48 Hours a Day

Eleven months has been a long time for a round, but it's a short time for life.

In that little apartment of less than sixty square feet, Zhang Heng went through four seasons, he was almost familiar with every corner, he knew where every piece of furniture was placed, he knew milk and eggs were on the first floor of the fridge, he knew which cat food was the favorite of the little crocodile, he knew that the old TV in front of the sofa would turn off automatically when the game was fierce...

Zhang Heng had also proposed to buy a new replacement. He had earned a lot of money from the fox, and the money could not bring out parallel copies. As an unidentified black user, he could spend very little money. However, the proposal was rejected without hesitation by the little boy, on the grounds that there were microcomputers in the newly produced television set that could be connected to the Internet.

And that means they're going to be plugged into CTOS.

Speaking of which, this is also the strangest copy of Zhang Heng's feeling. The obvious coming is the future. However, apart from learning skills, he rarely comes into contact with electronics in his daily life. Little boys also choose to be far away from home when teaching in the field.

So in addition to watching TV, old movies, and playing Russian squares together, the two of them usually have an infinite amount of chitchat left. Little boys especially like to make drinks and stuff whenever the sky sinks. Occasionally, she has plenty of time to bake cookies in advance, and then eat cookies in the rain of ticking answers out the window.

Zhang Heng did not know how many cookies a person ate on a rainy day in the same position as the little boy before his arrival.

As few people know, there is still a group of people fighting for justice in this city.

There are fewer and fewer members in 01. Some people eventually choose to withdraw silently because they cannot withstand this tremendous pressure, or because they have been quenched by long strife. After all, there are many other things to worry about in their lives besides the pursuit of justice and justice.

Parents, companions, offspring, friends… Each one must invest enough energy, when the ideal recedes, everyone has to face reality, when the people around them have become more and more accustomed to the existence of CTOS, even after CTOS has become inseparable, the Black Nest victory has been decided, not everyone is as obsessed with distinguishing right from wrong as a little boy.

With the departure of the elderly, coupled with the scarcity of fresh blood, the demise of 01 now appears to be only a matter of time.

Perhaps when Rhea, the little boy, and the semi-premises of the seniors get old, no one remembers that they fought.

During this period, Zhang Heng also participated in several 01 operations as a foreign aid, but even with his ability, there is not much more that can be done. After more than a decade of mad expansion of the black nest has become a huge thing, forming an interior stake, even the creators of CTOS have lost control of it, it is no longer within the control of one or more people, and no one can call it a stop.

However, Zhang Heng's information communication, Internet intrusion and defense, electronic device modification and counter-tracking skills have all been improved to varying degrees, eventually integrating into an LV2 Extreme Guest skill.

This is also his greatest gain in this parallel copy.

This parallel copy is coming to an end in a month, and it is finally time to say goodbye.

“Are you leaving?” The little boy leaned against the kitchen table with a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, thanks for taking me so long and teaching me so much, I'm almost going back to my parallel universe.” Zhang Hengdao, he bought a suitcase from the department store and put everything he needed on his way in.

“How much longer? ”

“Less than a month, but I have something else to do before I leave.” Zhang Hengdao, he intends to spend the rest of his time in Grenoble, visit the ski resort there in advance, refine his plan to take Leia away, and try to dive inside the black nest for more information.

Of course, in view of the latter's dangers, he also concluded the operation.

“You said Edward was still alive when you got here, and the black nest hadn't killed him, and while I still don't believe your parallel universe bullshit, hypothetically... I'm talking about hypothetically, what happens when you go back and stop CTOS with the 01 13 years ago? ”

“I don't know," Zhang Hengdao, "I used to go back to the past and never went to the future. This is the first time I've encountered this situation, but...” Zhang Hengton, "but I guess whether I succeed or not, we won't be able to see each other again. ”

This parallel copy is based on a future where no player activity has been rolled out, in other words, even if Zhang Heng uses the privileges of an extra round after the game, I'm afraid he won't be able to see the little boy again.

So Zhang Heng doesn't know what 11 months is, a hallucination? But clearly he can remember every day, every detail, the 29-year-old boy standing in front of him at this moment is so real, every time she frowns, those habitual little moves, telling him that the experience is real.

“I understand.” The little boy had a sip of coffee, and the color stayed the same. "Go to bed early when you're done. You're on your way tomorrow. ”

“Mmm.”

The little boy reacted more calmly than Zhang Heng thought. She even calculated the breakfast cost tomorrow in advance and settled the rent with Zhang Heng.

The television broadcast said that after midnight tonight there would be heavy rains in the city, reminding citizens to keep their doors and windows in check. In order not to disturb Zhang Heng's rest, the little boy did not sit under the windows listening to the rain as usual.

The two of them said good night and the boy went back to his bedroom.

The living room fell into the dark, Zhang Heng split half of the money earned during this period, placed it under the crocodile's bedding, and then climbed onto the couch and closed his eyes.

When he slept half way up, he faintly felt something on his waist. Zhang Heng thought it was the little crocodile who climbed up again, but when he opened his eyes he saw the little boy's face.

The latter took off his pajamas sometime before riding on him and covered his mouth with his hands.

“Shh, give my regards to my 17-year-old self.” The little boy said, bowing down.

The storm came out of the window, the wind blew leaves, the shadows swayed in front of the window, the sign of the convenience store was blown to the sky, the blue lightning broke through the night, and the whole world looked like it was going to be completely submerged by the water.