Numerologist

The night was quiet.

Suddenly, "Ah——"

With a scream, Tong Tong suddenly woke up from the dream.

Clap—the light came on.

"What's the matter, did you have a nightmare?" Mom hugged him gently, patted his back lightly, and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, Tongtong, Mom is here."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

After recovering a bit, Tongtong said intermittently: "The dream was so scary. I was taken away by someone. They skinned... the mouse, and my skin was gone. It hurt so much..."

"Tongtong is good, it doesn't hurt. The dreams are all fake. We Tongtong are little warriors, so we are not afraid of them." Mom hugged her tightly, her voice was gentle, but her heart was very anxious.

These days Tongtong always dreams that he becomes a guinea pig. This dream is like a TV series, and it will be updated serially.It's just that the plot direction is not suitable for children. The mice were caught for experiments, which was too bloody.

The mother doesn't know whether the child's dream is because he has heard or read this story by accident, or is it because of evil spirits?Last time I called and talked about this with Tongtong's grandmother, she suggested to visit the bedside mother-in-law.

Neither she nor her husband are superstitious, but when they looked at the child in their arms who had nightmares for three days, they began to hesitate.

A week later, the middle-aged man came to the milk tea shop to work overtime.

"Hey, I wanted to go home early, but there was a temporary urgent task. But this time the problem is okay, and it can be dealt with in two hours."

He ordered a glass of green milk and sat in his old seat.

When the task was almost completed, I felt free and chatted with the parrot, "Your name is Xiaowu, the parrot's parrot?"

"One, two, three, four, five, I'm Xiao Wu." The parrot pretended to be stupid and chanted a catchphrase.

The middle-aged man asked again: "How old are you?"

The parrot tilted its head in contemplation, and only answered "six years old and six years old" when he asked the question a second time.The age is calculated according to the time she spent with Mo Zifei since she was conscious.

The middle-aged man smiled, "Coincidentally, you are the same age as my son. My son's name is Tongtong, and he is a very cute and well-behaved boy."

"But Tongtong has been having nightmares recently, and I don't know why."

The wife took the child to see a doctor, and also visited the bedside woman according to the mother-in-law. It can be said that both scientific and non-scientific methods have been tried, but none of them worked.Tongtong was still awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, couldn't sleep well at night, and had no energy during the day, and had already lost three catties in less than half a month.

The parrot tilted its head: "Nightmare?"

The middle-aged man sighed: "Yeah, I have been having nightmares. In the dream, Tongtong was a little white mouse who was captured by humans to do various experiments. Sometimes it was a repeated dream, and sometimes it was a dream with a coherent plot. They are all consistent. If I hadn’t firmly believed in science, I would have wondered if Tongtong traveled to another world at night.”

Um?This situation sounds familiar.

Xiao Wu thought about it seriously, and suddenly realized: Isn't this very similar to the dream of the Chosen One!

"I have to work overtime these two days. I plan to spare time on the weekend and take Tongtong to the sleep disorder center for examination. I hope to find the reason and solve the nightmare as soon as possible." Anxious.After packing up the computer, he got up and prepared to go home.

Xiao Wu quietly pulled out a feather, and used magic to penetrate the middle-aged man's body.This is her new tracking technique.

In the middle of the night, Tong Tong's house.

Mo Zifei and Xiao Wu sneaked in stealthily, set up an enchantment, and lit the Ningshen incense to help sleep.

Tongtong has her own small room, which is connected to the master bedroom with a sliding door.However, recently, because Tongtong can't sleep well, he sleeps in the master bedroom with his mother, and the middle-aged man sleeps on the sofa bed in the living room.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, after Tongtong and his mother fell into a deep sleep, Mo Zifei took out the lyre.

Gently pluck the ice string with your fingertips, "Seven strings and nine tunes Yi Tianmen, Tianyin proves that the heart shows the trace of life. Now——"

The extracted world line prompt screen is projected on the ceiling by the green beads rotating in the air.

Inside the sterile laboratory.

The tall man in protective clothing held the little white mouse by its tail, and lifted the wounded and dying little white mouse, and looked at him contemptuously: "This is what the gold master asked for? An ugly mouse."

"All kinds of experiments have been done. Except for abnormal brain data, the IQ is equivalent to that of a six-year-old human child, and other aspects are no different from ordinary mice." Another researcher pushed his glasses and explained indifferently.

"5000 million pieces, it's worth it." Researcher Gao Da sneered, "I don't know, I thought it was some kind of fairy meat."

Glasses researcher: "The quality of the meat is ordinary, buy a good implication, it is also the first goblin who is suspected of giving birth to wisdom." The goblin is fake, but the cleverness is true.

An injection was injected into the mouse and he was locked in an incubator.

The box was transferred to the seller, and the chef cut a small piece of meat from the mouse every day to ensure the freshness of the food.Wounds were bandaged and growth-promoting drugs were injected so that the food reserves could be used for a long time.

Rat meat is not uncommon, but a little white mouse suspected of being a fairy has a lot of face.

When the distinguished guests arrive, the wealthy merchants will entertain them with this white rat meat, and sometimes they will appreciate it and tease the poor little white rat.Weaving the beauty of the future for him over and over again, breaking it over and over again, deceiving and fooling him.

