What kind of story does a normal scene write about brain holes?

What kind of story does a normal scene write about brain holes?

I woke up in a high school classroom, and I was left alone, and when I was about to leave, I was scared to find out that I would not be able to walk out of the classroom in any way. It’s been an hour since I suddenly found another person in the corner.

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The summer winter was like this, and he couldn’t make it to 320.

320 Classrooms are cross-cutting. There is not a back door, but a door on the right and on the left, and the Soo Sun is all open.

He was waking up in the last row of the classroom, feeling cold, hearing the noises of the students and seeing the old professor in front of him walking out with his briefcase.

Then suddenly it was quiet.

It’s like someone pushed the silent button on the whole room.

The summer is wrinkled, and there’s some disquiet. In any case, the building should not have any sound at all, and the corridors outside the classroom are always noisy. It’s like a pedestal. It’s like a drum.

Even if there’s really no one in the hallway, there’s always some birding outside the window.

And now, dead silence.

This quiet, chilling summer, he simply packed the table and walked to the door. He swallowed saliva, and he totally panicked.

And through that door, it wasn’t the man who came to the corridor.

It’s the ten rows of grey seats, the walls of a sprawl of formulas and love letters, the table on which he had just fallen.

He went back and forth several times, dozens of times, and saw the same results.

Through this door, he saw exactly the same, symmetrically 320 classrooms.

It’s like there’s a big mirror at the door, and it’s like a full 320-gauge mirror, and the door-to-door!

Now, the symmetrical 320 classrooms are composing a strange space at the door, a closed cell, made up of two identical classrooms.

That’s impossible.

He repeatedly confirmed that he was not in a dream, but that he was still holding on to the nerve.

The summer cold could not believe that it was certainly no more hoax, that it was a real prison where he was tied to death in this classroom.

He looked to the windows, hoping to find even a star and a half of hope on those windows. On the other side of the window, the sun that should have appeared in the afternoon and the green lawn beneath the floor had disappeared and had been replaced by a visible reflection of the tube.

Seeing through the window is an empty classroom. It’s the same side of the door, symmetry 320. This is a distorted space, where the windows of the two symmetrical classrooms are connected by something similar to a passageway, making it a much more inclement death row.

He’s got a headache.

Cell phones don’t have any signal, power’s still 3%. The summer cold was locked in the first 20 minutes of this classroom, and it was a mess. He was then completely buried in a state of disquiet and did not know how to disclose it.

“Shit!”

He ran through every corner of the classroom indiscriminately, when he was tired enough to realize that there was no need for unnecessary waste of energy, and he started writing paintings on the blackboard with chalk.

Initially, the drawings were random graffiti, and then a little bit of rationality was raised, starting to document the useful information in pieces.

And he hears in his midst the noise of the hidden sand and sand in this house. Where are the trees?

He looked at his watch in the summer and was trapped for 29 minutes.

The air in the classroom is a frozen, dead water, a panic.

It took a long time for the summer to calm down before he could breathe again and make his heart beat less hard.

“Who the fuck believes…” he says.

Two doors in the classroom are now with another 320 symmetrical classroom, which is now a completely closed space.

The window, already tried. Whether you jump out of any window, you jump back from the classroom with the mirror.

This is a point that makes the summer even more incomprehensible. This type of window, similar to the so-called two-way “transmitters”, is all the more surprising if it is simply an oddly constructed closed classroom.

The summer cold also thinks that he is a rational man who is so rational that in such cases he can calmly and decimate the whole thing. Then I realized that I was fucking childish.

Rational fuck.

He can stay in a chair for at most 10 seconds, and he’s so hot. He had to drink half of his remaining bottle of mineral water while forcing himself to calm down.

The summer winter was round and round in the classroom for more than a dozen times, and there was still no clue.

If his original classroom is named Classroom A, then it’s symmetrically linked to Classroom B.

A and B are tied together like this, and even windows create some kind of space connection.

Two 320 classrooms are starting to look like they’re scratched by a template, with tables and chairs, the position of the groceries and even the fall of chalk.

Only a little different.

In class B, there’s another person sleeping.

In the last row, far from the window, a boy was asleep.

Sleeping heavy, at least until it was so hot in the summer. And the sleeping position was rather hidden, and if his snoring was not so obvious, he could not be found dead in the summer.

He tried to wake him up two or three times, and he failed. It’s like a wax on the table.

“This is too much sleep. “Sweet and cold, he saw a sleeping man, and he never saw a dead body.

He had just heard the sound of his voice, and suddenly he heard a bit of the quenching of the table and chair.

The boy stretched out a lazy waist and wiped the horn of his mouth.

The faces of boys are not half-flank, but they are not weak. And by the rugged edges of the crucible is a blind eye.

He raised his head and looked up at the summer cold with his hair on his face.

And the summer came, and the boy was shot on his shoulder and said, “Brother, what’s your name?” I’m sorry.

The boys, with their eyes open, said, “Dondze. What do you want?”

And the cold pointed to the door, and said, “Then do it, Doms. The thing is, we can’t get out now. I’m sorry.

When Tang Zhu came, he swung and said, “Is the door locked? I’m sorry.

He looked at him in the summer, and he felt something.

By the time the summer winter took several minutes to explain the situation, Tang realized that he had gone crazy between the two classrooms, generally running five or six laps, breathing like a cow.

At last, Tang’s amazing eyes cooled down and faded.

He leaned on the table in an wanton position, with his fingers knocking on the table and looking at the summer cold with panic.

“Why don’t you hurry? I’m sorry.

“I’m anxious, but I’m lazy.” I’m sorry.

Don’t say that. He’s squirming.

“Did you notice that the house is cold?” I’m sorry.

The summer cold was also observed, and the cold gradually came up from every corner since the classrooms were closed.

He simply walked in the house and found that the temperature was very unevenly distributed. Near the wall, it’s obviously much colder, with a summer cold in a T-shirt, and it’s where the goose bumps. But in the centre of the classroom, the temperature is abnormal.

As the temperature cools, the summer cold spreads cold.

He swallowed spit.

“The house has nothing to do with the current and the air is almost completely out of circulation.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi knocked on the table and said, “Okay, this is the second. I’m sorry.

“What’s the second? I’m sorry.

“The second of the strange things in the house. The first is the integrated classroom, and the second is the lack of air. I’m sorry.

He pointed to the window, and he asked, “Can you show the window that I was talking about before? I’m sorry.

Noding in the summer, he grabbed half a chalk and threw it out of the window at the door and watched the chalk coming out of the window in the opposite room. The leaping arc is perfect and attached to the air.

Tang’s eyes were opened and then returned to peace.

“Well, this window is third. I’m sorry.

“What good is it even if you remember 30,000?” Whether to be trapped or not. I’m sorry.

“At least we have to write this down before one day this thing gets killed.” For example, if the air is not in circulation, is it possible to cause more breathing waste to pile up in a given area and to suffocate us while we sleep? I’m sorry.

It was clear in the summer that the chalk had begun to be written on the blackboard on every item that had just been discussed.

Tang Chi is a person who has not been clear in the summer, even more incomprehensible than this classroom.

It is likely that he will hide his wise opinions in a manner which he does not reflect.

Said he was calm, but sometimes he died of panic, and his heart had to jump out of his chest.

He’s covered in fog, he can’t see.

Tang Zhu stood up and looked at the suspended watch in the house and said, “When did this watch stop?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t know.” Maybe I stopped when I woke up. I’m sorry.

Tang Zi looks like a sticker and looks a little different. He asked, “Friend, what’s your name again? I’m sorry.

Summer chalk is on the board and the chalk is broken. He took the chalk ash on his body and said, “I’ve said it three fucking times. My name is Summer. I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, I have a bad memory. How long have you been awake? I’m sorry.

“An hour and twenty minutes.” I’m sorry.

On the other hand, Tang Zhi asked: “Can we get to the second? I’m sorry.

In the summer, the cold stretches out and says, “It’s bullshit.” Do you see my watch for a second?”

Tang Chi pulled out her cell phone and asked: “Looks like your phone is dead. I’m sorry.

And the winter noded, saying, “When I woke up, there was almost a single bit of electricity. I’m sorry.

Tangzhi pressed the power key, and occasionally in his look, there was a slight loss like a waterline. He said, “This is the last of our electronics, and even without a signal, we need to protect the power.” I’m sorry.

The summer winter turned around and continued to record the contents on the blackboard, and after his chalk had carved its last drawing, his hands were pulled out of the panel.

The summer cold sat by the podium, while Tangzhi ran to lie on the steps.

The chalk in the summer cold, he said, “Dondze, I’ve never seen you in my class before.” I’m sorry.

The voice of Tang’s sense came from afar, and it faded away in an empty classroom: “I am not in your class, or even in your profession.” I’m the one who knocks on the code all night. Summer, what do you do? I’m sorry.

And murmuring in the cold: O me, forget it, thief water. I’m sorry.

After that, they were silent.

At the end of the summer, fear remained, but it had to divert its thoughts and attention. He suddenly began to think uncontrollably, and began to miss the high school table where he drew five pieces of chess with her. With a soft one-tail, sitting by the window of the sun. Clean white uniforms, shiny purple hair rope. She looked at the move, and she said, “Closed! I’m sorry.

He wondered how long it had passed and only one tremor.

It was cold in the middle of the afternoon, when Tang Zhi shot him on the shoulder.

“Don’t fall asleep by the wall, it’s freezing to death. I’m sorry.

The summer was so cold, he looked at the watch, he just sat there for four hours. He asked, “What have you been doing for four hours? I’m sorry.

“Listen to the sound.” I’m sorry.

“What’s that sound? I’m sorry.

“It’s like leaves are ringing. It’s light. Three times so far. A balanced interval of eighty-five minutes each. I’m sorry.

The summer chill rose up and was busy recording the fourth injury on the blackboard. He writes over and over, “I’ve heard this voice before. I’m sorry.

“When?”

“I woke up about 29 minutes ago. “I thought I was afraid of the illusions. I’m sorry.

Then he Noded, and he went to the window, and said, “I also tested the windows with chalk, to see if they were all connected to the classroom across the street. I’m sorry.

“The results?”

“The result is really a match. I’m sorry.

“I didn’t tell you? I tried before. I’ll give it a try while you’re still awake. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “You’ve tried it before. It’s not bad to try more. Just so you’re awake, you’re free, so why don’t you try to imagine. I’m sorry.

“How can we imagine? Or do you want to guess how this classroom came out? I’m sorry.

When Tang Zhu clapping his hand, he flipped off the table and said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, I don’t know how it works, but if we want to discuss it, we can give you some advice. I’m sorry.

“What advice?”

“Well, let’s just say, a little bit less. Save your energy. We didn’t eat. I’m sorry.

“We’ll write it down when we’re on the blackboard, and we’ll count whatever bullshit, right? I’m sorry.

Tangsy said, “Well, I don’t think you can think of anything that you can think of.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, let’s start from scratch. In any case, it’s a common explanation for all these anomalies on the blackboard, right? I’m sorry.

“Yes. Closed space, convection abnormal, window cycle, leaf sound. These four things, if you can find a cogent, it’s done. I’m sorry.

He said, “A” was the letter “A” of a grass on the side of the blackboard.

“This is your mark.” I’m sorry.

“Yes. I named the 320 first class as Classroom A, while the one you were in was named Classroom B. What? Does this interfere with our reasoning? I’m sorry.

As soon as he turned cold, he said, “Summer cold, you didn’t tell me I wasn’t in the same classroom. I’m sorry.

Look at the look in Tang Shek’s eyes, and the summer cold suddenly stops.

All the ideas that had sprung in his head had shrunk back.

He realized that he had neglected a key issue.

The question is, he can’t be sure if Tangzi was asleep in class A before.

If Tangzhi was sleeping in Classroom A, then when Classroom B was created, his position was “transferred.”

If Tangzhi had never slept in this classroom, then it would have been the presence of a spiritual classroom B, by creating a man called Tangzhi.

In other words, in the second case. So maybe the whole classroom made the wrong copy of the human summer cold and turned it into a Tangzhi?

Tang Zhu always insisted that he slept in this classroom from beginning to end, so does he really think the classroom is the same as the one he marked A?

The harder it gets, the worse he asks, “Did you look at this classroom before you went to bed?” I’m sorry.

And Tangzhi shook his head and said, “I just picked a classroom that was small, and I didn’t even see which one was. If, as you say, we appear in Classroom A and Classroom B, respectively, the situation is more complicated. I’m sorry.

He said, “I slept against a wall.” You said you slept by the window. You and I slept in different places in the last row and ended up in Classes A and B. I’m sorry.

The two of you are silent, and Don has been cruising on the ground for so long.

“It’s impossible! Even if it’s impossible. I’m sorry.

And he stood up and groaned, saying, “Take this down.” Fifth, you and I have different initial rooms. This article needs to be given higher priority. I’m sorry.

Tang said, “I’ll figure this out first.” I’m sorry.

He was on the blackboard, and suddenly he started writing it like snow.

It’s like a thunderbolt on the board, every symbol, every letter, precision, integrity, strength.

He did not understand a single word, and Tang Kyaw wrote in a form he had never seen before. The summer winter looked at a moment, and looked inside of his head, and he asked, “What are you writing? I’m sorry.

Code. I’m sorry.

“What code? What code can you compile on the board? I’m sorry.

“A programming language I write myself. While it is not possible to compile it, it would allow me to logic the problem in a procedural manner. I’m sorry.

And the more he heard, the more curious he said, “There is a master board in your brain.” I’m sorry.

Don doesn’t laugh without answering. He wrote over and over and over and over and over again, and said, “The lights are normal, gravity is normal, the currents are rivals…”

The summer cold looked at Tang’s mind and I was in a state of oblivion, and only the sound of the chalk feeling. He understood that he was no longer fit to disturb him and looked up and looked at the lanterns.

“Yeah. The lights are working. Where’s the power coming from? I’m sorry.

And when he said, “Where did you say it came from?” I’m sorry.

Only writing sound.

Turning back, he saw that Tang’s mind had been covered in the blackboard underneath and that it was about to be painted white.

When Tang Zhu left the last one on the lower right corner of the blackboard, there was absolutely no room for writing. He turned around and said, “What did you just ask me?” I’m sorry.

“No, it’s okay. My questions will be asked later. How’s your program going? I’m sorry.

“Appointment. Out of BUG.

The summer cold doesn’t know anything about programming, but it probably knows that BUG is a mistake.

He looked at the full blackboard, and he lamented: “We have two pieces of it, or not enough for you to write.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi’s head was shaken and said, “We can’t finish 200 plates.” And efficiency is at stake, and it’s a hard job for me to compile, debug, fix. I’m sorry.

He said, “Do you think I can’t figure that out, but it’s a bit of a surprise. I’m sorry.

“I’m almost there. “It’s almost enough to fill a piece of the board.” I’m sorry.

He said to push the blackboard up below until it reached the top, and the summer cold suddenly shouted.

Then he turned back and said, “What is the matter with you?”

The darkboard on which the summer cold is stunned says, “What is the word?” I’m sorry.

Tang Zhui has raised his head, and the blackboard on the top, which is full of code, is clean and clean, except for the moment when the blackboard is pushed by the sluice, all the writings are completely wiped out and turned into a brand-new plate!

Tang felt unstable and took a step backwards, and he stood by the podium and watched deadly at the top of the brand-new blackboard.

The summer winter was too busy filling the wall with a chalk to add an “A” letter, and he felt the key to the mark.

“What about the words? “How did the words disappear? I’m sorry.

Tang Zin looks at the blackboard and doesn’t speak, and the look is full of doubt.

“Try again. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said he was flying to draw numbers 0 and 1 on the two blackboards up and down. He said to the summer cold: “Summer cold, the blackboard 0 above and the blackboard 1 below will look at it for me.” All the handwriting changes, time to disappear. I’m sorry.

And the winter cried, “I will not miss anything. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi pulled the blackboard that had just been pushed down, and the blackboard smudged between the slides.

When the summer cold came down, it was just down there, and the blackboard with the “1” on it was empty again!

Tangzhi’s body was slightly shaken and he pushed the board back.

This time, both blackboards became light and fresh.

There’s no star and a half.

Tang Zing was breathing again, and he used a chalk to light the table, thinking for a long time.

The cold in the house seemed to be coming to light, and he was squeezing in his palms and moving in uneasy.

When he broke the silence, he returned to his previous position, pointing to the blackboard and saying, “Are we to make sure that the blackboard was pushed to the end before the writing began to disappear?” I’m sorry.

And the winter struck the blackboard, and answered, “You have seen it, that’s it. It’s supposed to be one of your boards, and a little bit of thong disappears at the same time. I’m sorry.

He put his ears on the blackboard and heard nothing. It’s not like it’s designed to do anything. He could only stand against the wall, but he could not spread it.

The question is: “Is this design designed to avoid us recording more at the same time?” The blackboard can pull again…”

The summer chill said, “It’s bullshit.” If it’s just that you don’t want to write, why don’t you just scale the whole plate up to nail cover? I’m sorry.

“This is certainly not simply to make the writing disappear.” These words must have gone somewhere else. I’m sorry.

And he raised his head in the cold, and he looked with his eyes, and said to the ceiling and to the burning lamp, “Where can it be?” I’m sorry.

Tangsy’s finger began to bang on the desktop with a strange pattern, and the rhythm of the sound was like the Electro-Firestone in the brain.

And he said: Think, and do not move your fingers. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi is shaking his head, saying, “Just think of me as running the program. After all, Tang’s mind is still shaky and only his finger is still beating.

The summer winter looked, and he thought it was a bit of a mess, but he understood that he probably forgot about me again. He looked at the dry lips of his eyes, and put half of the water he had previously drank on the table on the podium, saying, “This is half of the bottle I had had earlier.” Classroom B replicates the whole bottle of Classroom A. That’s it. Save it. I’m sorry.

He turned around to class B and looked at the blackboard for a moment, and suddenly he reacted to something.

“This one’s blackboard, isn’t it? I’m sorry.

In the summer cold, the two blank blackboards worked hard to write the words “up” and “down” and then gently pushed the blackboard up. The word “down” disappears at the top of the board.

He touched the blackboard with his hands over and over and over again, and still felt nothing different. This blackboard is like thousands of other blackboards in the school.

“It’s evil. “Summer and cold, pull back the blackboard. This time, both blackboards became blank again.

“The blackboard is also weird…” The summer cold can’t make things right, and he needs to be backed up by the Tangs anyway.

His mind is a sandstorm, which is not yet in shape.

Just some sand, extra valuable.

He waited here for another leaf to ring, until the light knocks across the table stopped, before he walked back. I saw Tang’s hands on the podium.

“Is there an idea?” Summer question.

Don’t you see? I’m sorry.

“I have a guess now. I’m sorry.

“What guess?”

“According to what I’ve written in half, and what I’ve just done, I think there might be more than one classroom like ours. I’m sorry.

“One is not enough? I’m sorry.

“That’s crazy. I said there’s more than one design. I’m sure I can get to the next one. And this theory is based on the premise that this classroom is not an unconscious supernatural phenomenon and that there’s really a designer running it. I’m sorry.

“What kind of designer does not usually call it behind the scenes? I’m sorry.

He said, “Like, if you feel so comfortable, call this man a gangster.” The black hands didn’t kill you and me, but chose to keep us alive in this room, somewhat purposeful. I’m sorry.

He said, “I fear that he will only find it fun to torture.” I’m sorry.

“This is an end, of course. But anyway, he gave us light. Although that doesn’t make sense, imagine what we’d miss if the lights were so far dark. I’m sorry.

The summer cold looked around and saw more or less what Tang thought.

“That’s what happened. If there’s no light, we’ll find out what the window is, and what’s most important is that it’s not. He knocked on the blackboard and said, “We don’t use it at all.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi went on to say, “The gangsters don’t want us to miss this. I’m sorry.

“In other words, if the black man is a loco, he might turn the light on and let us find this, and then let the children who are willing to think fall into the pit of their own reasoning.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Yes. But this classroom is not a graffiti, it’s a sophisticated design. Even if it is a trap, it must be a sophisticated trap. I’m sorry.

In saying this, Tangzhi has something on his face.

He said, “Whether or not you can leave here without seeing all the design, is not it sad? I’m sorry.

“I’m not sorry, I’m sweaty.” How can these be introduced to more than one classroom? I’m sorry.

He said, “A guess.” The black man left you and me between the 100 and the entire classroom. If he really likes to play games, isn’t it too few? I’m sorry.

“That’s good, that’s your reasoning.” I’m sorry.

On the other hand, the blogger says: I’m sorry.

“What is Beta? I’m sorry.

“test version. A test version of reasoning.”

Blackboard to 220

After a few minutes, Tang Zhiqi Qi said he was tired and tired. The chair was like a soft sponge, and he fell deep inside, and then rested.

Sleep well.

There was a consensus between the two individuals that they could not sleep at the same time in order to avoid missing out on the sudden situation and information in the house. And because of Tang’s “sleep suffocation” assumption, everyone can only sleep for four hours at most.

During the hours of Tang’s sleep, the leaf rings still appear.

The rate of temperature decline slowed down, but the temperature differentials at various locations in the house increased markedly. Summer is hard to stay by the wall, he’s cold and shaky.

The air in the classroom is not as bad as it is.

It is only food that remains unsolved, and the depression of closed spaces makes the summer cold a little restless.

It is already 10:00 p.m. Hunger, although it does not constitute a threat to life, is a bit difficult. The summer cold had searched all over the sides, and there was still nothing to eat in the classroom.

It might be a little rough night.

If normally, the entire campus must have been wrapped in a quiet nightlight outside the window. But now he saw the tables and chairs and the lanterns of the classroom opposite.

The window made the summer cold uncomfortable and he moved his sight from there. In addition to your own heartbeat, it’s the small breath of Don. The rest, I can’t hear anything.

The last time he thought it was so quiet was when he broke up? When he lost his wallet and scratched his cheeks at the stairs? Or when the balcony returned to its first love text?

That’s too fucking sweet.

He said he didn’t return to the light.

He looked at the watch, and it’s almost time, and he’s walking to wake up Tang.

As a result, he suddenly sat up, blind and helpless.

It’s just like when he first woke up.

The summer winter became more and more like a mobile phone, and it jumped and jumped, and the power was not enough.

The summer cold’s hand waved in front of Tangzhi: “Son, you’ve made it! I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu, in his head, said, “I almost died.” I’m sorry.

He was lazy, and he said with a vague voice, “Let me get back to my state, and we’ll study it when I get back to it.” I’m sorry.

Don’t look too far, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to help you. I’m sorry.

“Speak, what?”

“What about going to the bathroom?” I’m sorry.

He said, “What else can I do? If you think I’m shy and go to the opposite house, find an empty bottle here.” I’m sorry.

Tang’s in the middle of nowhere, and he doesn’t know if he can understand it, so he goes to B’s room and sits around and waits for the processor to recover.

I didn’t know that Tangzi was in this state, and as soon as he recovered, it was one night.

The summer cold sneezed and found that Tang’s sleep was holding up a sleepless position. But the eyes are thin, not at all like sleeping. The summer cold was so boring that it started writing on the blackboard, poetry songs, ghost drawings, drawings of whatever you think, and finally it was full of blackboards, and then pushed it to empty it.

The summer cold finally discovered the benefits of the blackboard design and saved the effaceurs.

The blackboard was slightly chilly and he had to jump up and down and write with his hands. It’s not easy to draw, but it’s not easy to call yourself a loser and a child.

But it’s the only fun he can find before despair.

It’s only when the summer is almost asleep that Tang will wake up. And it was 2:30 in the morning.

They have been trapped for 11 hours.

He jumped to the cold and said, “I woke up. Go on with yesterday’s topic. I’m sorry.

“You’re too slow to turn this thing on.” I’m sorry.

Tang Tsing seems to have ignored the words of summer winter, and he put his hand on the blackboard and said, “This blackboard in class B may be new.” I’m sorry.

“How? I’m sorry.

