Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

When I opened my eyes, it was a strange ceiling.

At a glance, this is not my home.

Later, Zhao Cheng remembered that this is a homestay.

As for him, Zhao Cheng, he is twenty-six years old, single mother and fetus, graduated four years after graduation, and is a social animal.

More than 20 years, from elementary school to now, Zhao Cheng thinks back, he seems to like a lot of girls, but one is not successful, but when he thinks about it carefully, he actually just likes good-looking girls, and it is normal to not be successful.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Cheng patted his head, feeling a little strange.

It's early in the morning, why do you think about such a profound thing.

The world is fine now, boys and girls are sober and know what they want.

Then he picked up the mobile phone beside the bed, and he found that there was a message from a girl named Wang Yun.

Who is Wang Yun? !

Just as Zhao Cheng woke up, he felt his head was still a little dazed. He was stunned for more than ten seconds before he remembered that this was a colleague in his company.

As for the relationship, it is probably that the other party often says that he is a good person, but he is too poor, otherwise he must be relied on.

For Zhao Cheng, Wang Yun is beyond acquaintance, but not a friend.

As for what Wang Yun said about him being too poor, there are a few who are not poor just after graduating and entering the society. The other party is different, they are also poor.

Zhao Cheng also supports the other party's ideas. After all, he also occasionally fantasizes that there is such a rich loli who can see through his strong appearance and fragile heart and give him a warm home.

Everyone is the same, no one laughs at anyone.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zhao Cheng has no idea of ​​marrying her, so of course he supports it.

The weather was a bit cold, so Zhao Cheng took the phone and huddled under the blanket before checking the contents of the phone.

Zhao Cheng took a glance and found that the other party was asking about mountain climbing.

He remembered that the reason why he was in the B\u0026B was that a few days ago, he had made an appointment with some college roommates to climb the mountain together, and he said something in front of Wang Yun at that time.

Zhao Cheng became more and more surprised. His memory seemed to be getting worse and worse. Could it be because of too many classes? !

At the same time, thinking of mountain climbing, Zhao Cheng inexplicably thought of Xue Beng...

Then, Zhao Chengcheng felt that he was thinking too much. After all, in this place, there has never been an avalanche in hundreds of years.

If this is the case, he will die without regret.

After replying a few words casually, Zhao Cheng glanced at the time, instead of continuing to play with his mobile phone under the covers, he got up quickly, washed up, dressed neatly, and then went out.

As soon as he went out, he smelled a scent of tea, mixed with the scent of wheat cakes. Zhao Cheng was hungry after smelling it.

Because of the price, the B\u0026B he lives in is old-fashioned. At this time, it is not snowing outside, but the ground is covered with a thick layer, and the yard is right outside. At this moment, an old tree in the yard Next, a young man is sitting in front of the stove, drinking tea while warming himself, feeling very uncomfortable.

As far as this is concerned, if you apply for another job as a security guard, you will definitely avoid detours for 30 years.

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng was not polite, and sat down on the opposite side of the other party. After that, he first picked up the wheat cake, took a big bite, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and drank it. He felt a warm feeling in his stomach. Then he opened his mouth and said, "Old Zhang, why did you get up so early?!"

The person on the opposite side, surnamed Zhang, had a very strange original name, called Zhang Yi, a sense of Zhang San and Li Si's tricks. Later, after the other party became an adult, he added the word "Dao" to his name, called Zhang Daoyi, and he got rid of the fate of a trick all at once. .

As for why Zhao Cheng knew about this, it was because he was at the scene when he changed his name. At that time, he and another roommate named Wang Daoming were supporting each other.

"You may have misunderstood the word early."

Zhang Daoyi poured himself a cup of tea and let out a long breath.

"It's less than ten o'clock, so it's still early."

Zhao Cheng said while eating the cake, his voice was a bit vague.

"By the way, where is the old king?!"

Zhao Cheng asked casually.

Among the few of them, Wang Daoming is the most diligent, he is the first one to get up every day, he gets up early to practice boxing, Bajiquan passed down in his family.

After more than ten years of cold and heat, it is of course impossible to open monuments and crack stones, and step on water and Lingbo, but it is no problem to beat three or five ordinary people.

When I was just in college, the few people in the dormitory were envious when they saw the legendary martial arts, but later found that practicing martial arts was too hard. A security captain gave up.

Regarding this, Wang Daoming complained, saying that they did not want to practice martial arts, but to cultivate immortals.

"Old Wang, Old Wang is dead."

"Have you forgotten?"

Zhang Daoyi said quietly.

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Zhao Cheng was a little dazed, yesterday he saw Pharaoh alive and kicking, now in the morning, you said he was dead, is it appropriate to tell a horror story so early? !

But Zhang Daoyi didn't stop his horror story, but continued: "Old Zhao, do you know that you are dying too."

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"How did the old king die?"

Zhao Cheng asked tentatively, wanting to see why the other party went crazy early in the morning.

"Old Wang committed suicide."

Zhang Daoyi said.

"what about me?!"

"You committed suicide too."

Zhao Cheng fell into deep thought.

What kind of horror story turned supernatural?

"how about you?!"

"Don't tell me, you're going to die too."

Zhao Cheng complained.

"Your horror story, I can give three points at most, one point for dreams, one point for ideals, and one point for fatherly love."

Zhang Daoyi didn't speak, but just took a sip of tea.

Then Zhao Cheng suddenly found that the world became quiet, and then, at an extremely fast speed, in the blink of an eye, it became dark, only a little charcoal fire in the stove released bits of light.

The dim red light reflected on Zhang Daoyi's face, adding a bit of weirdness.

"I see, I'm dreaming!"

"I just said that after waking up this morning, I suddenly felt that my memory was not good enough, and I kept forgetting things. I thought it was because of Banga, but this is the truth."

Zhao Cheng clapped his hands. He didn't know why, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he was wondering if the next thing was the murder in a dream.

This should be placed in Conan, and it is enough to write a theatrical version.

"As for me, do I really exist?"

The darkness engulfed everything, only the last piece of charcoal fire in the stove released bits of light and heat.

But Zhao Cheng's consciousness gradually cleared up, and when he remembered, he was exploring the level of knowledge and completing the memory of the past.