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Empty.

Nothing exists, only emptiness. Empty perception, empty thinking.

Like a corpse that has been dead for millions of years. Qiao Xun floated in the void without any response. He seems to have been frozen in this void, becoming a symbolic part of it, unable to leave, without any individual attributes.

He closed his eyes and his skin was dehydrated and shriveled. Hair is like a divided palm leaf, dry and hot.

When stuck from a distance, he looks like a root with a protective glaze. It is lifelike, but, no matter how I look at it, I don't think he was a living person before.

Yes, in this void, there should be no living people. After all, the most basic of existence is lacking here.

Just like limited life, it must rely on the limited world to exist. Once it is separated from the world, it will be assimilated by the chaos of nothingness sooner or later. However, there is only emptiness here, not even disordered chaos, chaotic void. Qiao Xun couldn't even become an unconscious turbulent void.

"existence".

Because of the lack of existence, he cannot exist.

The only thing that can prove that he is still Qiao Xun is the real him hidden in the truth.

"reality".

This "thing" that is extremely simple and extremely complicated has now become the only pillar of Qiao Xun. "Reality" allows him to feel himself even if he loses his existence.

In fact, until now, he couldn't explain why he had to vote yes and why he had to abandon his existence.

There is only a feeling of a lake:

That is not the real infinite world. Sitting on the throne, the self who will become the witness of the infinite world is not the real self.

And this feeling came from the depths of his consciousness. That great figure.

After abandoning existence, he fell into this void. A void where nothing exists. He even felt that this void was simpler than the origin. After all, origin is existence. The existence of things means the birth of origin. And nothing exists, it's this void.

However, even if this is understood, it is difficult to solve the current status quo.

Without existence, he cannot prove his existence, and he cannot escape from this state of being frozen in emptiness. Even with "real" feelings, it is impossible to get rid of the empty state.

On a long golden staircase, the "real Qiao Xun" from the great figure silently felt and thought.

He was wondering if there was any way to make himself "exist" again.

His thoughts began to spin, looking at all the cognitions in his life, trying to find a way to break the game.

It sounds like a long process, but there is no "existence" and there is no way to prove it. The scale of time can be said to be compressed to a moment of no change, or it can be said to be infinitely variable to a long time.

The "real Qiao Xun" stood in front of the great figure above the long steps, watching.

The stalwart figure is shrouded in an incomprehensible mist. Maybe fog, maybe not.

However, that doesn't matter anymore. The "real Qiao Xun" remembered that when he was with Yu Xiaoshu before, he also tried to glimpse the true appearance of this great figure. However, he was woken up by Yu Xiaoshu at that time. And what she said was that she gradually lost her presence.

A glimpse of greatness, will it cease to exist?

In the past, he might have been concerned, but now, since he has lost his existence, there is only "true self", why should he be afraid of losing anything?

Thinking of this, he gradually became firm.

Then, he took a step toward the mist that enveloped the great figure.

At this time, the great figure also seemed to be welcoming him and calling him.

Just when he was about to merge with the great figure, he stopped.

Because he suddenly thought of a problem. So...what the heck is a "real Joe Tour"?

An evolutionary named Qiao Xun?

A demon of a king with a scale of billions of years?

A failed witness who fell from the infinite world to the void?

Or, these are not the real self. Is your real self just a psychologist living in Zhidong City?

When he thought of this, his thinking suddenly stagnated, and then his perception fell into chaos.

chaos…

Mo Lake…

It's like the kind of lake that is about to end in sleep and will wake up.

Gradually, a rapid bell rang out in the lake.

This is... what sound?

Ah... it's an alarm clock.

Annoying alarm clock.

One hand groped in the darkness, as hard as a non-venomous snake struggling in the mud. Finally, this hand touched something... Then, a faint light appeared, piercing the darkness sharply, as if at this moment, the screams of darkness were heard.

After the dim light flickered, the alarm clock stopped.

Everything is quiet. The unknown comes back with the darkness.

But at a certain thunderous moment, a figure suddenly grew up. Afterwards, this figure was like a forerunner who opened up the darkness, with a savage posture, wantonly smashed through the deep things piled up in the night. With the tearing sound of "Thorn La", light poured in like a flood, and in a moment, the darkness collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

Facing the figure of light, he sunk his shoulders, and then whispered:

"Had a strange dream..."

