Chapter 8

In the middle of the next day, outside the forest. The mountain wind woke Wang Qi up with the cold at night. There seemed to be some light around him. Wang Qi turned his head doubtfully and saw a milky white light in the cracks of the backpack beside him. He opened his backpack doubtfully, and the paper bag taken from Ankos was emitting light. When he looked carefully, it came out from the inside.

Wang Qi pulled out those pages, and the light suddenly became much brighter. The pages of these pages are attached with a layer of white light, which condenses and does not disperse, flowing on the page like **, which may be more appropriate to call it light flow. He hesitated to reach out and touch it. As soon as his fingertips touched the paper, the white light flow suddenly spread like an explosion, which made Wang Qi jump up in shock. At a glance, the whole forest area seemed to fall into the sea of light, and all the scenery was swallowed up and became a white world.

Wang Qi looked at everything in front of him in surprise and could hardly believe his eyes. After a while, the light flow gradually closed, and a bright white cocoon was formed with Wang Qi as the center. There was a glare in front of Wang Qi, and then the person had changed to another place.

Wang Qi stepped on the void and looked blankly at the endless starry sky. The distant galaxy was completely different from what he knew. He looked carefully and knew that it was not because the observation position had changed, because he could not see the familiar planets or the existence of the sun. Wang Qi suddenly knew that this was not the real universe, because he could still breathe.

While he realized this, the light cocoon gradually faded and turned into a fog and returned to the paper. Wang Qi woke up and found that he was still standing still standing there, with his hands on the paper. He calmed down and looked carefully. Although the light on the paper is very light, it is enough for him to see the content above clearly. The first thing that attracts him is the text on the page. This style of writing is very different. He can be sure that he has never seen it, but it gives him an indescribable sense of familiarity.

The corners of the paper are printed with silver patterns. The lines are delicate, exquisite and elegant, but they cannot remind people of the artistic style of any era and civilization. Except for the three pages that are all text, most of the pages are some line plan drawings. The structure is strange and complex, which makes people feel dizzy, which reminds Wang Qi of the pictures of the ten-dimensional world he has seen before, but these are obviously much more complicated.

The paper itself is smooth and flat, extremely thin, slightly transparent, and feels very good, but he can't see what kind of material it is made of. Wang Qi remembered Pierce's words and tried to tear it a few times, but even if he used all his strength, the paper page did not move. As for whether Ancos could not be torn, it is unknown. After reading the whole thing, Wang Qi's attention returned to the text again.

Human consciousness is very wonderful, and there are still many unexplained things in modern science, such as visual sense. Obviously, the first time I see or experience something, I have a sense of déjà vu. Wang Qi thought about it for a long time and had no clue at all, so he attributed this feeling to the category of visual perception.

However, out of that strange intuition in his heart, Wang Qi put the paper bag in his chest pocket, but I don't know if it was because of the day, the light did not appear again, and at the same time found that the forest had finally come to an end. In the afternoon, Wang Qi stood on a high ground on the edge of the forest and saw a white line in the distance. He walked in that direction and came to a road near the forest.

Not long after waiting, a car came. The owner was a fat blue-eyed old man who was very talkative. After learning about Wang Qi's experience, he was quite sympathetic and enthusiastically took him to a hotel near a small town in the south of the forest.

That night, Wang Qi changed into the clothes sent by the hotel, sat in front of the computer in the guest room, created a new account, and sent an email to the business department of his company in the name of a European company.

Although the company is temporarily suspended, if Chen Ming really has returned to China or goes to a place with the Internet, with his enthusiasm for work, he will definitely reply soon. Wang Qi sat in the room and waited quietly. At ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Qi heard the prompt tone of the new email. When he looked at the sending address, his heart suddenly cooled down.

He remembered that on the day he was separated from Chen Ming, the two had been talking and laughing. Only when they passed through a dense forest, they didn't say anything because they were greedy for the scenery, but it was only four or five minutes at most to find that he was missing. He shouted nearby for a long time. Unless Chen Ming fell into a coma somewhere, he could not hear it at all, but it was There is no response.

After searching in the forest for a long time, Wang Qi was about to go to the periphery of the forest, but he found the mark he left behind. He walked along the mark for two days, but he never caught up with him, and the mark extended to the interior of the forest. It was reasonable to leave the mark and go out. At that time, he felt puzzled.

If he really designed to deal with himself, then everything can be explained. If Wang Qi did not encounter that series of changes, according to his daily food consumption, he would definitely eat those things. But what Wang Qi couldn't figure out was that although Chen Ming and he were not best friends, they had a good relationship, and he was decent and had a reputation in the company.

In addition, he is a technical department, and he is a business department. There is no conflict of interest at all, and there is no reason to kill himself. What's more, in that kind of forest, if you really intend to kill people, there are many simple methods, why is it so troublesome to poison?

Wang Qi thought about it again and again. He didn't feel bored. He simply put this matter aside and found information about ancient civilization on the Internet. However, after reading for a long time, I didn't find any text similar to those pages. So how can I explain my familiarity with these words?

Wang Qi asked himself, and he always felt that it was a little reluctant to explain it with a visual sense. He stared at the page of the book and thought hard. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in his mind. He finally grasped the truth that puzzled him: although he did not know this text, it gave him a sense of intimacy like his mother tongue. Thanks to his memory, Wang Qi can speak several languages, but no matter how proficient they are in these languages and how familiar they are, it is difficult to give him the same intimacy as Chinese. He stayed in Europe for several months, which strengthened this impression. But this kind of unknown text is okay. What does this mean?

The next morning, the cafeteria on the second floor of the hotel. Wang Qi picked up the food place for a long time, served an appetizing breakfast, and sat in a window seat. Although the doubts in my heart are hard to get rid of, after a night's rest, the fatigue brought by the forest seems to have been swept away and looks much more energetic.

"Can I sit here?" A young man about the same age as Wang Qi stood by Wang Qi's table with a dinner plate and asked.