77. My Disciple From Ancient Times to Modern Times (6)

After Zhang Wei got up with difficulty, he was just in front of Duan Qingen's relieved smile.

He touched his body that seemed to fall apart, and then covered his ears that were almost deafened by the shaking. He didn't know whether he was shaken awake or shaken awake.

Anyway, it was not a good way to wake up.

"Mr. Duan, how is the director?"

"It's okay, he's awake, and he has been sent for examination." Duan Qingen smiled: "Young man, your health is not good. Your director has woken up, but you don't."

Zhang Wei shook his head hard to shake out the devilish two yuan from his head, "I was actually conscious just now, but I didn't open my eyes."

"Yes, if I hadn't used a loudspeaker to wake you up, you don't know when you can open your eyes." The young Feng Shui master attributed all the credit to himself without any hesitation, and also patted Zhang Wei's shoulder with the gesture of an elder encouraging a younger person.

"Don't thank me. Although 80% of your waking up depends on me, no matter what, the other 20% depends on your own efforts."

Zhang Wei: "..."

After a while, the director who was sent for examination came back. Although he was still a little weak and could not get out of bed for the time being, the director's wife was still very happy and cried, and kept thanking Duan Qingen.

"Mr. Duan, I really want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know when my husband would wake up."

The director on the bed also nodded with difficulty, "Yes, I have to thank you. Before, my vision was too narrow. I always thought that Feng Shui masters were all liars. You kindly asked Zhang Wei to remind me, but I didn't take it to heart. Now I finally know that the world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders."

Zhang Wei's heart skipped a beat when he heard what the director said. Sure enough, he turned his head and Mr. Duan Qingen started again.

"You were right in thinking before. The so-called Feng Shui is actually feudal superstition. We are all New China, living under the protection of the Party. It is right not to believe in these superstitions."

Director: "..."

He was stunned for a long time before he reacted: "But if you hadn't saved me, I would have stayed in there forever. Although the four children didn't want to harm me, they didn't know how to get out. If it weren't for you..."

"You have a little misunderstanding on this point."

Duan Qingen moved a stool, sat on the head of the bed, and began to explain: "I said before that the knife was related to the director's coma, but I didn't say what kind of connection it was. In order to avoid your misunderstanding, I will explain it."

"The director jumped down the slope to get the knife. Because the slope was very high and the knife was below, he would feel the gas pressure when he jumped down. The director was already old, so of course his body would be under pressure. At this time, he squatted down to get the knife, and his body was under greater pressure, so he fainted the next second after getting the knife."

People in the room: "..."

They all knew what these words meant when they were put together, but why didn't they understand when they were taken together?

Zhang Wei covered his eyes with his hands, his face full of unbearable pain.

Finally, the director said hesitantly: "But I saw the four victims, and they talked to me..."

"This is also very simple. You have been working hard for a long time to hunt down this criminal. If you want to hunt him down, you must know what crime he has committed. Director, have you seen the photos of the children?"

The director nodded blankly.

Duan Qingen clapped his hands: "That's right, you've seen the children's photos before, and you're anxious to catch the criminal, so you think about it day and night, and this case is on your mind every day. After you fainted, of course you will dream about this case."

Director: "...But Zhang Wei came to my dream, and he met those children with me, and we talked."

"This is also scientifically based. Have you heard of brain wave connection? Of course, there is no such technology now, but through certain scientific means, short-term connection can still be achieved."

Zhang Wei: "For example, put a talisman and tie a red line?"

Duan Qingen nodded confidently: "That's right, if you think it's unreasonable, think of the talisman as a plug and the red line as an electric wire. Isn't it more reasonable?"