He pointed to the window, and he pointed to the blackboard, and he said, “I’ve been skeptical of the two things the black hands wanted us to detect. Windows and blackboards may be a link to communication, or a medium. I’m sorry.

“I know what you mean. I’m sorry.

“It’s not necessarily outside, it’s probably another classroom. Or any other twisted space?”

It’s a little cold in the summer, and it says, “Yes, but the window iron is no good. It’s not going to work. It’s just going to make us go around the house. I’m sorry.

“It’s just not now. And we have a blackboard. Yesterday it was just a double test of the blackboard of Classroom A, and it hasn’t been explored. I’m sorry.

“Don’t bother. I tried the whole night, and so did the blackboard here. On the two blackboards again, the words “up” and “down” were written, and then the blackboard was pushed.

Once again, the blackboard slid up, and when it crossed to the top, the word “down” disappeared.

But the blackboard did not turn into a clean void, as the summer cold thought.

There’s something up there.

It was painted with a yellow chalk, with a few scenes and a few mocking faces.

And it is the most devious, funny and grotesque of the smile, but it is clear.

The summer cold was a shock to the chest, and all the distress was crushed. His feet were soft and he was busy yelling at the podium, “What the fuck is this? I’m sorry.

The surprise in Tang’s eyes was flashing, and he came to the smile and said, “There’s yellow chalk in this house.” I’m sorry.

“None. “The sun is so cold, it’s so cold and sweaty.”

“Is this what you drew last night? I’m sorry.

“I never drew this last night.” I’m sorry.

Tangzhi’s eyes swept the blackboard and ran back to class A, shouting, “The summer cold.” Keep an eye on your blackboard. I’m sorry.

“I understand. I’m sorry.

Subsequently, the summer cold heard more than a dozen skatings of blackboards and sands. It’s probably Tang’s crazy board writing across the street and pushing the blackboard. In the end, Tang Zhi turned his head and said, “It does not seem that time has affected the status of the blackboard, but the blackboard there is still only emptied. I’m sorry.

He said, “There’s no movement on the blackboard, or this face. I’m sorry.

The summer cold had smoothed its breath, and earlier panics had receded. He’s got this funny smile again, and besides being weird, it’s kind of funny.

“Dangzi, this thing is probably painted by people. I’m sorry.

The summer cold doesn’t make any precise sense, but mere sensory machinery doesn’t produce such stupid faces.

Tang’s finger was softly on the smile, and he was like, “It’s natural that the handwriting is so thin that it’s pretty sure it’s made. But why now? I’m sorry.

“I drew a bunch of ghost drawings on the board last night, and then I lost a blackboard.” Maybe someone’s scared. I’m sorry.

“Getting away from evil? “Wait, if the symbols you’re drawing are seen in other classrooms, they’ll probably have to draw something to respond. I’m sorry.

The summer warms his lips and he thinks, “It makes sense.” Maybe you’re blindfolded. It’s like a little piece of paper that can be passed across the classroom. I’m sorry.

“First of all, it can be established that A classrooms don’t have this function. Otherwise, a number of speculations that had been written earlier, many words had been tried and could not have remained blank. “We have to test it. If B’s blackboard really leads to another person or someone, he’ll have to answer like a human being. I’m sorry.

Tangzhi suddenly stopped and turned and said to the summer cold, “It would be even more interesting if the blackboard went to the “back-of-the-scenes ” . I’m sorry.

He worked on the blackboard and wrote, “Is anyone there?” Push the blackboard once and sit on the table in the first row.

“It’s funny I didn’t see it, but the black hands shouldn’t be so busy.” And even if this board is a real communication tool, it’s too fucking hard. Look, we don’t even know if it’s written there. We have to do it again. I’m sorry.

“It is true that the blackboard model looks like an old-fashioned communication agreement. In order to save strength and maximize efficiency, we pull the blackboard every hour to see if there’s any news on it. I’m sorry.

After feeling the cold of the air, he rubbed his hand and went up a step and said, “When I’m waiting, I’m going to elaborate on a few thoughts that I had last night. I’m sorry.

And the winter lifted up the water bottle, and smote it, and said: Say thou: I shall fall asleep after that. I’m sorry.

Tangsy said: “Assuming, blackboards and windows are the medium of communication. It is expected that the test will soon be completed. I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

According to Tang Shek: “Founding second, the number of classrooms will change sooner or later. I’m sorry.

And he asked, “How did you guess? I’m sorry.

“It’s based on speculation. If you can communicate with anyone else on the blackboard, contact anyone outside our classroom. That means the black hands allow us to communicate. Allowing the sharing of information is all the more reason for allowing coexistence in space. I’m sorry.

And he laughed, and said, “You are too far from it.” Let me sum up. You think the teacher who’s allowed to pass the note will be allowed to run the seat. I’m sorry.

“That’s what it means. I’m sorry.

The summer chill shook his head and said, “Yes. But it’s just a lie. I’m sorry.

“The last one is guess three. I think a leaf ring is a hint. Or sign. I’m sorry.

“What’s the time?” I’m sorry.

Donkey said, “No. If the black hands want you to know the time, just don’t stop at the back of the classroom. It’s a perfect watch for 80 minutes of strange noise. This proves that “the number of times the leaves appear” may be more valuable than “the interval”. I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s a little interesting. Reminds me of the tip of the crossword game. Maybe that’s a hint? I’m sorry.

And he said to the blackboard, and he pushed it over and over again, and said, “When I heard your conjectures, I made an idea.” I’m sorry.

“What thought?”

“You said, “Assuming the blackboard is a chat software, is this a personal conversation or a QQ Q Group?” I’m sorry.

After the summer winter, as the blackboard pulls, when the blackboard touches the edge, there is a line of rough words.

“Someone’s here. I’m your Qin.

And then, there’s a funny funny face just now.

“Looks like a private conversation. I’m sorry.

“Who is Qin? I’m sorry.

Then the cold seized the head and said, “How should I know? I’m sorry.

“At least it is certain that the Qin master knows the role of the blackboard. Whether he’s a trapped man like us, or a black man, or a higher level in the whole design. I’m sorry.

“We don’t have to answer anything.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Yes. So we need to plan the content of the communication and maximize the use of the blackboard. AB’s room must be full of two boxes of chalk, depending on how we present the most information to each other in the shortest possible time. I’m sorry.

“You must be good at this.” I’m sorry.

Tang thought noded, and he wrote a rule book, from the top to the bottom, and his right hand moved mechanically and quickly like a printer, like a pin controlled by a signal.

Blackboard time is full, and summer cold is no surprise.

Tang Zhi rinsed his sleeves and said, “I have described your identity, my current situation, and a summary of my guess, and finally asked him about it. I’m sorry.

“This time, the blackboard will be pulled in an hour. It’s just for a while, let alone a letter. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “Oh. I’m sorry.

Tang Kyaw pushed the blackboard once, and the writing on the blackboard below disappeared.

The summer cold took another sip of that little half bottle of water and said, “Dangzi.” Let me ask you something while you’re over there. When you get into this house, there’s no feeling. I’m sorry.

“What does it feel like?”

And the summer cold covered his cheeks, and he put his pen to his head, saying, “I can’t fucking say it. I just feel like I can’t stop thinking about what happened. Is that a problem? I’m sorry.

Can’t you find an explanation or an answer? Just like the golden bear that used to be, when you scare it, you squeeze it in the corner of the cage.

“I have no past.” I’ve forgotten everything before. I’m sorry.

And the cold set the bottle of the mineral, and he held his shoulder tight because of the cold, and said: I see how can you forget when you have a bright head? I’m sorry.

Tang Chi didn’t answer, he just softly shook his head.

And the winter said: “It shall not be hard for you, I envy you. I envy you for being afraid of nothing. I’m sorry.

He said: “I am not afraid of anything, but I am afraid of a little while, and then turn my fear into something of interest to me.” I’m sorry.

“Come and get some sleep.” It’s not a night off. It’s a lot of a mess in your head. I’m sorry.

Noding in the summer, dragging in a position to lie down on the table, feeling sad all over the bones. As if he had never been so heavy, like a lead, he said, “Then I sleep, and call me then.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi grabbed some chalk and started writing on the table, saying, “Don’t worry. I’m sorry.

It’s hard to feel comfortable at the bottom of the summer, and it’s possible to look at Tang’s mind and think about it. Once he’s in his head, he’s essentially no different from a dead man who can write.

But now he has to be left to Tang’s sense, a period of fatigue has consumed the summer cold, his eyelids have grown heavy and he has fallen asleep.

Not even a chance to dream, it’s just a moment away. And when the eyelids are closed, and the air is drawn, the heart of the Tang will call upon him.

Had it not been for the three-hour turn of the watch, he thought he was still asleep.

The summer cold, probably just woke up and he thought the house was colder. Tang Chi is pointing to the blackboard. He saw the walrus on the blackboard.

It’s been a long summer.

The summer winter turned over the table, stretching over and asking, “Did you write back?”

Donkey said, “Here we go. I’m sorry.

And he did, and he groaned, and said, “It’s only a pity that he didn’t come back. I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “It’s done too. There are so many smart people in the world, and it’s a lot of work. I’m sorry.

He looked up and read the first line of the blackboard.

Next time, write it bigger! Tired eyes!”

He doesn’t know what to look like, and he has such a lively mind in this dilemma that he should say whether he is stupid or optimistic.

Tang Zhi struck the blackboard with a finger section, saying, “This man has a lot to offer, and it’s not much to use. Let me give you a brief summary. I’m sorry.

Then Summer and Tang Chi spoke at the podium for five minutes and largely followed the situation in that room.

First of all, Qin’s is just 220 under 320. But Qin’s room is not trapped by two, but three.

Secondly, the way in which Qin was trapped was different from the way in which the two were trapped, not the closed space where the two classrooms were symmetrically integrated, but the more complex situation. The opposite door is still mirrored by 220 classrooms. However, windows are not a single connection. To the right of the window, is another 220 door!

From their initial room, there’s an unlimited 220 classrooms through the window to the right. And all the classrooms are completely replicated.

Thirdly, for some reason, Qin was separated from the other two. It has not yet been possible to meet because of the appalling number of classrooms without a reasonable numbering.

Fourth, their classrooms don’t get cold. But the same leaves will ring. However, the time and number of leaves are not recorded by the three, nor is the use of the blackboard valued. Master Qin had accidentally discovered the symbols on the blackboard, which had led to communication with the two men.

After Tangzhi had said it, he cleared his voice with a slight screech, and said, “Finally, the most important thing. 220. The classroom has the remaining mineral water, biscuits and oranges. Although the number of individual classrooms is not large, it is due to the infinity of the classrooms. I’m sorry.

And the summer cold said, “Yes, I understand. These people don’t starve to death. No wonder the tone of speech still doesn’t seem too scary. I’m sorry.

“But one thing I don’t understand is that 220 classrooms have broken the basic rules. I’m sorry.

The summer winter said, “I feel like everything in this house is bullshit and irregular. I’m sorry.

“It’s not that. If the classroom is structured, as the Qin master has said, then each window will correspond to a new 220. A room with 16 windows, a room with 16 windows, and the number of classrooms will expand exponentially as the space goes to its right. Four to the right, six-and-a-half-five-and-a-half-five-and-a-half, four to the right, to the right, but there’s no limit to the world. I’m sorry.

And he heard it, and he said, “Don’t forget it. You count fast, but you can’t figure it out. Let me ask you, even if this Qin is a marathon master, he can run an infinite number of metres a day. I’m sorry.

Don is wrinkled, and he understands the meaning of summer winter.

And he said, “Be more clear than I said, if the evil hands are truly wise, they will not need 60,000. We’re going to the sea and we’re going to make 10,000 of them. I’m sorry.

Tang’s eyebrows spread out and his fingers banged on the table and said, “Circle queue, space recovery, pre-treatment. I found out you had the potential to be a program designer. I’m sorry.

And the summer cold heard in the fog, and said with a blind face, “Do not pull out the names of the messing up.” I’m a programmer, a potential hammer. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I can’t get through this. There must be you and Qin. I’m sorry.

He said, after a moment, that he would say, “Yes, and the Qin master.” I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi took a step back and took the whole blackboard into his sight, saying, “Believe from Qin until we starve to death.” I’m sorry.

He said, “First of all, this Qin master must obey.” If he doesn’t cooperate, no one can help us. I’m sorry.

“Yes. It is a pity that Qin initially wasted too much time. The spacing, the number of leaves and the number of classrooms they have experienced have been missed. I’m sorry.

He started writing new lines of communication on the blackboard.

On the other hand, Tang Zhu danced mechanically on the right hand and said, “There is one thing that is incomprehensible. The original face appeared on this blackboard down there, and that was the same thing down there. The blackboard above is still empty. The blackboard below is the 220-classroom downstairs. I’m sorry.

The summer thaw looked up and looked at the ceiling and said, “I don’t know if there’s anyone in class 420.” I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu noded and said: “It is unlikely that the blackboard above is not designed to do anything. You’re talking about a possibility, and I’m more inclined to 420 classrooms that are really people, except for some reason they never get to the blackboard. I’m sorry.

“No one can sleep in a room until they wake up.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi stopped rubbing on his sour eyes and went on to say, “There may be other mechanisms in room 420 to prevent them from using the blackboard. Or… for some reason, the trapped man is dead. I’m sorry.

He said, “I’m just going to guess.” There’s a good chance that 420 people are not trapped at all, or they can use the blackboard without discovering its secrets. ..

He said, “It’s okay. You didn’t guess anything. It’s not a big deal. I’m sorry.

Donkey just nod. He knocked on the table and turned and continued to write on the board.

The summer winter watched Tang Chik write the board book with great attention, and suddenly felt a moment of uncertainty and fear. If he wakes up from the table in class A and runs to class B, he finds it empty.

No one.

How can he solve even a mystery if he doesn’t feel like it? How can we find any of these secrets?

So what, face the infinite loneliness?

He could not think of a solution to the problem. He only saw Don’s mind turning around and banging on the blackboard with his fingers.

“What’s going on? “If you’re not resting well, you can go back to sleep.” I’m sorry.

“No, I was just thinking. Did you write the book?”

“It’s almost written. Basically, some of the questions we just summed up, and my main doubts, are on it. He was also promised to communicate every two hours, and no signs of delay in communication with the blackboard have been detected. You see what else you have to fill it in. I’m sorry.

The summer winter looked at the blackboard and thought for a moment, saying, “Let’s consider asking about his two companions.” I’m actually a little curious who the other two people in class are and why they’re gone. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi filled the next line on the blackboard.

And he said, “There is one more thing I thought you’d think of so brightly. I want to ask them if there’s oranges in that room. I’m sorry.

Tang Zi, then added a verse. Then he pushed the blackboard and emptied all the text.

During this period, the summer cold two people came up with a game called “Virtual Five Chess” in order to divert the anxiety from hunger and play the boring light.

The rules are the same as the true five pieces of chess, except that there is no board and no chess, and both sides imagine the existence of the board in their minds and use coordinates to write down.

Black, 0-0.

“White, 1-1.”

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! Besides, you’re a personal processor. Who can play you? I’m sorry.

“The five pieces of chess produced in this way are more of a test of immediate memory and speed of reaction.” This helps me to think about things next and keep my mind up. I’m sorry.

And the winter said: “That too. Let’s simplify the rules and play a game that’s not that complicated. What do you think? I’m sorry.

“Two pieces of chess”?

And the winter said, “Yes, I have first hand. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu, who is the leader of the board, says, “Without additional conditionalities, the N chess team has an undefeated strategy.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold is suddenly lazy enough to continue with the human processor. Tangzhi has little physical need at any time other than once in a while to drink a small sip. Even if I sleep, it’s the kind of person who doesn’t sleep or dies. And once you wake up, there’s plenty of energy.

He feels like he can’t keep playing chess with Tangzhi, either in his mind or physically. Look at the watch, it’s almost time. Summer came to the podium and pushed the blackboard once. A row of ephedrine platinum platinum struggled to get into the field of view.

“The Qin master is on time. @Ambassah: #Jan25

The top line continues the way Qin likes to waste blackboard space. It’s still a row of big grass.

“How many times have I said it? It’s hard to read! I’m sorry.

Tang Chi came down and read a book from Qin in front of the blackboard. The manner in which Qin described this time is clearly clearer and more concise, and the writing has been improved. I think it’s because I’ve read a lot of Tangsy’s books, and it’s a little bit affected.

Ten minutes later, Tang Soo-hyun said, “It’s almost clear. I’m sorry.

They summarized the core of Qin’s new text:

First, since the last news, Qin has recorded a 78-minute interval between leaves. The number has so far not been known.

Second, the Qin master gave an approximate estimate of the number of times he moved, and should have moved at least 30 classrooms to the right. The total number of classrooms has long been astronomically amazing if calculated at 30 times 16.

Thirdly, the Qin Prince may have caused some confusion with the other two because of certain inconvenient circumstances. In the end, three people continued to walk down three different windows. The classrooms reached by all the different windows do not at present see any intersection, so they have not yet been able to meet.

Fourth, on the question of whether food rots, Qin said… For reasons not yet known, oranges in general do not say rot and dehydration is extremely slow. So far, the oranges in the classroom are still fresh.

When Qin wrote this, a little orange juice was spilled on the edge of the blackboard. The most laughter in the summer is that Qin wrote it while eating.

Tangzi’s chalk touched a few times on the board, and he rounded up the “78 Minutes” on the board and said, “Some of the time problems are confirmed first.” The problem with Qin’s room was that they did not record the first time a leaf sounded, but they could only estimate that the classroom anomaly was after three o’clock. And the leaves must ring later. I’m sorry.

“320 leaves are known to be ringing after 29 minutes. I’m sorry.

He said, “If Master Qin had such care, I would have saved at least half of my strength. I’m sorry.

Tang’s eyebrow is wrinkled and his fingers are pounding on the table. He thought, “This problem can only be solved by the next clue. It is now a fact that the food of Qin’s classroom will not change in the short term. I’m sorry.

“We can’t eat anyway. I’m sorry.

“This is the core.” We have to get Qin to bring us food. Although you and I will not starve to death in a few days, the continued lack of food will completely affect the intensity of thinking. If you and I can’t make efficient reasoning and analysis, it’s like starving to death. I’m sorry.

When he looked at the blackboard, he pressed his hand on the blackboard and asked, “Good luck.” You mean the blackboard?”

On the other hand, Tang Qin used his index finger to carry a piece of chalk, saying, “It was written by yellow chalk in Qin’s classroom. The handwriting says it’s a piece of chalk on the blackboard. If you can bring the chalk from his classroom to this side. Then the food…”

In his eyes, he was excited, pointing at the orange juice on the edge of the blackboard, and said, “food may also work.” I’m sorry.

It’s like a summer cold. He woke up in a dream, touched the orange juice with his hand, shocked and ecstasy. And he looked up, and he hammered his chest, and he said, “It’s more than that. You’re a little fucking good. I’m sorry.

Once the most basic food problems have been resolved, there will be enough time and experience to develop and solve more puzzles. It will take only time… to be free from this cage.

The summer cold placed trust on Tang Chik, who believed that he could cut the mystery of the fine line.

“Ahem, it’s nothing, it’s just an ordinary theory.” Now I’m worried about whether the edge of this blackboard can really carry something. It is also not clear whether there are any other mechanisms that would be effective. I’m sorry.

The summer cold carefully measured the edges of the two blackboards up and down, with every corner and detail. He simply compared it to saying, “The bottom of the blackboard goes to the sea and says, “It’s one centimeter wide.” The top can get up to three centimeters. I’m sure you can’t let it go. I’m sorry.

“Let’s do a simple test first.” Put a chalk on the edge and see if Qin can get it. If Master Qin is sure it’s a complete chalk, send him some cookies. I’m sorry.

After he wrote the questions on the board, he put a chalk on the edge and pushed the board once.

In the period since then, the summer is waiting with great care. It’s kind of light on the chalk box, and it’s like saying something special.

In the past, the summer-cold anxiety was based only on hunger, and now it is the hope that is hard to catch.

Reality is usually only one line away from the shadow of water.

It was about time that the summer winter went and pushed the board. It’s still Qin’s writing.

“I don’t see the chalk. The cookies are still on top of them. What else can I do for you? I’m sorry.

On the blackboard, empty.

Tangzhi shook his head, raised his hand above the bottom of an empty blackboard, with sporadic biscuits crumbs on it.

And the sun was swollen, and he laughed, and said, “That is nothing. A few more times on the blackboard, or you’ll starve or you’ll die. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi squeezed a tiny cookie in his hand, with his left finger banging on the table, and the summer cold knew that he was in an intense state of mind and that nothing could disturb him.

Tang Tsing was infected by a cold that became apparent and sneezed.

“We need to rule out the human factor before we speculate about the blackboard. I’m sorry.

The summer winter said, “Man? Only Qin can influence this. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi noded and said, “All we’ve learned about 220 classrooms comes from Qin’s words, and it’s not even possible to know if Qin is real. In order to understand the situation, a few questions must continue to come from the Qin. I’m sorry.

Tang Zin turned around and continued to export sea-like books on the board, and the text was poured down from the top of the board. This is the third large-scale question to be asked to the Qin, who only wishes to remain patient and cooperative as always.

After only 10 minutes, Tang Zhi uses a chalk board to say, “Do you have anything to ask him this time?” I’m sorry.

The summer cold touched the chin and somehow the noise in this room was always thicker. He said, “We asked him a question about the car, but not himself. Ask him this time, who is he?” I’m sorry.

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Tang Zhu added a line of words to the edge, and added a few more chalk, and said, “This time, I put more chalk to see if the bottom positions can be different. I’m sorry.

He pushed the blackboard once and made it blank.

The two were relatively quiet. And the summer cold was dazzled in an unwieldy and useless recollection, and the past bursted out of his mind and drowned him. Tang Zing’s high concentration of mind is marked by a chalk with his finger on the table as usual.

By the time they received information from Qin again, it was clear that Tang Tsing had passed its peak and was coming to a deep sleep. It’s just that the summer cold is a little worried that, in such a cold and hunger, if it’s too much to put to sleep, will it wake up?

Master Qin left his message at the top of the blackboard:

Don’t be afraid, there’s Qin. I’m sorry.

He smiled more than he thought.

This time, Qin’s message was more concise and structured, and little analysis was needed to visualize all the key messages:

First, following an attempt by the Qin master, all classrooms were able to receive information from the blackboard.

Second, once one of the blackboards of all 220 classrooms first received 320 messages by pushing, the rest received only blanks.

Thirdly, the Qin took the advice of Tang Seok and sent a bunch of graffiti, followed by the message “and the Qin”. The apparent loss of graffiti during the process suggests that the blackboard can only accept the latest passage from the other classroom.

“The direct inference of these two conclusions is that the two companions of Qin are free to interfere with our communication process. “Well, of course, it is only by default that the Qin master’s statements were made out of fact, not himself.” I’m sorry.

“They’re so busy. What good would they do to interfere with our little note? I’m sorry.

He said, “Maybe they’re just bored.” I’m sorry.

Donkey’s not gonna make it. The summer winter knows how hard it was to spend the next three or four hours on its own, and now it is only twice as hard, if not multiple.

He said, “If you’re sleepy, go to sleep, and I’ll be fine.” I’m sorry.

Tang thought that he had noded, and he was always walking in two extremes: extreme excruciating and extreme stagnation, and the balance would never lean in any direction, but would simply dump it together, or flip it over.

He dragged himself back to the table and fell asleep for a moment. The summer winter did not know how he enjoyed such a complete sleep on that hard woodboard, which was so enviable.

In any case, the rest of the puzzle remains to be solved by one person.

The thinking of Tangzi is a vast, high-speed, extremely intense and wide-ranging. And the summer cold thinking is a bumpy and rugged path, and the wild road may only win by surprise.

He looked at the bottom of the board, and all the chalk that Tang thought had put on it had disappeared, and there was no law in it.

But it is clear from the summer: if the Lord is true, what the blackboard can carry is thin and thin, and perhaps only a piece of writing.

