After retreating, they came after them

Chapter 398 I can’t remember, but it’s important

Simon felt like he had a splitting headache, as if he had gone through a long life, fighting against terrifying creatures, and encountered a situation where a beautiful girl quit the team without thinking, but he formed a new team and went on adventures with the new beautiful girls.

He was sometimes happy, sometimes serious, sometimes nervous, and sometimes sweaty.

Until the very end, he gritted his teeth, stretched his hands and feet straight, and his chest became more and more tight until he couldn't breathe. Suddenly he screamed and opened his eyes suddenly.

Strange ceiling.

White plaster wall ceilings and modern electric lights, the summer chirping of cicadas can be heard in the ears.

Simon felt as if his body had died and come back to life.

His whole body was covered in sweat, his muscles ached, and he was weak.

What's going on? I feel so uncomfortable, as if my brain has forgotten something important.

Why are you so tired?

Simon struggled and got up from the bed.

An ordinary single bed, opposite the bed is a computer desk filled with miscellaneous items, and the computer screen is still on.

There were garbage scattered on the ground, and the window on the right was wide open. The summer sun was shining brightly, bringing a gust of hot wind, but he didn't feel hot.

Compared with the heat on the body, the wounds on the soul, and the heat blowing in the summer wind, they are nothing.

"Why is the house so messy..."

Simon leaned against the wall and sat there for a long time before his mind became clear.

Looking at the humanoid sweat stains printed on the sheets, it was hard to imagine what kind of dream he had experienced to have such a thing happen.

He got up first and cleaned up the garbage at the scene. As the leader of the team, if the team members saw such a scattered house, wouldn't it be that his image would collapse.

This is absolutely impossible for Simon.

They may not know that before Simon traveled through time, he was not much different from ordinary people.

It was time and adventure that had tempered him, causing him to slowly change his temperament, becoming more hygienic and stricter on himself to do his best.

Otherwise, there is no way to survive in a different world.

Wait.

"What am I thinking about?"

Simon finished cleaning up the trash and looked confused.

Looking at the tidy and new bedroom, it was the result of spending a full hour tidying it up.

Now the various objects on the table have been arranged neatly, all the garbage has been put into garbage bags, and the sheets and other items have been dried on the railing outside the window. The whole bedroom has a completely new look.

There has never been such a tidy bedroom, even a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder will feel comfortable when seeing it.

It was just the thought that came into his mind just now that scared him.

What is this all about?

After taking a shower, Simon sat back in front of the computer and looked at the interface before going to bed.

A text frame was framed in the middle of the screen, saying: "XX tower climbing game program crashed!"

The moment Simon saw this thing, he remembered it.

Halfway through the game, suddenly the computer program crashed.

No matter how much I click on it, it won't light up.

After shutting down and restarting, the interface is still the same.

Even reinstalling the system doesn't work, which is outrageous.

I have never seen such a heaven-defying BUG. No matter how I reinstall the system, the screen is always like this after booting. It is very weird to be stuck in this interface.

"So the random thoughts I had just now were all caused by this torture." Simon found an answer that he thought was reasonable.

He remembered the night when he was crazily tortured by the computer. Late at night, he lay on the bed and searched for his mobile phone to see if there was any other way.

Then, he saw a virtual game connection website on his mobile phone, clicked on it, and then he seemed to have traveled through time.

No, the memory doesn't match.

Before he traveled, he seemed to have fallen into the sea on a boat, and then he traveled to the sea in another world, washed up on the beach, and almost starved to death, but was rescued by passers-by. What happened, his memory was confused? Speaking of which, who was the person helping him in the dream?

Doesn't seem to be very important.

Simon recalled that long dream over and over, but found it difficult to remember.

He had a very strange feeling. The harder he tried to recall that dream and adventure life, the blurrier his consciousness became, as if that dream did not exist.

But if he doesn't pay attention to that dream, some kind of choice he made inadvertently will always emerge along with the experience.

When he wanted to remember, he came up empty-handed.

"Forget it, I don't want to."

Simon simply stopped thinking about it.

If you can't recall something, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain.

Simon clicked the mouse and found that the program box could be clicked off.

It's strange that it shuts down normally even when shutting down.

Restart the computer. Hey, the computer can be used normally?

Simon didn't believe that the computer was good, so he simply took out the USB flash drive and reinstalled the system.

As a result, the reinstallation went smoothly this time, and there was no bug that caused the interface to freeze on the display screen strangely.

After reinstallation, the computer system has a brand new look, just like the cleanness of the bedroom, neat and tidy, and pleasing to the eye at first glance.

"It's strange. How come you have successfully reinstalled it now? Could it be that what happened the day before yesterday was all my imagination? Is the work pressure too great?"

Simon was suspicious and couldn't figure it out.

He decided to turn off the computer, go out and explore the outside world.

Speaking of which, he has lived in another world for too long, and he has been out of touch with modern life for many years.

After leaving the rental house and walking into the street full of people, Simon was wearing a white shirt and sports trousers. He walked on the road with a steady pace, neither fast nor slow. His body unconsciously looked at six directions, listened to all directions, and listened. The whispers of passers-by, observing the route and speed of vehicles.

A lot of information flows into the brain.

The buildings, passersby, and vehicles near my home all have new impressions in my mind.

For a moment, emotions welled up in his heart. He couldn't explain why. Even though it had been a night, this trip felt like the return of a wanderer who had been away from home for more than ten years. He was deeply moved.

Tears flowed down subconsciously.

"Brother, why are you crying?"

The little cute baby passing by opened his eyes wide, stopped curiously, and stared at Simon non-stop.

"Did I cry?"

Simon didn't feel it. He didn't know he was crying until he touched his face with his hand and felt the hot tears.

The long-lost car exhaust, the familiar hometown dialect, the ordinary people who are unfamiliar but not wary of each other, a stable environment without supernatural powers or the risk of sudden death.

This is the taste of hometown.

I am back.

But why do such thoughts come to mind?

The dream I had last night was certainly unusual.

The impact of this dream on him was far greater than he expected.

"I just thought of some people."

Simon sighed and wanted to name some people, but it was stuck in his throat and he couldn't think of any names.

Who did I forget?

He seems to be a very important person.

It is not just the name of one person, but the name of a group of people!

Each of them is Simon's most precious comrade-in-arms in the world!

How could this be forgotten? !

(End of this chapter)