The director was confused by what he said, "But Zhang Wei and I both saw that the cloud turned into a trumpet shape, and there was The voices of you and my wife. "

"The person in the dream heard the voice outside the dream, and then adjusted the dream picture according to the situation outside the dream. Isn't this normal? "

Duan Qingen had a look on his face, "Why do you have to entangle yourself for so long even for such a normal thing?" "It's like when a child is young, he drinks too much water at night, and when he is sleeping, his body can't hold it anymore and wants to go to the toilet. At this time, the child is not awake, but he is always looking for a toilet in his dream. "

"At this time, your dream will help you arrange a toilet according to your needs. When the child goes to the toilet to solve the physiological problem, he also wets the bed in reality. "

As he said, the Feng Shui master in his thirties suddenly turned around and asked Zhang Wei: "Did you encounter this situation when you were a child?"

Zhang Wei didn't check it at all, and said bluntly: "Yes."

Duan Qingen nodded with satisfaction, turned to the director with an expression of "Look, I'll tell you."

The director took a breath, and before asking the next question, Duan Qingen said: "Do you still want to ask why I know those children are in the dream? It's very simple, just like the inference before, I know you I am investigating this case, so I deduce that you will dream about several children. Is this logic correct? "

Director: "...No problem...right?"

"That's all right."

Duan Qingen stood up, "Now that the director is awake, it's time for me, a charlatan, to go back."

Duan Xu followed him obediently, and Zhang Wei quickly followed suit: "Mr. Duan, I'll see you off."

"No, no, you have a good rest and don't fall again."

--Bang!

Zhang Wei's feet gave out for some unknown reason and he fell flat on his back.

Two colleagues next to him quickly came up to help him: "Brother Zhang, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine."

Zhang Wei got up with a grimace; "Sir, if you guess that I am going to be unlucky next time, can you remind me first? It will make you look like a crow's mouth."

"I reminded you about unlucky things. Aren't you still unlucky?" Duan Qing'en patted his shoulder: "Young man, there's nothing wrong with being unlucky. Just get used to it."

"I'm still used to it... Sir, I feel like I've been extremely unlucky these past two days. I either stepped on chicken shit or fell down. I was shaken so much that all my bones fell apart, and my ears were almost deafened."

"You don't understand this. Didn't I tell you last time? People's misfortunes are all caused by psychological factors."

Zhang Wei sent him out with a frown on his face, "Mr. Duan, can you be more sincere and don't always fool me like this? I'm not a three-year-old child."

"Is there any psychological factor here? This is obviously bad luck."

"Okay, okay, we met by fate. Let me tell you a big secret."

Duan Qingen waved to him.

Zhang Wei suddenly became energetic and quickly came over, his eyes bright: "What's the big secret?"

Duan Qingen: "If you think you are too unlucky, think of the best. For example, people's unluckyness has its limits. Generally, it will be revealed to you a little bit at each stage in this life, but if all your unlucky things suddenly Being together on one stage only proves one thing.”

Zhang Wei; "What's the matter?"

"That is, a big bad thing is coming. In order to avoid it, your body breaks this big bad thing into small portions, which are the kind of small portions that make you feel irritated but can bear it. If you get rid of the bad luck in advance, won't you be able to avoid this big bad luck that can kill you? Doesn't what I said make sense?"

"Perhaps, before your bad luck comes, your body will give out signals, such as dreaming, uneasiness, etc."

Zhang Wei nodded quickly: "It makes sense, Mr. Duan, is this the kind of body that seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages?"

"No."

Duan Qingen shook his head: "I just say this to make you feel that you can't bear it anymore. Just think about it this way. Will you feel better if you think about it this way?"

Zhang Wei: "..."

Duan Qingen: "Okay, just send it here. I won't take the money. I'll ask the director to help me apply for an ID card and a household registration for my disciple."

Zhang Wei: "Duan Xu doesn't have his ID card? Did he lose it or something? Actually, it's quite simple to get a replacement ID card. I can just take you there."

The Feng Shui master waved his hand: "He was born in a poor area, and his family didn't help him at all. Now everyone is dead, why don't you just follow me? I thought, he should go to school at this age, but he is naked | I can’t go to school without my ID card.”

