Nightmare wake up

Chapter 1 Transmigration?Headache! (Internal investment has passed, please rest assured to invest)

unfamiliar room...

The hazy sleepiness that had just woken up was dispelled by the sudden shock.

where is this? ! !
Shen Mi sat up from the bed, pushed away the quilt on her body, her tentacles were slippery... The soft quilt was made of silk, and it carried the warmth of her body.

The walls are light yellow, with a kind of graceful warmth. Except for the bed, there are only wooden wardrobes, desks and old-fashioned wall clocks on the walls. The simple furniture layout does not affect the taste, and the good gloss of the paint reveals a lot of money. The value is just the style... a bit mixed - obvious Chinese furniture shapes, but with some European elements, such as the rounded corners of the table and the curvature of the table edges.

Elegant yet harmonious, it makes people subconsciously associate the style of the owner of the room.

When his eyes fell on the ground, Shen Mi was stunned...

The wooden floor is full of messy husks and unrecognizable food residues, as well as a lot of scraps of paper, paper balls and packaging bags, and a pool of mottled viscous liquid is next to the bed, exuding a strong smell .

Dirty, messy, poor... It's even more messy than the partition room that rents for 800 yuan a month!
"Partition... I should be in the rental house!" Shen Mi remembered where she was supposed to be but was not there, vaguely guessing what happened...

"Could it be that you have passed through?"

As a street writer and creator of time travel stories, Shen Mi couldn't believe that he would become the protagonist, so he got up quickly...

As soon as I stood up, there was a sudden tingling in my brain.

Headache!

It's like someone sticking a needle deep in the eye.

Shen Mi inhaled, holding on to the table so that her body did not fall, she quickly closed her eyes and kept still.

The headache is not as simple as I imagined, it just needs to recover a little... The continuous tingling sensation hits like a wave, and there is no tendency to weaken.

... After getting used to it for a while, Shen Mi opened her eyes again, endured the headache and forced herself to calm down, and looked at the room again.

When his eyes fell on the wooden wall clock on the wall again, his whole body froze, as if cold water had been poured on his head.

This is an old-fashioned wall clock, very similar to the style of the Republic of China. I have seen a similar one in my grandfather's collection. The old man regards it as a treasure...

The metal pendulum is shaking regularly, and the curved glass dial exudes a hazy light yellow light, and inside are Arabic numerals arranged in sequence—a total of 28!

28 hour clock?
All numbers are neatly divided into four rows, forming a square without four corners. The center of the top row is 28. At this time, the shortest pointer is near 20, and the second pointer points to the left of 13. The longest pointer is beating rhythmically…

The rules are similar to those on Earth, but the change in the system makes Shen Mi unable to interpret for a while, and even can't recognize the time on the clock!
28 hours a day in the world!The reason why it is not considered a 56-hour world is because the pointer points have horizontal and vertical lines extending, dividing the entire dial into four areas, marking the morning, afternoon, first half of the night, and second half of the night.
"This is not the earth... Really crossed?"

The scale on the clock forced him to accept the fact.

Turning to look at the same wooden glass window, there is a quiet and lush green outside. There are several two-story white buildings among the trees, scattered around the shore of the rippling lake. The sun is softly sprinkled on the water, and it is dusk.

Park-like villa area!
He was in one of the buildings... Shen Mi was aware of where he was, and walked carefully to the door, but the headache aggravated with his footsteps, forcing him to press his temples while pressing his ears against the heavy door, listening to the outside. the sound of.

This is the experience of the creator of the novel - if you don't know where to travel, you'd better be careful enough.

Keeping the posture, Shen Jing quickly recalled the memory before the crossing...

After coding [-] words, I ate a chicken before going to bed, met Duke Zhou with a pleasant sense of satisfaction, and woke up here... After thinking about it, I have no clue as to the reason for the bizarre time travel. Could it be... I'm going to leave today Buying cigarettes and forgetting to wear a mask is condemned by God for violating public morals?

