In the bustling city, everyone has their own different lifestyles. Even when it is stuck in the night, there are still people coming and going on the streets. People in different clothes are walking in a hurry, but they do not know their own direction. The endless traffic turns into the blood of the city, driving the continuous operation of this huge machine, and the dull atmosphere quietly gathers in the city.

The boy looked at the scenery outside the window silently. The complicated lights reflected on his face, and some childishness could be vaguely seen, but the boy's eyes were full of maturity and calmness that was not consistent with his appearance, which seemed a little unnatural. The boy suddenly thought of something, and he raised his head and looked at the night sky outside the window, and his eyes became natural and full of vitality. Only then did the boy's face show the expression that a child of this age should have. The cold wind of the air conditioner gently brushed across his face, and the troubles in his heart were taken away.

"If you can fly freely, it would be quite good! I don't know what it feels like to soar in the sky and look down at the world." The boy murmured at the night sky. The phone placed on the table suddenly lit up and issued a brisk reminder, and the boy's thoughts were interrupted.

"Who else sends text messages so late?" The boy muttered, and his fingers gently swiped to check the message. "It turned out that the thing I bought arrived, it was arrived so late... It was really troublesome. The shipment was too late. Fortunately, it was not very hot at night." Although he complained, the boy did not stop his movements, and he cleaned up quickly and took his cell phone out.

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"Well, although I went out at night, I still feel that the city is too crowded and I don't feel at ease at all."

The boy opened the door (with a package in his hand). "I'm back" the boy shouted when he entered the door. But the empty room would not answer him. The boy didn't care about his mistakes, closed the door and placed the package on the table. In this two-bedroom and one-living house, the boy looked very lonely.

There are not too many furniture and personal traces in this living room. The reason is that since the boy moved in, he was alone, and the boy bought these furniture himself. Because the boy was an orphan, although he was still a child, he held his financial power in his hands. The mother had died of dying childbirth at birth, and the father also placed him in the orphanage. Although it is difficult for the boy to clearly recall the appearance of his father and his deceased mother, he can still see it from him

The shadow of parents. He inherited his mother's excellent genes and looked very delicate. A friend of his mother once said, "Xiao Zhangchen, you really look very similar to your mother. Maybe it's quite suitable for many beautiful clothes!" The boy, that is, Zhang Chen politely rejected this aunt. Who knew what strange clothes would be worn. Zhang Chen had a black history of being teased when he was a child, and those photos were still in the hands of that aunt... Thinking of these, Zhang Chen felt bad.

Forced himself to forget the dark history, Zhang Chen returned to his room, turned on the bedroom lights, looked around the room and sighed: "No wonder the money I have used a little quickly recently! Just buying these figures is enough to burn money, and you also have to buy a full set of novels... It seems that you have to save some money." Light novels are neatly placed on the bookcase, and the display cabinet next to it contains many limited edition clay models of anime characters. This is a room full of 2D atmosphere, with various fantasy style patterns and character posters.

When did I fall in love with the second dimension? Maybe it was because I envy the brisk life inside, or maybe it was those fantastic and gorgeous new worlds. No matter what it was, it felt better than this boring world! Zhang Chen thought about these silently and opened the package onto the already packed table. Turn on the computer and read the news. Before he knew it, time passed.

"There are many new episodes in April, and I feel like I'm busy again... But buying those BDs is quite expensive. It seems that I have to find some jobs, otherwise it will be bad if I just don't go in..." Zhang Chen, who was meditating on his future life plan, unconsciously hooked up the wire placed next to him. Zhang Chen, who was about to move his body, did not expect that he fell down with the chair.

"It hurts so much..." Zhang Chen covered his head and looked at the hit table again. "Well, fortunately, the things were not messed up, but the wires were rolled together. Sometimes, what's going on with me for no reason..." Zhang Chen couldn't help but complain.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just hitting it hurts... Why are you bleeding? It's really..."

Zhang Chen looked at the mirror carefully. The person in the mirror had soft short hair, slightly white skin, and a very delicate but no longer tender face. Unfortunately, there was a tiny blood on his forehead that destroyed the overall beauty. Zhang Chen took a tissue and carefully wiped off the blood on his forehead, but the wound continued to bleed. "It would be better to find a band patch..." Zhang Chen murmured.

A stream of blood slowly slid down from the wound on the forehead and fell drop by drop onto the arms. It was summer night, and Zhang Chen was wearing a short-sleeved arm, so his usually covered arm was exposed. A drop of blood happened to fall on an inexplicable mark on his hand. The original mark, which was originally undifferent, changed wonderfully after touching the blood beads.

"Well, my hands seem a little hot, what's wrong?" Zhang Chen felt the discomfort in his body, stopped observing his injured forehead, and looked at the changing arm in surprise. The originally ordinary strange birthmark began to release light, as if the power that had been accumulated for a long time was gradually awakening, and the increasingly stronger light burst out from the mark!

"What's wrong!" Even though he was calm, he felt panic. After all, this supernatural phenomenon was not something that normal people could accept at once. Zhang Chen was about to retreat from the mirror, but found that the white light released from his arm had already enveloped the room, and his body could no longer act on his own will. An invisible force freezes this area.

"Damn it, is there really no way..." Zhang Chen had to face this reality, as if he had fallen into some irreversible danger... "I'm so unlucky..." He sighed in his heart.

The increasingly strong white light was released with Zhang Chen's arm as the center, and finally reached a certain limit, creating a shrinking trend from the outside to the inside. Crack, it seemed like a broken sound, and at the same time, the white light swept through Zhang Chen's body and finally disappeared into the empty house. But except for Zhang Chen, the items were still here.

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"Hey, that house seems to be shining. What's going on?" The woman who was drying clothes on the balcony looked at the opposite side and said to herself in confusion.

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The old man walking outside murmured: "I just heard something. Did I hear it wrong? I can't hear it anymore when I get old..."

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Chapter completed!