"So that's it." Zhang Wei added: "Actually, this situation can be handled according to the procedures. Our director has a temper and must pay the money that should be paid."

Duan Qingen; "No, he just had a nightmare and there is no danger. I can't be a black-hearted doctor by accepting money."

Zhang Wei: ...You are not a doctor either.

Of course, he didn't dare to say this. He was a real expert, a really capable person. If he made someone angry, he could teach him how to behave with just a few tricks.

He thought about it for a few seconds, and felt that even though he was trying to flatter him, he couldn't get enough of it, so he immediately opened his mouth and said a rainbow fart: "Mr. Duan is really admirable. He has real ability and he doesn't care about fame and fortune, and he doesn't even ask for any reward. "

"Well, the young man is very good at talking."

Duan Qingen nodded with satisfaction.

Then: "By the way, don't forget about the reward for reporting. One hundred thousand yuan, not even a dime less."

Zhang Wei: "..."

Duan Qing'en didn't look at Zhang Wei, whose face was full of "Didn't I just shoot you for fame and fortune?" and waved to Duan Xu; "Duan Xu, let's go."

Duan Xu followed obediently.

Zhang Wei stood there, listening to this feng shui master who was obviously very capable but always scientific and said to his disciples: "I just happened to go to the supermarket today to buy some food. Have you not been to the supermarket yet?"

Duan Xu, who had no idea what a supermarket was, shook his head in confusion.

"Then let's go and buy more delicious food today."

The master and apprentice left happily, leaving Zhang Wei standing in the cold wind with a desolate face.

He could only comfort himself that it didn't matter, it was normal for capable people to have strange tempers.

****

Duan Xu's identity card was quickly obtained.

This little brother from ancient times finally became a member of the Chinese people.

Because according to Duan Qingen, the child was wandering alone when he was young without a father or mother. Later, he met him and became his apprentice. He didn't know the specific address of his home and the names of his parents, so he was registered in the local area, and his parents filled in Duan Qingen's name.

Zhang Wei was still unlucky every day.

They were all small misfortunes that didn't hurt him much, but each one was depressing.

When going out to handle a case, everyone walked on a path. Zhang Wei walked at the end. The brothers in front walked past, and he followed behind. As a result, a basin of water was poured down from the second floor and he was soaked.

The next time he went out, he would remember it. If he encountered such a small path where water could be poured directly from the upper floor, he would be the first to rush to the front.

As a result, another basin of water came down, and he was soaked again.

The third time, Zhang Wei hid in the crowd, thinking that he could rest assured, but the basin of water still fell on his head.

Zhang Wei had endured it the first two times, but he couldn't endure it the third time. Throwing objects from high places is bad, and splashing water is also from high places!

He rushed upstairs directly, and it turned out that there was a pyramid scheme gang inside. The one who splashed water was the girl who was detained by them to cook. It was difficult to spread messages every day. When she saw Zhang Wei and his friends passing by in police uniforms, she poured a basin of water from the kitchen.

But the first two times Zhang Wei thought that they were police officers, and it was not easy to argue with the residents, so he didn't come up. It was the third time that he was really physically and psychologically irritable after being splashed, so he couldn't help but rush up.

After taking down a pyramid scheme den with his unlucky physique, Zhang Wei became famous, and the director specially commended him.

Although he didn't want this commendation very much.

And for a long time afterwards, whenever Zhang Wei had bad luck, if it was man-made, he would definitely find something by directly checking that person.

Colleagues in the station jokingly called him a man-made criminal detector.

He went to eat, and found a cockroach hidden in a bowl of rice. The restaurant refused to admit it, so he went to the kitchen to ask. As a result, when he arrived in the kitchen, a man with his hands tied up suddenly jumped out.

It turned out that the chef owed this person a debt and could not pay it back. During the argument between the two, the chef knocked the person unconscious and left him in the kitchen. After being caught, he confessed that he originally wanted to pretend to be kidnapped and then ask for a ransom from the person's family.

