Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

When she got home, Qiao Jingjing immediately drew all the curtains. She wanted to verify something.

During her university years, she read many novels. They covered a wide range of genres, but she particularly loved books about space escape, historical biographies, and forensic crime stories.

These three themes seem completely unrelated, which actually reflects something. Qiao Jingjing is a bold and imaginative person, full of curiosity about the unknown, whether it has happened or not.

She often puts herself in a certain storyline and wonders how she would react if the historical figure had gone through the same thing.

Before starting work, I was an absolute atheist, believing in all scientific theories. As I've grown older, I've gradually come to realize that the world isn't black and white; gray areas are the norm in society.

What about other aspects? Are they also inexplicable by common sense and scientific theories, like the teleportation that happened this afternoon?

Just like the dreams I've had over the past three days.

This dream is actually quite terrifying for many people.

The dream was set in a pitch-black place, and in that darkness, a face appeared, like a ghost, saying the same thing to you in a calm and distant tone, while you couldn't make a sound.

But Qiao Jingjing wasn't afraid; in fact, she was vaguely excited. This thrill of exploration spread to every pore of her body.

She had a gut feeling that this ring was a treasure, with more than just the function of teleportation.

We've strayed from the topic; let's get back to the present.

After drawing the curtains, she closed her eyes tightly and silently said: Go in.

The next second, before my eyes were even fully open, I sensed a change in light. Slowly opening my eyes, I was stunned by the sight before me.

The green lawn stretches endlessly. Not far away, there is a mountain, its trees lush and verdant.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound of the waterfall. The waterfall cascades down and gathers into a stream, the water flowing against the rocks, creating a picturesque scene of tranquility and beauty.

The stream was not far to her right, about a meter wide, flowing down from the mountain and right behind her. Qiao Jingjing turned around and found that there was also a lot of surprises behind her.

It's a courtyard house with a seemingly simple design, covering an area of ​​about 1,000 square meters. Presumably because there are no other people in the space, there is no main gate.

There are two crabapple trees and two pomegranate trees in the courtyard, one in the east wing and the other in the west wing. The main building is the largest, with a side room on the left and a rear building on the right, all surrounded by covered walkways.

There was a small door next to the side room. Walking through it on the stone slabs, you could see a piece of land behind the house. Looking along the stream, it stretched for quite a distance along the land.

We then went back to visit the main house. The house was fully furnished, all made of fine wood. Although I didn't know what kind of wood it was, I could smell a faint fragrance.

The bedroom has wooden floors and is fully furnished with a canopy bed, a chaise lounge, and a dressing table. My favorite is the canopy bed.

The canopy bed, also known as a step stool bed, features exquisite carvings on all four sides. It has a canopy on top, a base below, and screens around the perimeter, with the rear screen being openable.

The bed frame is made of various types of wood. The lintel is inlaid with opera figures made of boxwood and ivory, and the windows are shaped like banana leaves. The colors are bright, with a red background, and the overall design is full of contrasting beauty between lines and surfaces, and between light and dark shades.

The wood has a fine texture, beautiful grain, and a fragrant aroma. It is also rot-proof and insect-proof. The entire bed is constructed with mortise and tenon joints, requiring no nails, and can be disassembled and reassembled.

Qiao Jingjing stroked her chin thoughtfully. She had never had the chance to sleep in such a nice bed before, but now it was hers, and she could sleep however she wanted.

We then arrived at the rear room, which served as the kitchen and dining room. Although the stove was a wood-fired stove, the materials used were modern.

The countertop is tiled, with two stoves and a small round hole in the middle, about 20 centimeters in diameter. Water is added to this hole when cooking, so there's hot water to wash the pots while cooking. There's also a stainless steel faucet attached to the side.

The dining table is square and has four stools. Opposite the table, against the wall, is a cabinet containing bowls, chopsticks, and various condiments.

There was a well at the corner of the corridor connecting the rear building and the east wing. Peeking over it, the water was calm and still. The water was very shallow; you could reach it with your hand. There were no tools for drawing water nearby.

Qiao Jingjing scooped up a handful of water and drank it. Instantly, she felt refreshed all over, with an indescribable sense of ease and comfort throughout her body.

Could this be the standard spiritual spring water in this space? I couldn't resist drinking some more, and then continued my tour of the space feeling refreshed.

Then I went to the bathroom, which had a washing machine, dryer, shower room, and hair dryer.

What Qiao Jingjing found most unbelievable was that there was water and electricity inside, and she didn't know where they came from.

Stepping out of the courtyard and looking around, isn't this little world just the idyllic paradise described by Mr. Tao?

I'll plant mixed-color climbing roses along the courtyard wall, and put a fish pond, potted plants, and all sorts of flowers and grasses in the yard. I can't have a view of the sea, but I can still easily enjoy the simple pleasure of picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence in spring.

Isn't this the perfect dream house?

Qiao Jingjing thought to herself with a happy smile.

She didn't visit the other rooms, but she guessed they were in similar condition.

Qiao Jingjing exited the space, went to her kitchen to get an apple, and then took a bottle of iced fresh milk before returning to the space.

He switched his phone to timer mode, took a bite out of the apple, placed it on the table with the fresh milk, and then slipped out of the space.

Seeing that 20 minutes had passed on her watch, Qiao Jingjing went into her space to check for changes.

The apple still looked like it had just been bitten, with no signs of oxidation on the bitten area.

The fresh milk was just as cool as it had been in the refrigerator, and there weren't many small water droplets on the bottle. The time on the phone was clearly 201 minutes.

In other words, there is a 10-fold time difference between inside and outside the space, and it also has the function of preservation and anti-corrosion.

Qiao Jingjing was overjoyed. Why bother going to work so hard? She could just farm, grow fruits and vegetables, sell them for money, and become rich. It was that simple! Becoming a rich woman like Qiao Jingjing was just around the corner!

Because I was happy, I drank a can of beer with dinner and fell asleep in a daze.

"I can't hold on much longer, are you ready to come over?"

"Who exactly are you?" Qiao Jingjing suddenly realized that she could actually speak in her dream, and a strange excitement and curiosity welled up in her heart.

Without hesitation, she pressed on, "I've wanted to ask you this for a long time! Why do you keep appearing in my dreams and calling out to me? What's going on?"

Qiao Jingjing's voice echoed in the silent dream, as if carrying an irresistible force.

She stared wide-eyed at the figure, trying to find some clues from the other person's expression or movements.

However, the figure was always shrouded in a thin mist, and all that could be seen was a sallow and thin face, like a withered tree whose life force had been drained, and ill-fitting clothes, like tattered rags hanging on the body.

"Who I am is not the time to tell you. It's not that I'm unwilling to say, but I have no choice. I can only tell you that we are intertwined, and it's hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Everything depends on our own destiny."

"You couldn't speak before because you lacked an opportunity. Now, the ring has found its owner and you have established a connection. Jingjing, I can only hold on for a maximum of two more days. According to the time difference in space and time, you have 10 days to prepare. Remember, once you disappear, you will have no connection with the present world. Prepare well."