[Quick Transmigration] 100 Ways to Treat Neuropathy

so cold...

Wu Ming couldn't help shivering. This cold feeling seemed to put his whole body in the refrigerator, and the cold air was still blowing on him.

There was a squeaking sound in my ears, like a bad wire.

Wu Ming opened his eyes, the bright white light in front of him rendered the ceiling too strange, even if a madman with a chainsaw appeared next moment, it would not be surprising.

Wu Ming sat up from the cold ground with his hands propped up, and found that the source of the bright white light just now came from the TV that was turned on in front of him.

[R? ]

Wu Ming tried to ask in his mind.

But, like so many times, there was no response from anyone in my mind, and that person seemed to be dead.

R has always been a very casual person. Wu Ming knew in the past that he would only answer you when he wanted to talk to you, and most of them had bad intentions, but this time it made him flustered for no reason. up.

This time R didn't tell him about this world, nor did he give him the memory of the original owner.

Nothing at all…

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony were wide open, and the cold wind outside the window rolled up the curtains hanging from the floor again and again, and the cold wind blew into the living room through the thin curtains.

No wonder it was so cold just now.

Wu Ming supported his forehead, barely stood up, and decided to close the window first.

The TV screen in the living room was squeaking with snowflakes, and the female voice inside was intermittently expressing something. Coupled with the cold wind blowing into the house and the dim light in the house, it was like a haunted house.

Perhaps the original owner had been lying on the floor for a long time, and was blown by the cold wind. After Wu Ming closed the window, he felt his head hurt and sat on the sofa to rest.

The sound of the TV was still very stuck, and the picture was full of flakes of snow. Wu Ming lowered his eyes and rested for a while, but couldn't bear the unpleasant sound of the TV, and planned to end up with a headache and get up and find the remote control panel to turn off the TV.

As a result, as soon as he got up, he saw the screen of the TV began to show some programs intermittently.

However, there are still black and white pixels on the edge, which looks even more weird, like a posthumous photo...

On the screen that was stuck on the TV, one could vaguely see a man in a black suit sitting on the sofa.

The man seemed to be accepting some kind of interview. When Wu Ming saw the man, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Helpless, two-thirds of the man's face was blocked by black and white pixels, even if he was familiar with it, Wu Ming couldn't recognize it for a while.

"I... smell..."

"...very...proud..."

The man's voice came intermittently from the TV, but because it was mixed with the sound of mechanical failure, it sounded distorted.

more and more familiar.

Wu Ming gradually frowned, staring at the TV in front of him without blinking.Perhaps because the signal was better just now, the images on the TV began to move intermittently, and the black and white pixels on the man's face began to gradually disappear.

bit by bit... bit by bit...

From the mouth to the nose, the more the man's face was shown, the familiarity in Wu Ming's heart gradually deepened.

just a little bit...

As long as he saw that person's eyes... Wu Ming felt that he could immediately know who this familiar man was.

All his energy is now focused on the man on the TV. When the snowflakes are about to disappear completely, he is even more nervous, his eyes are glued to the man's face and he dare not move.

At this time, a shock came from his trouser pocket.

Perhaps because he was too unprepared, Wu Ming was frightened by the shock and rolled around on the sofa... fell to the ground...

"hiss…"

Just when he fell down, he just hit the corner of the table. Wu Ming clutched his forehead and got up in a bit of embarrassment.

But at this moment, he didn't care about the pain, he was still eager to see the man's appearance.

Turning his head, he found that the show just now had finished playing, and now the screen had jumped to the advertisement. An actress was holding a box of toothpaste, showing her white teeth, and introducing the product in front of her with a smile.

Next to it is a line of small words reminding the program preview of the next time period, it seems to be a TV series...

Lying, trough,

Who the hell is calling at this time...

Anyone who is interrupted at an important moment will not be in a good mood. Wu Ming took out the mobile phone that was still vibrating, and found that the name on the caller ID was [Assistant].

assistant?Was the original owner the president, the manager, or the celebrity?This term is too broad, and almost all occupations can be equipped with assistants. Wu Ming couldn't select them for a while, and because he was in a bad mood, he directly refused to answer the call.

After refusing to answer, Wu Ming looked at the advertisement on the TV screen and became more and more annoyed. He was really annoyed by this coincidental call. He gritted his teeth and wanted to call back and scold that [assistant] a meal.

Just thinking like this, the phone vibrated again. Wu Ming picked it up and found that it was the [assistant] who had just refused to answer the call.

Well, since it was delivered to your door, don't blame me for scolding you!

Sliding his finger over the answer button, Wu Ming picked up the phone, just as he was about to curse, a female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Wu Ming, you finally answered the phone, woo woo woo, I called you more than 30 times and you didn't answer. I almost thought something happened to you, and I'm thinking about calling the police."

The female voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little green, flustered like a fledgling newcomer, Wu Ming could almost imagine the helplessness of the assistant on the other end of the phone.

But he froze when the assistant called his name.

Wu Ming...

This name is like a gate.

The moment the assistant shouted, the gate was pulled open, and the memories in Wu Ming's mind rushed towards him like a flood almost instantly.

Wu Ming took two steps, and fell down on the sofa weakly.

"However, Mr. Wu Ming, I want to say that the person in charge of the International Perfume Contest has been calling me to ask if you want to be the judge of this competition. The urging is really too tight, and I can hardly stand QAQ."

"Hey?"

There was no answer on the other end of the phone, and the assistant asked again in a panic: "Mr. Wu Ming, are you still there?"

"exist…"

Wu Ming stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. His head, which was not very comfortable because of catching a cold, now hurts even more because of the impact of the memory just now.

Wu Ming replied weakly: "Let me think about it..."

Assistant: "Don't, don't...Mr. Wu Ming, I really can't stand it anymore. I will give you an answer tomorrow, Mr. Wu Ming." There was a small sobbing sound from behind, and the assistant was obviously a little anxious.

"Okay..." Wu Ming just wanted to hang up the phone quickly, so he said perfunctorily, "I'll go."

Then, without waiting for the assistant on the other end to reply, Wu Ming turned off his phone directly, and his whole body collapsed on the soft leather sofa.