“It’s better to find a thief, something to eat, something to stick on the board. “The summer cold caught his head and said to himself,

Thin food? It’s probably just corn paste.

Why don’t we just put the cookies in the water and put a blackboard on it and get them over there. It’s disgusting to eat with your hands on a blackboard before it’s dry, but food and water work out.

How about the other two guys in the house? It doesn’t matter. He and Tang will starve to death.

Summer arrives first, writing on the blackboard. But it took him 20 minutes to write a little bit on the blackboard.

And when his left hand is cold, he can see through his head. After the summer winter, he finally finished writing this little phrase and pushed it up and sent it to the Qin master as promised.

After a while, the summer was cold enough to jog in the house. The news of Qin’s return has changed the style of the blackboard and returned to the late summer cold with a much thicker and scrawny sheet.

“Did someone else write it? It took me half an hour to read them. I’m sorry.

The Qin master can’t write good books. It’s that he chooses a different style at random, writing the book in contrast.

In that row of razed grass, a whole blackboard of wet “cake sauce”.

“This fucking got it. “Summer winter’s two steps behind, staring at a sticky, cold cookie that is clearly gravitated with hands.” It’s so ugly, but it’s better than a summer cold.

He would like to go up now and lick the whole blackboard from the beginning to the end, and even if it runs through a few rats, he can suck all over his fur.

He’s about to start talking and he’s asleep. If Don wakes up, he won’t even eat.

So far, at least, the summer winter has dealt with the food problem through the blackboard and has the energy and the bottom to go to the next puzzle.

In addition to eating a bunch of unsatisfied cookie sauce, the summer cold has a car to solve. For example, it is not so difficult to get this blackboard sticky cookie off.

For the time being, he scraped a few floors of cookie sauce off with paper and left it to Tangzhi.

The rest is to spend these hours alone.

After eating something, there was enough physical strength and time for quiet reflection. It was only in the summer that it became clear that it was wrong, at least over time. Because he has more than three or four hours to face on his own, it will take more than five hours for Tang to wake up.

At least eight hours, he’ll have to deal with him. Qin will also be able to communicate with him four times, as previously agreed.

At the time of the summer, it must not have been possible to write a blackboard full of working text for 10 minutes, like Tang Tsing. With his scattered chalk, he can also ask a few small, piecemeal questions. And his interest in Qin is slightly different from that of Tangzhi.

I don’t know if it’s the dead end of Tang’s logic, but all of Tang’s problems revolve around the construction and principles of 220 in the room. But for the Qin himself, the Tang mind seemed indifferent.

The summer cold is like instinctively concerned about Qin.

After being first informed of many of the information in class 320, Qin gave it to the two people in the summer.

With the exception of the very rough grass written on the first row of the blackboard, there is little to complain about, and little to complain about, the cold. neither labour nor fatigue. Even if it’s a warm heart on the blackboard it’s too hot.

On the blackboard, the author writes:

“Mr. Qin, are you not afraid of yourself in that classroom? And you’re not bored? You’ve been doing this for us for so long. I’m sorry.

After a while, he received a response from Qin. At the top of the board, the Qin master wrote in a large, personal style: “What are you afraid of?” I’m Qin. If you’re scared, I can make fun of you. I have a name for you. It’s only been a few hours. I’d like to ask you something. Are you scared? And what about the guy who wrote? I’m sorry.

After reading it in the summer, the Qin style was largely clear: if he felt irrelevant but had to write something, he would write it with this big, aggressive grass. If he thinks it’s the core, the key, he likes a bit of condensed and fair little words.

“I am not afraid. I’m just bored. That guy just fell asleep. I’m sorry.

There’s nothing to ask this time of summer. He knows how to ask again, and the Qin master has nothing more to say about himself. Now we’re talking to Qin only to keep in touch with 220 classrooms.

In the summer winter, all known clues were rehearsed and jogged between two classrooms. The temperature in the classroom was becoming increasingly difficult and the unsmoking summer cold could no longer hold. Although the process of getting cold is not fast, the summer cold feels that the house will be cold enough to kill itself in a few days.

There must be some explanation for the increasing variability in temperature distribution. It’s just that it’s not something that can be thought of in the summer and a half, and Tang Chi hasn’t woken up yet.

There was a much clearer and louder leaf coming out of the house.

Infinite repetitious space.

The summer cold combines all the possibilities in mind, and there are still no valuable conclusions. Instead, all the trivial things that interfered with his thoughts over and over and over again, and his thoughts were strewn with obnoxious and obnoxious thoughts, which kept him in the middle of a stitch.

So when these memories come up over and over again, the summer cold suddenly realizes why Tang Chi is cooler and wiser than he is, saying that he doesn’t even remember the past, and that he doesn’t have the support to remember, but he doesn’t have any grotesque interference.

What kind of person would say he forgot even his memories?

It’s hard to imagine. But such human hearts, whether strong or fragile, should be taken for granted.

Behind you is the sound of Tang’s mind. And he was as stiff as a puppet, and he crawled from the table in a tremor, and his eyes were dazzled.

Tang Chi woke up, but his awakening was not really sober. He’ll be alive for at least five hours.

“How long has it been?” I’m sorry.

“You slept for four hours and 15 minutes. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu noded in the middle of the mess, with his chin swam between half-sleeps.

The summer was used to it, and there was no sudden-onset situation.

For a long time after that, the summer winter, as usual, talked to Qin once and for two hours. But soon after the summer, it became clear that the problem was serious:

It’s been too long this time.

It’s been too long to make summer cold feel like a million years per second.

This is also understandable, after all, that Tang Zhi has been at work for over a decade and a half. But seven or eight hours like this are still not entirely sobering and the impact is still too much.

Without it, the summer winter will end up in mud, suffocated by mud.

The cold sweat of summer can’t stop permeating.

If Tang Zhu has been so unconscious, and if Tang Zhu has not been able to really wake up, who will clean up the rest of the mess?

Wait till the house is so hot that everyone freezes like this…

When? If you don’t have a Tang mind, what is there to wait for?

He’s trying his best to get his mind out of his head, or he’s lifting his chalk. When the new board was written, it was good to hear a leaf ring, and this time it was clearer and longer.

It’s already the 33rd leaf in this room.

It was only then that he realized that he should have counted the number and timing of the leaves with his Qin, because Tang thought it was a key message.

And by now, it’s been a long time!

The summer cold is busy adding another sentence to the blackboard:

“14:44, there was a leaf ring on my side. I’m sorry.

Master Qin’s message has the same amount of grass at the top of the blackboard.

“14:51,220 leaves sounded once. I’m sorry.

The next leaf will ring in 85 minutes and the next leaf will ring in 78 minutes.

A summer cold, a heartbeat.

At 1609, the two rooms should have a simultaneous leaf ring!

The summer cold ensures that all of its previous 33 records are on time, and the Qin master can be sure that each of the minutes after the communication with the two men is 78 minutes away. Then it’s supposed to be two rooms, the first time at the same time.

But why the 33rd?

Why the 33rd? If the first leaves start at the same time, then the 78th and the 85th leaves of 320 and 220 are at the same time while the situation is reached in the 33rd.

That only proves that the two rooms did not start the first leaf at the same time!

320 is the first room since the 29th minute, and 220 is likely to be much later, and what does the delay in the first leaf sound mean?

It’s too late for him to think about this disproportionate problem, and he’s completely confused. He wrote what he could just think of on the blackboard, and agreed that the next communication would be at 16:09.

“Dang Zi! Tang Zi! Wake the fuck up!

No matter what the cry of the summer cold, the Tang mind can still drown in this drowsy state, like sleeping at the bottom of a dead water, without a single vortex and sound.

Time passes in a minute and a second, and the cold in the cold air is sorely hot. He looked over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

Damn, why isn’t this shit awake?

What happens? What if it’s time? What does it mean when the two rooms ring?

Good? Bad? Live? Die?

Is it freedom or the grave?

Or is it a white paper of no value or meaning with nothing on it? When that time comes, nothing will happen?

The summer cold has no idea. These problems are a disgruntled hole!

He walked round and round, watching again and again. These 85 minutes are longer than all the memories he’s had before.

Too long, really too long.

With a slight tremor of the pin, it’s 16:09.

The leaves have arrived as they were, and the leaves of the sand have become clearer and more powerful than ever before. It’s like there’s a wind going through the forest, and it’s chords.

However, the sound has not stopped.

A new leaf sound has appeared as the leaf’s accelerator subsided and subsided!

Two leaves ring and go together, followed by the third, fourth, fifth! If the sound of the leaves was just a line of shallow sound curtains coming over, this time it was a layer of folding waves.

A little more than a minute, a lot more than a wave, and ten times!

Eventually, those voices faded. I can’t say a word.

This is a very powerful sound wave. What is it?

On the blackboard, he pushed him up and down.

“I’m scared! Ten times back at 4:09! I’m sorry.

220. Ten consecutive leaves have been heard in the classroom again.

He knew he could not give the answer, but he believed that the person who could give the answer was awake.

I don’t know if it’s a real break or if it’s a wake-up call. In any case, Tangzhi has stood up with a clear look, with his finger on the table, and he goes back and asks, “Let’s just say what we’ve been through. I’m sorry.

I’m so excited to be here.

“What’s wrong? “What are these things? I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “220 cookies from the paste?” I’m sorry.

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you? I’m sorry.

“I’ve eaten…”

Tang Zi lamented: “We can’t yet be sure if the food passed through the blackboard can make a difference in nature.” If I wake up, I won’t let you eat…”

The summer winter said, “Let’s do this later. I’m sorry.

The two classrooms were then briefly described by summer winter to Tangzhi by the two classrooms, which were both and 10 consecutive times. Tang Zi listened silently from beginning to end until the end of the summer winter, when he was completely and completely finished, and his finger was pounding on the table.

“No!”

Tang Zin looked around the classroom and tried to sweep every corner with his eyes.

“No, we must have forgotten something and there’s something wrong with my earlier guess. After he said his finger stopped hitting and his eyes stopped on the window at the end of the classroom.

On the other hand, he asks, “When did the last two windows turn out like this?” I’m sorry.

It was only in the summer that the windows of Class B, which were supposed to correspond to the windows of Class A, were discovered, but now there are two at the end.

It was originally from Classroom B to Classroom A, as if it were the effect of being separated into Classroom A. But now the two pieces at the end are upside down…

“16 windows still correspond to 16 windows but the order changed. When did this start? I’m sorry.

The summer winter struggled to remember in its mind, barely remembering a thinness: “It should be after the moment when the leaf rings…”

“Can it be any more precise … don’t use the words that should be. I’m sorry.

The summer cold coughed and said, “No more.” I’m sorry.

Tang was staring at all the windows, and he went back three steps and said, “Show me a number of 1 to 16 natural numbers in paper, and then put it up from top to bottom to the window of class A. I’m sorry.

It’s hot.

Tang Zi continues to think while knocking on the table while staring at the windows. When all the windows were pasted in the summer winter, Tang realized that the code he could not read was written in rows on the blackboard.

“The window, as I assumed earlier, was a means of communication, and it could be just like a leaf’s ring, a sign. The symmetry of the windows should not stop. Now the order is 1, 2, 3 14, 16, 15, then the next one is…”

As Tang Chi spoke, summer winter had observed a third misalignment: “Don’t you think the misplace has happened again?” I’m sorry.

Tangzhi looked up at the window and noded back to the blackboard and said: “Yes, the order of this time must be 1,2,3 15,14,16. I’m sorry.

The cold doesn’t seem to affect Tang’s little writing speed, and the brushing of the pen is still fast.

“What is this? I’m sorry.

“Do you not understand now the summer cold?” It’s all arranged. I’m sorry.

All set?

The window was subsequently misplaced again, with increasing frequency.

The only thing on the horizon in the summer cold is the chalk-dancing of Tang’s mind like a clipping, and Tang’s making a finger through all the windows, and he says, “Now that the window is about to appear, it’s 1 to 16 of these 16 natural numbers! I’m sorry.

The sound of Tangzhi is full of excitement: “My original idea was that the black hands would send us a message with the bright end of the window tunnel. But it can only be expressed at most 16 times, or 65536 states. But if it’s all the order of the 16 natural numbers, it’s the 16 factor times more than 20 trillion states! I’m sorry.

There is a growing tendency for misalignment to happen, and the speed of Tanzig’s writing is increasing.

Tang Chi said, “I’m becoming more and more curious as to what the gangsters are trying to tell us and which one of the natural numbers he’s trying to tell us can’t be tolerated by 65536.” I’m sorry.

The windows have been mislocated once in the first few minutes and once in a few seconds, and have now become a scintillation of light and numbers. The whole wall was turned into a bright luminous version, with the numbers changing and moving at speed.

And finally, in one state, it stopped.

And he cried, “Dang Zhi, stop!”

Tang Chi dumped the chalk, rubbing his hands a little bit, saying, “Well, sooner or later he’ll stop and let us see it.” I’m sorry.

He recorded his ranking on the blackboard: “1, 2, 3, 7, 4, 14, 9, 13, 8, 10, 16, 15, 12, 11, 6, 5. This sequence is more than a billion…

“Well… this is the first of the 16 natural numbers 1467378000. I’m sorry.

“How did you calculate so quickly? I’m sorry.

He said, “I am not full, but if I am not hungry, I can count faster.” But I won’t eat a bunch of cookies for now. I’m sorry.

“Are you not sensitive to the number 1467378000? I’m sorry.

“How can you be sensitive to the number that you can’t remember? I’m sorry.

“It’s a time stamp. I’m sorry.

Question: “Time stamp?”

“Time stamp is the number of seconds from January 1st, 1970 to a certain moment, according to Greenwich time. I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “Sing Sung!” You don’t have to introduce me. I’ll understand when you’re here, which means it’s time, right? I’m sorry.

He said, “This is the moment, to be precise.” It’s a simple conversion.

He knocked on the table for a moment, with his index finger on the table, saying, “On July 1, 2016, 21:00, more than four hours later. I’m sorry.

The summer winter said, “How did you calculate so quickly? How’s the time coming? I’m sorry.

“It’s not clear yet. But there should be some contact with 220 classrooms. I’m sorry.

On the side of the blackboard, Tang Chi wrote the three numbers “33” and “10” and “43” and said, “First of all, make sure that the leaves don’t ring.” Because, according to the results of previous analyses, the number of leaves ringing is an important message. So the Black Hand wants to send a message through the number of leaves, and he’s done it. I’m sorry.

“The three figures are the number of normal leaves, the number of last consecutive leaves, and the total number of leaves. The three numbers, 220 and 320 are identical.”

Tangsy pointed to the window and said, “The error in the window connection is likely to occur in 220 classrooms as well, but because of the special construction of 220 classrooms, even if the error occurred, the person in question was almost invisible. I’m sorry.

“I think I understand what you mean. I’m sorry.

“There’s a good chance that one of the things that’s going to happen at the same time in 220 and 320 classrooms at 21:00.” There must be a connection to the numbers “33” “10” “43” and maybe 78 and 85 can help. I’m sorry.

“What’s the password? That’s bullshit. I’m sorry.

The summer winter came down from the window and started stomping, saying, “And the temperature in the house is getting worse, and the edge of the house is already below ten degrees. I’m sorry.

Tang Kyuzu began by saying, ” These three numbers may be passwords or codes … The expression may be letters, perhaps other numbers, perhaps symbols. Temperature may be a signal, or it may be a constraint…”

He began with the engraved line on the blackboard: “From now on, tell Qin that every 30 minutes. Every thought is extraordinary. And he’ll have to bring everything that’s valuable in 220 classrooms, everything he can carry. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi turned to the summer and said, “Let’s do the same.” Two more classrooms were carefully examined and everything of some use was collected. I’m sorry.

“This is a move? I’m sorry.

And he shook his head, and he looked at the three figures with cold eyes, and said: I guess most of them were moving. I’m sorry.

In the summer winter, two classrooms were scraped once again, with two and a half bottles of mineral water previously discovered in addition to a few neutral pens, and nothing of value.

He does not know exactly what “displacement” Tang Chiu means, but he believes that Tang Chiu has deciphered the puzzle on one level.

It’s only in this classroom that Tang Soo is the bigger puzzle, not only on the loose, but all the more elusive.

The thoughts of Tang were like drifting over the idea of summer cold, unable to meet and understand his emotions and logic. He can dry out the last sobering time and put it into a never-ending, high-level thinking.

With the exception of the necessary sleep and the weird “woke-up time”, Donkey never gets tired, tired, boring and complaining. He can only be surprised or incomprehensible for a moment, and then replaced by complete excitement.

It’s like a little guy with a hair on his head, and it won’t stop until the cores release all the steel bars.

The summer cold put everything on the podium and saw Tang Chi write hard-to-read characters on the board. Near the blackboard, which is definitely one of the lowest temperatures in the classroom today, can still write about sweating.

Thinking of what Tangzi said earlier, “The temperature is a limit”, the summer cold suddenly came up with a new idea: “Is there a time limit for certain places in the classroom, including blackboards?” Or is it even more costly to stay in these places after a certain point in time?

If this logic continues, will not even the “black hands” themselves expect someone to insist on using the blackboard at this temperature?

If the classroom is a person’s design, as Tangsy said. Is it possible, then, that Tang Zhu will go beyond or even over design in a way?

Or is Tang Chi himself just part of the design…

The summer cold thought it was cold, and he took a lot of effort to empty his head of all the desolation and savings.

Looking at Tang Chi’s writing while he’s thinking, Summer knows he can’t help. But he thought it would be better to take a little break, even for a moment, than to do a wheelwork like this.

“Do you have some idea of the numbers?” I’m sorry.

The board of Tang’s unblemished mind suddenly twisted and drew an arc on the board.

The right hand he’s been swinging down and he says, “Maybe it’s missing something critical, or I don’t think it’s deep enough…”

He said, “Sometimes you can take a break, you’re a hard-on, you’re rusty. I’m sorry.

And Tang thought, shakes his head, and says, “If it were to rest, it would have rusted.” I’m sorry.

He said: “That is the end of it, then change your way.” Sometimes you think more than you think more. I’m sorry.

“Are you saying that it’s the simplest way to proceed? I’m sorry.

The summer cold is not sure if it’s what it’s about, but now that the Tangs say it, of course, says, “That’s the point.” Let’s assume there’s a guy like that, and if he really wants to play with us, he can’t make it too difficult. Otherwise, I’ll freeze to death. Who’s got that charlatan with him? I’m sorry.

Then he looked back at the three numbers, and he rounded them together, and said, “I was just guessing, but I was not sure, but now I have changed my mind, having listened to you. I’m sorry.

He took two steps back in his own analysis and said, “I found something like these numbers earlier… But I think it’s too simple to speculate, not like a design that a black man can think of. But simple is a symbol of another procedural correctness…”

The summer cold interrupted the speech in Tang’s sense of excitement, saying, “Come on, Mr. Tang, let’s say you’re at the core, and I don’t understand anything else. I’m sorry.

“I said these numbers could be codes or codes.” I’ve been thinking too much, and now it seems likely that these numbers are one of the most basic codes. I’m sorry.

“What’s the code?” I’m sorry.

“ASCII Code.” I’m sorry.

And the summer frowns, and he says, “You don’t have to explain this in a hurry as if I’ve heard it and let me think for a moment.”

Tang Kyaw goes on to explain: “ASCII Code is the most common single-byte coding system. It uses 0 to 127, and this 128 numbers corresponds to different letters, symbols and…”

He said, “I have heard it. It’s like I’m stupid, right? I’m sorry.

He said, “Yes. In the ASCII code, 33 stands for sighs, 10 for line change, 43 for plus. I’m sorry.

Tang Tsin pointed to the window and the blackboard, respectively, and said, “The exclamation sign is the factor sign, indicating that the amount of information contained in the window is the factor of 16. A line break symbol means the end of a program statement, and it means the beginning of the next line plus a sign…”

On the blackboard, Tang Zhi wrote the next big plus, “Yes, the rest is the plus.” I’m sorry.

“What’s this plus? I’m sorry.

“The line break shows us the end of a state and the beginning of a new state. So the new state is on this plus. Even more interesting is the fact that our classroom is not the only one with the additional sign.”

“There are 220 classrooms…”

“If the plus sign is an action, it’s a change. The change will then occur in both classrooms. The number plus the number is still the number, so the classroom plus the classroom…”

It is too clear that, if the evolution of Tang Chi has so far been correct, then what follows is far more clear.

Ming has been trying to figure out what’s coming next.

Before he finished his speech, he went back to the blackboard and started writing a new book, saying, “Tell him more!” And you and I need more key points to confirm. It will soon be over, ready to respond. I’m sorry.

“Can you be more clear? What will happen later? I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi went back and said, “The merger. If the previous reasoning is correct, the integration of the classroom level is imminent. By the way, I asked you to put together something useful…”

He said, “My notebooks, a few neutral pens, and two and a half bottles of water that you’ve been drinking have been thrown at the podium, and these two houses are going to be useful, and they’re going to be cleaner than my face.”

The eyes of Tangzhi were locked on the podium, and he raised his head slowly and glanced at the body of the summer.

He murmured, “What I should have thought … should have been found from the beginning. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “From the beginning, we have half the water you drink, and two complete bottles of mineral water. I’m sorry.

The summer was cold and noded, and suddenly he was all over me.

On the other hand, he asked: “Why do you have odd numbers in the two rooms from the outset? I’m sorry.

Odd?

The summer cold is stunned by the three bottles that are on the podium.

If B’s completely duplicated all A’s, then everything should be at least double…

Tangzhe said, “There are two bottles of mineral water in it, even bar codes, which should be copied. But the rest of the bottle is independent…”

He pointed to his chest, and his finger was banging on the podium, saying, “This is the way to understand. None of these rooms have been copied, except for you. If only human beings would not be copied, why would there be only one such item? Summer, where was this bottle of water? I’m sorry.

The summer winter tried to look back at the scene, and it was only in a few pieces that I could remember: “I don’t know, but I should have thrown the table.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “When the water was not in contact with your body?” I’m sorry.

“Why would anyone sleep with a bottle of mineral water?” said the winter. I’m sure it didn’t. I’m sorry.

According to Tangsy, “It does not seem that objects that are in contact with the skin will not be replicated … Is it about distance? Or…

As he was saying, he had a glimpse of the thin ice in the mineral water.

It’s clear that the cold is about to freeze the entire house, and it’s only supposed to happen at 21 p.m. in the summer, what really matters, at least so that they don’t freeze to death.

Tang Zin pushed the blackboard and emptied the words: “I just asked Qin to give us more food. And by the way, see if there is any difference between the rooms where she was sitting. I’m sorry.

And the cold of his fingers was slightly stiff, and he ordered a bottle of mineral water from the podium, saying, “If you would come down from the blackboard, the water will be frozen.” I’m afraid you can’t handle it. I’m sorry.

Tang Zing shakes his head, and he makes a soft sound at the blackboard, and he’s in a skunk slider. He said, “The blackboard is getting harder and harder to push, and I guess even if I were to continue to use it, it wouldn’t be much more useful. If you want to understand the principle of replicating the classroom, you should at least communicate with Qin. I’m sorry.

“Why do you always worry about a copy of the classroom?” I’m sorry.

And so he pointed to the single bottle from the podium, saying, “I doubt that there is a blind spot in the classroom, and if it does exist, it will be essential. I’m sorry.

“The blind spot? I’m sorry.

“I would like to state first that this is probably the most unfounded and irresponsible of all my assumptions. So this time I do not ask you to follow my thoughts. I’m sorry.

And he smiled, and said: Thou hast not asked me a single time. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi said, “Well, I’ll explain my thoughts briefly before Master Qin gets back. First of all, in all the circumstances that we have experienced before, there is no upper bounds in the material reproduction that the hackers have shown us. I’m sorry.

“He may at any time reproduce, without flaw, any object that we can touch in the classroom. Perhaps we can make a variety of rationalization assumptions about this capability, but none of them can prove what is a dark-handed ceiling. I’m sorry.

