The corner of Lin Jie's mouth twitched. He looked at the scene outside the window and felt inexplicably guilty.
He touched his conscience, and after confirming that it was safe, he muttered to himself, "The first two times I was a little close, so I could say it was because of my bad luck. This time, it's at least a few dozen blocks away. It can't be because of me, right?"
He still remembered the last time he said, "I hope everyone can cross the distance." In the end, after one night, the gas exploded across the street and turned it into a pile of ruins.
He hadn't said such auspicious words recently, right?
Lin Jie shook his head, put down the curtains, looked away, and returned to his desk.
Sigh, things like gas explosions were actually a daily occurrence in Nuo Jin. In the past three years, he would see reports of gas explosions on the news almost every month. These gas plants would explode every two or three days. It didn't seem like they were producing gas, but rather explosives.
Nuo Jin's tabloid media were even more ridiculous than this. They even speculated that these so-called gas plants were actually secret military factories of the Luo Er Resources Development Group.
Every explosion was actually a test of a new weapon …
As for the slightly more reliable ones, it was said that they had secretly interviewed the higher-ups of Rohr Resources. The information they received was that this "gas" was actually a very unstable new energy source that had been discovered in the lower city area. It was still in the research stage, so accidents often occurred.
There were different opinions, but in short, the perennial gas explosion was one of Nuo Jin's urban legends.
In any case, if you asked the higher-ups of the central government about this matter, you would only get one answer — "Don't ask. If you do, it'll be a gas explosion." Remember: http://m.9biquge.com
Lin Jie's gaze fell on the book on the desk again. He reached out and gently stroked the pages. Usually, he would have gone to bed by this time, but today, he was accidentally engrossed in reading and almost didn't notice the passage of time.
If it weren't for the fluctuations caused by the gas explosion that disturbed him, he might have been reading until dawn.
"It's rare to stay up late …"
Lin Jie sighed. Then, he put a bookmark, closed the book, and prepared to go to bed.
However, the book was indeed a vivid and detailed account of the history of the Elphorz Kingdom. Because of the large amount of mythical and magical descriptions, the book felt like a combination of mythology and history in ancient China. It was very interesting.
However, because Kandra, the last King of Elfortz, appeared in the book, and his early deeds were exactly the same as what he saw in the dream, Lin Jie felt that the content written in the book was mostly true. It was just that it was too old to be verified.
Lin Jie watched as the Dark Age descended and the sun and moon were devoured. He felt a trace of doubt in his heart.
This was because the sun and moon were both hanging in the sky, perfectly fine. It didn't look like they had been swallowed.
But in the blink of an eye, it occurred to him that the sun and the moon here might each be a symbol of a certain god, and this could mean that they were dead.
"'The sun was extinguished and silent, and the moon's skin was stolen by a beast.' This kind of ambiguous and strange description is too ambiguous. There are too many possibilities if I just rely on my own guess …"
Boss Lin had a headache and muttered to himself, "Silver said that he would tell me the so-called truth. Learning swordsmanship doesn't mean that I know it. I have to 'master' it first. Sigh, what a trap."
He turned off the light and lay on the bed. "But what's worse is the construction of the dream!"
The prototype of the first dream had been constructed, but it was only a completely dark and endless space. There was nothing, and it could only allow Lin Jie to walk around.
Lin Jie "put" all the aether he collected into this dream. Only in the dream could he enter the special state where he could feel and see aether like before.
Other than that, the progress was almost like a snail's crawl.
It was really difficult to construct an object that was infinitely close to reality in the dream until he believed it was real.
But today, Lin Jie suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He thought of a way that might reduce the difficulty and make the construction of the dream easier.
Lin Jie opened his eyes again, and he was already standing in darkness.
Then he reached out and pressed down slightly. He felt that he had pressed down on a flat surface. He looked down and saw that there was an old mahogany table in the space.
On the table was a pile of messy books, a few lesson plans, a pair of glasses, some small instruments and pens, and an ancient scroll of parchment.
Lin Jie curled his lips and knocked on the table with his fingers, making a knocking sound. The touch and texture were no different from the real thing. "It really works."
Then, he took the opportunity to sit back and was naturally caught by a chair that appeared out of thin air.
The chair he had custom-made was as comfortable as ever. Lin Jie narrowed his eyes and leaned back slightly. At this moment, the floor under his feet had become wooden.
Looking up, the familiar ceiling came into view.
Lowering his head, Lin Jie looked around. The place had become a study full of bookshelves, and the air was filled with a slightly moldy smell.
Not far from the desk, natural light seeped in from the window. Dust was flying in the air, and outside, the leaves of the parasol tree were green, swaying and rustling.
Lin Jie had no doubt that if he walked over and opened the window now, he would see the wall covered with creepers and vines. But if he turned his head and opened the door, he would see a long corridor with a staircase at the end.
In terms of familiarity … Of course, he was more familiar with the home he had lived in for more than 20 years.
The construction of the first dream was complete!
He could feel that it wouldn't be too difficult for him to construct the next dream.
Lin Jie looked at the parchment on the desk, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he had an idea. What if … he could construct a character in the dream.
He shook his head and gave up on the idea that had only appeared for a second.
— —
When the sky was slightly bright, Mo En got up and washed up, then put on an apron and started cooking. He also acted as a human alarm clock to wake Boss Lin up.
While eating, Mo En secretly looked at Lin Jie's side profile, then lowered his head and took two bites, then looked at his side profile again.
Then, his eyes met with Lin Jie's.
Mo En suddenly paused, then stared at Lin Jie without blinking. Because the food was still in his mouth, his cheeks were puffed up, and he was quite self-righteous.
Lin Jie's mouth twitched, put down his chopsticks, and asked patiently with a smile: "Is there anything you want to say?"
Children of this age would always have some difficult questions to ask their parents. He understood that at this time, he must be patiently guided, only then can he smoothly pass through puberty.
Mo En hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "I … I want to be the moon!"
… Yes, just like that.
Lin Jie's smile was a bit stiff. Little brat, you also want to be a beautiful warrior?
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