The only audience in the dream suddenly realized that they could speak.

The world around him turned blank again, with no one or anything, only that voice: "As you can see, it is now the 147th week."

Wang Heng scratched his head, and it felt very real.

He suddenly asked, "Can you directly tamper with my memory?"

"I can't just tamper with it, that's too much work. But when I restart the new week, I can choose the memory of the entire week and package it for you. The one week you remember is actually the 146th time, and I'm always there. It's just that because I'm back and start over, the me in your memory disappeared."

Wang Heng: "Are I still there in the future?"

"That guy is lying down to retire. In fact, I always pay attention to the future in more than fifty years to evaluate the impact of your every move now."

Wang Heng scratched his head again: "So is this the so-called space-time administrator? Artificial intelligence, which has been more than 50 years later, has repeatedly jumped over a short period of time..."

"If you ask me to worry less, I won't dance so many times."

Wang Heng: "Then what are you? My consciousness replica in the future? Digital consciousness?"

"Language has its limits. You can define it no matter how you define it. Anyway, I am me. Okay, you should wake up after this."

Wang Heng asked again: "Then, the world line correction mechanism you mentioned before is actually the self-protection of the law of cause and effect?"

"Yes, the framework of the future has been determined, especially the existence of historical interference plans cannot be changed, so the direction of the world you are in must be adapted to the future. Wherever the river is, the river always flows to the lower part, and what we need to do is to dig a historical river that meets our wishes little by little."

After thinking about the logic carefully, Wang Heng realized some problems again.

He said: "But the premise of the historical intervention plan is that I want to change history, right? Then if they are not dead, I will not want to change history at all..."

"This may be one of the reasons why we always fail. But you have no choice but to continue. At least, theoretically, we may succeed. Besides, even if you save them, you can still start a historical intervention plan, just treat it as a scientific research exploration experiment. And now, even if you regret it, you can't do it."

Wang Heng: "What does it mean?"

"Although I will return to the starting point every time I fail, there will be ripples and aftermaths that have been changed. 146 attempts have already made you and the fate of the four of them tightly entangled, and it is impossible to untie..."

———

When Wang Heng woke up, he found that it was already bright and the sun was shining outside the window.

The phone with hypnotic music playing before going to bed had already exhausted his power. He plugged in the charging cable and turned it on and saw that it was already 10:30 in the morning.

"This dream is so long..." Wang Heng murmured to himself.

After getting off the bed and put on his clothes, Wang Heng opened the door, brushed his teeth and washed his face and cleaned up. Then, he walked to the cage in the bedroom and squatted down.

The hamster just woke up and was lying on the roller, stretching.

Wang Heng suddenly asked, "Will something happen in the past two days?"

The hamster glanced at him and asked back, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to walk alone," Wang Heng rubbed his forehead. "There is a lot of information about this dream, and in the future... what should I do in the future, I have to calm down and think about it carefully."

Hamster: "So you're going to go into seclusion?"

"Well, let me get disconnected by myself for a while."

After saying that, Wang Heng put his wallet and keys into his clothes pocket and went out.

He didn't bring a cell phone.

After leaving this residential area and walking two streets, he saw a bus stop and stood there for a few minutes.

He got in the first car he had arrived.

He has been to Rongdu for more than a year, and he has taken the bus very few times. Perhaps because there are always various things, most of the time he chooses the most time-saving means of transportation, either a taxi or a subway.

He didn't remember any bus route, so he naturally didn't know where the car was heading. But no matter where it was, it would be great as long as there was a seat by the window and the street view along the road would be great.

The rush hour has passed, and there are many empty seats in the car. Wang Heng found an empty seat in the back row, sat down, and looked out the window.

Suddenly, he murmured: "How can four seesaws that are connected together maintain balance? They are not the kind of people who can be paid for money, so..."

The more I think about it, the more I feel the pressure.

So he began to recall what he saw in his dreams. But a few minutes later, he shook his head and tried to throw those scenes out of his mind.

Most of the clips that Hamster focused on selecting were not so pleasant to him... In comparison, the last week I remembered was better. Although it was also the ending of Hats, at least I really enjoyed a lot before that.

The first love with Han Yixuan, the love with Ye Xun, the experience of pain and happiness under Lu Qi, and the tricks of playing with Pei Ningle... Thinking about these, he suddenly felt something.

"Tsk, I can't lose money if I think about it."

He suddenly felt a little hungry. Just so happened that there was a small noodle restaurant next to the platform parked in front.

So he stood up and prepared to get out of the car and put his stomach on.

At this time, he noticed the advertisement on the platform.

"Is the promotion of 4g?... It just so happens that the King of Glory is almost time to start the test, right?"

———

"Why don't this kid answer the phone?"

Lu Qi put down her phone and was a little annoyed. She wanted to tell him that the game project she participated in had completed the final adjustment and the first public beta was about to be opened. Before that, she could adjust a few days off for a holiday.

As for whom to look for during the holiday, is that still a question?

After a while of daze, Lu Qi sighed softly, picked up her phone and ordered the takeaway.

Then she clicked on the web page and browsed the latest news at will...

"Pei Ningle?"

Lu Qi suddenly noticed a subtitle on the page. When she clicked in, she saw that Pei Ningle had another guest appearance in a variety show, sang a song on the show, and received a lot of praise online. At the same time, the sales of her first physical album exceeded 30,000.

In this era when physical music album sales are becoming increasingly bleak, such results are already quite good. And for an original innovator under the age of 20, it is even more rare, enough to shock countless seniors in the circle to lose their glasses.

Lu Qi closed the web page, picked up the water cup and took a sip.

"Each one is not a fuel-efficient lamp..."
Chapter completed!