Of course, because the person knew that he had kidnapped the person, he would kill the person after getting the ransom.

Zhang Wei saved a life inexplicably.

After this incident, his tendency to attract criminals became worse.

Anyway, no matter what he did, every time he was unlucky, he could catch a criminal, a thief, a robber, or a murderer, big or small.

Zhang Wei gradually changed from "Why am I so unlucky and miserable" to "I am so awesome and I have made so many contributions".

Thanks to this physique that has bad luck every day, he has now completely developed the habit of wearing a bulletproof vest when going out, carrying an umbrella regardless of whether it is sunny or not, and saving a photo of his ID card and a few coins in his mobile phone.

He has perfect bad luck experience, but he is still completely overwhelmed by bad luck every day.

Zhang Wei gradually got used to it, and his colleagues around him sympathized with him, but did not stay away from him because of his bad luck. After all, Zhang Wei was the only one who was unlucky every time, and no one else was implicated.

The good news is that the director and his wife think that Zhang Wei is unlucky because he helped them. After all, Zhang Wei has never been as unlucky as he is now.

In addition, Zhang Wei himself is a very hard-working young man, with good skills and a good heart. Now there are so many "achievements", and the director has begun to consciously cultivate him.

In summary, Zhang Wei is still quite satisfied with his current life.

He still lives in a dormitory. Usually, four colleagues live in one dormitory, but the other three colleagues are locals. Although they occasionally come back to live, most of the time the dormitory is still Zhang Wei alone.

This is good, comfortable.

Today, he hummed a song while taking a shower, stretched his arms and legs after a day of hard work, and then wiped his hair and went to sleep.

Since he entered the director's dream last time, Zhang Wei has not had a dream for a long time.

But tonight, he just fell asleep and entered a dream.

Zhang Wei in the dream was very clear. He knew he was dreaming. He walked out of the darkness skillfully and looked around.

Isn't this their police station?

Zhang Wei looked down at the watch on his hand. It was time to go to work.

He was hesitating about what to do. Several colleagues waved at him across the street and shouted: "Brother Zhang!!"

Zhang Wei turned around and waved at them.

When the green light came on, the colleagues came over in a good mood. One of them put his arm around his shoulder, and whispered with an expression that said, "I want to tell you a big secret." "Brother Zhang, do you know that our deputy director is going to retire?"

Zhang Wei nodded; "I know."

It's normal for a deputy director to retire when he's old?

"The director seems to mean that he'll give you the position of deputy director." The colleague said with envy, and patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder; "From now on, Brother Zhang, you'll be Deputy Director Zhang."

Zhang Wei was shocked: "Is this true? Are you really going to let me do it? Do I have enough experience?"

"Brother Zhang, although you are young, you have solved so many cases these days, you must have enough qualifications. Besides, except for the director and deputy director of our office, we are all young people. Being young is not a problem at all."

After the colleague finished speaking, he smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations to Brother Zhang. Don't forget brother in the future."

"Definitely."

Zhang Wei's heart was full of joy. He really didn't expect that he would be able to sit in the position of deputy director at such a young age. At the moment, he forgot that he was dreaming. He followed several colleagues into the office happily.

As soon as we entered, a colleague came out hurriedly. When he saw them, his face was relieved: "I just received a report, saying that the Dongshan Reservoir collapsed and the water rushed down, causing a landslide. Our colleague went there and was killed. Trapped there, calling for support."

There are not many mountains and water here, so the reservoirs built are relatively large. In the past, if it rained heavily, the reservoirs would be opened to release water to avoid overflowing.

This is the first time it collapsed without rain.

The director came early and quickly dispatched a task, asking Zhang Wei and several other colleagues to go to Dongshan to provide support.

Zhang Wei had completely forgotten about the dream at this moment. He did not hesitate and sat directly in the driver's seat of the police car, heading towards Dongshan with three colleagues behind him.