He turned around, walked out of the bedroom, entered the kitchen, took out two packaged breakfast breads from the refrigerator, and heated them in the microwave next to him. Taking advantage of the heating time, it is convenient to wash in the bathroom. After everything was prepared, just in time, the breakfast bread had been heated.

Pour a glass of milk and start your day with breakfast.

After breakfast, he went out. As soon as I walked to the corridor, I met a young man with a fishing bag. Not to mention a man, he still has the childishness of a boy, and the student-likeness has not faded away.

As soon as the boy saw him, he immediately greeted him with a smile,

"Brother Joe, go to work."

He smiled and nodded,

"Well. Are you going fishing?"

The boy patted his bag and said with vigor:

"Well, there are no classes this morning and afternoon, and the weather is not bad. It's a rare fishing time." Then, he added regretfully, "Oh, if Brother Qiao doesn't have to go to work today, we can go fishing together."

he laughed,

"It's okay, I don't have an appointment this Saturday, we can go together."

"Really?! It's great." The boy couldn't help but be happy, "Brother Qiao is too busy, it's rare to have a rest day without an appointment."

He smiled.

The boy greeted and drove off.

Twenty minutes later, in front of an open office door.

He looked at the number posted on the door, which read:

"Consultant: Doctor Qiao Xun".

For some reason, this line of words that was so familiar seemed to have a strange feeling at the moment.

He stared blankly, and it took him a while to confirm that his name was indeed written on the door number:

Joe Tour.

He took a deep breath and walked in.

Everything in the office is familiar, the same as before. This familiarity made him gradually feel at ease. Sitting in front of the desk, he rubbed his shoulders and thought to himself in a mockery that he had probably come into contact with a lot of people with mental illnesses, and he had become a little more sensitive, otherwise...how could the dream last night be so strange...

Generally speaking, people's feelings about dreams are often vague, and most dreams will become very vague in a short period of time after getting up. Only a few dreams can be remembered for long periods of time. However, even if I remember it, it is often just some impressive fragments, and the details are very vague.

Qiao Xun thought about last night's dream...

That dream seemed to be very long, as long as hundreds of millions of years, but it seemed to be very short, with only a flashing moment.

But it is quite certain that the dream was very clear.

It was so clear that it seemed like I had experienced it myself.

He stared at the computer in a daze.

The sound of footsteps outside the office brought him back to his senses. A young woman with a thick stack of documents came in and said as she walked:

"Dr. Qiao, you are here. These are the medical records of patients who have had interview records with you. I put them on the file table here for you."

Qiao Xun was stunned, watching the young woman in a daze.

The young woman didn't hear the response for a long time. She was puzzled. After putting down the file, she looked at Qiao Xun,

"Doctor Qiao, what's the matter with you?"

Joe looked around and said with a smile:

"It's nothing, just a little stunned."

"Hey, it's rare that Doctor Qiao is in a daze." The young woman said half-jokingly.

Joe Patrol,

"Please help me screen the online medical treatment list for today. After screening, send it to me."

"OK."

After the young woman received the arrangement, she sat down at the computer desk on the other side of the office and started to get busy.

Inspector Qiao let out a slow breath and said to himself:

"It's really a lake, and you actually confuse dreams with reality..."

In the dream, his assistant was a young woman named Yu Xiaoshu, lively and cheerful... However, she has an extraordinary identity, very magical, very magical.

However, in reality, his assistant was a fresh graduate named Lin Qingyou.

Just now, he took the dream as a reality, and suddenly saw Lin Qingyou walking in. He didn't recognize it for a while, so he was dazed.

Putting aside his busy thoughts, Qiao Xun adjusted his state and started the day's work.

Today is mainly the work of online consultation, which is relatively easy and basically only requires some basic conversations.

He suddenly thought of something and looked at the electronic wall clock on the wall next to him.

The above shows that today is October 13th.

this day...

Qiao Xuntong shrank. That dream... started on October 13th. It originated from an online consultation with a strange patient. The first words of the strange patient were:

"I'm a leg control. Leg control, you know? Dr. Joe."

He remembered it very clearly, and even knew exactly how he behaved in the dream at the time.

same time...

Will the same thing happen?

Qiao Xun swallowed his saliva, his heart rate began to rise, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

He suddenly thought of a possibility, could he be... transmigrated? Or, reborn?

This kind of bridge is not unheard of in film and television dramas and stories.