Later, the rich businessman got tired of the little white mouse, cut off his limbs and threw him into the trash can.As the garbage truck was transported to the garbage dump, the little white mouse struggled to crawl out of the garbage dump. He lay powerlessly on the ground, looking at a red moon in the distance.

"Ah—the mouse—" With a scream, the little white mouse finally died under the soles of the human shoes.

The scene ended, and the room was silent for a long time.

The little boy was muttering something in a low voice, with a pained expression on his face and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

It's already heartbreaking for those humans to hurt a poor little white mouse like this, but when I think that that little white mouse might be this cute and soft little boy in front of me, my heart hurts even more.

How could there be such scum in the world!

Xiao Wu scolded angrily: "I really want to throw those scumbags into hell, be tortured for thousands of years, and then be reincarnated as animals!"

"No, letting them reincarnate as beasts is an insult to beasts!"

After scolding happily, Xiao Wu thought about the business, "By the way, isn't the companion body the same soul and the same appearance as the Chosen One? Why is the little boy's companion body a mouse?"

Mo Zifei sighed, "That's not an ordinary little white mouse. It has already activated its spiritual intelligence and is a half-demon. If it can get enough spiritual energy, it can be completely demonized in the future, and it can be transformed into a human form after training."

Goblins are the darlings of heaven, and their bodies can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for cultivation.No matter how ignorant and ignorant a goblin born with wisdom is, its strength will gradually improve in the future.Unfortunately, that world seems to have very little aura, and the little white mouse has no future.

"Ah, this..." Xiao Wu didn't know what to say.She felt that the little white mouse was born in the wrong era.

In the picture, the intelligent equipment in the laboratory, the intelligent home of the wealthy businessman, the simulated robot housekeeper... All these details can be seen, it is a highly technological world.A little white mouse with a little bit of intelligence is considered a different kind there, and there are all kinds of illegal research.

It would be great if the little white mouse was born in the world of cultivation and grew up under the protection of an elder from the demon clan.

"It's not too late, let's go there quickly." Xiao Wu urged.

Go there early, maybe you can save the little white mouse!

Mo Zifei nodded in agreement, "Fei Gong - Pokong Sword!"

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Mechanical world.

Rows upon rows of hundreds of feet tall buildings, suspended trains and elevated tracks are intertwined.

Spaceships come and go like crucian carp crossing the river.

"My God, I seem to have entered the world of science fiction." Xiao Wu was dumbfounded.

Although she was mentally prepared, after coming to this world, she still felt that the two of them were out of place here, like bumpkins who entered a big city for the first time.

Mozi Feiheixian: It is enough to have you as a bumpkin, but I am not, thank you.

"Feigong—Thousands of Machines!"

The green silk sash is scattered all over the sky and into the ground. Thanks to the highly intelligent infrastructure, Qianji has collected a large amount of information.

This is a world of rapid technological development. Human beings not only have the ability to emigrate to the simulated ecological zone of the moon, but also conquer the deep sea for [-] miles.Productivity is highly developed, and a lot of production is handed over to intelligent machines, which liberates more human labor.

The service industry is in charge of simulated intelligent robots, which are restricted by the central control system (intelligent brain) and abide by the robot code of conduct.

A small number of human beings are engaged in some creative work, but the majority of human beings have become lazy and do nothing all day long because they have a lot of free time.At the same time, the phenomenon of wealth accumulation is serious, and 99% of the world's wealth is in the hands of 1% of human beings.The vast number of poor people without jobs live on government relief funds, have food, housing and pitiful pocket money. The daily worry is how to have fun.

This superficial happy society is undoubtedly a deformed society.

After learning about the general situation in this world, Mo Zifei changed his body, changed into a close-fitting soft armor similar to everyone else, and tied his long black hair.The white close-fitting soft armor is a special nano-material, which is waterproof and radiation-proof, and also has an air-conditioning function.Whether it is clothes sold in stores or uniformly issued by the government, they are all made of this material.

"Let's go, first set a small goal and find that laboratory." After getting ready, Mo Zifei removed the barrier and formally stepped into this world with the parrot.

The sterile laboratory in the mouse's memory has no iconic items, and the researcher is wearing a protective suit and cannot see his face clearly.There are hundreds of laboratories of the same size all over the world, and it is difficult to produce results in a short time.It was the wealthy businessman who showed his face, and his home address was easier to find.

"Since Qianji can find the address of the rich businessman, why not find out which laboratory the rich businessman has contact with?" Xiao Wu was puzzled, as long as he has been in contact with it, it will definitely leave traces in this high-tech era. .

Mo Zifei shook his head, "So far, there is no trace of rich businessmen having contact with the laboratory."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up, "The little white mouse is still in the lab?"

Does this mean that the little white mouse has not yet been murdered by a wealthy businessman?She will definitely find a way to save the little white mouse!

Mo Zifei frowned, acquiescing to her words.

The author has something to say: Second update!

Gang Zhen, writing novels by myself is happier than reading other people’s novels, (╥╯^╰╥)

I can't extricate myself from being addicted to Tianshiwen, alas