I live in a desert island property

For Lao Zhang, who doesn't have much social life, he has a lot of resistance to the current state of personal emotional loss, and he is unwilling to focus only on grand narratives.

He sighed softly: "Is there anything else special?"

Wang Fumin saw that he was in a bad mood, and told a real hell joke: "In a small country in the west, in order to develop the economy, romance movies reappeared. There are some things, I don't know how to say it, you just say it It is completely harmless to social development, it seems not so; it is not necessary to say that it is very harmful to social development.”

"This is the case with capital. The greatest good of capital lies in the buffer between people, otherwise many forces will directly act on people; the greatest evil of capital lies in putting the cart before the horse. As long as there are profitable things, people will do them."

"Is the drift bottle still usable? If I can, I'll send you a copy? Girls in this era seem to be more beautiful than those in the past."

Zhang Ming smiled wryly again, he is almost 150 years old, and he is still watching romance movies: "Forget it, I am afraid that the bottle will never come back. Put the drift bottle in my hand as a souvenir, wait for me I'll give it back to you when I'm back."

The craftsmen of Honggang civilization have said that there is a high probability that it will not be able to complete the next trip, and Zhang Ming has no need to gamble on this.

"I'm relieved if you say that." Wang Fumin nodded, he was actually a little worried, and after a long silence, he said, "If you have anything to say, you can talk to me, and I'll accompany you at any time... Take care. "

"Then let's talk next time!"

Zhang Ming waved his hand and left Gaia's consciousness space.

...

After Wang Fumin regained consciousness, he rubbed his temples and looked at the dark clouds outside the window.

The sky in July seemed a bit hot, and the weather outside the window changed abruptly, rumbling, and thunderstorms began to fall.

This is a season full of vitality. There are cold popsicles, refreshing iced soda, girls in skirts dancing on the street, and cicadas chattering on big trees. The Western Continent in the distance is being vigorously rebuilt. Such internal contradictions, human civilization is indeed developing rapidly.

But Lao Wang never thought that a person like Zhang Ming, who descended from the heavens, would one day be lost in the sea of ​​demon gods...

The news made him feel chills all over his body, so that he was at a loss for the first time, and lit a cigarette. In fact, he has no addiction to cigarettes, but he will smoke when he is stressed.

He has many friends, but at this moment, there are few people who can share this pressure.

Finally, let out a long sigh.

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...

Zhang Ming opened his eyes. It was still the familiar energy room. After making a phone call with a friend, his mental state did not improve.

The fact that his sister died made him subconsciously want to do something, even just cry a lot.

He wandered anxiously, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he clenched his hands into fists, trying to get back what the demon god had deprived him of. He was sweating profusely from anxiety, and the unspeakable pain hit his heart like a wave, but was blocked by a strong dam.

However, mortals.

How can you defeat an invisible enemy? !

Zhang Ming returned to the bedroom, found the letter written by his sister, and read it word by word.

"Brother, hello!" She always started this sentence, making Lao Zhang look really old.

My younger sister is a very literary person, and the occasional letters are full of life.

"I bought a ginkgo tree and planted it in the yard of the community..."

When I saw this sentence, there was such a slight psychological fluctuation.

But it's just a little bit, just like a superficial touch of water, it doesn't hurt or itch.

Zhang Ming felt that he was a walking corpse, and the dead sea was his final grave. No matter how hard he struggled, he still couldn't escape the fate of becoming a corpse.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ming flicked his finger lightly, releasing an electric current, the nail of the index finger was lifted, and bright red blood flowed from the fingertip.

"hiss!"

With the help of the pain, Zhang Ming finally shed a crystal tear, which rolled down his cheek and fell to the ground, just like the tears of a crocodile, shed only for pain.

The horror of derealism is nothing more than this, losing the truth, losing the self, and losing everything!

Zhang Ming sighed deeply. He still has the last trick of "memory library". Many memories, including the emotions and perceptions that occurred at that time, are all recorded in the memory library.

But he didn't dare to open the "memory library" rashly, because the "inaccuracy" was like a virus, constantly polluting his spiritual will.

It can only be used when he can't hold on anymore.

Once the memory library is polluted, many precious things will never be found again.

[Excuse me, what trouble did you encounter? 】The little golden gourd quietly floated behind him.

The golden light emitted by the gourd was the only color Zhang Ming could see besides black and white.