After more than a dozen breaths, there was no movement outside the door, there should be no one at home... Gently twisting the handle, Shen Mi probed out.

This is indeed a villa, and my room is on the first floor, facing the hall in the middle, on the side of the door, a bit like the housekeeper's room in the TV series.

The decoration style of the whole villa is consistent, simple but not simple. The dark furniture and light yellow walls complement each other, which is solid and warm; the potted plants and bamboo frames in the corner of the hall are scattered, fresh and regular... The feeling of quality arises spontaneously.

Excluding the dining room and kitchen, there are five rooms on the first floor, two bedrooms, a storage room, and a bathroom. When Shen Mi walked into the last bathroom, she saw herself in the mirror.

About 20 years old, pale face, puffy eyes, slightly bloated body, lack of exercise and light at first glance, greasy face, as if it has not been washed for a long time, thick hair like a bird's nest, fluffy beard almost successfully cheated age...

Recalling the mess on the floor of the room, a word emerged from the bottom of Shen Mi's heart - dead house.

Soul wear... this is me? !

Shen Mi was speechless at the image in the mirror. The sloppy image made people feel hopeless, and the headache was aggravated by it, like being slapped on the forehead with a hammer.

Calm, Calm, Calm...

After taking two deep breaths, she could barely resist the headache, and Shen Mi had to find a reason to comfort herself as soon as possible...

Fortunately, not fat!

I really want to continue to work hard to pick out some extra points, but at this time, my brain power is obviously not enough - the headache is getting worse and worse.

Realizing that she must find some clues as soon as possible, Shen Mi endured the pain and walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

There is a living room in the middle of the second floor, there are also five rooms, only one study room has the door open.

It's really just me in the room...

Letting go, Shen Mi was first attracted by the photo frame on the coffee table. The old-fashioned black and white photo of a family of four, the same warm smile permeated everyone's face, the two adults should be the parents of the original owner of the body, the feeling of an old cultural youth, but also There was a teenage girl with shoulder-length hair and a six- or seven-year-old boy with a round face.

The boy is naturally the original owner of the body, with a round face and a tiger head, which makes Shen Mi speechless for a while:
"Sure enough, I've grown disabled... When I was a child, I grew up well, but it may not be good when I was older."

Walking into the study, it is full of cultural atmosphere. The square corner desk is full of paper, and there is an old-fashioned wired telephone with a turntable on the side, which often appears in anti-Japanese dramas.

The full bookshelf made Shen Mi even more surprised... "Basic Psychology", "Id, Ego, Superego", "Lies", "Top Ten Traps in Psychology", "The Elements of Iron Man's Emotions" …

Almost all books related to psychology.

The paper on the desk is full of dense and graceful fonts, and the title of the top page is "Summary of Psychological Counseling Methods for Cheating Women".

Familiar words explain more crucial information - this strange world in Chinese!
After crossing the real hammer, it seems to be a soul wear, but there is no memory of the original owner... Shen Mi did not find any information about the owner of the room and himself, and slowly sat on the chair in front of the desk to sort out the current situation.

I rubbed my temples, relieved my headache a little, and my thoughts became more flexible:
"There are many types of traversal... First, it is divided into body wear and soul wear in terms of form, and then... plus the two dimensions of time and space."

"Wearing is more common in the early days of the popularity of online articles, but it is rare now. If the space remains unchanged, wearing time, whether in the past or in the future, is called time travel... I completely rule out this situation."

"I'm probably a soul wearer. This is not the earth. The time cannot be determined without a reference. As for this world..." Shen Mi looked up at the glass chandelier above her head and the old-fashioned crank phone on the table, recalling the 28 hours in the room. wall clock:
"The level of technology looked like in the 50s and [-]s, just like in the movie..."

"Soul piercing is a lot more complicated... Soul piercing to the past self is called rebirth, and I am obviously not. Soul piercing on other people will form the so-called 'slaughter', which is my current situation... Fortunately, I didn't lose anything. Strange creature, at least a person, although not fat and home."

