Chen Zhihe pushed open the door blankly, walked slowly to the sofa in the living room and sat down, and then began to instinctively observe the surrounding environment.

The main composition of this living room basically comes from his residence before the age of thirty-four, and about 10% comes from his residence in childhood, and finally a very small number of them come from some meaningless places.

The TV and the table were nearly 90% similar to what he remembered, and there were several familiar beautiful potted plants huddled in the corners of the house. In reality, they should have always been placed on the balcony, and there were still a few unseen chairs. There were no creatures to trace their origins, but their unique style still left a deep enough impression on him.

The brown clock was not hung on the wall like memory, but was thrown at the corner of the table like a rag. The second and hour hands were transformed into several curves as it deformed. This scene was from the works of a surrealist painter and penetrated into the world where it was sinking and located along the memory.

In the two corners behind Chen Zhihe, there were two strangers who should not have appeared here, one was a member of the young male Savior League who betrayed them not long ago, and the other was Chen Zhihe's face that he had seen on the street a few years ago, but the woman standing in the house had already had a little confused - as he remembered this.

The man among them just stared at the front with a dull face, just like a mentally ill person imprisoned. Although the woman couldn't see her face clearly, Chen Zhihe always felt that her eyes were falling on her.

seem……

What's wrong with it?

He showed a little vigilant look, and as his brain thought hard and slowly, some thoughts were constantly emerging and flowing in his mind.

Tomorrow's breakfast, violet, unreasonable, 52, unreal, hyena...

I no longer live here!

Suddenly, the expression of Shen Zhihe became nervous, and the alert occupied all his eyes. Then he began to instinctively use his skills to fight the enemy as if he had seen a similar tiger. A groggy feeling rushed into his mind, but the thought of awakening had already arose in his heart.

Crunch.

At this moment, the sound of the door being pulled open came from behind him, which temporarily defeated Chen Zhihe's all thoughts just now, and attracted his attention to the position behind him.

Chen Zhihe stood up, turned around and looked at the door that was pushing inward, and there was a reassuring rustling sound inside, which cut his vigilance a little bit again, and then he stood there, trying to "clear" his thoughts a little.

But suddenly the roar of a beast came from the door, and he heard the sound of the sound and rushed towards the bedroom door that opened inward without hesitation.

Chen Zhihe pushed the door open completely in panic, and then the warm scene came into his eyes. A ten-year-old girl was lying on the bed, holding a watercolor pen in her hand, depicting the imaginary world.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

She was safe - this thought instantly dissipated all his alert and vigilance just now.

Chen Zhihe unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, quietly walked behind his daughter, and said in a gentle voice:

"Xiao Ling?"

"Dad!" The girl turned around in surprise, then happily pounced on his arms.

Chen Zhihe gently picked up his daughter, and at the same time a slight guilt surged into his heart, as if he was still on that afternoon when he suddenly returned home.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen his daughter for a long time. He was busy with work these days. Moreover, due to his special nature, although he was not short of money at all, he had no way to ask for leave.

He cannot quit.

"Baby." He touched his daughter's hair, and then gently put her down, "What are you doing?"

The girl did not answer his question immediately, but said expectantly:

"Dad, how long can you stay here this time..."

Chen Zhihe opened his mouth with some guilt when he heard this, but he still overcomes the difficulties and says:

"It should be that our work is going to an important level today. I will be passing by here temporarily to see you, but I promise that I will have a long holiday soon. I have already agreed with my boss that she is a reasonable lady."

The girl nodded in disappointment at first, but after hearing the second half, she laughed happily, as if she was looking forward to the happy time she had been with her father soon:

"Dad, by the way, let me show you this."

Chen Zhihe looked at her child with a doting face and ran back to the bed with a doting look on her face. Then he took the drawing board she had just painted and handed it to her father, with an expression of expectation flashing in her eyes.

Until then, everything was still basically the same as what he remembered.