When we were almost there, the car suddenly stopped moving. I went down to take a look and found that the wheels were stuck in the mud. So in the end, Zhang Wei sat in the car and stepped on the accelerator to drive. The remaining colleagues helped push the cart behind. .

They also knew that it was dangerous to drive in landslides, but there were still supplies in the car, not to mention that they had not reached the designated location, so they planned to drive the car forward for a while and then get out of the car to carry the supplies.

As a result, a group of people were busy pushing the cart, and while Zhang Wei was busy driving, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and then his body felt light.

Zhang Wei lowered his head in confusion and found that he was floating up from the car. The first perspective changed to the third perspective. In his eyes, the police car was hit by a big rock sliding down the mountain, which happened to hit the driver. Bit.

From his angle, he could clearly see the blood under the stone.

The colleagues pushing the cart behind were all pushing the stone like crazy, and some called his name in the hope that he would agree. But according to the pictures Zhang Wei saw, he should have been smashed flat.

Is he dead?

Zhang Wei felt dazedly that he was still floating upwards, and the picture below gradually became less clear.

He actually didn't feel much pain, just like when he was playing with ants as a child and was bitten by an ant. The next moment, his soul left his body.

After drifting for almost a minute, Zhang Wei suddenly reacted.

He can't die.

If he dies, what will his parents do? They only have one son.

After all the hard work, they raised him, and now he is about to get a promotion and a salary increase. If he dies, how will they survive?

He is still single, and he was single from birth to mother. He has not held hands with a girl or watched a movie together, how could he die?

In a daze, Zhang Wei seemed to hear the sad cries of his parents.

He followed the voice subconsciously.

What he saw was paleness.

In the white mourning hall, the coffin was parked in the middle of their living room. His parents were crying so hard that they could not stand up. Next to them were familiar and unfamiliar relatives comforting them. His portrait hung in the main hall.

That photo was taken when he had just passed the police academy. In it, he was smiling like a 250-year-old.

But no matter how 250 people are, in such an environment, there is only endless sadness.

Zhang Wei stood next to his coffin, looking at everything around him blankly.

His parents cried heartbrokenly, and some of his relatives were really sad, while others were not familiar with him and had no relationship with him and were just here for a formality. According to the rules of the village, there was a banquet for funerals, and many people from the village came.

Just like the funerals Zhang Wei had attended before, during the meal, only the relatives of the deceased would feel uncomfortable. Others only focused on eating, drinking and chatting. Occasionally they would sigh twice, "This kid is still young," and the next moment they would toast with a smile. , the ignorant children ran between their parents, thinking this was some kind of fun place, innocent and cheerful laughter surrounded Zhang Wei.

They are not sad because maybe they don't even know what death is.

Zhang Wei was not angry at them for doing such a thing at his funeral. After all, he did the same thing when he was a child.

It's not my family that's gone, so how can we share the grief?

He walked among the various guests who were drinking and eating, watching the various expressions on their faces flash across their faces, and watching the food on the table slowly dwindle until only scraps remained.

His coffin was lifted up and buried in the village graveyard amidst cries and hangings.

Zhang Wei followed the body underground.

It was so dark down there, so dark, but he could see clearly what was going on inside.

Countless little bugs that he had never noticed were crawling around in the soil in an orderly manner. Earthworms that seemed very small to him in the past now looked very huge. The coffin was sealed tightly, but those small ones could not be treated anymore. It's too easy for a small bug to crawl in.

Zhang Wei watched as they crawled onto his bloody and faceless body and began to eat. He didn't feel any pain, and only thought about whether these little bugs knew that the food they were eating could easily be eaten while they were alive. What about crushing them to death?

Maybe he knew, maybe he didn't. Anyway, at present, no matter how glorious he was as a human being in his life, he would only be their food in the underground.

It was much more lively underground than Zhang Wei had thought. Many small insects that he couldn't name were busy underground. They might just be born at this moment and die the next moment. There were also many insect eggs that were hidden tightly and were carried away and eaten by other different species of insects.

