As the sun sprinkled the first ray of light on the earth, the whole town was quickly covered with a layer of golden freshness, and like those townspeople, they began to wake up one by one from the silent night.
Gu Juan slowly opened his eyes, rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, and opened the door from the bedroom, fully dressed, and walked out.
Not sleeping all night is still a big burden for this body, and the physical exhaustion will directly affect the mental level, causing him to yawn profusely early in the morning and bear two Big dark circles.
"Franken, you are a few minutes later today than yesterday."
"To be precise, it is eight minutes. Treating your regular customers like this is an extremely irresponsible behavior for your own business."
The owner of the handicraft workshop, Abeck, waited outside the door early. His mental state seemed to be worse than that of Gu Juan. The pressure of life made this middle-aged man who should be in the prime of life show signs of weakness and aging early.
"I didn't sleep well last night." Gu Juan opened the door completely, turned around and went back to the counter, "Are there still two pieces of black bread?"
"Just one today." Abeck fumbled for a long time before taking out a handful of change from his pocket and paying the bill, "I often don't sleep well these days, I'm too tired."
"Look at me, buddy. It seems that you are under too much mental pressure. If you really can't do it, just sell your business. Even if you get a few acres of land to farm, you won't starve to death." Gu Juan chose one to look at. The plump black bread was handed to Abeck, and he casually comforted him a few words.
"Maybe." Abeck squeezed out a wry smile, turned around and left slowly with hobbled steps.
After an hour of busy work in the morning, Gu Juan was basically in a state of doing nothing throughout the morning.
He first studied the metal nameplate he got from Wolfgang for a while, but still got nothing.
He was planning to find some time to find some books on history. He suddenly remembered that after he was thirsty last night, he went to the kitchen to squeeze fresh watermelon juice, and there was still a pile of tableware that needed to be cleaned. He temporarily closed the store and came to the kitchen on the second floor .
Pushing open the oil-stained wooden door, Gu Juan suddenly froze, his eyes fixed on the sink and cutting board a few steps away, and he paused for a few seconds before walking forward step by step.
A large intact watermelon was soaked in cold water in the pool.
The plates and chopsticks are neatly placed on one side of the cutting board, the boiling water in the thermos is still full, the manual juicer is clean, and there is no trace of being used just in the middle of the night.
"What exactly is this situation so it's not just poor Franken, but now even my distraction has been deceived?"
"Interesting, really interesting."
Gu Juan closed his eyes, and began to retrace in his consciousness the bits and pieces of yesterday, until the weird dream last night, and everything he did in the kitchen after waking up spontaneously.
Including how many floors, how many steps, how many times the kitchen was cleaned in the dream, and the control of this body. After waking up, I went to the kitchen to drink water and eat melon because I was thirsty
All memories are clear without any ambiguity.
There is no loss or fault.
At Gu Pan's current state, as long as he deliberately recalls, he can even clearly remember how many melon seeds there are in the watermelon he ate, how many milliliters the pot of water drank, and the precise shapes and sizes of various knives.
Then the problem arises.
He obviously drank the boiling water, wiped out the watermelon, and left a mess to clean up the next day. Why did everything return to its original state after dawn?
Could it be that the interior space of this kitchen is actually a Mobius that keeps going back and forth?
No matter what he does in it, will it return to its original state after a certain time point?
Gu Juan frowned slightly, and thought of another possibility.
That's what he thought he had experienced last night, including the dream and after waking up, but it was actually an illusion, an illusion produced after the consciousness was blinded.
Or in other words, there is a third possibility, which Gu Juan thinks should not happen the most.
That is, he didn't wake up last night. From the first dream after falling asleep to the subsequent waking up to drink water and eat melons, it was a continuation of the dream.
He self-righteously controlled himself to wake up, but he didn't really wake up, but just like the movie Inception, he just went from one layer of dreams to another layer of dreams.
"Could it be multiple dreams, or lucid dreams?"
Gu Juan was silent for a moment, and then denied this guess.In the state of lucid dreaming, the dreamer can have the ability to think and remember when awake in the dream.
Some people can even make their dreams feel as real as the real world, but they know that they are in a dream.
Obviously, the situation he encountered was not the case.
Boom boom boom!
A hasty and heavy knock on the door came from downstairs, waking Gu Juan out of his contemplative state.
He quickly arranged a few simple small traps in various places in the kitchen, went downstairs and opened the door of the shop.
Mr. Wolfgang, the part-time sheriff, was waiting outside by the door of the store. After seeing Gu Juan, he coughed a few times and said in a hoarse voice, "Franken, two barrels of stout, thank you."
"Are you sick? Why does that sound wrong?"
Gu Juan took out two barrels of dark beer from behind the counter, "I said yesterday that I would make some appetizers for you."
"No need, I still have something to do."
Wolfgang counted out a few banknotes and put them on the counter, grabbed a bucket of stout in one hand, and gave Gu Juan a stiff smile again, "Goodbye, Franken."
"Goodbye, Mr. Wolfgang."
Judgment Gu watched Wolfgang leave, and the other party's stiff movements made him frown slightly, as if he hadn't recovered from a serious illness.
Somewhat strange.
Yesterday Wolfgang looked as strong as a bull. He killed two barrels of dark beer all by himself with a red face. It only took one night. Why is he so weak like he just had a major operation?
After receiving a few more customers, Gu Juan closed the door early and searched the house from downstairs to upstairs, and it was not completed until nightfall.
Everything is normal, and there is no sign of any supernatural power.
This small building with upper and lower floors is really just an ordinary building.
Do abnormal situations only appear at night?
Gu Juan's heart moved, and he had a plan in an instant.
After hastily making a cup of tea, he took two pieces of black bread that were about to go bad from the shop for dinner. Gu Juan ate it in two or three bites, and began to make advance preparations for what might happen at night.
It's eight o'clock at night.
It was completely dark outside, and lights were lit up everywhere in the town, adding a little warm and bright atmosphere to the quiet night.
Gu Pan dressed neatly, put a sharp knife in his left and right hands, and prepared the oil lamp in advance, then sat cross-legged on the bed, and slightly closed his eyes. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com