Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

After a thunderstorm, the lively atmosphere of the New Year remains. The bright, dewy spring sun passes over the empty bench in the pavilion and slowly creeps into the quaint bedroom.

Every piece of furnishing in the room, from the bed, cabinets, tables and chairs to the porcelain and collectibles, is placed in an excellent feng shui position, representing great wealth, prosperity, and eternal peace.

It nourishes both the body and the soul.

Especially when a soul returns to its place by chance...

The young man on the bed had an unknown dream. Even though he was unconscious, his brows were furrowed. Sadness followed him like a shadow that he couldn't get rid of.

The soft and thin goose down quilt covered his body, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making his face turn red and unable to move.

When Chi Qinghe regained consciousness, he felt an inexplicable heat in his body, his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, and every breath he exhaled was tainted with an indescribable desire.

He raised his arms and pressed them against his burning eyelids, struggling hard.

"Boom boom boom——"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Chi, are you okay?" Assistant Wenson asked worriedly, "Do you need a doctor to take another look?"

Chi Qinghe moved his arms away and sat up from the bed, supporting his extremely heavy body.

"I am fine."

Hearing the response, the big stone in Wenson's heart fell instantly.

"Breakfast is ready, would you like it served?"

"No, I'll go downstairs and eat with Lao Chi."

Chi Qinghe didn't notice anything wrong with the words. He rubbed his eyebrows and replied in a hoarse voice.

When Wenson heard this outside the door, his alarm bells immediately rang, and he almost subconsciously wanted to unlock the door and rush inside.

"Don't go in!" An arm suddenly inserted in front of him and forcibly stopped him from moving down.

"How many times have I told you, especially at times like this, the more you don't want to provoke him."

The family doctor lowered his voice and scolded the tall man in front of him mercilessly.

Wenson admitted that he was in the wrong and silently withdrew his hand.

"I'm afraid that Xiao Chi will be like before, unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality, and will..."

The doctor obviously knew what was going on. He sighed and shook his head, then asked as usual, "Did you take your medicine last night?"

Wenson's expression froze. "When I arrived last night, Mr. Chi had been drugged again, so I took him to the hospital. When I came back...it was my fault. I forgot to keep an eye on him myself."

"Last night was New Year's Eve, and everyone was rushing to be with their families and stay up all night. I understand."

The doctor sighed again, his tone more compassionate.

"Except for his mother in prison, he's the only one left in the Chi family. I thought finding a companion would make him less lonely and give him more ties to the world, but who knew..."

He tutted his tongue twice and jokingly sighed, "Miss Yun is not a good match."

Wenson thought of the couple who had blatantly abandoned Mr. Chi and ran away from their marriage yesterday, and his fists hardened. "I won't let them have it easy."

The doctor glanced at him and said, "Don't be too harsh. It will easily give people something to talk about."

"I have my measure."

In the bedroom, Chi Qinghe could not hear the two people's deliberately suppressed conversation. He was staring at his arms and hands with a confused look on his face.

strangeness.

How come he's so normal?

Apart from being a little bigger, he didn't feel any other difference.

He still remembered the punishment 4011 gave him, turning him into an alien.

At that time, 4011 also showed him several example pictures, and without exception, they all looked extremely weird and creepy.

Like magnified versions of various insects, with sharp pincers, sticky saliva, and smelly body fluids... He hated every one of them.

Also, wasn't he in the swimming pool before he passed out?

Why does it appear in...

When I caught a glimpse of the familiar medicine bottle on the bedside table, the sleepiness in my mind immediately disappeared.

He stared wide-eyed as he surveyed the room inch by inch: the pile of documents on the desk, the antiques covering the walls, and this obviously more mature body...

This is the world he originally lived in!

He is back?

Or... was it just a dream...

impossible!

He wants to go back.

Must go back.

Someone is waiting for him!

Chi Qinghe kept calling 4011 in his mind, hoping that the familiar ding-ding sound would ring out.

But no matter how hard he tried, 4011 seemed to have never had any connection with him. It was just quiet.

Without even having time to put on shoes, she ran towards the bathroom as if escaping, and accidentally bumped into the perfume cabinet on the way.

The perfume was located relatively far to the outside, and after shaking twice, it completely lost its composure and fell downwards.

