hand.

He pulled it towards himself.

The body is symbolically covered.

There is a window on the left and a door on the right.

I always feel short of breath in a small room.

At this moment, he didn't know why, but he felt sour in his heart.

Why on earth does a person have to live such a life day after day, and why does he work so hard?

Just to stay alive?

But there are many ways to live. Can't he go back to his small county and live a more ordinary but free life?

Why should he take root in this city like a dog?

Is it just to stand out one day?

But why does he want to stand out?

Just to sacrifice the best 20 years of your youth and work hard to be a dog and serve those powerful people?

In their eyes, will you be just a screw?

It’s just that you need to appear here, you need to dedicate yourself, and you need to use your own sacrifice to let them enjoy a better life?

Why?

Why, why, why!

Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why...

…

Cheng Ye's body trembled suddenly, and then his eyes widened.

In the darkness, his black and white eyes were very bright.

He rolled his eyes, what was he doing... just now...

That was not his idea, it was as if he was being controlled.

All kinds of negative emotions are flowing in an endless stream and cannot be stopped at all.

Emotions are like crawling into a closed space, making noisy noises inside, and the more they shout, the more they can't stop.

until……

Cheng Ye slowly tilted his head.

Because the house was leaking, the cool breeze in the middle of the night woke him up.

Cheng Ye lifted some quilts to make himself less hot and clearer.

He looked at the dark ceiling and blinked.

So what exactly is it?

Why...have such emotions...

His fingers curled up slightly, as if to make sure he could still move and control the body.

Then, he groped around and found his cell phone.

I'm not sleepy at all, I have to get up early tomorrow.

I originally chose to go home because I wanted to see if there would be any clues at home.

Now it seems that the trip was in vain.

Then he can stay in the hotel starting tomorrow.

Although the original owner doesn't have much money, and although the original owner may have to clean up the mess he left behind after he leaves, but...

Weishengan must be rich.

Weishengan will definitely have money no matter which copy it is in.

Cheng Ye was extremely certain of this.

How could his 100% luck value have wronged him?

So instead of wronging yourself, it is better to rely on your brothers.

Before he leaves, even if Wei Sheng'an sells his butt, he will leave enough money for the original owner.

Cheng Ye thought this and started rummaging through his phone.

Although I have no hope, but... there will always be something left...

But... surprisingly...

Nothing.

My friends are all former classmates and I don’t keep in touch much.

Cheng Ye took a look at the battery level of his phone at this time: 98%

So cool.

I couldn't help but say in my heart.

Is this the current situation of working people? Being alone in a big city may look glamorous, but in fact you don’t even have time to play with your mobile phone.

Not to mention the supporting buildings next to it that belong to the city.

It's even more impossible to experience.

I don’t know if this city is the city where my daughter is, let alone what happened to my daughter after he left...

Looking back now, Cheng Ye was extremely certain that his daughter knew that he was not her father at that time.

She spoke poorly for him and defended him extremely well in front of others.

This made Cheng Ye feel extremely guilty when he thought about it.

He thought that they were all just a bunch of data. Who knew that everyone was flesh and blood, and would be sad and painful...
To be continued...