Chen Zhihe looked down at the picture book. There were several villains with different colored strokes on it. The second person on the right was himself. The villain had casual clothes he usually wore at home, and his left hand was tightly holding the short-haired little girl on the far right - that is, her daughter.

On the left side of his mouth, there was a young woman with hair tied in her hair, followed by two other people, among which the men looked a little old, while the women dressed very skillfully, and they looked normal...

But on the far left of the drawing paper, there was a seemingly human-shaped thing standing there. His body composition was simpler than the others, just a few of the most ordinary black lines. The position of his face was blocked by the messy black lines, and these seemingly doodle lines formed two "horns" in his head, making him look like some terrifying monster.

Chen Zhihe bent down and asked his daughter gently in a tone:

"The two you drew are me and you."

The girl clicked heavily and was particularly happy that her father could see what this was:

"Well! This is my dad and I."

He did not reveal his concerns and pointed at the other people curiously and asked:

"Who are these?"

The girl said happily:

"It's the uncles and sisters who have come to our house."

Chen Zhihe asked in confusion:

"What uncle and sister?"

Bang.

The girl suddenly grabbed him and then pulled him out.

He allowed his daughter to move forward with all his strength.

No resistance.

They returned to the living room, and the girl raised her arm and pointed at the three people who didn't exist just now and said:

"It's them."

Chen Zhihe looked over with her fingers.

Standing in front was Qin Lan, Feng Shaoying and Tao He were standing half a step behind her, looking ahead with a calm expression, as if they were talking to someone.

"So it's them." Chen Zhihe nodded, "Baby, do you know who they are?"

The girl showed a serious look of thinking:

"Dad's friend?"

He nodded and said:

"That's right, and they are also my father's colleagues. These uncles and sisters are very good people. If you encounter any problems, you can ask them for help."

The girl asked in confusion:

"Can't I just look for dad?"

He reached out and touched the girl's head:

"Silly kid, you may not be able to find me, for example, what should I do if I am at work?"

He was in a dangerous war and could die at any time. What made him step into danger was not the terrible world outside. There was nothing worth fighting for him, but he still couldn't bear the price of defeat.

The girl nodded:

"Well, I remember!"

Shen Zhihe pointed at the villain whose face was cut off and asked:

"Then who is this?"

After hearing the problem, the girl showed a confused expression and then said in confusion:

"I remember being an uncle named Marne, but I couldn't remember what he looked like.

"Dad, do you remember?"

When this question was raised by the girl, the eighth person quietly appeared in the house, and the two people standing in the corner also looked at Mar En's appearance.

A man dressed in an ordinary manner appeared in the house.

But the position of his face was empty.

No eyes, no nose, no eyebrows, no mouth, no ears.

The moon god's eyes showed a long-lost surprise. In her original expectation, Mar En's face should have basically taken shape. She should be able to use Shen Zhong as a springboard to narrow the distance between herself and Mar En, and she could try to invade his mind just a few times.

But now she has encountered obstacles that block the road, and it is not the kind that can be easily overcome.

It seems that Ma Eng was prepared, but she also has other means to achieve her goals.

No mortal can escape the palm of a god.

The girl asked in fear:

"Dad, what exactly does he look like?"

Chen Zhihe paused, and then began to recall Mar En's appearance. His slow thinking was temporarily no longer bound at this moment, and he passed through every memory of Mar En in his mind at a normal speed.

This is when he suddenly noticed that Mar En usually wears basically the same clothes, and there are elements that never change. His face is so ordinary that it makes people unwilling to care, but now he remembers...

I never remembered his appearance, as if I were a face-blind person.

"Don't be afraid." Chen Zhihe comforted, "Although he looks a little scary, he is a very good young man. Marx and Eun have great ambitions and are willing to take risks to invest in it. This is not something that can be done casually."

He has seen many compatriots who can never hold on to it anymore.

The girl showed a sudden look:
To be continued...