And he pointed at his temple and said, “What is it? It’s brain marrow, neurons, bones. To be clear, it’s an active organism. No one can avoid the fact that “man” is just another substance, so the black man does not copy “man” and he can’t do it, but he deliberately designed a mechanism to circumvent it. I’m sorry.

“What you mean is that black hands don’t want to copy.” I’m sorry.

He said, “At least I don’t want to copy you and me and Grandpa. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said that he was pulling the blackboard, which, in addition to selling the ugly cookie sauce, was also in addition to Qin’s board. This time he wrote with considerable restraint and restraint, like a tame horse. It should be the most formal version written by Qin.

“It’s clear that Qin’s tone of speech is not as happy as it has been this time and it’s not clear what happened to him.” He said that he had only one neutral pen left on the table, and that, like you, what was on the table would not be copied. I’m sorry.

“This confirms your guess about the blind spot.” I’m sorry.

“Not yet. The hacker designed a mechanism to circumvent the replicating body, as well as close to the clone. If that’s the case, I’d say that the mechanism is “human and human body contact will not be duplicated.” But the same thing on the desktop will not be copied… so there will be two different guesses…”

Tangzhi put out an index finger and said, “Perhaps, although the mineral water bottle was not in contact with you at that time, it was still close to you.” Then we can assume that the X centimetres of the human body will not be copied. I’m sorry.

And Tang slowly reached out to his second finger, saying, “Assumption II, there is a replica of [blind spots] in your seat, that is, a space of some size on that seat, whether human or any other matter, will not be replicated.” I’m sorry.

And the summer winter said, “So now you tend to guess?”

“I’d like to believe in guess II because of the temperature.” I’m sorry.

Temperature? Before the summer, only thought about temperature as a limit, an objective limit to keep you away from certain areas, such as blackboards, and never thought about the blind spot…

Tangsy said, “My idea is to start from the point of view of the black hands, and then reverse to the design of the classroom. I’m sure you understand that temperature has now become an invisible constraint, forcing us to stay away from the edge of the classroom and more in the middle of the classroom…”

“Where do you want us to get away from the cold?” Blackboard, windows, back row seats. But the place where I first fell asleep was the last row of AB’s classroom, the blind spot of guess. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi said, “These low temperatures are critical to where we want to stay away. If we are not at the blind spot at the time of the merger maybe we can replicate the additional us, and perhaps we can bring about new changes … Mechanisms outside the blind spot in general are certainly not good for us. How would you like to be copied? I’m sorry.

“No one likes it. I’m sorry.

“So, at the moment of the merger, we must stay blind. I’m sorry.

“We have to be on time, or we’ll be in shock if we sit down for a while.” I’m sorry.

He said, “That’s why the bad guys specifically told us the exact time of the merger through the window. If that’s true, then it’s not until then that’s the best part of the design. The sound of the leaves tells us to merge, the windows tell us the moment, the blackboard gives us information and food, and the low temperature is both a limit and a disguised reminder. I’m sorry.

And here comes the long-defeated frenzy on the face of Tangzhi: “Each part of this, even if it’s a fraction of it, can’t get to the end! I’m sorry.

When the summer winter was silently heard from its beginning to its end, until the last syllable of Tang’s mind fell, he asked, “Where is the last blind spot? Is it in my place?” I’m sorry.

He said, “It should be you and me.” You go back to class A, I go back to class B. “Dangzi went to the blackboard, wrote a few lines quickly and pushed hard on the blackboard, and saw him push too hard to help him.

They worked for a dozen seconds to empty the text on the board.

“This is supposed to be the last communication, and the blackboard is about to get stuck.” I told Qin to get him back to his seat. It’s less than two hours before 9:00. I’m sorry.

The summer cold has been looking at Downshine, with a faint look. He shook his head and said, “Dangsy, I wonder if the blind spot would not appear in class B… and even if you wanted to return to your place, it would be the symmetrical position of class B in class A.”

He said, “No. Now that I’m in class B, then the blind spot will be in B instead of A. I’m sorry.

“B is just a copy of A, B is never a real classroom, nor should there be a real blind spot…”

“However, the blackboard of Classroom A has no communication function, only the blackboard of Classroom B has a real role. Even a replica, it’s designed. I’m sorry.

No, that’s not right, there must be something else in there that wasn’t meant to be thought of… ..the summer cold looks at Tang’s beginning to be busy, and it’s filled with unease.

In the summer cold impression, class B has always been a sudden replica… And Tanzie, is he just a copy of a mistake? A summery replica, a strange person himself?

He had the feeling that if Tang had just returned to that position in class B, it would have been just like his unforeseeable appearance and no sign of his disappearance.

He knows he can’t convince Tang Sok, and what Tang Sok believes, like the logic of the procedure, is that every step of the process goes on without any deviation from expectations. His path was sewn to the design, and no flaw was found.

He said: Food, water, and all things are put on the table next to you, far from the blind spot. I don’t know what the next classroom will look like, but if it can be replicated, it’s better to copy it. I’m sorry.

Nod in the summer, he turned back to class A, just like they started, two people, two mirrors.

On the other side, Tang Chi said, “Get to the blind spot two minutes early and get back to your strength before that.” I’m sorry.

The classroom appears to be a bit empty, and the voice of Tangs is heard in the classroom on two levels of paleness. Even without shouting, they could talk in two classrooms.

And, as Tangzhi had predicted before, there was no leaf ring after ten consecutive leaves. The number of leaves ringing is indeed an additional message.

The summer cold sat on the seat in the middle of the classroom for a moment, and he heard his fingers pounding on the table, and he couldn’t help but say, “Don’t you think, talk a little.” At this point, there’s no need for that. I’m sorry.

He asks, “What do we talk about?” I’m sorry.

The summer chill said, “You’re too tired to talk. It’s time to rest. I’m sorry.

And the banging of his finger began to subside, and suddenly his heart laughed, and he said: I am not tired. But if you want to talk, you can. I’m sorry.

He said, “You don’t want anything. Sometimes I want to say two words, and I’m afraid of bothering you. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. General things don’t bother me. I’m sorry.

Yes, it’s not possible to laugh even if you want to interrupt.

Q: Do you remember what happened? I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, I remember. But I don’t really want to remember. I don’t know. I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, you don’t want to think, let’s not talk about it, I’ll do it.” Actually, I’m a little shabby. I couldn’t stop coming to this house, but when I saw you, the face was full of hair. I’m sorry.

He said, “I’m afraid. I’m sorry.

And the summer winter said, “I can’t see it.” I’m sorry.

“My fear stems from my lack of full confidence in my performance. For me, 99 percent is zero. With that 1% uncertainty, it could ruin me. I’m sorry.

After that, Tangzhi heard a fast-paced knock on the table.

He said, “But we have solved so many puzzles, and none of them have been unsettled, and I see you have taken it down.” I’m sorry.

“That’s why I’m afraid. I just don’t know if next time there’s any such luck. I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “Brother, you have to understand, the idea is a gift. If that’s all it is, I’m certainly gifted. I’m sorry.

Two people talk, one after the other, and most of the time is summer cold talking about their profound past. The Tang mind listens silently, and the finger rings intermittently and occasionally smiles.

Only in the classroom will the summer cold’s memories roll over like a wave, one after another. All the stories are written in the past, so that the summer cold may remember without difficulty.

And for the first time, Tang’s heart became a listener, and the summer cold was spoken untired.

Until there was a sudden shock in the window and the wind was whistling through one layer.

In less than five minutes, the air in the classroom suddenly began a vortex-like convection. The temperature differential remains unchanged and the wind is spinning around the entire classroom.

The voice of Tangzhi came from across the street: “The summer cold! The wind is spinning against the clock. I’m sorry.

The summer cold reached out with a hand and felt a growing wind. I’m sorry.

A strong wind leaking from the window sews around the ground, with the dust on the side of the wall, and the windows squeaking and buzzing. The thunderstorming air is slowly gathering, condensed, and the ash cyclone stops in the middle of the classroom.

It’s like a stream of water and it’s so tight in a dark light core.

Tang Chi said, “Come closer to the blind! The merger should be about to happen! I’m sorry.

The cold wind of the summer slowly moved to its original position, and his cold twirls were shaking and his teeth were tremors. What will happen to Tang Chi over there? What would he think?

At least it’s not sentimental!

The sound of a rushing finger knocks and the summer cold feels that its limbs are almost unconscious. The cold air swept all over him and gruesomely grabbed the last bit of his temperature. He’s halfway down on the table, and he’s like a cold knife scratching his back.

The last time it was so cold, it should have been in primary school. He’s holding on to a bunch of sugar cucumbers by the river in the early spring. On the thin ice, the sound of the sound went half in.

But the summer winter was a blessing, and he was frozen as an ice sculpture and survived.

The sights are slowly fading, and there is no chance to remember, and the white light rises from the edge of the corner of the eye, and beneath it is like a white snow. Then he could hear the sound of Tang’s heart.

Summer!

Summer!

Summer!

21:00.

In a storm with a snowstorm, the summer cold seems to have heard its name.

It was the bright lights that awakened the summer cold, and he stood up hard and felt sore all over him.

Where are we?

Summer had found himself sitting in his seat, but the situation was slightly different…

Looking up, there are endless tables and chairs and steps. Looking down, it remains an infinite table and chair and step.

This platoon of my own is being replicated indefinitely! What we’re living in is an infinite space of endless repetitions of tables and chairs and steps!

Infinite height, infinite depth, unlimited length.

Is this a merger? So where’s the start? Where’s the end? Where’s the exit?

Where’s Tang Chi? If it’s a merger, what about Qin? He rose up blind and cried out, “Dondze! I’m sorry.

Donkey!

“What are you yelling at? I woke you up after half an hour of sleep! A clear voice of a woman came from behind him, and he turned back and saw a girl in a white sweatsuit sitting in a high chair from a distance. The face of the girl is stylish and stylish, and her body is light but not thin, but the eyebrows display a temper of nature.

“You are?”

“I am your Qin grandfather.” You two have been asking me for hours, why don’t you let someone sleep? I’m sorry.

Is Qin a woman?

He said, “Are you the Qin master?” I’m sorry.

She said, “My uncle is not, I am.” I’m sorry.

The summer winter was a little insufferable for girls to see stitches in the atmosphere and a little awkward. He looked at the desktop and understood a number of things: the table was an infinity copy of cookies, oranges, mineral water and Downsight’s cell phones. So it seems possible that Tang’s blind spot theory is right.

When he grabbed his hair in the summer, he asked, “Have you seen a boy whose hair is, uh, a little messy and not bad-looking, either trapped or excited? I’m sorry.

The girl who claims to be the Qin master pointed out, “It’s Tang Chi, right? And down there, about 50 steps down, and he says he’s working on some kind of space fold or something.”

By the time we were talking, Tang Chi had come down. But his clothes changed: he was wearing black trousers and black T-shirts, holding dozens of identical mobile phones in his hand. He left his phone on the ground and said, “You’re awake? Do me a favor and get 20 more phones down there. I’m sorry.

“Why do you have to take the bottom? Doesn’t it work?

“Yes. But one is tired of going up the stairs, and the other is flooded down there, and it won’t be done soon. I’m sorry.

“Water? What water? You didn’t wait. Where’d you get this? I’m sorry.

“It’s inside the table.” It’s supposed to be someone else’s, and it’s going to be as much. I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “Someone else?” There’s someone else in this room besides the three of us? One more to undress?”

“There are so many people on the table. I’m sorry.

And he said, “She is right, there are so many more.” You just woke up and there’s a lot to tell you. I’m sorry.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry.

He doesn’t know if he’s in front of him, but when he comes back, how did he really know him?

And he smiled, and said, “I will remain so long as you are still cold.” I’m sorry.

“The Qin master will always be the Qin master.”

Merge Space

The girl who calls herself Qin.

This girl, who claims to be Qin, stood up in a very male manner, with her hands in her pocket and her eyes dimmed. She was combing her head with an able short hair and a light yawn.

Her eyes remained in the summer cold for a moment, she was tired in the eyes and then turned her head away, jumped two steps from the table and grabbed a mobile phone from the table.

Don’t go too far. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, I’m just hanging out. I’m used to being alone. I can’t help myself. I’m sorry.

Her standing was scattered, with a pen flying around her right hand. Naturally, she was like a normal girl in her bedroom with a pillow brushing her cell phone without a trace of fear and panic.

“She’s real name is Qin Wei.” I’m sorry.

At least she said it herself. I’m sorry.

She said, “Does this girl really have the guts to go around on her own?” I’m sorry.

And he said, “It was the first time that you had awakened. I’m sorry.

It is clear to Natsuki that Qinvi’s actions are far from being explained by the “boldness”.

Nor does Tang Chi create fear and anxiety in the classroom, but he devotes all his energy and attention to solving the mystery and the dilemma. It’s better to be curious than scared. But Qinvie, like she doesn’t care about the whole thing, doesn’t care about the anomalies in the classroom. For her, it’s as if it’s ordinary as it’s normal.

He’s shaking his head to clear his mind, and Qinvi needs more time.

Tang Zhi pointed down and said, “Let’s give you a brief picture of what’s going on. I’m sorry.

“How long have you been awake?” I’m sorry.

“Nine hours and 44 minutes. The entire 320-step class is no longer in essence, and the space is now made up of this step, a row of tables and chairs, walls on both sides, and an infinite replica of the ceiling, as if it were an infinity of the stairs. I’m sorry.

“But you were in doubt about the “infinite” nature. I’m sorry.

“This is what happened now. Is there really an “infinity” of space at present? You, me, Qin, three men appear in different seats in the same row. I’m probably the first of three to wake up. When I woke up, I marked our initial position to zero and formed a numeric axis. Right up the steps, negative down the steps. So we’re in “47,” and in “216, it’s flooded. I’m sorry.

And he asked, “Water, where is water?”

“Not yet. “The marked bottle of mineral water contains water that flooded the steps.” It is not possible to determine the difference between water and water. I’m sorry.

According to Tangsy, “water levels are rising at a slower rate and are generally stable at one step in five hours. I’m sorry.

Infinite space, water levels, axes…

Listening, I began to integrate all the information I had. But now that it’s been so long, it would be futile for Tang to assume that if he hadn’t had a little bit of trouble…

No, there’s another one, and there’s another one not mentioned.

“Dangzi, you said there were many people here. What do you mean? I’m sorry.

Tang’s got a sip of water, a sip, a cough, and walk to the wall. He reached out with two fingers and said, “All that has just been said is the established truth, and the next two things that have to be said are facts and assumptions. I’m sorry.

He held his finger in the position he had just taken, pointing to the left side of the wall and asking, “Are you familiar? I’m sorry.

Following Tang’s finger, on the unobserved side of the wall, he saw an equally flat handwriting. But the moment he read that word, his scalp was numb.

That’s a letter A, the one he used to write in white chalk by the 320 blackboard.

Even the thinness of the pen marks is unique.

The letter A on the corner of the wall is definitely his handwriting!

It’s quite difficult to write in the summer, and it’s unorthodox. But this letter “A” is not just similar, but if it wasn’t for the summer cold, it would have been the same.

“This is the letter A you wrote. I’m not quite sure, but it’s more than 80 percent similar to what you wrote at 320. Besides, there’s more than one handwriting. I’m sorry.

In the direction of Tang’s mind, the summer cold moves up and down, looking around and finding the same place at every step, with the same letter A!

Even if one person wrote the same letter, it doesn’t make any sense.

Tangzi’s finger on the table says, “There’s an easy assumption that the letter A was copied. I’m sorry.

“But the letter was written under a very far blackboard and was not in the line of being copied…”

“On this issue, I have to explain at first glance that this platoon has been reorganized. In other words, a small square wall, possibly under the blackboard at the time. I’m sorry.

He said, “That’s why you say it’s the truth and the illusions…” I’m sorry.

“That’s what happened. There is no answer to this at this time and it could be a key to the theory of the classroom ‘ s composition. The second thing to say next is what you mentioned earlier: “There are many people here.” I’m sorry.

Tang thought he wrote “47” on the wall: “I thought you’d asked why you woke up at 47 instead of zero.” I’m sorry.

When he heard about it, he grabbed his hair and said, “I think you think it’s too cold for me to sleep.”

Tang Zhi did not pay attention to the response of summer winter, “The Voice.” In position 0, we heard something. And only in position 0 can that sound be heard. Qin felt uncomfortable and asked me to move you up. I’m sorry.

“The sound of leaves again? I’m sorry.

Tang Chi shook his head. Every cell phone in his hand was deciphered in a smart and swift manner, and the sophisticated electronic equipment was disintegrated into parts in his hand.

He said, “Not a leaf, but a human voice.” Sounds like a lot of noise, about ten or more. That sound doesn’t sound too far from us, but it’s always like a layer of curtains, or they’re talking in a tunnel, and we’re out there. I’m sorry.

Tunnel? The curtain? Summer is completely confused by Tang’s sense, and if it wasn’t for his own ears, he wouldn’t understand what it was like.

The summer cold said, “Is there any movement? I’m sorry.

The Tangsy said, “There are no regulars, not for the time being. It’s just the feeling of people talking to each other. I recorded it on a cell phone for three hours and saved it. I’m sorry.

The corner of his clothes pointed to him and said, “I associate my voice with this dress, and think that in this space, or not far away, there are a group of people.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Are you saying that these people are the ones who took their clothes off? I’m sorry.

“It’s not clear yet. Quinvy has always insisted that she does not know the source of the sound. She said her companion had worn it. If Qinway’s two companions had not returned to the blind spot, there would have been more than one. But we didn’t find it in the present classroom, but we found the clothes one of them was wearing.”

He said, “Well, either the man deliberately took off his clothes and wanted to copy them for use. Either this man accidentally duplicated his clothes, then the body itself must have been duplicated. But after other designs, we couldn’t find out. I’m sorry.

The summer winter said, “Can’t design the living to be invisible?” Even invisibility takes over. I’m sorry.

“Not necessarily invisible. If we don’t see them, maybe they’re somewhere else. I’m sorry.

He pointed to the ceiling and said, “Like upstairs.” I’m sorry.

Tang’s voice has just fallen, and a bean of soybean size jumps down from the top of the steps. If it had not been for the summer cold, the summer cold would have kept it down, and eventually it would have fallen into the water.

“What the hell is this? “Summer cold picks up the steel beads on the ground and takes a little bit of weight in the left hand. The steel beads were painted white and smooth.

In the summer winter, the pearls were handed over to Tangzhi, who held them for seconds and scraped them hard on the ground. He rose up and said, “The paint on the outside of the steel beads is special and almost evenly unblemished. Materially, it’s bigger than iron density … It shouldn’t be in the classroom. I’m sorry.

And he asked, “Who’s this is this?

He looked up, he wrinkled, and said, “It could be the design of the black hands, it could be other reasons. Because we can’t see if the steel bead in hand can actually be achieved in a process. I’m sorry.

“Do you doubt people can’t do this?” I’m sorry.

Tangzi said, “If there is a way to prove that the beads are not capable of being made by humans, then it is possible to prove that the beads are made by black hands. It should also be natural for a product of this level to be capable of expanding space and replicating material. I’m sorry.

Tangzhi put steel beads in his pants, and his finger struck a round on the table and said, “Maybe more than one bead.” I’m sorry.

He said, “You doubt this is a hint, right? I’m sorry.

Tangzhi reached out with an index finger and pointed to the ceiling and said, “It would be too hard if only one steel bead was used to carry information. And it’s been one thing from the beginning: the designers are, to some extent, abnormally human. I’m sorry.

He goes to the wall, presses the switch, and the lamp on this step goes out. But as the left and right liners are still operating as usual, the luminous nitwits are entangled, and the light of the entanglement is only slightly disturbed.

According to Tang Shek, “This level is very special in the classroom where there are no windows left or right and there is only one switch to control the light on the wall. After copying, the light should be lit to the point where it cannot be opened because of the multiple-fold increase in the light and the intangible. In practice, however, the brightness of each lamp tube has been properly weakened. I’m sorry.

He said, “The designers didn’t want us to waste our energy on irrelevant things from the start.” I’m sorry.

Tangsy’s speculation is that the summer winter has never been able to justify any rebuttal. He was so precise that he was able to pierce a light target in a fog. Even the boldest and most unfounded conjectures in Tang were often tested. His thoughts had never been overturned by himself, and there was no room for anyone else to interfere.

He said, “If he were a human being, he would have thought about the best thing he could do. You’re right.

Tang Zhu smiled a little. He doesn’t laugh very much, but he’s confused, surprised, absolutely certain. “In the next few days, I may have to take a long time to develop the nature of the classroom.” You can find something to lose time. I’m sorry.

He said, “Myself?”

The Tang Kyu stand up and the innocent nod.

He said, “What the fuck am I supposed to do with my own five-bit game?” I’m sorry.

“There are tens of thousands of my mobile phones, and I have a game in them, in addition to programming tools. Besides being too simple, it’s interesting. You can play that.

The summer cold caught a cell phone, watched Tang Chi knock on the table with his own hand, and was completely immersed in the world of his own thinking.

When he turned on his phone, he realized the problem was serious:

He doesn’t know to unlock the gesture.

With a little eccentric turn-on music, there are several rows of complex and extreme algorithms and codes on the screen. They’re dynamically grouped and organized into a cube with light blue fluorescent.

“This should be his screen unlocked, and it might look like a blindfold…”

At the top of the screen, there’s a little number eight.

This thing works like a 3D gesture to unlock, but a few seconds later, the cube becomes a little bit more complex, the dense line is coming from the edge of the screen, and the cube becomes an exceptionally complex polyhedrus.

The number on the screen became 32.

“Is this the 32-decahedron? I’m sorry.

The complexity of shapes is still not stopped. The numbers continue to rise above and eventually stop at “256.”

He gave up after two tests, and the other’s gestures were unlocked.

There’s nothing we can do about it. Even if it were the Nine Palace, he wouldn’t be able to hit the big deal. But it’s a very technocratic, luscious, light blue polyhedrus on the screen, and it’s really desperate.

He put his phone down without permission and thought about it against the wall for a long time. And I couldn’t wait to get my phone back.

“This kid’s a very funny guy to lock up the interface…”

The summer cold moved gently, and the virtual polyhedrus on that screen began to move naturally. When his thumb touched a node of the polyhedrus, the whole of the polyhedrus fell apart in an uncontrolled ground, and the light blue dazzle sharply.

The summer cold almost left the cell phone on the ground, and as the dizziness faded, a white line of English became visible:

Hello A

Hello A? A? What’s that supposed to mean? Why would Tang mind use that as his access interface?

“Summer cold. I’m sorry.

He was surprised to hear the voice of Tangsy, and he taped his cell phone on the table and coughed and said, “Well, have you thought about the problem?” I’m sorry.

Tang thought he would come back and shake his head and say, “Not yet. How was my game? I’m sorry.

And the awkward smile said, “Oh, that’s okay. Hello A on your phone is…? I’m sorry.

“Do you say the greeting?” That’s the version code for the system I designed. Alpha. Hello, Alpha, that’s you Alpha, literally. What’s wrong?”

Then the summer chill shook his head and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay, just ask.” I’m sorry.

“Summer cold.” I ended up thinking because I’m a little sleepy and I’ll probably last another half an hour. Quinvy’s not back yet, so I have to tell you something. I’m sorry.

What does Tang Zhi specifically mention about Qin Wei’s failure to return?

He waved for the summer. “I have an idea of the blind dot theory. It’s not clear at all. In any case, the following must be kept in mind: I made the pen I took from Qinvie. If I fall asleep, Quinvy will come back. You must ask her for that pen. I’m sorry.

And Tang Zidon said, “Take the pen open, and if you see a little piece of paper in it, then nothing happens.” If you see no bend at the end of the pen core, and there is no paper in the pen hat, like a new pen, don’t make a sound, but write it down and tell me. If… if you find out that the paper in the pen is missing, but the pen core is still bending, then do your best, all the means, and wake me up. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi stopped and asked, “Remember?”