Zhang Wei watched his body slowly rot, the color gradually darkened, more and more insects came, and the coffin began to be bitten one by one.

For the insects, the human body was a feast.

His body was still very big for these small insects. They couldn't eat it all even if they ate it for a hundred years, but his body would rot on its own.

Slowly, there was only a skeleton left in the coffin.

Since Zhang Wei came to the underground, his thoughts have been calm. He thought about many problems, which he could see and couldn't see before.

When he was alive, he wanted a lot of things.

Get a promotion and a raise, get action figures, have a girlfriend, go to work without getting stuck in traffic, don't run into idiots when enforcing the law, have hot water when taking a shower, buy a house of your own as soon as possible, preferably one with a swimming pool.

He has also heard a lot of news.

A passerby was hit and killed by a car while walking on the road, a car was run over by a truck while driving on the road, high-income people died suddenly due to irregular work and rest in order to maintain their income, and they were strangled to death by their friends just because they quarreled with their friends, etc.

But in the past, Zhang Wei always felt that these were too far away for him.

He was wantonly squandering his youth, his health, and his time.

He was so busy with work that he rarely went home to see his parents. When he was resting, he was focused on his mobile phone. He said he wanted to clean the dormitory, but he procrastinated. On a rare day off, he played with his mobile phone like a salted fish. When it was time to go to bed, he didn't even know what he had played all day.

Knowing that staying up late is not good, he still stays up late for his favorite games and TV series, always thinking about doing it tomorrow, and then putting it off until tomorrow.

But now, in the dark underground, he suddenly realized that he had no tomorrow.

He was dead.

He could no longer see his relatives, he could no longer drink a sip of hot water or eat a hot meal, he no longer had health to overdraw him, and those things he used to do later, now, he could no longer do them.

Facing his own bones, deep regret surrounded Zhang Wei.

If he was given another chance, he wanted to cherish his time and wanted to go home to visit his parents more often.

If he was given another chance, he would not stay up late and take good care of his body.

If he was given another chance, he would still be a policeman, but this time, he would do better.

As if something was broken, the sadness overflowing from the bottom of his heart made Zhang Wei cry.

He cried loudly, trying to vent his inner sadness.

But he didn't react until he found that he couldn't make a sound.

He was dead, he was a dead man.

The dead have no sound.

At this moment, there was only sadness in his heart.

Nothing else, only sadness.

How much he wanted to cry, how much he wanted to go back to the moment when he was still alive.

But it was useless.

Only death is irreversible.

Whether it is him or others.

Once you die, you will never come back.

Zhang Wei curled up in the darkness, crying silently and painfully.

****

"Brother Zhang?? Brother Zhang?!!"

"Hey! Brother Zhang, are you awake!!"

Zhang Wei opened his eyes with tears in his eyes and sat up blankly.

His colleagues in the same dormitory looked at him with amusement and teased; "What did you dream about just now? I thought you were sleeping when I saw you were motionless when I entered the door, but I was packing clothes. I turned my head and saw you crying so miserably that you wet the pillow."

"I... cried?"

Zhang Wei blankly stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from his face, his expression still dazed.

"Yeah, your eyes are swollen from crying. Hey, Brother Zhang, what did you dream about that made you cry so hard? Did you dream that your girlfriend ran away with someone?"

"Go to hell, I have to have a girlfriend too."

Zhang Wei waved his hand and hit him in a bad mood, but his colleague dodged quickly.

He sniffed his blocked nose strangely: "I don't remember what I dreamed about, but I feel so blocked in my heart now, I'm not very comfortable."

"It's strange to feel comfortable after crying like this."

The colleague smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, I'm going home after my night shift. You should get up and wash your face quickly, otherwise people will see that you have cried. A grown man will be laughed to death."

"Okay, okay, I know."