The lack of protection really happened to me.

But in the dream and reality, his assistant is not the same person... This should show that the dream is just a dream...

Qiao Xun has no confidence.

After all, that dream was too clear and too real...

real...very real...

These thoughts have been circling in his mind, almost affecting his work status.

Lin Qingyou, an assistant working beside him, casts concerned eyes from time to time, and whenever he asks, he reluctantly copes with it. I can't say I'm thinking about the dream I had last night... It's really annoying.

Throughout the morning, Qiao Xun was in a daze.

After the lunch break, the afternoon work began.

The time for the dream to begin is getting closer and closer.

Qiao Xun became more and more nervous, and his heartbeat barely stabilized. Assistant Lin Qingyou asked several times if he was uncomfortable today and if he wanted to take a break, but he refused.

It is true that he is not in a good state now and is not suitable for work. If it was normal, he would not force himself, and would take leave early to rest. But today... the thought of verifying whether it was a dream or a rebirth made him not want to leave the computer for a moment.

Feeling nervous and looking forward to that moment.

This ambivalence that something bad was about to happen tormented him.

Time was passing, and the wall clock was ticking, beating at his heart.

It's almost here, that time...

Qiao Xun got up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and came back to sit before and after the computer desk again, his body froze for a moment.

On the screen, the consultation chat interface displayed a line of words:

"I'm a leg control. Leg control, you know? Dr. Joe."

At this moment, Qiao Xun seemed to feel that the blood in his whole body was instantly pumped to his heart, and then pumped out.

It's coming, it's coming!

That's not a dream!

But, if it wasn't a dream, why did his assistant change from Yu Xiaoshu to Lin Qingyou?

No, now is not the time to think about this.

Qiao Xun couldn't wait to start typing, wanting to reply to this patient. If the dream is true, then this patient is actually an evolutionary person who sewed many legs to himself. He entered a line in the pre-input interface,

"Are you an evolutionary?"

Just as he was about to send, he stopped again...

What if the follow-up does not develop as in the dream?

He calmed down, thought about it carefully, and decided to follow the flow in the dream first and observe the situation.

So, he replied intact according to the process in the dream:

"Of course. Do you like silk stockings? White silk, black silk, colorful silk..."

"No, nothing is best."

"Oh, barelegs."

…

After a series of chats, Qiao Xun finally confirmed that the content of the dream last night...is true!

The patient who was chatting with him was the weird evolutionary person in the dream.

After confirming this matter, Qiao Xun's soul seemed to be sublimated. Everything he knew in the dream was no longer a dream, but turned into real cognition, deeply engraved in his memory like a brand.

At this moment, he realized that his name was Qiao Xun and he was a devil.

Although I don't understand why I have returned to the original moment.

But he knew that this time, he had to solve the problem that had troubled him for a long time.

Goddess of Desire, who is it?

As early as a long time ago, Qiao Xun thought about one thing, why the "leg control evolutionary" would stare at him, obviously before he evolved, he was just an ordinary person. Also, why did he say that:

"God chose me."

as well as,

"Doctor Qiao, join me on this glorious long step to ascend to God!"

Who is his god?

And when he said the long step of ascending the gods, did he mean the seven stages of evolution, or...the golden long step in the depths of consciousness?

That "leg control evolutionary" died so early that Qiao Xun never had a chance to find out... Now, the opportunity has come.

Qiao Xun took a deep breath and stood up.

Lin Qingyou, the assistant on the side, asked,

"Doctor Joe, what's the matter?"

Qiao Xun shook his head,

"nothing."

Lin Qingyou was stunned for a while, she felt that today's Dr. Qiao seemed...a little different, seemed to have become more...mature? Or rather, more attractive.

Qiao Xun's thoughts turned into a line, and he followed this line.

Take the first step, the power of gluttony, immediately recover;

Taking the second step, the power of UU reading www.uukanshu.com **** will immediately recover;

third step…

the fourth step…

the fifth step…

…

The seventh step... He ascended to God again, and then, his pace continued to accelerate, and at the same time, the strength of his body continued to recover.

Until, he walked out the door of the office.

At this moment, he became the king who had gone through many adventures and stood at the end of the limit.

After letting out a deep breath, he dodged and disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was in an abandoned factory.

He knew that the "leg control evolutionary" who made the wheels start rolling was here.

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