“It’s not a little too long for you to say it, so let me just say it’s a little bit of a reflection… that the pen and the pen and the pen and the pen and the pen and the pen and the pen and the pen and the paper and the pen and the paper and the paper are not bending…”

When the words were repeatedly heard in the summer cold, the screams of the girls were heard from above.

Screaming from one floor to the next in an endless classroom, a little sharp and audible, and a little faint in the summer cold.

The summer winter rose up and walked up, and he said, “It’s Qin Wei.” I’m sorry.

“It’s not like Qinwei’s voice and she won’t scream.” I’m sorry.

The two men ran up in the summer, and their footsteps resonated in the classroom.

Once the screams had appeared, they were silent, but it was clear what was in mind.

Tang Kyaw took a cell phone out of his pants and passed it to Summer, and he whispered, “This phone was reconfigured, and I have to use it when I fall asleep. Also, focus on the water level, the light switch, and Qinvi.”

When the cell phone was picked up in the summer, both stopped.

They saw Qinvie walking down slowly from above, looking at the two who were rushing up.

Although the girl seemed weak and light, Qinvi was so uncomplicated that it surprised the summer cold. Qin Wei put the girl on the table and asked, “What are you two doing up here?” I’m sorry.

And when it almost came to pass, he went around and said, “We came up in a state of fire because you screamed and we heard you screaming on it.” I’m sorry.

Quinvy smiled and said, “Your Qin is still screaming?” The girl fainted.”

Tang Zi has been staring at Qin Wei from the beginning, and he asks the girl who turned her head to the table: “Is this lemon girl your friend?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “Yeah. She freaked out and thought I was… I don’t know what. I saw her crouching in the corner and I thought…

Tang Zhi didn’t pay attention to Qin Wei, he frowned on the girl on the table. The girl’s hair is a little messy, and she’s pale. In a blue long dress, soft like a narrow willow branch.

“Reproduction is valuable and creation is meaningless… If the human body is an information body…” His hand slowly reached the girl’s dress…

Quinvi pushed Tang’s mind in one arm, he fell off his feet and fell on a chair.

The back of Tangzhi stomped on the side of the chair, and he ate a little bit of pain, first he had a hard time, then he recovered as usual.

Quinvy’s eyes were a little angry, and she was staring at Tang’s half sitting on the ground and asking, “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

The summer cold ran to stop Qinvi, who was a little excited, and said, “He’s got a straight mind, you look at his eyes, and you look at his eyes. I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei lamented, and she stretched out her right hand and pulled up the Tang feeling still on the ground and said, “What are you going to do next time?” I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. We’ll talk about this later. You remember that pen you took? I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei looked upon himself for a moment, shaking his head, and saying: Do you want to use a pen? It’s not everywhere.

Tang sensed noding, and his fingers began to tap on the table.

Summer knows what this is about, but the frequency of this knock only shows that he is a little too tired to reach the height of his mind.

Tang Chi said, “Can you remember when you found this girl?” I’m sorry.

Quincy looked up and said, “About 15 minutes ago, around 10:05.” I’m sorry.

“Have you ever seen steel beads?” I’m sorry.

Quib said, “Whatever smiteth the earth, it is you who say, “Beads.” I’m sorry.

Although Qinvie did not say anything else, she was somewhat uncomfortable with the fact that she could read from her look and that she was unsatisfied with her feelings, even though she had a hard-on.

Tangzhi’s body swayed and he stood on the table and stood up.

Don’t think it’s already light, like being suffocated in a water curtain. He looked at the summer cold and said, “There’s an App on my phone called Lister, which should be interesting. When I’m asleep, you can try and play. I’m sorry.

Is that a hint? In any case, the name is written in the heart.

After that, Tang fell down on the table and fell asleep.

Qinvie was curious to jump off the table and picked up a cell phone next to him and said, “Are there any more phones that can unlock?” I’m sorry.

She turned over her phone and showed Summer’s floating 2506-decahedron: “This thing could have been unsolved.” I’m sorry.

He grabbed his head and answered Qinwei’s cell phone and said, “I don’t know what the fuck to solve, but it’s like…”

He began to scratch his fingers on his cell phone screen again, wondering how the demons touched something and broke the polyhedrus like just now.

“Just like this…”

Quinvy looked at the summer cold and looked at the phone. As a line of “Hello A” emerged, the cell phone was fully operational.

There are quite a few applications in the whole of the cell phone interface, each of which is a simple word.

If you slide gently along the edge of the screen, the icon will automatically be in a new order… It’s not just a reverse sequence, it’s a completely new, completely different sequence.

Even all the icons will be replaced with a new style.

Summer and Qiny look at this phone with a very stunned face, and it’s obvious that for a while there’s no use in it, it’s a simple operation system.

But the summer was quick to see where Tangshu’s design was: Qinwei’s mobile phone, though used in many ways, did not have a solution called Listener, or even L.

It’s very likely that this application only exists on this phone.

The summer winter was one step away, and he turned on his cell phone while Qinvi ‘ s attention was still on his hands. Listner was definitely in the top-notch row position.

He touched the app, put his cell phone back in his pocket and said, “Can you play his phone?” I’m sorry.

Qinvie shook his head and gently put his cell phone on the table, with his cheeks in his hand, saying, “O Qin and I have never been good at such things.” I’m sorry.

He said, “That’s good, and I’m not fucking good at it. The kid needs to sleep for four hours, then he’s unconscious for six or seven hours. Let’s play something.”

Qin Wei, in his head, asked, “What do you want to play?” Let me see if I can stay with you. I’m sorry.

When the summer cold watched Qin Wei’s permeable eyes shuddered and waved, saying, “No, not that.” I mean, we can talk, just talk. I’m sorry.

And Qin Wept, saying: “I am not a sister, nor a sister-in-law.” What do you want to talk about?”

“What happened before you came to this house? You can’t be like him.

Qin Wei looked at him and asked him, “Well, that’s kind of interesting. Well, you talk to me about him, I’ll talk to you about myself. I’m sorry.

And when the summer was cold, he smiled and said, “He? Ask him about?”

He said he pushed the phone a little deeper into his pants: “He’s half a computer. What can he say?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “Really? He was on the blackboard, right? I’m sorry.

Nods in the summer.

Quinvy took off her sweatshirt and put it on the girl who was still asleep. She showed a black bottom vest, a slightly wheat-coloured skin, and a body that was not thin without a blemish.

She put her clothes on her, and turned her back and said: “As for the books, you may not know him well enough. I’m sorry.

“It’s not just him. Neither you nor him, nor myself, have I fully understood. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei asked, “Is his name Tang Chi right ? . . . . . . have you read the book he wrote? I’m sorry.

He said, “I’ve seen it. It’s much more beautiful than my stupid words. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei said, “It’s not just the work. Strength is light, handwriting is thin. Especially in chalk, it’s impossible for a person to sit and carve every word perfectly. But his book, the common word “Yes,” “I” and “I” are all etched from the beginning to the end. I’m sorry.

She said, “He’s a man, not a printer.” Only printers can type it. I’m sorry.

He said, “You can ask him when he wakes up. I think he’s just good at writing.”

He said: “I did not ask him. Before you woke up, I asked him some questions I was curious about. But his answer was, “There’s a chance to tell you again.” # I don’t know #

And Qinvie threw his mobile phone down and caught it, saying, “When he said this, his eyes were staring at an obstacle. It’s like you’re riding a bike on the road, and suddenly you see a falling pile of garbage blocking your way, and it’s like a flashy look. I’m sorry.

Barriers … Garbage …

It is true that summer winter did not see such a look on Tangzhi, but it is impossible to assume that what Qinvi is saying is a lie. As he himself had said, he had no real knowledge of Down’s perception, and naturally he had no right to judge the truth of that statement.

“Did he ever fear? I’m sorry.

The summer cold says, “Just fear will ease in a few seconds.” But you, Quinvy, have you ever been afraid?”

She said, ‘You do not see that I am afraid, nor do you see whether he is really afraid.’ You trust him?”

He said: I cannot stand here without him. Do you not believe him?

Turning around and looking at his sleeping bed, he threw an orange in his mouth and said, “I wish I could really trust him.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold was not answering, and suddenly it felt like the phone in the pocket was burning. He pulled it out, and he saw a page on his cell phone on a page of the screen with a crazy refill of complex algorithms and symbols.

These symbols were seen in the summer winter: they are similar to the code style that Tang thought wrote on the board. It’s like it’s self-programming. It’s a very important design for Tang’s mind.

“Is there anything on the phone? I’m sorry.

The sound of Qinwei shocked the summer, but when Qinwei’s voice fell, the screen almost went out at the same time.

“It’s nothing, I just don’t know why I’m shaking twice and turning off.” I’m sorry.

Qin Wei-li said, “Maybe the electricity is out of order. I’m sorry.

After she grabbed the cell phone at the table, she threw it in the air and grabbed it.

“Don’t talk about it yet. What did you say her name was? Lemon? I’m sorry.

Qin Wei said in the heart of his heart: “She is the lemon.” I’m sorry.

“Did you know her before she was trapped in 220?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “I know. I’m sorry.

Friends? I’m sorry.

“Something. I’m sorry.

In the summer, the cell phone in the pocket was burned like a burning red brick. He asked, “What kind of person is she? Why do she faint?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “She’s still like a child. I’m sorry.

Quinvie is the purest short-haired girl in the memory of the summer. But she doesn’t care about anything.

But how did she manage it? Unaccompanied in an endless 220 classroom, everything is on its own until it gets news from the blackboard. And even if the present situation is not desperate in the short term, it remains hopeless.

But her eyes were as though she were saying, “What is the matter with you that you do? I’m sorry.

It is not entirely correct to say that everything in Qinvi has gone so far. At least once in the summer, Qin Wei had seen Qin Wei’s real anger:

When she misunderstood the Tangs and tried to protect the lemon.

There may be a certain amount of mistrust of Tang Chi, but summer winter is more convinced that she is willing to take it seriously for this lemon girl.

When the summer cold was thinking, the blue dress girl on the table suddenly grunted.

“She’s awake. Qinvie took out the lights of the platoon. Stand up and lean towards the lemon.

When he saw the algorithms on his mobile phone again, he saw a little bit of what the program was doing: once Quincy moves, the calculation of the phone becomes more intense and powerful. This does not seem to be a simple “listen” process, but rather a complex logic.

Lemon … Qinvie picks up the girl and whispers.

There’s a slight whiteness in the girl’s body… quite the opposite of the healthy wheat in Qinvi. She made a few coughs and then opened her eyes, and suddenly she began to struggle in Qinwei’s face.

Quinvy! “Don’t be afraid, and don’t be afraid. Qin Wei covered the girl’s mouth, and looked her in the eye and said, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. I’m Quinvy. I’m sorry.

The girl’s face had not faded, and she tried hard to shake her head and try to escape from her men. Despite the obvious weakness of the girl ‘ s energy, she stomped out of her hands with a strangulation, opening her mouth and bit Quinvy ‘ s thumb.

And waiteth in the winter, and watcheth Qin Wei neither apprehensive nor afloat. She kept her initial smile twitching her mouth until her finger saw a shallow blood stain. It was only then that the eyes of the girl became clear, and the tight body eased, and she lay in Qin Wei.

Qin Wei drew his hands slowly, rubbed his fingers with clothes under a table, and then put his mouth on his already blue fingers and said, “Recognize me?” I’m sorry.

The girl murmured: “My Lord Qin? I’m sorry.

Quincy noded his head and said, “Limmour.” I’m sorry.

The girl said, “Well. I’m sorry.

She turned around, looking at her face, and asking, “What are you?” I’m sorry.

“I am…”

Qin Wei interrupted the summer cold and said: “He is a friend of ours. Sleep over there, man, call Tangzhi. I’m sorry.

The girl rubbed her shoulders and rose up under the arms of Qinvie, wrinkled her head and said, “What happened to me before?” I felt light, bright and bright, and then I fainted. I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei touched the head of the lemon and said, “You are just too afraid, it’s okay.” I’m sorry.

When I heard this, the lemon suddenly seemed very sad, and the words were swallowed up in a moment, and the only thing to say was, “Qin, my Lord…”

After that, she held Qinvie and started crying.

The unsuspecting summer cold stood by until the sound of the lemon’s weeping was flat, until the eyes were swollen and the vests of Qinway were pierced…

The lemons finally subsided and left on Qinwei, which was stuck, with tears and tears: “It’s better to cry out. I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei helped her dry her tears with her fingers and touched her cheeks, saying, “It’s all right, you’ve been in trouble too long, so wept. I’m sorry.

The lemon asked, “Why don’t you cry? I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “I am the Qin master, why is he crying?” I’m sorry.

The summer cold coughed and knocked on the table and said, “That, um. Lemon, do you know what’s going on? I’m sorry.

Qiny turned his head and said, “I’ll tell her. I’m sorry.

It’s a little awkward to say, “Yeah. I mean, should we go down and see if there’s something new about the water level? I’m sorry.

Qinvi said: “The water level is indeed, the water level is critical. I’m sorry.

She caressed the lemon’s back: “Is it okay to walk alone?” I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “It’s nothing to worry about. I’m sorry.

And Qur’way shakes his head, saying: “Do not be too reluctant to take care of one more.” I’m sorry.

She looked at Tang and said, “You stay here until we get back.” He’s asleep. He won’t bully you. I’m sorry.

“Are you leaving again? I’m sorry.

She said, “Just a little, just a little.” I’m sorry.

Lemon’s a little bit of a nod of concern in his eyes.

And Qin Wei drank the rest of the bottle, and said, “Let’s go and check the water.” I’m sorry.

When the winter turned back, he looked at the lemon, and said, “Are you okay leaving her here?” I’m sorry.

And Qiwe said: As long as your friend is not awake, there shall be no great matter. I’m sorry.

And he said: Thou shalt not believe him till now. Honestly, I’ve never seen anyone more reliable than him. I’m sorry.

Qiny was silent for a moment: “Me too. I’m sorry.

As we went down, Quinvy looked back and looked at the lemons.

Maybe it wasn’t here. Maybe it was discovered. Quinvi did not ask why every time he passed by a cell phone, it was like a resonance, and the otherwise calm cell phone screen was awakened, showing a light blue ring.

It’s dazzling, and a few codes are constantly refreshed behind its back.

This must have been some kind of design that Tanzie had laid down… On their own phone, each phone has a special link. And what is the purpose, and the summer cold is completely unknown.

When he found out about the scene, he suddenly felt a bit guilty: he had no idea what Tang thought and what the plan was. What else is Tanzie’s design that he doesn’t know? Even with a little knowledge, what else, did the summer cold really get it?

No one knows what is on the basis of Downsight’s reliability or where it leads.

When he thought of it, he had to re-examine Qinvi’s words. He looked at Qin Wei’s face, and his heart was in a state of disarray, as if the whole puzzle had been crushed.

Qin Wei asked: “What do you think I’m doing?” I’m sorry.

Then the winter was filled with words, and he said, “Your hair is in disarray.” I’m sorry.

And he looked at her in the shadows and fixed her hair, and he raised his head and asked, “Did you hear anything? I’m sorry.

The sound of the beads is resounding again, and it can be said that the beads have gradually evolved. In silent classrooms, a clear and complete layer of sound echoes.

Qin Wei picks up the pearls and stops it. “This is what you said earlier about steel beads.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “The shape is almost the same… But that one was white, this one was blue. I’m sorry.

She threw the pearls and the summer cold caught them.

Quinvy said, “Remember that he should be good at this. I’m sorry.

In this situation, would she trust Tang?

Summer cold doesn’t understand.

She grabbed a bell pen at the table and let it fly in his hand with a fragrance.

The summer cold level goes on, and he looks around, and he feels a little different… an unusual feeling that doesn’t make sense. He felt unconsciously that something was abnormal on the lower steps, that it was so hard to get to the bottom of it, that he couldn’t say it.

If Don wakes up, he should be able to figure out why, but it’s not the one who’s always curious and excited, but the one who’s dealing with Quinvy.

He asked, “How are you and lemons scattered?” I’m sorry.

Qinvi said, “For a lot of reasons, the result is separation.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “Because of the third of you?” I’m sorry.

When Qin Wei’s pen came to a halt, she took a look at the summer and said, “Question here, I will not answer the rest.” I’m sorry.

There must have been no result in the summer cold knowing that it would be hard to answer, and he laughed, saying, “Yes, too.” I’m sorry.

The water has gradually evolved with an invisibility tide. It was only a matter of listening to the Tang mind before, but it was the first time that the summer cold had seen the so-called surface.

Clear as the sea.

There must be no wind in the house. The water is real.

The lights are rewinding on the surface, and the bottom of this pool is plowed through. At least hundreds of steps below have been flooded with the horrors of the book.

The water creates a visual illusion that you think you have access to what’s underneath. They’re like condensed in a piece of amber, quiet like art.

“There’s something that doesn’t float up…” he said, “There must be something light on the surface.”

He said he wanted to reach out and touch the water and was stopped by Qinvi’s hand.

She said, “The last time I saw this water, it wasn’t clear. I’m sorry.

“You mean water quality has changed?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “I don’t know, but I certainly won’t touch it with my hand.” I’m sorry.

She took a long look at the previous waterline, which had been carved out by Tang.

She said, “The rate of increase in the water level has not changed. I’m sorry.

He said: “We shall not be exhausted until the water rises. I’m sorry.

Quinvy’s eyes were locked on the water and said, “Well, it’s not fast. I’m sorry.

“I remember Tanzig saying that he was not sure if it was really water, but did you wonder what it was?” I’m sorry.

He said: “I have no doubt and no vision of him. I’m sorry.

“If you were not interested in the water, you wouldn’t have come down here.” I’m sorry.

“I’m just bored. I’m sorry.

She looked at the pool and said, “Because I haven’t seen the sea, I just came down to find an alternative. I’m sorry.

The summer was cold, and the eyes were stretched down the steps endlessly, and the water was so clear that all the tables and chairs, walls and grotesque items reflected the inexhaustible light.

He said, ‘Do not say, ‘This water is really good.’ I’m sorry.

“You’ve never seen a lake before, a river, something like that?” I’m sorry.

Quincy shakes his head.

He said, “No, it’s hard to show you a pool of water. I’m sorry.

Qinwei turned around and said, “What is the sea?” I’m sorry.

And when asked about it, Qin Wei, the Lord of the Summers, was dazzled and clear in his eyes on a day when something was flowing.

She was busy turning her head over and walking to the chair next to her.

“What happened to you?” I’m sorry.

Qinye said, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

He said, “Do you want to hear what the sea is like? I’m sorry.

Quinvy softly shook his head and said, “Let’s talk later.” I’m sorry.

She saw the phone on the table with a light blue fluorescent as it was just now, lifting up the phone and asking, “How did it light?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t know. It’s Tanzie’s phone. He probably has something like a screen. I’m sorry.

He really didn’t want to hide it from Qinvi, but he really didn’t know why it was on.

Qinwei had a good look at her phone for a while, and her finger slipped on the screen, and she didn’t get too close to her movements and the display on the screen.

She picked her eyebrow and then she pulled her phone on the table and said, “It’s good. I’m sorry.

He asked, “What’s good?” I’m sorry.

She said, “I say you are good.” I’m sorry.

And the summer winter did not know why Qin Wei had come forth suddenly, and he had not answered. Qin We turned and said: Tell me a story, your story. I’m sorry.

As always, when the summer cold comes to his stories, which are still in his head, the lemons are staring at Tang’s mind.

“Was this man awake or not … how is this position…” The lemon chews cookies over and over and over and over and over and talking to himself.

Tang’s eyes were on the table, with his chin holding him, and his eyes were blind as if he were half asleep.

It’s just his cell phone at the table, it’s like it’s breathing, it’s fluorescent.

She stood up anxiously and walked back and forth and said, “What is Qin doing down there?” It’s been so long. There’s only one weirdo sitting here. I’m sorry.

And the lemon went down, and his hands waved in front of him: “Are you awake?” I’m sorry.

She’s confused, and Tang’s supposed to wake up, because most people can’t sleep with their eyes open, at least they haven’t met the lemon. But from that look, it’s a lot worse than sleeping.

She can’t scream because she’s always afraid that if she’s really pissed off at this weirdo, she’ll get mad at herself.

She’s been around Tang Chi for two laps or she’s given up. No matter how much you touch it, no matter how softly you beat it, no matter how hard you pull it out, no matter how hard you pull it out, no matter how hard you pull it out, no matter how hard you hit it.

She took the phone of the Tang Seok desktop, looked back and forth, and could only see a flashing ring on the screen.

“This cell phone is used…” The lemon struck the cell phone with confusion, and the cell phone still has no additional response.

Suddenly, she felt someone shot her shoulder.

She almost collapsed on the floor.

Turning back, Tang was rubbing his neck and laughing, “Please hand over my phone.” I’m sorry.

Lemon threw his cell phone in front of Tang and said, “You’re awake? I’m sorry.

Tang Chi picked up the phone, looked at the screen for a while and put it in the pocket and said, “Well, I woke up. I’m sorry.

“You are the girl Qin Wei brought down. I’m sorry.

Lemon retreated and noded.

Tangzhi took a step forward, and the lemon waved, “You stay back!” I’m gonna roll over if you come back. I’m sorry.

She said, “Come and I’ll take this and stab you.” I’m sorry.

“I’m not going to go. “What is your name? I’m sorry.

And the lemon stuttered, and said: I call the lemon of the beam, the one that eats. I’m sorry.

Tangzi noded and said, “Well, they call you lemon, right? I’m sorry.

She slightly sunk her head for sure.

He said, “Are you and Qin Wei friends?” I’m sorry.

And she said, with all my face, ‘You judge the sinner or the matchmaker, why should I tell you?’ I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, it’s okay not to answer. He looked at the bruises of the lemon’s calve and said, “Stand still, and don’t go anywhere.” I’m sorry.

The point of the lemon was pointed at the Tangzhi until it went up.

He said, “You are afraid of the living.” I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “My Lord, you are all the same. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi put three cell phones together, like he wrote them together. He wrote while he said, “You?”

Lemon said, “Men.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi smiled and said, “You trust her so much? I’m sorry.

Lemon said, “Of course I trust Qin because she is Qin and she is Qin. I’m sorry.

Donkey nod. He looked at the screen of his cell phone, and the lemon strangled around his knees, and he looked scared.

He looked up at his head and looked at the lemon, and he went down, and he kept his eyes on the screen and said, “Are you afraid? I’m sorry.

The lemon didn’t answer. She leaned against the wall and sometimes looked at her eyes towards her.

After a long time, Tang Zing kept all his phones on the table and lamented.

He knocks on the table with his index finger and says, “Limmeat.” I’m sorry.

Lemon raised his head and looked at Don.

Tangzi said, “Come on, let’s go down. I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “Go, why?” I’m sorry.

“Go find Qin. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei I’m sorry.

Summer has just told us the memorable stories that we have experienced, and those things are so solid in our minds that they can come out of our hands.

He laughed, and said, “I can remember this shit. I’m sorry.

And when he had said it, he heard a short, dull sound in his ears.

He turned to the surface and said, “There’s movement under the water…”

The summer cold runs down several steps and has reached the surface.

Qin Wei rose up and said, “Summer! Don’t touch…”

And his palms are just over the calm waters. A tiny layer spreads along his hand and slowly spreads around.

The ripples.

Jumping over and over and over.

The distorted water surface reflects the light into tiny spots, and in the summer the cold feels that a massive shock is taking place deep underwater. He pulled his hands off the water.

Qinvira raised the left hand of the summer cold, with a loud sound on the back of the Qinvira, like a huge wave of waves, and several metres of water was blown up from the surface and swallowed up to the top.

Duplicated steel beads

From the calm waters, the waves rise to the ceiling!

The water that used to be quiet in the classroom is now a wave that beats Qinvie and Tang Chi on the steps. An unstable summer cold was brought directly into the waves, and he grabbed Qinvi’s arm unconsciously, and both fell under the water.