"Crash-"

The expensive perfume mixed with the bottle residue was scattered all over the floor, and more than a dozen villas were gone.

But it was obvious that their owner was a wealthy man and he did not stop for a moment.

When Chi Qinghe looked at himself in the mirror, his brain suddenly froze!

He pinched his arm, and the pain immediately generated in his brain, telling him that all this was not a dream. Then, the feeling of powerlessness suddenly grew like a wildly growing vine, entangling his blood vessels and bones, violently stirring his internal organs into a pool of mud.

He covered his heart, which felt as if a gash had been cut out there, and pieces of flesh mixed with blood just kept flowing out, staining his black pajamas a shade darker.

The blood color was still spreading, and the corners of the eyes, cochlea, and lips seemed to be inspired. A oozing blood line slowly slid out on the porcelain-white skin...

Looking at his increasingly terrifying self in the mirror, Chi Qinghe grabbed his hair and roared miserably and angrily.

He didn't dare to look at the mirror, didn't dare to look at himself, until his eyes were infected with blood and madness spread wildly. He trembled, screamed, and smashed the mirror with one punch!

The crackling sound did not give Chi Qinghe a chance to breathe, but instead dealt the young man the heaviest blow.

The multiplying fragments of the mirror, each one reflecting the young man's deepest fear.

Even though they were in a mess and their facial features were blurred by blood, they still laughed at, ridiculed and mocked the young man in a condescending manner. Every word they said was pulling Chi Qinghe back into the abyss.

"You are an evil star. Everyone who has anything to do with you will be cursed."

"You were the one who killed Lao Chi. If it weren't for that phone call you made, he wouldn't have died."

"You think you can get rid of us just because it was a dream? Don't be so delusional."

"When did you become so stupid that you even took the things in your dreams seriously."

"How could Lao Chi be resurrected? How could Song Xulin and the others be friends with someone as awful as you? And Gong Huasui, you really think too highly of yourself."

"People who have long been rotten in the mud are not qualified to have these."

"What's the point of you living in this world? Come on, pick me up and put me at your throat. Soon, we can end this..."

Amidst the accusations, Chi Qinghe initially refuted, then became self-doubting, and finally curled up helplessly in the corner, his eyes dim and expression wooden, the hands pressing on his ears loosening increasingly, allowing those evil curses that incited death to penetrate his eardrums.

At this moment, he was like a prisoner who was forced to leave Utopia. The blow of shattered dreams and collapsed faith made him feel that even breathing was a mistake and a burden.

He began to tremble uncontrollably.

First the hands, then the teeth, and finally the whole body.

He raised his chin tremblingly, staring at the obviously more mature self in the mirror fragment with bloodshot eyes, and slowly felt disgusted.

He stretched out his hand and inched closer to the broken glass.

When I got it in my hand, I felt a sense of relief.

Was those months of life in another world a dream?

seems like it.

The fingers tightened, the flesh was cut, and blood kept coming out. Half of it seeped out through the fingers, and the other half flowed along the sharp edges of the fragments, focusing on the sharpest part of the bottom, and drop by drop dyed the tiles blood red.

Chi Qinghe felt no pain. Even when he saw life slipping away, he smiled with relief in his eyes.

Turning his wrist and pointing the tip at the neck, Chi Qinghe simply adjusted the angle slightly and stabbed towards the aorta without hesitation!

"boom--"

Just then, there was a sound of breaking the door, followed by a burst of hurried footsteps.

It seems... someone is calling his name...

Looking at the person running towards him quickly outside the door, Chi Qinghe was still muttering naively and ridiculously.

"Wenson...that wasn't a dream..."

He used his last bit of strength to finish this sentence and speed up his hands.

Wenson's heart tightened and he rushed over quickly. With one hand, he grabbed the fragment that was about to sink into his neck, and with the other hand, he hugged the young man, turned around, used himself as a cushion, and fell to the hard tiles with a bang.

Ignoring the pain in his hand, he quickly got up. Seeing that the young man was completely unconscious, he yelled at the door like crazy.

"Come on! Styptic medicine! Bandage!"

The family doctor didn't dare to delay any longer and hurried over with the first aid kit.