"..."

The chaotic thoughts didn't help, Shen Mi was still confused, but the headache was getting worse...

It's as if there is a knife, playing the game of "inserting and pulling out" on the brain deep in the eyes... The knife is also smeared with lubricating oil, and the sting is unstoppable!

With a deep roar of pain, he leaned back on the chair and pressed his temples firmly with both hands, trying to relieve the pain deep in his brain. He just pressed the unavoidable traction pain points of the associated tactile sensation, making the intensity intensified again.

Headache is not a disease, it hurts really bad...

Transcend the sequelae!
At this moment, there seemed to be an explosion deep in the brain, and something resembling a barrier suddenly shattered.

The sudden impact made Shen Mi's eyes go black, and she was about to faint, her consciousness seemed to spread to the entire study with the blast of air, passing through the entire villa, covering the outside area... Cold sweat quickly spread from her forehead and back.

It hurts!
In the height of mental tension, the memory fragments floated up from the cracks in the barrier. Shen Mi was delighted to discover in the pain that these were some memories of the original owner...

More and more fragments slowly gathered, barely forming a real image, and the information gradually became clear.

The original owner... called Mo Ke... 22 years old, majoring in psychology at the Fourth Federal University;
His parents were workers at the Federal Academy of Natural Sciences, and they adopted a sister when Maggie was four years old;
My parents suddenly disappeared when I was in middle school... I depended on my sister for life, or in other words... I depended on my sister to take care of it;
She is...a "child from someone else's family" since she was a child, with excellent grades, she raised her younger brother part-time and part-time until she graduated from college, and opened a psychological clinic by herself;

The career is developing very well and I have made a profit... I bought this villa and moved out of the original house;

This is not the earth... This place is called Hot Spring City, located in the mainland of Rodinia... What a strange name, a mix of Chinese and Western;
time ... cannot be determined;
……

More and more information is surging through the brain like a storm, and the headache is unbearable.

Shen Mi struggled to get up, recalling the old-fashioned method of using a crank phone—not going to the hospital... From the memory of the original owner, I learned that this world also has a hospital, and if there is a hospital, there is first aid.

The pain made his body unsteady, and the moment he reached out and took off the receiver, Shen Mi accidentally knocked over the ink bottle on the desk with his elbow, and the ink quickly printed through the paper on the desk.

"What are you doing?!" A sullen voice came suddenly.

Shen Mi turned her head, and a woman in a brown coat appeared at the door.

The slanted bangs, the clear eyebrows, and the slanted scarf reveal a fashionable atmosphere, which is in harmony with the overall intellectual elegance...

The only incongruity is the frosty face!
Sister, Luo Sheng...

Shen Mi was stunned for a moment... All her attention was on her headache, but she didn't find Luo Sheng coming back.

Luo Sheng ignored the quiet sluggishness, and angrily walked to the desk, stretched out his slender fingers and picked up the ink-soaked paper.

It is a few pages titled "Summary of Psychological Counseling Methods for Derailment". More than half of it has been covered with black ink, and a few drops of ink have fallen from the corners of the paper.

"This is the material for the psychological massage for the city councilor's wife tonight... I wrote it all the first half of the night!"

Luo Sheng had the urge to kill in his eyes, and turned to look at Shen Mi: "Unpredictable!!!"

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(The new book set sail, please support!
This is a new story, and the overall setting is actually more like a fantasy or urban power.

The rhythm will still be a little slow. The first fifteen chapters are almost all grinding, and the main line almost appears in Chapter 15, and the main topic begins in Chapter 20. Alas, the problem of slowness can't be changed!

I always feel that if the previous foreshadowing is lacking, the follow-up story will be incomplete, so readers, gentlemen, forgive me and save some chapters before reading.

But, this book is prepared to be written well, and the contract requires at least 200 million words. Therefore, as the number of words increases, the first [-] words are still tolerable.

maybe!
Or that sentence, it will be guaranteed to be finished! )

(End of this chapter)