He could not help but choked into the water and stinged his lungs so that he could do his best to shut his nose and mouth.

It’s like there’s no buoyancy, and it’s got no control over it. It’s not like it’s in the water, it’s like it’s in the clouds.

He could not see the light in front of him and felt that a hand was dragging his back. He was dragged up alive.

Scrambled in the water for a while, suddenly he was thrown heavily on the ground and the summer cold began to cough severely.

“Well, how come there’s such a big wave…” He’s coughing with his chair and Qinvi is stinging his back.

Quinvi dumped the water on her hair and wiped off her nose, saying, “Since you die, do not pull me up.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “Well, well, I don’t fucking want to. I’m sorry.

Qinvi said, “Well, the wave should be over. I’m sorry.

As the summer cools towards the surface, the tide is really coming back, and even the ripples are weakening, and it is believed that it will not take long to return to the initial silence.

He was, however, in a state of shock; he was not able to access water as a child, and every time he was flooded, he was afraid for a long time. This is still the case, and he is still shaking.

Quinvy looked at him and said, “How did you go to the sea when you were so afraid of water? I’m sorry.

And it was saliva in the summer, saying: I look only at the sea, and do not go down. I’m sorry.

Far away, Tangzhi ran and ran and said, “What was that noise? I’m sorry.

And the summer cold seized a wet hair and raised his head and said, “Do you awake?”

Tang Zhu noded and said, “I just woke up. I’m sorry.

Further away, the lemon is on the lower steps of the first level, with a careful wing, and it can be seen that the bruises on her calves have affected her mobility. Qinvie ran up and held the lemon down.

“This girl can walk by herself.” I’m sorry.

Then he waved, and said, “This place can’t stay any longer. It’s gonna be a big fucking tsunami soon. I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei told the lemons to sit still and say, “It’s you who should be exposed to the waves, and it’s okay not to touch them.” I’m sorry.

“How much water did the waves rise?” I’m sorry.

Qinvy said, “One step. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “Are you sure you’re only up one step?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

Tang’s fingers are on the table, and he’s breathing, and he’s turning around and asking Qinye, “You’ve been near the water for at least six hours from me to wake up? I’m sorry.

Qin Wei leaned his arms against the table behind him, and followed the lemon’s hair. She said, “I just came to see the water. And not just me, but him. I’m sorry.

After that, she pointed in the direction of summer cold.

Turning over the phone on the table, Qinvi said, “Dangzi, I’m curious until you know the problem. I’m sorry.

She lifted up her phone and pointed it to the screen and asked, “What is your phone running?” I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi took his cell phone out of his pocket and swayed it onto the table and said, “What’s wrong with the possibility that I use my phone to calculate it in parallel with blue teeth and use it as one of the possibilities for the classroom? I’m sorry.

Qin Wei-wei spread his hand and put his phone back and laughed, “It’s good. I’m sorry.

Summer’s just listening. I can’t even say a word. He always felt that, with a fine lead, the sword between two persons would eventually be emptied.

Tangzi’s finger went off on the table, and he said, “If you don’t mind, let me explain my guess. I’m sorry.

“I will first introduce to Qinvian and Lemon a concept named after the summer cold. We call all the designers of the classroom the “black hands.” I’m sorry.

“I was talking about behind the scenes…”

Qinvy said, “You think there’s really a designer in the classroom?” I’m sorry.

According to Tang Chi, “black hands are a general concept. It can be a person, a group, even a complex set of logical codes. Whatever it is, there must be a purpose in designing the classroom and the rules it follows. I’m sorry.

Tangsy pointed to the surface and said, “Before the classroom was merged, 320 created a time-limited limit by cold temperatures. If we don’t solve the puzzle in a short period of time, Summer and I will freeze to death. After the merger, I believe that this limitation remains, except for the conversion to a water level. I’m sorry.

Quinvy says, “Do you think the water level will eventually rise faster than we’re climbing the steps?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t know. It’s just that I’m guessing there’s a lot of conditions that can push up. Maybe just one bead on the surface is enough to drown us all…”

He said, “Get away from the water, as soon as possible.” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “Have you considered underwater? I’m sorry.

Tangzhi’s finger was knocking on the table, and this was a slow hit, with a low voice, as if it was being deliberately suppressed.

He asked, “What’s underwater?” I’m sorry.

Qiwe said, “Let us stay away from the water, but you have no idea what it is.” I’m sorry.

And her hand showed the surface, saying, “What if there were an exit from the classroom under water?” I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu smiled, saying, “The black hands will not be designed beyond the limits of the human body, and no one will be able to move under that deep, unobserved water. It’s like he doesn’t design a temperature of 100 degrees below zero to limit 320 classrooms, and his purpose is never to kill. I’m sorry.

Quincy stood up, and she looked at Tangzhi, the summer cold, and she looked at the lemon and said, “Dangzi, I have conceived this concept since 220 classrooms. Maybe it’s the same thing as yours. I’m sorry.

He said, “Let’s hear it. I’m sorry.

She said, “If the classroom is compared to the maze designed by the mafia, there is now a path in the maze that is clear enough to lead the way. Only one thing I do not know is whether this leader is leading to a dead end or a real way out. I’m sorry.

Tangzhi’s finger stopped, and he looked at Qinwie with the light, “Do you think I’m leading you astray?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “When there is a way out in a certain place under water, every step we go up, the hope becomes a little more remote until there is no going back. I’m sorry.

He said, “You never believed in my reasoning. I’m sorry.

Qinvie shakes his head and his voice relaxs: “You are the wise and terrible.” You are so strong that all of us are willing to believe that you are on the right path. I’m afraid you don’t even know which way you’re going, and which way you’re going.”

The lemon suddenly tore Qinwei’s tail and said, “My Lord Qin…”

Qinvie started to swallow like she had a tongue, and she seemed to realize something serious. All the previous highs were overshadowed. She took her eyes off her head and sat down.

Qiny turned around and said to the lemons, “It’s all right I said too much. I’m sorry.

Don’t you see? Your lips are closed. But the summer cold had read from his eyes a strong emotion that had never appeared before.

Especially when Xia Chiu is hesitant because of Qinwei’s words, something in Tang’s eyes gets hotter.

Summer cold saw in his eyes: disappointment.

In Tang’s eyes, it’s all about disappointment.

Not just for Qinwei, but for everyone.

The eyes faded a little bit, and finally returned to the same, clear, dynamic and curious eyes as ever.

Qinye looked into the eyes of Tangzhi until she ended up asking, “Donzhe!” I’m sorry.

And Tangzhi pressed the unlock button of his cell phone, saying, “The understanding you have presented is indeed one of the possibilities that make up, and I should consider it. I shouldn’t be blindly confident about the design itself from the point of view. But because neither I nor summer cold are good at swimming, the water exit guess is too low. I’m sorry.

In addition, Tang Zheton said, “I hope you will never forget that we do not know the depths below the water. Even if we have worked so hard to solve the problem of underwater breathing, if the negative tens of thousands of steps are not at the end, the water pressure alone will be lethal. I’m sorry.

The summer cold was heard for half a day, without knowing where to interject, when it came to thinking of the water samples taken by Tangzhi, which had been seen earlier.

He asked, “Where did you get that bottle of water before? I’m sorry.

He said, “He squeezed the bottle with its elasticity, and drew water from the water.” I’m sorry.

Did you realize then that you couldn’t touch the water with your hand? What’s the difference between a hand and a bottle?

Tangsy said, “In short, summer winter tells us that exposure to the water with skin can cause waves. There are many differences between human skin and bottle mouths, with temperature, materials, and skin electricity as potential determinants. I’m sorry.

Quincy coughed, adding: “There are also secretions on the skin surface, such as electrolyte and grease. I’m sorry.

Then he looked at Qin Wei and made a gesture saying, “Come up, Qin We have something to say to you. I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei was not moving on her seat, and she said, “Get down here.” I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu smiled naturally, and really came down.

The summer cold and the lemon were almost identically retreating from the table and chair of the two, and they were afraid that they would argue as if they were in disagreement. The summer cold delivered the blue steel beads in his pocket to Tang Zhi and ran away, waiting to find a chance to persuade him.

Two people later found that the fear was entirely superfluous. The discussions between Tang Chi and Qin Wei are sometimes quite intense, and occasionally Qin Wei is supplemented by a larger body language. But don’t talk about it. It doesn’t look like a fight.

Their point of view, although relatively irreconcilable, was shared in peace. Tangzhi’s speech is fast, and it’s being analysed article by article every time. Qin Wei is medium-speed, but his voice is still strong and he’s got a good look.

“The beads are necessarily a special information body, and he is a sign of a hint, like our previous windows. I’m sorry.

“Your thinking seems to be one-sided, and procedural logic limits your imagination. “The beads do much more than that…”

“Colour eventually presents a valuable pattern, with important hints.”

“Equal prices for every step are based on your blind self-confidence in your inverse design.” I’m sorry.

Two men, whether or not, went up while talking. Perhaps China agreed to a plan to stay away from the water, and the last four people went up to a negative 30-grade position.

Over time, the topics of Tang Chi and Qin Wei have become increasingly difficult to understand and the issues explored have become deeper and deeper. In the end, it has become a point where the summer cold can’t get in the way.

“What are they talking about now? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.

Lemon rises a little softer, but still looks pale. He didn’t know anything about what happened in class 220, and he didn’t know whether the girl was the way she was, was so unstable, so miserable, or what he could not have imagined.

But Summer felt, asking her, she wouldn’t say anything.

She also told a little story to the lemon because she thought the girl was always nervous.

The fall time for steel beads has begun to stabilize, except for the extra length of time between white and blue steel beads, which is followed by a flat interval of 184 minutes.

Tangzi said it was funny because 184 went beyond the ASCII code, so he confirmed that it was a new code.

After that, they fell green, green beads, one for Qin Wei and one for the summer cold.

During this time, even the summer winter is going to fall asleep, and the discussions between Tang Seok and Qin Wei are continuing intermittently.

In the end, it was as if they had reached conclusions and consensus, and the debate had stopped.

“I still can’t believe you. I’m sorry.

Quinvy said with the same expression: “Me too. I’m sorry.

The summer cold does not know whether or not the two men are reconciled. Anyway, they split up, and they didn’t say anything.

He asked him, “How did you convince her to come up?” I’m sorry.

“I’ve used several mobile phones as springboards to link to remote ones, so I can get a remote view of the current water level.” She seemed to care about the water level, but she also compromised. I’m sorry.

“We are not unable, but we are not willing to trust each other completely.” I’m sorry.

Tangzi looked at the watch and said, “A few seconds later, a steel bead should fall immediately. If my calculations are correct, this one should be red. I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “But you have not been able to explain the problem of white steel beads…”

Plum.

The voice of Qin Wei was not heard, and the sound of familiar steel beads fell on the ground.

Yeah.

As in the past, steel beads strike a round arc from the ground.

And he raised his head, and looked at the red bead from afar, and said: Lo! it is red. I’m sorry.

The beads then jump over the next step, and then the next step, as soon as they pass over a step far above, it’s as if through an invisible plane, there’s a silent beep in the air…

Pop!

The beads became two through the first floor!

Two of the same red beads leap in the air and, after several layers down, again it’s like a little bit of a face…

Following the sound of light ground electric sparks, two steel beads split into four pieces at the same time.

Tang Zhu looked at the steel beads wrinkled and said, “Go up! We can’t miss one!”

Quinvy reacted in the first place, strutting on the table, lightly like a wind, and she jumped up and grabbed two pearls in the air.

The other two, one of them had his arms under his arms and then stepped on his foot.

The last one over the summer cold, one jump on the ground, the right hand stretching through the lemon.

Her subconscious hands were tightened, but the steel beads eventually flew out of her hands, and Tang was dying to stare at the red beads that had passed away from the lemon, and it fell at a sharp drop in the depths of the classroom.

Fall.

The lemons were holding their mouths unbelievably, and they were breathing intensely.

The summer cold glids round and watched the red steel beads disappear at the end of the horizon. He looked back and looked at the feeling that he was knocking on the table, and he just shook his head and said, “Wait a minute. I’m sorry.

Quinvy came down from the top and gently put two beads in her hands on the table of Downsight. Then he went over and said something in the ear of a lemon, probably some consolation.

On the other hand, Tang’s finger on the table is missing, saying, “The lemon’s mistake actually gives us an opportunity. I’m sorry.

He said, “A chance to verify. I’m sorry.

“What?” he said.

He said, “The beads falling from above, like a stairwell, are on the bottom of the water. The most direct assumption is that when a steel bead falls on the surface, it triggers a given design. I’m sorry.

Tang Swe made a gesture, which is more than a stairwell, saying: “We are in this space with some anomalies compared to the 320 before, and there is no basic threat in this endless stairwell. The only water surface that could become a threat can survive here for quite a long time if it continues at the current rate of slow progress upwards. So the pearls are likely to trigger a threatening design…”

When Qinway heard it come back, he looked away and said, “The water level.” I’m sorry.

“Yes. “There is a high probability that the water will rise, and it will not rise much, and the classroom design will always be wrong…”

The summer chill waved and said, “Stop a little and I’ve figured out a seven, seven, eight.” Anyway, you two are saying it’s gonna get high? I’m sorry.

Tangsy said, “From my cell phone, we can get data from my cell phone sensors below, and we can verify our assumptions in a moment. I’m sorry.

Don’t say it, Tangzhi leans down through the layer just split by the red steel bead. He caressed the bricks, the table and the walls, as if he was murmuring: “The core of the current problem is where the beads will be split and whether all the beads are likely to split. The numeric level of fragmentation is a deep-seated bomb, and 1024 steel beads are sufficient to produce the effect from both sides to a qualitative transformation as long as there are 10 successive splits. I’m sorry.

And he said, “I see better that the bead from where you stand is like a piece of glue, and then the thief comes out fast and becomes two on both sides of it.” I’m sorry.

“Well, now this layer is dead, no more than any other ordinary layer.” For the time being, we call these layers, which can divide steel beads into “replicate noodles” and it appears that only the next fall of the beads can see the pattern of the transfer and creation of the replica…”

It’s coming from below. The summer cold’s heart shuddered, and the lemon strangles in the arms of Qinwei. And Donkey’s attention is still on the screen.

He read on his cell phone for a moment and said, “The water level has risen a bit.” I’m sorry.

And he put his phone back on the table and said, “Well, I have a plan before the beads fall.” In this plan, I want everyone to help me. I’m sorry.

Red? Why is it red?

“You already know that the next steel bead is red?” I’m sorry.

“This is part of my promotion.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold was incomprehensible, but ultimately it was not.

Qinwei whispered from afar: “There is only red and yellow left.” I’m sorry.

The moment when the curtains were lifted, something was flashing in his eyes and there was no sound.

After that, everyone gathered to listen to his plans.

The fact that summer winter cannot be denied is that Tang Chi is the most trusted of them.

Trust is like a venture, and human instincts always choose to avoid risk.

“To this point, I can’t solve all the puzzles by myself. “The time is already quite limited.” I’m sorry.

“How long have you been pushing the water level to kill?” I’m sorry.

“Not yet. But this time will not be too long, and if the replicas are sufficiently dense, the next bead may be enough to kill us all. I’m sorry.

Qinye said: Qinwei. What do you think you’re good at? I’m sorry.

Quinvy picked a little eyebrow and didn’t answer. She smiled and shook her head.

“Sportpower, strength, information. In particular, your sensitivity to key details is crucial. I’m sorry.

She can’t.

Tang Zhu turned around and asked the lemon: “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

The lemons still say, “Well…”

He asked, “Have you had anything to say?” I’m sorry.

Tangzi’s question is quite straightforward and hard, and it’s a little uncomfortable to hear it. The lemon stinged, and the index finger went, “Plot…”

“Anything can be done.” I’m sorry.

Lemon answers softly; “If the description is detailed it should be similar. I’m sorry.

Donkey nods like he’s satisfied.

Finally, he turned around, facing the summer cold.

He asked, “What about you?”

It’s a little cold. He can’t talk. What if everyone had to play a vital role? Throughout, he was passive as a bystander and a passer-by, and was a saviour.

How do you know? Summer cold feels like a fucking joke to yourself. The mediocre is written in his bones, deep like a motto.

“I don’t know. I’ll just look around, and…

Tangzhi shook his head and said, “No, no. You have important things to do. I’m sorry.

On the table, Tang Zhu softly said, “Qin Wei.” You don’t have to do anything. If you want to trust me, it’s basically the best thing you can do for me. I’m sorry.

Qinvi said, “I’ll try.” I’m sorry.

Lemon, this phone on the table has a notebook on it. It contains a detailed description of a conceptual geometry, and you see if you can paint it with your spatial imagination. I’m sorry.

He said there was a slight pause, and a cell phone was pulled out of his pocket and said, “Summer, this phone is for you.” I’m sorry.

“There are already 270 photos I’ve taken. You have to take one picture at every step from now on, and you have to check every picture carefully. I’m sorry.

“What are you checking? I’m sorry.

“Anything you think is suspicious, check it out. I’m sorry.

The summer cold takes a deep breath and it feels like it’s beating. He always felt that something big was coming. It could be good or bad. Every move by Tangzhi will touch these four. And none of them can prove whether the person they trust is on the right path.

In the summer, the cell phone asked, “Don’t you know what your plan is? I’m sorry.

“We’ve been in the dark hand’s elaborate design.” Now we need a chance to design him. I’m sorry.

“Design him?”

“Yeah. I’m going to give the designer a question he didn’t even think of. I’m sorry.

Q: So…can I get a little bit of a word out of the big white? I’m sorry.

“This project has a very long life cycle and ultimately involves the possibility of us leaving the entire classroom. You know in advance that there is no benefit in the beginning or end of the whole plan. I’m sorry.

And he took a breath, and nod his head, and said, “Yes, I will do my own work.” I’m sorry.

After he had his cell phone, he started taking pictures while climbing the stairs.

Back in the summer, the lemon was drawing a rather twisted and complex geometry at a fast pace, and Quinvy was looking down at the classroom and talking to the lemon from time to time.

And Tang’s wrist against his temple, with his eyebrow locked, is still a high-intensity reflection.

The summer cold suddenly understood why Tang was resting so long: he was too tired.

He’s seen Tang’s precision in measuring the width of the classroom in millimeters, recording everything on the time axis in seconds, forgetting my complex programming. All of this, as long as he can do it himself, he won’t ask for help.

More than 200 photos he had just said, summer cold did not know when Tangzi was taking them, but from another angle: perhaps Tangzhi did a lot more than they knew.

He didn’t want or dared to go around asking how much he did. Contrary to the nature of Natsuki, who likes to pilfer around, Tangzi does things that are often too quiet.

And this time, it was a big move, and it even said, “I want everyone to help me.” When it comes to the summer cold, it almost didn’t come back: it’s like Tang’s changed someone.

But I see Don’t think so, and I think in silence. Summer knows that Tang Tsing is still the Tang Tsing, but he’s exhausted.

Whether it was an excessive dispute with Qinvi, or the drawing of complex geometrics, or even a small, hand-held matter such as taking photos and browsing them, he began to try and avoid them.

Maybe Tangzi has realized something. And, as Tang thought he was worried, they may not really have time to waste.

And what’s the point of time? Only Don’t you think?

The summer winter continued to take photographs up, and after reaching the 300 coordinates, the road began.

Looking at it from the top to the bottom, it’s a little glamorous to see the endless cycle of the classroom. The summer cold repeatedly witnessed every layer, and it was not possible to identify the difference.

But it’s different, and it’s probably what Tang Soo discovered to get the summer cold to take pictures.

Some floors of steps are slightly damp.

These steps are covered by only one layer of water, not just shallow, and will soon be evaporated. It does not appear that the vapour will be sustained for a long period of time, but will appear alternately in a given cycle.

Summer winter was at those steps for some time, taking dozens of pictures and going back to the 47th floor. On the way he seemed to have heard the sound of water in secret, but did not take it fully into account.

Because he knew Tang Chi should have noticed that.

“Dangzi, look at the fog above these steps…”

After looking at all the photos carefully, Tang thought, and said, “Look at them again in two hours, perhaps one of the key clues, as I told you before.” I’m sorry.

Immediately after that, he returned to his original thinking, and the summer cold saw several lines on his phone and something like that was re-routing.

It’s just a nod in the summer, but there’s a little bit of confusion in the heart: “What do you mean “as I told you before”?

Moreover, if this was a key clue, as Tangzhi said, he would have dropped everything at hand and personally went to the fog to examine it.

Either the Chinese Government is aware of all the facts, and it is necessary to make the summer cold dry.

Either that or it means something more.

The summer cold put the cell phone to sleep, saving a little electricity. He’s looking around, Tangzi and lemon are busy. And he won’t be up there again for another two hours. He rubbed his eyes a little sour and sat behind Qinwei.

The summer winter was just a glimpse of Qinvie, who looked down. Although there are so many T-shirts on Tangzhi, because lemons prefer to wear Qinyi’s clothes, she’s wearing her coat, and she looks thin.

She doesn’t look cold. She’s totally focused on what she sees.

After a while, she stayed in that position.

“What are you looking at? Q: What is it?

Qinvi said again, “I think I can see the sea from here.” I’m sorry.

And he said, “It is not the sea, but a clear water. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei said, “That is enough.” I’m sorry.

Her head sank, she held her cheeks on her side and stopped looking down.

And the winter turned to him and said, “I do not mean anything, and then you will see.” I know you like the sea…”

And Qinvy laughed, “I don’t like the sea. I’m just curious.” Are you curious about this classroom? But do you like it? I’m sorry.

The summer winter was stunned, and in any case, he was indeed full of curiosity about this room, but like it is true and impossible … Fear is appropriate.

“Is that why you insisted on coming near the water?” said Summer. I’m sorry.

Quinvy shook her head and said, “No. You talk too much, don’t ask. I’m sorry.

The words were choked back and smiled and asked.

And then Qinwei’s voice suddenly became light, different from what it had been before, and with a little bit of sandy voice, when it was deep and gentle, like the most private whisper.

Can you hear me? “You can hear me, bow and bow.”

In the summer, a little shock was caused by two finger knocks on the table, too busy to pack and be on the side.

At this distance, Qin Wei uses this theoretically fine volume: enough to make the summer cold hear, to let the lemon know that they are talking but not true, and to make the Tang mind completely deaf.

He said: “Listen to what I say, and do not answer.” It’s probably harmless to you and me. But certainly not exactly in the right direction. I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “Well, his plan is mixed with something that we don’t want to know, and at some point you have to be prepared for it.” I’m sorry.

She stopped for a long time to make the summer cold think she was finished, but she finally added: “I did my best to trust him, even so.” I’m sorry.

After that, she rose up and touched the lemon head that was still writing.

Are you tired?

“It’s not tired… it’s just that there are special abstractions in it, which are almost impossible to complete on the map…”

“Take a break. This thing hurts. I’m sorry.

When Qinwei and Lemon were chatting, the summer winter went back to understanding Qin Wei once more: unlike Qin Wei, who was indifferent to nothing, in his impression, Qin Wei was truly concerned with everything, and was constantly in his heart and analysis.

Nor can her judgement of Tang Chi be ignored.

The sound of Tang’s finger banging on the table suddenly stopped, and he said, “Summer, go look up. I’m sorry.

“It’s only about an hour and a half now.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “It’s almost time. Go and see. I’m sorry.

At the bottom of the summer cold, we’ve learned a little, and maybe Tang didn’t show him the fog, at least not the fog.

He said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

The summer winter began to climb the stairs, moving up to a point near the previous fog. His cell phone suddenly pops up a hint window, and it says, “Simplicitly:

“Check tables and chairs. I’m sorry.

It must have come from Don.

He began to look carefully at every table and chair, and even the stickers standing on the legs of the chair finished their book. So close to a carpet-like inspection, one cannot afford to leave out any particulars.

Eventually, critical items were discovered in the summer winter.

A pen.

It’s a broken bell pen, and the core is bent.

The summer came back: this was the one that Tang had given to Qinwei. It was probably left here.

