Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

10

Do you know? You must know.

Zuo Yan nodded, "Mine."

Gu Zheng unfolded the pattern. "What does this pattern mean?"

Zuo Yan shook his head, and he knew what it meant.

Then he looked at Gu Zheng and looked at him with a smile, "What do you remember?"

Zuo Yan was silent in his eyes. What he remembered was definitely not what he wanted to know, saying that he might die faster.

Suddenly a picture flashed in my mind.

"That's a map."

Gu Zheng was dark in color and the silk was unfolded. There was nothing but a black figure on it.

This pattern has been studied by Gu Zheng for more than 20 years, and it does not look like a topographic map.

Zuo Yan whispered: "There is one more, and the two should be combined to see the terrain."

Gu Zheng didn't ask where the other map was, but looked at him and said, "It seems there is no memory loss."

Zuo Yan ripped. Talking about the corner of the mouth, can he say that it is a flash of memory?

If you have the ability to ask another question, he will definitely not be able to answer it.

Then Gu Zheng answered a phone call, and left words drooling at the plate of fruit.

After a few hunger and hunger, the previous bowl of plain porridge didn't fill up his stomach at all. The helpless surname Gu didn't fill him up and could only endure the hunger and protest.

When Gu Zheng came back from the balcony, there were already five banana peels in front of Zuo Yan.

"There will be an auction tomorrow. You go with me."

Zuo Yan was surprised. "Auction?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what an auction is."

Gu Zheng's eyes were filled with words you thought I would believe?

After that, he didn't worry that he would run. He picked up his phone and key and left.

Zuo Yan left alone to guard the big house. Zuo Yan waited for him to walk and bit the banana and walked to the door.

The door was locked. Zuo Yan thought about walking to the window and found that the window was also locked.

Smart lock, there is no kind of remote control.

I thought the goal was really not to worry about his escape.

Zuo Yan had finished eating bananas and wanted to go back to the room to sleep. Later, he thought that the white quilt had made him black, and went straight upstairs.

One door to the other opened, and only one door could be opened. Inside was a large black bed.

Zuoyan guessed that Gu Zheng might be, but he didn't plan to return tonight, and the bed was his.

It's a big deal tomorrow when Gu Zheng hasn't come back, he will move again.

Zuo Yan lay on the bed, looking at the moonlight that was photographed outside and asked the system, "Why does he want me to go to the auction together?"

Is it necessary to auction him? No wonder he has to be locked here!

System: "It's not worth selling you."

Zuo Yan, "And you, we are bundled." After

thinking about it, I thought the problem was still on the phone. After I asked the system, I knew that the one that Gu Zheng received The phone was called by the auction house.

The new auction item has the pattern he has been looking for.

The night was quiet, and Zuo Yan began to sigh.

It is so difficult to get close to the goal now, what to do afterwards?

Isn't it a joke to let a man who has only one goal from a young age to being alive suddenly have suicidal thoughts?

"Alas..."

Gu Zheng is 28 years old this year, and he will die in two years, so he hasn't lived long. What is the point of his coming?

System: "The goal must be voluntary death, otherwise he can't wake up in reality."

Zuo Yan: "You are so easy to make the goal depressed. If you always commit suicide in your dreams, are you afraid that he suddenly wants to die in the real world? "

System: "The target will not remember the things in the dream."

Zuo Yan asked: "What about me? Will you forget after completing the task?"

System: "If the target real world is cured, you will be cleared. Remember, you will not forget even if you complete the task at this stage."

Zuo Yan nodded and skipped this topic.

So, how should he persuade the target to commit suicide?

If someone asked him to commit suicide for no reason, he would definitely think that the person who said this was a neuropathy.

And sponsor him a phone call.

"Alas..."

System: "..." Can you not sigh.

Gu Zheng sat in the study of the villa next door and watched the young man turn over on his bed from the monitor.

A white pajama was tortured into various shapes by him, Gu Zheng narrowed his eyes until the young man had fallen asleep, and he didn't see any action.

The next morning, Zuo Yan was dug out of the bed.

Gu Zheng walked away sparsely, first went to the mall to buy clothes.

He wore Gu Zheng's big one.

Two people walked into the clothing store, and several female shop assistants' eyes lit up.

Zuo Yan's skin is abnormally white, his eyes are dark, and his long hair is somewhat messy tied behind his head. A few strands are scattered in front of his forehead, and he has a classic beauty.

I saw him pulling the cuff of the man next to him, pointing at a piece of clothing and looking up to ask what.

The man seemed to say a refusal, and his expression was a bit disappointed.

The pitiful appearance made some female shop assistants secretly excited.

But the fact is that Zuo Yan took a fancy half-yellow and half-green casual suit. He felt that this suit was a challenge to the human aesthetic, so he decided to...

just it!

However, Gu Zheng only glanced at it and immediately rejected it.

And deprived him of the right to choose clothes, he even chose the color of his underwear.

Zuo Yan looked at the leopard print underwear away from him and sighed again.

The aesthetics are different, and I haven't sent them this day.