Nomenclature of Night

　　 Compared with the panic before the last crossing, Qing Chen has calmed down a lot this time.

　　 He waited for the world to shatter and reorganize, as if waiting for a dream to wake up.

　　 In the small and cramped small bedroom, Qing Chen still sits on the side of the bed in the posture before crossing. It's night outside, and the boning knife he originally held... is still in his hand.

　　 Everything seems to have never happened.

　　 Qingchen frowned, he took out the phone in his pocket and glanced at the time.

　　 2022, September 28, 12:00:01.

　　 zero point and one second.

　　 He clearly remembered that the date he crossed was also September 28, and the exact time was 12:00:00.

　　 In other words, he has spent two days in that world, but only one second has passed here on Earth.

　　 Same thing, I went back here, and when I went back, only a second passed there?

　　 This should be the law of all traversers.

　　 I don't know why Qing Chen felt relieved when he thought of this place, so that he would no longer have to think of a way to explain to others why he often disappeared for a while.

　　 This is a very strange feeling of alienation, as if the world I'm in now is no longer real.

　　 Qingchen lowered his head and glanced at his arm, the blue and purple that he had deliberately pinched was still there.

　　 And the white lines on the other arm have changed, the countdown is 47:59:45.

　　 Countdown 47:59:44.

　　 This time the countdown is 48 hours, which is two days, yes.

　　Only these can prove to him that everything he has experienced is true.

　　 He has really been to a mechanical civilization, and he has really met a man named Li Shutong who was tested once with a nightmare by a man named Lin Xiaoxiao, and he also encountered a licking dog named Lu Guangyi.

　　 There is a calm Ye Wan, and a strange big cat.

　　 Just as Qing Chen was thinking about it, his cell phone rang unexpectedly, an unfamiliar landline number.

　　 "Hello," Qing Chen said.

　　 "Hello, this is the Wangcheng Road Police Station. That's it. Your father has been detained for gambling. Please come over," said a female voice across the phone.

　　 Qingchen was stunned for a while, calculating the time, his gambler father should have just been caught not long, but he didn't expect the police station to call him.

　　 "Uh, what shall I do?" Qing Chen asked.

　　 "According to the Public Security Administration Penalty Law, he needs to be detained and paid a fine. Please come and go through the formalities," said the lady on duty at the police station.

"Sorry, I'm not going, please punish him severely. According to the Law on Public Security Administration Penalties, serious cases will be detained for more than 10 days but not more than 15 days, and fines of more than 500 yuan and less than 3,000 yuan will be imposed. He is punished, thank you," Qing Chen said, shaking his head.

　　 The other party was also taken aback at this moment: "Aren't you his son?"

　　 Qingchen replied: "I reported the case. I am not his son. I am the enthusiastic Mr. Minqing."

　　Sister on duty: "???"

　　 Qingchen hung up the phone without hesitation. The gambler's father detained him for at least 10 days, which meant that he didn't need to see the other party before crossing the next time.

　　 I don't know why, Qing Chen still feels a little happy and relaxed thinking about this.

　　 However, for a teenager, his father was detained and he was reprimanded loudly, which felt uncomfortable.

　　 Most teenagers will take their father as a role model when they are young. Once you find that your father is not dignified, a certain load-bearing wall in your heart suddenly collapses.

　　 Qingchen took a deep breath and slowly lay down on the bed. He turned on the phone to read his call records and WeChat, but he did not see the news from his mother.

　　 I don't know why, at a certain moment he even wanted to go back to that prison early.

　　 Even if it is an unknown and dangerous world.

　　 It's already more than one o'clock in the morning, and Qing Chen has no sleep.

　　 In the dimly lit room, only the phone screen illuminates his cheeks.

　　 On the phone screen is the Canon score he just found, and every detail has been memorized in his mind.

　　 This thing is a lifelong regret for Li Shutong, but for Qing Chen it is a no-brainer.

　　 Maybe this is the difference in different worlds, and the other party also has something that Qing Chen dreams of.

　　 But, should I give the score to Li Shutong?

If 　　 gave, how should I explain the origin of this score?

　　 This matter is risky. Although Qing Chen is not afraid of taking risks, he is afraid that it is worthless to take risks.

　　 Therefore, before giving the score, he must determine whether Li Shutong has this value!

　　 In the end, he still couldn't wait for his mother's call and news.

　　...

　　 The first day of countdown, 7:30 in the morning.

　　 Qingchen put on a blue and white school uniform and went out, eating instant noodles while walking.

　　 The Los Angeles Foreign Language School he attended was divided into three campuses in the past few years, and the high school is only five minutes away from his home. It only needs to cross a small road to arrive.

　　 On the way to the Xingshu office, the scent of the egg-filled breakfast stalls wafted out, and pedestrians would sit at the stalls and eat a bowl of hot tofu noodles or spicy soup. U U Reading www.uukａnshu.com

　　The freshly fried dough sticks are golden and crisp, and the tea eggs are smooth and translucent after peeling.

　　 But Qing Chen has no money, and his few savings are to deal with the countdown and purchase supplies.

　　 This matter makes him have a toothache thinking about it now, but he does not regret it. After all, who knew what he had to face at that time?

　　 Class 3 of the second year of high school, there is a classmate who is in charge of cleaning and sanitation. The smell of water after mopping the floor in the classroom has not disappeared, and the mop has been moldy for a long time.

　　 Qingchen was sitting in the last row, when he was at the same table, Nan Gengchen walked into the classroom hurriedly with a nervous expression on his face.

　　 "Ms. Du saw me skip class yesterday, and later said nothing?" Qing Chen asked in a low voice.

　　 As a result, Nan Gengchen absent-mindedly seemed to hear nothing: "Huh? What?"

　　 "It's okay," Qing Chen shook his head: "Why do I think you are so flustered?"

　　 "Panic?" Nan Gengchen was taken aback: "No."

　　 Qingchen stopped talking, and there was no need to ask the roots of what the other party didn't want to say.

　　 When they were quiet for a while, Nan Gengchen suddenly lowered his voice and asked: "Qing Chen, if you encounter a particularly weird thing, what would you do?"

　　 "Weird?" Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Nan Gengchen carefully. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "What exactly does it mean?"

　　 "I don't know what it is, it's weird anyway," Nan Gengchen said.

　　 "Then call the police?" Qing Chen's eyes locked on Nan Gengchen.

　　 saw Nan Gengchen's eyes lit up: "Yes, look for the police! Qingchen, is your family sending everyone out?"

　　 "Yes," Qing Chen thought for a while and said, "My dad was arrested for gambling in crowds last night."

　　 Nan Gengchen: "???"