"I am constantly losing some precious pearls, and the lost pearls can never be found again. I don't even want to look for it, which seems very strange and makes people extremely anxious." Zhang Ming paused and sighed slightly.

In fact, he doesn't believe in Hulu, even though Hulu has always acted as harmless to humans and animals, he is still on guard.

But who could he complain to? In the eyes of Lao Wang, he is the pillar of the earth's civilization, as if there is no difficulty that can stump him, an extraordinary person; in the eyes of Xiaobai, he is the unbeatable "Emperor Zhang"; In the eyes of an existence that has witnessed countless births, old ages, illnesses and deaths, a person who has devoured the rules of the Demon God should... not collapse due to a little mental illness!

But, but...

That turbulent emotion is like a flood blocked by a dam, not a single drop can be released!

There was no light in Zhang Ming's eyes, as if he was an old man who was dying.

[I understand how you feel. ] Calabash said softly, 【But, I... can't solve the derealization syndrome. It wasn't triggered by me either. 】

【I can tell you how derealism came about, I saw a "thread" that stretched to the deepest part of the deep ocean. The appearance of this line has a lot to do with your own thoughts, and it is the power of the whole world. 】

[I have no way to dispose of that "wire", sorry. 】

"Why are you telling me this? Just because it's fun? Wouldn't it be better to watch me die quietly and collect the body for me?"

Zhang Ming's words were actually quite aggressive.

Calabash hesitated for a while before explaining: [I can tell you that the end of derealism is the state of the demon god [long-cherished wish]. It has no color in its eyes and cannot understand emotions and "me". The wishes of others are all it can accept. 】

【I'm telling you this because I haven't had a good time recently. They're all... hostile to me, but I can't explain it. 】

[If you make a wish, I can help you find some things. 】

[Don't think my behavior is strange, because I was in a similar state in the past, and I had to pass other people's wishes to gain some ability to act. Although I am weak now, I am still somewhat different from the past. 】

Zhang Ming opened his mouth.

Should it be believed?

There are many unsolved mysteries on this little golden gourd.

But at this moment, he has lost his curiosity, and the emotions he has accumulated for a long time are like a precarious barrier lake, and the blockage is getting bigger and bigger. He fell into a deeper void, and the cold reason and the remaining human instinct launched a frantic fight.

In the end Zhang Ming touched those letter papers, and memories of the past flooded up sporadically, making him make a choice——I can’t forget these things, no matter who I turn to for help.

"I make a wish, please help me."

If life is not happy, Tuber Gourd is in a happy mood and sings a clear and melodious song. I don't know where the ancient ballad is from.

Zhang Ming's eyelids gradually drooped, and his mental state that was close to collapse after not having a good rest for a long time was gradually soothed by the singing. He fell into a deep dream.

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"You should study hard in high school and get admitted to a good university. You will be relaxed when you go to university! Then you will have time to fall in love, and neither your father nor I will object."

"The college entrance examination will be in one year, and it will only be the last year. Work harder and score more points in the exam!"

"I went to the store, you look at your sister, let her do her homework, don't look up the answer from the computer, and then copy it."

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same, Zhang Ming only felt that the voices of his parents were very noisy.

Zhang Ming scratched his head and looked at his hands. The long-term labor, the rough marks of wear and tear are gone, replaced by a pair of white and tender hands in the student days. calluses.

Something always feels wrong.

Um……

I, Emperor Zhang Ming, have been reborn?

Lao Zhang looked left and right, his heart beating wildly.

It was a scorching summer, the air was hot and windless, the willows were listless, the cement road was smoky, and an egg thrown on the road might be cooked to the point of being cooked.

He is about to be in his third year of high school and has a puppy love. During the summer vacation, he seems to have a date with a girl.

Zhang Ming touched himself, all his abilities disappeared, and he became an ordinary person.

Everything that has been experienced seems to be just a not so wonderful dream.

"Did you hear that? Zhang Ming!" Mom called impatiently at the door, "I'm going to the store, take care of your sister."

"I heard it, I heard it." Zhang Ming said casually.

"Bang", with a soft sound, the door was closed, and my mother left.

Zhang Ming thought in his heart, this is a dream, the stories that happened in the past are indeed true, and the purpose of his coming here is just to find some things.

"Only the age of youth and nothing."

"An ordinary day when nothing happened."