There’s something else. There are several light blue artificial fibres in the vicinity of the bead pen, as if they were on the ground.

This color summer cold sure he’s seen it.

This is the color of the lemon dress. These fibers should be part of that skirt. They are now firmly embedded on the ground as if they were to be integrated.

The summer cold put the phone right and photographed everything. He can’t figure out why Quincy threw away the pen, why the lemon’s long skirt would be part of the ground, and why, it’s the same thing that can be predicted.

He now understands what he said earlier, “as I told you before.” Tangzhi had told him about the pen before, and now the pen is back in the sight of the summer, thus confirming his claim.

And he finally realized that, and now it’s not just “the puzzle” between them and this classroom. Between Tang Chi and Qin Wei, there may have been quite a lot of design. And what he saw was just the tip of this giant iceberg, a tiny microcosm of a conspiracy.

When the entire iceberg surfaces and is exposed to sunlight, what is revealed may be more terrible than the classroom itself.

When summer winter came down from above, Tang realized nothing, but looked into his eyes and noded his head.

And what the cold read in the eyes of Tang’s heart was: “You have nothing to say, I know.” I’m sorry.

So the things he saw, the summer cold didn’t say anything, just simply exposed the fact that the fog had not resurfaced.

And the summer cold is now a little astonished by the fact that when he looks at lemons, he gets a little bit confused, and he’s got a lot of weird scenes in his head, even one of the creepy specs of the horror films and cartoons he saw when he was a kid. Since he saw several fibres on the ground in that long skirt, he could not resist the appearance of lemons slowly permeating from the ground like a body of spirit, the last of which was stuck to the ground.

He came to think of it and couldn’t help but start to chill.

Tang Zhu looked back and looked at the beautiful summer cold and said, “Is not well? I’m sorry.

The summer cold shook his head and said, “No big deal, the stairs are too high, his legs are shaking. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu noded and said, “From time to time, red steel beads are coming. Get ready. I’m sorry.

“The preparation for the beads? I’m sorry.

“Let’s take a break. Let’s focus on the beads later. I’m sorry.

“Did you really think about stopping steel beads with all our available stuff, a wall on a certain step?” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi was just about to answer, saying, “The steel beads are too high to be stopped by a very high wall, and the building of a thing like this on the stairs is still trying to stabilize and consume too much. I’m sorry.

Tang Jing laughed and said, “You have finished my speech. That’s good. Saved my voice. I’m sorry.

Qinvi said, “You can’t be tired alone. I’m sorry.

Lemon also dropped his phone and stretched his shoulder.

The four people are back together, and they’re starting to chat, and it’s like they’re playing around.

It’s a good head up in the summer, and he can still round things up as usual. Turn the dialogue in a natural direction.

Finally, the summer laughs and asks, “Would we be friends in reality without this?” I’m sorry.

The lemon smiled and said, “It’s a bit difficult. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei wrangled around and said, “How realistic is that?” I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu noded and said, “There is a small opportunity for sure.” I’m sorry.

It’s like they’re sitting by a river at midnight in the middle of the summer, watching the bright lights on the other side of the shore and listening to the chorus of the river, or are you talking to me, without a heart.

Tang Chi said, “The next wave of steel beads is less than a minute away, and we’ll know the pattern of the replica, and how much time we have. I’m sorry.

Say, it’s got steel beads on it.

Quinvy heard the sound and started walking up.

“If he’s gonna split up, why don’t we grab him before we get him. Quinvy says.

People began to climb the stairs, and when they finally saw the red steel beads in their sights, they suddenly cut through an invisible interface and split into two!

“How does the copy face lift up so much?

The crackling split is still going on, and this time there are four copies!

A whole row of steel beads fell from above like a red hail, and the plume struck on the ground, jumped up and made about a dozen arc lines in the air. And the summer cold was used in a state of panic, and it was so close that it fell, that it was only clear that it had stopped three pearls.

When he got up, he saw you all count the pearls in your hands. The sound of the tungsten continues, apparently missing from the pearls.

Qinvie stopped six, Tangzhi stopped three and Summer Cold stopped one.

In that case, there are 16 steel beads, three of which will eventually fall on the surface.

“We also need to climb up for security. Because it’s not clear how much of the three steel beads will increase the surface…

While moving up, the sound of the back waves has not stopped. The color of Tangzhi is also getting stronger…

At the end of the day, the summer cold couldn’t help but ask: “What is the water level going up?” I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu’s head shakes and says, “As a total of three times, two steps, three steps, five steps. I’m sorry.

“…that means?”

Tang Kyaw looked into the eyes of the summer cold and said, “This is the Fibonacci series, two previous increases, one, one, two, three, five, and then eight, thirteen, twenty-one… This means that the rise in the water level is an index. I’m sorry.

Tangsy said, “The next time the yellow pearl arrives, assuming the replica face increases to eight, it’s 256. Even if we could stop 200 steel beads, there were 56 of them. But the 20th place in the Fibonacci series is already 6765, and that number is far beyond what we can achieve. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei said, “It will be a dead end if the pearls cannot be effectively stopped.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said: “Eight more steel beads are dropped and it makes no sense to climb the stairs to circumvent the water level. The size of a single increase has gone far beyond our physical strength and efficiency. I’m sorry.

The summer winter said, “But next time there’s not more than 200 steel beads…”

Tangzi’s finger knocked on the table, and he looked around and said, “Ready to go up, one more step, we’ll walk and talk. I’m sorry.

Since the departure of the four, Tangzhi has been thinking. Everyone didn’t mean to disturb him.

No matter what the lock of the puzzle looks like, no matter how weird it is, Tang Chi must be the first one to become the key.

He is destined to be the one who first tried to unlock the lock, and if he had no clue, it would be like a dead lock for the rest of us.

After a long time, Tangsy said, “Replicate face.” I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Replicate face.” The key is that the location of the reproduction face has been changing. And by chance, as our position rises, so does the reproduction face. If the replica face remains the same, then before the replicating of the beads, we can take it first, without creating a lot of trouble. I’m sorry.

Tang Chiung’s head rises and he sees something in his eyes: the answer.

It’s hard for anything to touch him, to make him feel really happy and happy. Even if there were, it was quite superficial and brief. But this is the only thing that can awaken his joy.

That’s the answer.

He said, “I doubt that the copy moved with our current coordinates. Try to describe the location of the last two copies. I’m sorry.

The summer chill grabbed his hair and said, “It’s as if it was split up before long…”

Qin Wei said: “The eyes are within reach. I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “I don’t see it very well, but it’s a place where the view is very limited.” I’m sorry.

After the hearing, Tangzhi and Qin Wei raised their heads and their eyes looked at each other unwittingly or unwittingly.

It’s clear that they came up with something.

Qinvie said, “You decided to try it with the lives of four of us? I’m sorry.

“We don’t have a bet, it’ll be a very risky idea. But if that idea does not work, the rest of the way is doomed. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei, with his eyes, noded his head. She turned away from him and said, “Do what you want.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold was in the shadow of a fog, and the two men are now playing dumb puzzles, like in circles, talking nonsense.

“What should I do?” I don’t understand a word of this. I’m sorry.

“We doubt that it’s not where we’re going to be where we’re going to be. I’m sorry.

Qinwei whispered, adding, “It’s observation. I’m sorry.

He said, “What do I think? So you’re saying you can see it? I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s the same. So if this speculation is true, we should close our eyes when the pearls fall. I’m sorry.

“It’s easy to hear. I’m sorry.

“Yes, indeed. The advantage of this programme is that it is highly viable. But the downside is clear, first, if the assumption fails, then 256 steel beads will flood us all, and the rise in water levels is the real astronomical number. Secondly, even assuming success, it is almost impossible to capture the fallen steel bead with all eyes closed. Even if the photocopies were not produced, the eight pearls would be in a rather dangerous position after the increase in the Fibonacci series alone. I’m sorry.

He said, “Isn’t there something else? I’m sorry.

Tang Chi noded and said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

And he laughed, and said: Then do it! There’s no other way. I’m sorry.

“There is an alternative, conservative solution. This option is based on the location of the replica instead of observations. That’s the opposite of the assumption. I’m sorry.

“This means that the cleavage is always at several steps above the human body. So the location of the steel beads split, the speed of the drop, etc. can be determined in advance. I can deduce the trajectories and trajectories of steel beads from the physical information available, so that they can be equipped with shields and people at specific points of eject, and theoretically they can be done to stop them from falling. But after the pearls, 32 replicas of 65536 steel beads will appear, and the plan will lose its viability. I’m sorry.

“I don’t get it, but what you’re saying is that Plan 2 is a one-time one-time one.” I’m sorry.

Tang Zi said, “It’s about the same, it’s almost one-off. I’m sorry.

“Then follow Plan I.” It’s no different to live three more hours than die. I’m sorry.

Don’t answer anything.

The summer winter did not know when it had raised that awareness, nor did it know the value of its decision. But he knows that he needs to make sure that he does.

Tang Chi is already on the run, and the summer cold is sure that, at this moment, the two programmes in his mind are almost at the same time. Tang Zi is not willing to let go of any of the possibilities, even small ones.

The summer was reminded of the instructions given to him before Tangzhi pulled out the photos taken before his mobile phone was ready to browse. On Tangzi’s phone, many of the functional buttons are quite unusual. For example, the summer cold was looking for so long that it didn’t find out where the virtual buttons that could light up the screen a little bit.

And he was embarrassed to disturb the feeling of being fully engaged in thinking. Had to press it all alone where the cell phone could be touched, the screen suddenly appeared in a semi-transparent window.

WLAN.

Even if he doesn’t know the technology anymore, he knows that he accidentally turned the WIFI on, but he’s a little smug.

But the cell phone was actually connected to a WIFI without a password.

WIFI is named… SIGNER.

The summer winter was a shock, and Tangzhi was standing up and staring at his screen.

“How the fuck does this have a WIFI? I’m sorry.

“That’s what designers do. I’m sorry.

“What’s going on? I’m sorry.

Donkey says, “A reminder. Right tip, wrong tip. It’s all in it.”

From the moment on the face of WIFI, the cell phone began to receive a text file. When it was opened, it was found to be full of a clutter of code, which, according to Tang, was a complex set of encrypted codes and even a completely new way of coding that was independent of all the existing HDR codes.

Tang Kyaw then used dozens of mobile phones to concentrate on deciphering the text.

After an hour or so, Tang Chi finally took a breath and said, “It’s over. I’m sorry.

Everyone leans over and stares at Tanzie’s cell phone screen, which says three rows of Sing.

“1. Flexibility is common.

2. The chances of leaving are zero.

3. Welcome the fifth person.”

“What does that mean? I’m sorry.

“The first two are a bit of a surprise. The third one makes me curious. I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “I am curious about everything. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi put his hand on it and said, “That’s the point of all the questions, and that’s the point of the designers. The fifth of us. I’m sorry.

“But it’s clear that there are only four of them.” I’m sorry.

“The fifth person is not necessarily a practical person. It may be an abstract person, or a person we cannot see. I’m sorry.

“I can assure you that neither I nor the lemon are pregnant. I’m sorry.

A fifth man is coming.

“Don’t go there, I’ll ask the first two. I’m sorry.

The index finger of Tang’s heart goes down on the table, and then pulls it back to reach out to one of them and says, “First, elasticity is common. The understanding of this article is varied. First of all, this elasticity can mean the elasticity of materials among teachers. It is clear, however, that any conventional material is flexible, albeit by some degree. I’m sorry.

Don Zeyton said, “If only the word `normal’ is used to describe something that is `necessary’, then there are `special cases’. That is to say, the space also contains an extreme substance that is completely non-resilient. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei asked, “Is it the Gon?”

Donkey nod.

The summer is wrinkled: the hard body is just an ideal model that exists in assumptions… an object whose shape will never change.

“But this understanding seems a little narrow, and I can’t think for a moment of how much a block in the classroom can help us solve the puzzle.” So a deeper understanding is that… elasticity is a more abstract concept. For example, flexible wages, flexible working hours, flexible solutions are often referred to. I’m sorry.

Tangzhi drew a condensed form with a slight hand comparison: “that is, a state of adaptation. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, it seemed like a sudden realization, and then he stopped saying, “It’s just an premature hypothesis, and it’s still at an untested stage…”

No, no, no.

The summer chill shook his head.

This is not right, and in any case, the past Chinese feeling will definitely not interrupt the process of presenting their views. Do not say that he interrupts his own statement, that it is no one, and that any attempt to interrupt it is delusional.

In describing the assumptions he had conceived, he had no concerns whatsoever and had left everything behind. Because the two words of the answer always have priority over everything.

But now it’s like he’s afraid, and he doesn’t know what’s affecting him, and he’s become concerned about it and he’s not 100 percent complete.

He used to be like a flash drive that you read, and now important files are locked.

Q: What about the second? Can’t you just literally leave? I’m sorry.

It’s like he’s come from a moment of stagnation, looking at the summer and saying, “When did he say he couldn’t leave?” I’m sorry.

The summer cold said, “It’s not a zero chance of leaving…”

“Is it impossible for an event with zero probability to happen? I’m sorry.

It’s the summer’s cold that’s really what he remembers. Even the probability is zero and should not be allowed to happen from any point of view.

Tang’s eyes are filled with confused summer colds, which further explains: “If a dot can shake all integers, then the probability of a positive integer 1 is zero. But you can’t say that shaking out the positive integer one is impossible. I’m sorry.

The summer cold was still in a circle of probability, and Tang laughed, and said, “This is just a mathematical game and a joke from the bad guys.” This is just a side illustration of the fact that, in the infinite length of the steps, there are only certain steps, and it is likely that one step is the exit. I’m sorry.

The difference between “probability zero” and “probability” is slightly understood by the math idiot. And Qinvie seems to have noticed some of the fog on the ground, and is in my mind.

Tang Zhi said that the next period was mainly one step forward and one waits for the arrival of the Yellow Steel.

The four men walked and stopped for some time, and the ground was drenched with the height of the climb. The summer cold can’t help but look at that corner as it passes through those fibre-bearing ground, but it still doesn’t speak.

It may have become clear to his heart that even he has said nothing, and why do you have to do this?

Summer is like this.

Tang Chi asked a question: “Do you feel your beard growing? I’m sorry.

Summer was also the first time that he realized this, and he touched his chin, or was the first to come to the classroom, just shaved, and was in a bit of a jittery state.

He suddenly had a goosebump because he knew that he was the type of man with a particularly strong beard and that he would have grown to a particularly exaggerated length if he had not shaved for three days. The initial period of time to come to the classroom was bewildered by the riddles of the time, and it was only before the question had come to mind that it had become increasingly creepy.

Tang thought I was growing slowly, but now it’s almost time to stop. Qinvie, Lemon, I’m just asking, how many days before you come to class? I’m sorry.

Quincy looked up and looked at him with a very dramatic look and said, “I don’t remember. I’m sorry.

She looked to the lemon, and the lemon strangled the eyebrow, and her hands were on the temple, and she said, “It was supposed to be the next day.”

Tang Zhu noded and said, “This means that the cycle of life after we have arrived in the classroom has stalled, and this is…”

Tang Chi hasn’t finished yet.

There was something in the eyes of Qin Wei that flashed, and she touched the head of the lemon and said, “Okay, don’t think, don’t think. I’m sorry.

The lemon’s hands swung over his head and grabbed his long hair, and he said, “There’s something missing and there’s something missing in my head…”

And the eyes of the lemon went blind, and she looked at Qinwei, and said, “How long have I known you?” I’m sorry.

Quinvi sits next to the lemon and pulls its hands off its head and puts them in its own hands. She went over and over the lemon’s hair and said, “Well, let’s not think about it. I’m sorry.

The lemon shakes his head and says, “Tell me, Qin.” Was it the first time I asked you that question? I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei smiled, and made the head of the lemon clear, saying: Yes. Almost lemon. Get some rest. You’re too tired. I’m sorry.

The eyes of the lemon faded, and she was tired of nodding her head, lying on the table and fell asleep very quickly.

The end of this scene is in the eyes of Tangzhi. Tang Chi didn’t talk at all, but the summer cold knew what he was counting from his moving fingers.

And when the lemon fell asleep, Tang took a picture of Qinwei’s shoulder and said, “Are you going to carry her?” I’m sorry.

Quincy noded his head, carried the lemon on his body and got up and started climbing. Then Tang Zhi turned back and laughed, and said, “How long have you known him?” I’m sorry.

The summer was frowning, and he was thinking, “Who the fuck remembers? I’m sorry.

After 30 minutes, the four men have come unexpectedly to the 240 steps. The summer winter had already produced a more obvious sense of fatigue, and he had seen it, and his strength would not be much better. According to the previous pattern, Tang Tsing should have one or two hours to wake up and be asleep soon.

And then it was another situation.

Tang Chi said, “Theoretically, the Yellow Steel is less than 10 minutes away. Let’s get this over with. According to our previous reasoning, when the steel beads arrive, they close their eyes. I’m sorry.

“It’s that simple.” I’m sorry.

“It’s that simple. There are only two results. The first is a theory, so there’ll be a yellow bead in the water and the water level will rise to eight steps. Either the reasoning goes wrong, the water levels rise, and we drown together. I’m sorry.

“That was a direct result. I’m sorry.

“You have to make a choice. The choice always ends differently. I’m sorry.

And the winter looked at the lemon in its sleep, and said, “What if you say the lemon wakes up suddenly and looks at the pearls?” I’m sorry.

“I’ve got Qinvi watching her.” I’m sorry.

The summer was cold and noded, and then the eyes were closed.

The results are indeed very simple. Hypothetically, yes, live. No, die. In fact, after so many years, the summer cold has been abetted by the possibility that death will always exist. On the contrary, it is even stronger: can we not live in the end when we have come so far?

Unfortunately, it is not up to him to decide with or without it.

The summer winter was completely relaxed for some time, and the whole man was completely paralyzed in his chair, and suddenly he heard the Tangs whispering, “Come.” I’m sorry.

Yeah.

Yeah.

It is clear from the summer cold that steel beads are approaching, and the sound now is clear that it has not yet divided.

The sound of steel beads is becoming clearer and brighter, and yellow arcs have begun to appear in the summer cold, which can feel five seconds before they fly past him.

The sound’s so intense!

It was clear to the summer cold that two steel beads were jumping, his scalp was numb and his pulse was moving violently.

The summer cold was in a state of fear, and the whole man couldn’t help but beat it. If the schizophrenia still emerges, the beads will soon fall on their faces like a storm!

As long as the cleavage does not disappear as observations cease, everything will be over in ten seconds.

The voice of Tangzhi has become more bright, but it has remained steady and has been a powerful way to restore the chilling heart of the summer. He said, “Do not open your eyes. I’m sorry.

It is true that the sound, though concentrated once, has not continued. And the new one is much different from the first one, more like two pearls.

He said, “Don’t open your eyes. This is nothing but the sound of the second steel bead falling. The reasoning remains valid and the copy is not generated. I’m sorry.

The summer cold came back to mind and stuck itself in a chair, like a piece of cast iron. However, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the front, and it would have been someone who had stepped on the table.

Tang Zhi knocked on the table two times and said, “Qin Wei.” I’m sorry.

The sound of Qinvi has come from afar and can be seen as a state of re-breathing after intense exercise. She responded softly to Tang administration, saying, “No problem. I’m sorry.

The sound of steel beads dropping to one…

There’s only solitude.

After a while, Tang Soo-hyun said, “You can open your eyes.” I’m sorry.

As the summer winter rose, Quincy came down at the height, reaching out his right hand and delivering a black umbrella bead to the heart of Tangzhi.

Qinvi, who looked in shock in the summer, said, “Wait! You didn’t catch a steel bead with your eyes closed, did you? I’m sorry.

Turning back, Qin Wei looked back and said, “Yes?” I’m sorry.

The summer winter felt, at some level, that whether Qin Wei was enemies or friends, it was too reliable.

She doesn’t feel the same way she does you. Tang Tsai’s concern for other matters is less, but not less. If you come to a dead end, you can still read the pain in his eyes and the anxiety in his eyes. It’s just that when he gets the answer, all the shadows disappear.

Even so, for ordinary people, Tangzi is no surprise. His efficiency and dedication have reached the rank of inhumanity.

But Qinvi, it’s true, it’s completely indifferent.

Water level rises, steel beads fall, replicated face. In any scene, in any event, Qinvi smiles at the most, or does it with no face and cleanness.

For example, to catch an empty steel bead.

The lemons are shaking, pale and sometimes fainted because of emotional emotion. But Qinvi will keep it that way and…

And she hardly needs sleep.

Contrary to the inexplicable sleep of the King, Qinvi would be able to return to a state of full energy with a little rest on the table.

From the moment Qinye received the pearl and delivered it to Tangzhi, the eyes of Tangzhi fell on all the pearls and Qinye. Summer had noticed the look in Tang’s eyes, and there was nothing there.

He’s just in pure thinking.

Tang looked at the beads and banged on the table and suddenly broke the silence saying, “There are two things wrong with the beads. I’m sorry.

“I have reminded you of the problem of the white steel beads, but you have been neglecting them selectively.” I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s not just about white steel beads. Let’s retrace the colours of steel beads, white, blue, green, cyan, red, red, yellow, black. Except for black and white, the other colours follow strictly the RGB color pattern…”

Tang Chi said he looked at the summer cold.

Quinvy looked at Tang’s mind, and suddenly he saw the heat.

He said, “Look at me! Look at what I do.” I’ve really heard of RGB colours, but it’s a three-color mix of red, green and blue. That’s what, 000, three-color, black. I’m sorry.

And he said: What is the matter with me? Am I wrong? I’m sorry.

Tang thought noded and said, “Well, then I went on to say that if you press the eight colors from 0 to 7 in the RGB color pattern, you can generate a sequence of octa-digits, and you can express valuable information. The only obstacle is…

Quinvy said, “Longer. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhi started by saying, “Yes, it is a little longer to express the decimal number in its own octal, and at least 10 more steel beads will fall if you want to continue with the octal. But even without a replica, each time a steel bead falls. And the amount of steel that we can withstand is eight. I’m sorry.

He said, “So we will drown before we know what time, right?” I’m sorry.

Donkey nod.

Qin Wei’s got right cheeks and a little lost in his eyes. It’s been a very difficult time for Qinwei, seen in the summer.

Her head sank and she was raised, and she ended up with a yawn in her eyes. She asked, “What is your interpretation of black and white beads?” I’m sorry.

“I can’t ignore them until now. I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “This is a key message that you can easily ignore? I’m sorry.

“It’s just a temporary neglect. I’ll make a further judgment when a new bead falls. I’m sorry.

Quinvy didn’t answer. She closed the curtains completely. She was lying still on the table and seemed asleep. Unlike Qinwei, who is in a state of discomfort, the sleeping Qinwee looks a little less cold and a little softer.

He said, “I also have the pleasure of seeing Qin Wei’s eyes…”

Tang Chi said, “Look at that later, help me pull down all the cell phones. I’m sorry.

The summer winter noticed that some of the steps near them were already clearly damp, and that the walk was more careful.

“Does not have any of these phones? I’m sorry.

“These phones are useless because of the damp drops on some of the steps. You open them up, there’s some parts I need to use. I’m sorry.

Noding in the summer, the first cell phone was being removed to notice that some of the removed batteries were different.

The lithium batteries … seem to be missing a small part of the shell.

After a few seconds, he was busy handing it over to Tangzhi, who said, “Replicating is a mistake. It’s a cell phone out at what level and let me think about it.”

It looks like we’re running out of time. Because it’s been a long time since Tang Chi…

He said: Go, follow me down. I’m sorry.

When Tang Zhi was talking, the lemon had his hair fixed and he sat up…

“The lemon wakes up and brings her down.” I’m sorry.

The lemon rubbed his shoulder and said, “It’s so acidic, I’d like to go down there. I’m sorry.

He knocked on the table and said, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.