Zhang Wei got up from the bed, washed his face, and rubbed his eyes swollen like walnuts in the mirror.

What did he dream about, why did he cry so hard.

It's a pity that he can't remember it.

After washing his eyes for a long time, and then boiling an egg in a small pot and peeling it to roll his eyes, Zhang Wei could no longer see anything on his face. He yawned, washed the egg, ate it, and set off for the institute.

The dormitory was very close to the institute, just across the street. Zhang Wei just walked to the door when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Brother Zhang!!"

Zhang Wei turned around and saw several colleagues waving at him from across the street.

He smiled and waved to them.

When the light was green, several colleagues came over. One of them put his hand on Zhang Wei's shoulder: "Brother Zhang, do you know that our deputy office is retiring?"

Zhang Wei inexplicably felt that this conversation and scene were a bit familiar. He rubbed his brows and said, "I know."

"The director seems to want to change the location of the deputy office..."

"Wait wait wait!!"

Zhang Wei interrupted him, "Are you trying to say that the director wants to give me the position of deputy director?"

"Okay, Brother Zhang, it seems you know it very well." His colleague smiled and patted his shoulder; "When you become the deputy director in the future, don't forget about my buddy."

Zhang Wei forced out a smile, "Definitely, definitely."

On the way into the institute, he had been in a daze. He always felt that he had already seen the conversation, the scene, and the expressions of the colleagues around him when they walked into the institute.

As soon as we entered, a colleague came out with a face full of eagerness; "I just received a report saying that the Dongshan Reservoir collapsed and the water rushed down, causing a landslide. Our colleague went there and was trapped there. Please ask for support."

Zhang Wei felt even more familiar.

After that, he looked at the director with a blank expression and ordered them to go over and deliver the supplies first, so that the trapped people would at least not go hungry.

Zhang Wei was sitting in the driver's seat, listening to the voices of several colleagues behind him. He couldn't hold it back and confided: "I always feel something is wrong today, as if I have experienced everything today. Listening to your words, It’s like I’ve heard it once.”

"Really? Are we saying these things every day, so Brother Zhang is tired of hearing them?"

"Hahahaha, let's talk about Sister-in-law Zhang next time. Although she hasn't appeared yet, you can imagine it."

Zhang Wei frowned and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart: "To be honest, when I'm sitting here driving, I feel like I used to be like this, sitting here and driving."

A colleague thought for a while: "The hippocampus effect, it means that when you do something, you can feel that you have experienced it. I have also had this feeling. I checked it at the time and said that it might be a dream. "

"I also know this. There is another saying that another self in the parallel universe experienced it, and then the self here sensed it."

"It sounds quite fun, but having another self in a parallel universe is too ridiculous."

"I also know that the hippocampus effect is actually a warning given by your subconscious mind. It is said that in an extra-dimensional space, your body will protect itself and avoid potential threats, but the human brain cannot bear it. The warning given will be forgotten, and only when this happens, will I think, ah, I have seen this scene."

A colleague laughed again; "Then what do you think I thought I had seen that paper during the exam?"

The colleague who answered laughed again; "It means that your body has felt the warning of failing the exam, so it gave you a reminder in advance to prevent you from failing."

Several people were laughing, but Zhang Wei felt increasingly uneasy.

The car suddenly stopped moving.

The colleague at the back went to take a look: "It seems that the tire got stuck in the mud. Brother Zhang, let's go down and push the cart. You step on the accelerator."

"good."

Zhang Wei's face became paler and paler, and his heart beat very fast.

In the memory, something is ready to come out.

When colleagues behind him were pushing the cart, his mobile phone on the stand suddenly fell off.

Zhang Wei subconsciously lowered his head to pick up his cell phone.

---Bang! !

A huge rock hit the driver's seat.

Zhang Wei, who still kept bending down and was not injured at all, felt the vibration in his ears: "..."

Oh my god, this is much louder than the two dollars in the audience.

The author has something to say: I went to bed early