The three men went down dozens of steps and Tang was suddenly stopped. He threw the missing battery on the desktop and said, “This is where the phone was, and it appears that there was a copy error at this stage. This must be valuable. I’m sorry.

Summer chills.

He knows what this step is, and he understands that it’s not as simple as that, because the fibers on the lemon dress are embedded on the floor of this scale!

And the lemons seem completely unconscious, and they’re still walking straight down. She walked through those blue fibers and suddenly she had a head.

The whole lemon was stuck, and the summer was salivating.

Tang Zhi did not know what had happened, and he looked back and saw a gruesome face of lemon and a gruesome summer cold.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “I remember…”

“What do you remember? I’m sorry.

The lemon broke the Tang mind and held his head and said, “I remember.

When I heard that, the lemon suddenly subsided and the look became natural. Her nervous state was completely relaxed, and she no longer looked in the face, but turned around and said, “My Lord Qin.” I’m sorry.

Quinvy came down from above and touched the lemon’s cheek and said, “Okay. It’s okay. I’m sorry.

After such a short time, did Qinvi wake up?

The summer winter was well aware of Qinvi’s ever-cracking hair, but it was the first time that he woke up from a state of fatigue in less than five minutes.

He said nothing, but put his chin on his chin with his two hands, and looked down on the table and watched Qinvi whisper in the lemon ear. The summer cold also thought that Tang had been restless until he noticed that Tang’s finger was banging on the back of the other hand.

His thinking must be working at a high level, and it seemed that he was taking a little bit of care of what he had just said about lemon.

After he had watched it with his head down and his eyes wide open, and calmly, he asked, “Can I ask you some questions?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy turned around and said, “Question.” I’m sorry.

And Tang thought, “No, not you, but the lemon.” I’m sorry.

Quinvy looked at the lemon, and the eyes of the two turned the wrong moment. Sitting aside and lying down on the table, Qinway seemed a little tired, repeating what he said: “Question.” I’m sorry.

It seems that Quinvy hasn’t been completely awake yet, but it’s like he’s in a deep sleep saying “I feel” to lemon, and then he wakes up and comes up from above.

The summer cold had just made a simple assumption in his mind, but he could not imagine the possibility of its creation. If there is something hidden in Qin’s body, the summer cold is sure, at least not to kill them. Otherwise, there would have been no need for her to turn her back.

The lemon grabbed the back of the chair hard and she was a little nervous when she bit her lips. And in front of her, Qin Wei, she’s asleep.

Tang’s eyes are clear, but they don’t seem to have feelings. He looked at the lemon, but the lemon didn’t look him in the eye.

“What do you want to ask? I’m sorry.

“A small question, did you wash your dress?” I’m sorry.

Lemon looked down at his dress and shook his head.

She said, “There’s nothing to change and wash…”

Tang Zhu noded and asked: “Do you mind your hair?” I’m sorry.

Lemon’s hair had been cleared once by Qinwei, but it was still slightly disordered. The lemon shakes his head, and says, “I will not do my hair in the absence of Qin. I’m sorry.

“Does it feel cold? I’m sorry.

And the lemon said, “I… I think it’s a little bit weird, though it’s depressing. But the temperature’s pretty good. I’m sorry.

The summer cold felt like an open question, no core, no clarity. But Natsumi believes that Tangzi’s questioning must have his own reasons, and the answers he really expects … should not have been forthcoming.

Tang Zhi sat at the table and said, “Do you know this dress? I’m sorry.

The lemon stares at Tang’s black shirt for a moment, and she frowns, and she says, “It’s all about a little bit of an impression. But let me say exactly what I saw there…”

Tang Zin leans towards his body, and his finger slams on the table, and the sound and frequency is growing.

He asked, “I’ll give you a few keywords, see if you can remember. I’m sorry.

The lemon seemed a little tweaked, and she just nodded.

Tangzhi stood up and spoke from low to clear, and then returned to his deep voice, and he used his volume with great restraint and skill: “The Wave, the Music…”

Lemon looks a little different.

“Barrells, rhythms, corridors, shouts, sand and salt…”

Lemon hands rubbing on the temple and the pain in the eyes.

“The deck, the curtain, the black and white, the sailor…”

Tangzhi’s voice stopped while his finger was stalling, and he looked at the eyes of the lemon and said, “Lew, who is the owner of this dress?” I’m sorry.

At last, the tears in the eyes of the lemons became unbearable, and when she bowed her head, she shed tears in two rows. She shook her head and said, “I remember. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to say it. I’m sorry.

And the sun was stomping on his lips, and he sat back in his place and waved his hand, saying, “Nothing, you did well. I’m sorry.

The lemons were still swallowing, and she murmured, and she kept saying, “Sorry…”

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry…”

Tangzhi comforts the lemon while putting on the missing, abnormal phone. It was not until the lemons were flattened and the summer winter passed and she began to talk as naturally as before that that a little bit of disappointment appeared to the Tang administration.

This disappointment was revealed once in his eyes when Qinwei suspected him. It’s just now lighter, shorter.

Sometimes the summer cold wonders how powerful the past is to live in peace in a world beyond this distorted teacher.

After all, he seems so tired in dealing with many people.

The summer cold actually divides the curiosity from the real meaning of the questions that Tangzi has just made. Ten minutes later, the summer winter came and watched Tang Zhi simulated a parabola on his cell phone and kept typing codes to correct the curve.

The summer cold didn’t mean to disturb the feeling in his mind, and he was just whispering, “Being busy?” I’m sorry.

Tang Jing smiled, and he put his phone on the table and said, “It’s okay, it’s just a revision of the steel bead movement model. I’m sorry.

“I’m just wondering, why did you just listen to God? What’s this about?”

Tang Chi said, “I’m just trying to get the lemons in the right direction.

As we speak, there is another noise coming from the bottom, which is a little tingling.

The sound of the summer chill is a little bumpy. It wasn’t the first time that this voice had arrived, and he had his arms rubbed around and said, “What is this noise?” I’m sorry.

Tangzhi shakes his head and says, “I don’t know…”

He picks up the missing phone and says, “Now that the Black Hand has the ability to make a perfect copy, no mistakes have been made from past experience. So what’s happening on this level is probably a hint.”

He’s like he’s talking to himself and he says, “What’s wrong with this?” I’m sorry.

Summer said, “What if it’s just a mistake of the wrong mind…”

“From an original sample, I believe the black hands are capable of maintaining correctness. If understood simply from the point of view of `missing’, it can only be the content of a previous copy, allowing errors to accumulate over time to lead to such a serious error. I’m sorry.

The summer cold does not disturb the mind of the mind. Ten minutes later, Qinyi, lying on the table, rose up. She had a little movement on the joints of her limbs.

In any case, Qinvie is really good!

The summer cold said, “Is this awake?” I’m sorry.

Qinway naturally said, “How long will it take?” I’m sorry.

The summer cold did not know how to answer her, nor had he not seen him who was too energetic, but it was the first time that he could almost abandon his sleep like Qin Wei.

Quinvy turned around and said, “How are you guys talking about lemon?” I’m sorry.

The lemon lifts up the face with tears and smiles, “It’s good, it reminds me of something. I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “It’s best to remember, and if you can’t remember, don’t push yourself. I’m sorry.

Lemon noded without answering. Qinvie put her right hand in front of the lemon, and the lemon smiled and bit it on her index finger.

It’s like a promise, an oath, a ritual. Although it is not possible to read the intent of this move for the time being, there is always a deep sense of it.

The voice of Tangzhi came from behind and he said, “If you wake up, look for something.

Quinvy promised to stand next to Tangzhi and watch his phone curve.

Tangsy pointed to these curves and said, “The camera function of my multiple phones paints a motion model of steel beads by recording their parabolic lines. In this model, however modified, the initial white and last black steel beads appear rather abrupt. These two pearls seem alien to the entire space. I’m sorry.

And he said, “Do you have any idea of the unusual motion of these two pearls?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “Now that you have given up the message of “black and white steel beads” for a while, their abnormal track is largely negligible to you. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi knocked on the table and said, “Well, look at this slightly damaged cell phone and this whole floor. I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “It’s a little complicated… it’s a matter of whether the copy failure was intentional or unintentional, while the intentional failure is a consideration of misleading information…”

While the two were discussing the copying of the wrong cell phone, the summer cold left time to continue to look through the cell phone that Tang thought had given him earlier, which contained hundreds of photographs. And when he turns to this level of photographs, he takes a little extra care.

He’s looking for a good angle, a comparison of the picture with the picture he’s currently seeing, and a change after that moment.

It was only when his eyes looked at the lower edge of the wall that a critical point of gross negligence was detected.

The location of the wall in the picture, the letter “A” belonging to the summer winter itself, is as usual painted as the rest of the floor. And on this floor, it’s gone!

When he confirmed that the letter “A” previously embedded in the wall had evaporated into empty space, the summer salivated and shouted, “A is gone!” I’m sorry.

The two men and the lemons that are under intense discussion turned around and Tang Chee was the first to say, “What’s A? I’m sorry.

He said: Yes, it should have been by the wall! I’m sorry.

Tangzhi ran to the place of summer winter and said, “When did I take a picture of every wall below?”

Tang caressed the flat walls and felt nothing. And that is the true disappearance of the writing, more like the whole wall being smitten away.

“It’s the 274th floor, and he’s got a value for it. The problem is that there is not much time left for us to study this layer. The water level is still 193, but once it passes seven more times, it will be completely flooded. I’m sorry.

Quinvy stood up and looked down at the wall and said, “When it comes to the surface, have you not heard an abnormal sound?”

And so he said, “I heard it, but it is not yet at the heart of the problem. I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “This is just like what I was worried about, and you will deliberately avoid some factors. Even if you’re a very detailed person, you don’t give up on anything. You’ll still deliberately ignore something.”

Tang Chi interrupted Qin Wei, and he looked at Qin Wei’s face for the first time in his eyes. He said, “I did not turn away from them.” They are simply not allowed to be considered for the time being, and we must always focus on the most valuable.

Qinvie also looks at Tangzhi and doesn’t know what they’re thinking when they look at him. It’s just that Qin Wei didn’t answer, and she’s just wearing her lips.

After two seconds of silence, Tang thought, “I have less than two years to wake up, give me a moment, and I will untie them all.” I’m sorry.

For the first time, his apathy was so sincere, it was like begging for trust. The summer winter felt that perhaps Tang Zhi knew that only Qin Wei would never trust him unconditionally in this room.

The summer cold will of course trust Downshine. In fact, summer winter will trust anyone willing to help him. His idea of a person is quite simple: if you’ve never hurt me, I’d rather believe you than ever.

He’s pretty confident in his instincts and he’s still sensitive to the “identity” thing. He believes that Qinvi and lemons will not harm him … At least he still does.

Sometimes the summer cold gives rise to a illusion, as if the lemonade were unwittingly called into question. In all his true and rich memories, there’s not a single person who’s even half-symmetrical. But he still feels like he’s known Tang Chi for a while, at least a few days.

Quincy still doesn’t answer when she looks at Tang, but Natsumi sees the conclusion in her eyes.

She’s willing to believe him, temporarily.

Tangzhi’s ebbing of time was like a long-standing wish. He had time to relax like this, only once before, when the summer winter just woke up from a consolidated 320 classroom. He looked at him in the summer, as if nothing had yet happened, and left behind all the perils just now.

“I’ve made a theory that perhaps the last time I woke up.” About this missing interface and steel bead. I’m sorry.

When he spoke this time, everyone would listen.

Tang Kyaw has an index finger that says: “According to previous information, there is no obvious error in the room ‘ s reproduction from the same blue book. We see this layer of error as the cumulative consequences of error. Then it is highly likely that this layer will be used and passed on for a long time throughout the classroom system…”

Quinvy said, “Why does it not continue to be copied from the most primitive of these?” I’m sorry.

The frequency of Tang Zhu hitting his finger increased, and he raised the volume and said, “Destroy.” I’m sorry.

He looked around and said, “When this layer is replicated, it is very likely that the original blue book will be destroyed. If the stand-alone layer is made of an ordinary steel, the two parts that have just been crucified will certainly be destroyed with the demolition of the building. If this layer is a node common to both spaces…”

The summer cold finally understood, and he swallowed his spit and said, “So when the next merger happens, the place will break apart.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi noded his head.

“What if we stand on this level? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know. At least not yet. There is a risk of being separated from the classroom and of being crushed together with the layer itself, or other unperformed conditions. Now the question is, if this layer is as connected to two spaces or as a door to a place, where does it lead? I’m sorry.

Where? It’s an open question for Tang Zhi, and who can answer the remaining three?

And the answer is precisely the key to leaving… is to decide whether or not to stop at this level.

“The second guess is about steel beads. In the light of an earlier hypothesis that there is no lethality in the classroom, plus my assumption that steel beads are likely to carry information. So I think the fall will stop in eight. I’m sorry.

He put all the steel pearls in his pocket on the table, and counted them at one point, saying, “In RGB colour, black represents 0, blue represents 1, white represents 7. In the end, these pearls form an octal number. If you convert to a decimal, the magnitude is about five to seven in ten. If this scale symbolizes time, I prefer seconds. I’m sorry.

Tang Zhu looks at the steel ball and says, “If you have any further speculation: 320 classrooms indicate that the classroom will provide a precise and measurable moment. So the octal ultimately represents the countdown of the last steel bead after it’s gone. I’m sorry.

The key messages have been given in the light of the downplay. And it was as if he had finished it as a relief, and then he rose up and reached out three fingers again, saying, “There are some that remain, I will explain to you separately.” I’m sorry.

He now whispered in his ear for a moment, and only said, “I’ll give it a try.” I’m sorry.

He then spoke to the lemon for a while, saying that the lemon was just a hard spot and no answer.

Finally, he came to the summer cold.

The summer cold was a little panic, and the scene reminded him of the moment that teachers left alone in the middle school era. He has no idea what he will be punished or entrusted.

And so he came to the cold and said, “Do not stay away from Qinwei, if possible.” And be careful with the naked. I’m sorry.

When he heard the sound of the heat, he kept his voice down and said, “Where are the naked?” I’m sorry.

He said, “I’ll meet you sooner or later. I’m sorry.

In the end, Tangzhi returned to his seat and began to look at the humid face of the far side as if it were a mirage.

The rest of the time is spent waiting. It would be fair to say if Tang was able to judge whether it was worth staying at this “wrong” level at a sober time. If he did not wait for a decisive outcome, the time would be unknown.

Soon, the next steel bead came, a blue one. All four were blinded and were filmed on his cell phone. In this period of time, the damp steps have become more serious, the tables and chairs have become wet, and far from the area has become mist.

After the new blue steel beads, Tang Zhe started banging on his cell phone and at the same time, the fog in the upper layer was so severe that it was going to go down, that it was going down in the stream.

And when the stream flows through the wrong 274 layer, it all penetrates along the entire floor. The long stream was cut off at this time.

The summer cold looked like a filter and said, “Don’t you think this is a little weird?” The water’s all gone down here…”

Tang Chi didn’t look up, he was still staring at the handler’s screen. His voice appears tired and exhausted and may well be the end of the crossfire.

He said, “This floor is like a door. If water can be left and other objects do not penetrate, perhaps this is also a screening door. I’m sorry.

He picked up his cell phone, pointing to the source of the current above, and said, “I calculated the rate at which the current was growing, and found that the effect on the water level of steel beads was similar to that of the Fibonacci. I’m sorry.

Tang’s voice is getting lower and he’s almost on the table, holding on in a rather twisted position: two hands in fists under his chin, and then he’s breathing down.

Quincy looked back and said, “Don’t think at this moment…”

Tang Tsing was very tired and was afraid that the next turn would fall from the table. He said, “It’s all right. We can say a few words. I just figured out that there was an error in my hypothesis, linked to the node. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

Still no answer.

All three stood up and watched him sleep completely on the table. His mobile phone was pushed to the side at random and was still breathing with light green fluorescent. A line of fine code is on it, which is the heart and the crystal of Downsight, but unfortunately no one but him can read even a star and a half.

Two hours and 10 minutes after the blue pearl fell, Tangzhi fell asleep.

For him, unfortunately, there are things that are destined to be lost in this way. This is how the puzzle is solved, and the gap between 100 and 95 per cent is one and zero, and as long as there is a small missing link, the previous construction will be in vain.

Fortunately, everything that the three remaining men are facing is beyond the expectations of Tang. It may be that he fell asleep as if he had fled in disguise.

He choked back when he was at the side of his mouth.

The last sentence left behind by Tangzhi is no longer known. What is the link between this layer, which symbolizes the node, and the answer to that question as he falls asleep?

People looked at each other silently, and the summer cold tried not to give up, but the conclusion was clear: as in the past, there was a passing out of sleep.

The summer winter then struggled a few times, and he grabbed Tang Chi’s phone and tried to read even one useful message from the leftover code. But it is also doomed. Sleeping Downs left a safe full of answers, and he was the only one who knew the code.

The summer winter finally ended and accepted the fact that Downsight was completely asleep. He asked, “Now what?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “Then wait. I’m sorry.

And he asked: “What wait?”

Qiny pointed at the pearls on the table and said: “At least until the beads, as he said, have stopped completely. If he had just calculated the danger and thought that we should not continue to wait, the first sentence should have been called out in his character. But as things stand now, we have to wait. I’m sorry.

After she went up, she said that the upper poaching class, the drop of the ceiling, had been turned into a tardled bead. She reached out and took a drop of water and looked at the water in her hand for a long time.

The lemon rose up and said, “Mr. Qin, what’s wrong? I’m sorry.

Qin Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei She kept her eyelids down, and she ended up walking down and saying, “Nothing. I’m sorry.

And she looked at him and said: Put a garment on him, and it will be cold. I’m sorry.

A black T-shirt with a lemon’s hand on it.

The summer cold sits behind Don’s body and a wave of fatigue comes up like a tide. He could not feel how long he had not slept, and his eyelids were heavy as lead. In fact, physical fatigue should have reached a certain limit long ago, but with a complete diversion.

The summer cold certainly wished to go to sleep now, but he still had a hidden sense of anxiety. It’s like a quiet water flow on the ground, like one day it’s going to turn into a vast ocean, and it’s going to drown everyone.

And Qin Wei looked at him and said: Sleep if you are sleepy, and I am there. I’m sorry.

He hesitated for a moment, and he thought, “He can’t sleep without believing in Qinvi.”

He was already lying in his chair at the moment when the idea came out. He didn’t get past him. He slept very heavily.

In his summer cold dream, he returned to his young age with a cold wind and snow in the North, walking step by step in front of the snow in cotton boots. Dark red brick walls, frozen dirt roads, snow-covered rice fields. Faraway cooking smoke, sporadic barking of dogs, ripe corn on iron stoves. Everything in the dream seems so real, like a projection of the end of the childhood memory.

This is his home.

Summer cry out for Mom and Dad but no one responded. This may be just an empty old house. He spent some time in the yard and finally found a mirror in the snow pile of money from his home.

He purified the frost with red hands, and it appeared not on his own face. The summer cold has long looked at the mirror and is still unable to recognize the person in the mirror.

“Summer cold. I’m sorry.

He woke up from his sleep and saw the lemon standing before him shouting his name.

I don’t know what he’s sleeping in a cold sweat, and he grabs his hair and forces himself to wake up and turn around and ask, “How long have I been asleep? I’m sorry.

“The time of four pearls is about to fall fifth. Qinvi’s voice came from above, and she’s carrying the upper water with a bottle.

“I slept for 10 fucking hours.” I’m sorry.

Qinvi said, “It’s almost all right. I’m sorry.

“It may be that I am too tired.” I’m sorry.

“You’re still talking in your sleep…”

And the summer asked: ‘Dreaming words? What dreams?’

Quinvy said, “It’s probably about some of your childhood memories. I’m sorry.

The summer was a little awkward, and he knocked on the table like Tang Chi, and he was so busy thinking about a new topic, “Yes, what color are the new steel beads left behind?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “The one when Tang woke up was blue, black, yellow, green, red. I’m sorry.

The summer winter said, “This is supposed to be the water.”

Qinvy said, “It’s still acceptable, and it’s over 100 floors. I’m sorry.

The summer cold began to look at the currents flowing above, and it had become much harsher from the minute he fell asleep and could hear the sound of the water. It’s just like then, all the way to this layer will see into the ground.

Tang Chi hasn’t woken up yet.

Even if he had woken up, it would have lasted a long time in that bad state of affairs, so the summer cold didn’t particularly expect Tang Chi to be of immediate help. But he still felt that it seemed like he was sleeping longer and longer.

Close your eyes, the next bead is coming. I’m sorry.

Qinvie said the eyes were covered with lemons, and the summer cold consciously closed them.

When they confirmed that the steel bead was completely out of the water, Qinway opened your eyes.

Then, there was never even a single disturbance of light that started to blink. From top to bottom, the infinity of the lamp tube turns on the light and Ann, and a line of light from a distance goes out and goes up, like several black stripes on the ceiling.

The summer winter felt that the scene was familiar… the flashing light, the alternation, was like a replica of the original 320 of the 16 wrong windows. It was only this time that the number was higher, the change was faster and the corresponding changes became more evident.

And it was in this way that the next “merger” was informed, but now it is impossible to know what the “black hands” want to express from these changed lights.

The lights are getting more woven, and if the neon was just walking, it’s a mad dance! In the summer winter, he reacted by pulling out the phone he had previously left for himself, and was prepared to record it: even if the person present was unable to push the message, he would surely be able to get an answer when he woke up.

But he quickly abandoned it. Because at this moment when he pulled his phone out, he found that almost all the rags on the table looked like some kind of call, a full number of lights, a red spot and a bright “REC”!

It’s like a squire raising a torch, it’s like a town on the edge, it’s like a line of defence built by Tangsy, waiting to wake up.

The light on top of the head and the phone on the table is like a flashback, like some kind of invisible confrontation.

In the summer cold, it was largely assumed that Tang Tsing had not placed himself in the position of “the mouse”. He never felt like he was being played by applause, but he was more like a game explorer, a finder and a breaker.

It’s like he’s one step ahead of everyone.

Now that Tang Chi is ready for the change of light, the weight of summer cold can also be placed on steel beads if he can help.

Qinvie pulled out her cell phone and said, “This is a recently recorded track of steel beads, black. I’m sorry.

And it noded, saying, “The ball is blue, black, yellow, green, red, black.” The corresponding octal number is 1062440…”

He was not finished, and suddenly Qinvi and the lemons stopped, and then looked at him together, and a little bit of a cold in his frightful eyes.

Then he took a step later and said, “What is the matter? What am I doing? I’m sorry.

Qinvie took a look at the summer cold and took a breath and asked: “Are you the summer cold?” I’m sorry.

He said, “Will you not? I’m sorry.

Qinwei said, “How is it going so fast?” I’m sorry.

The summer winter said, “No, it’s no problem, just like the 999 scale. I’m sorry.

On the side of Qinvi, he said, “This is a very special point of time for the last steel bead from the light of mutation. If there were no accident, it might be the last bead. The number of octal is 106240, the decimal is…”

On her phone calculator she put two things on: “It’s 36,000.” It’s a test of Tangsy’s guess that the symbolic unit of time is the number of seconds, that is, ten hours. I’m sorry.

“From now on, 10 hours. I’m sorry.

She said, “A little more precisely than three and a half minutes ago.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold looked down at the ground, and the currents flowing up there continued to permeate. It is clear, however, that the area covered by water has increased significantly. It appears that there is a visible limit to the permeability of the surface … Thus, if the current above continues to increase the current speed, it is likely that this whole layer will not be present within 10 hours.

But Natsuki felt that if he had thought about it, Qinvi would have felt something and even the Tangs could have predicted it. And the other obvious question is: If Tang Zhu were to stand up to the “blind spot” hypothesis proposed by 320, then it was not the “0” layer that symbolized the blind spot, but did it mean that in 10 hours everyone would be subjected to an infinite number of copies?

If he was awake, he would surely bring all these questions to light and then wait for a reasonable and perfect answer from him. But now he won’t ask, and if he does, there’s probably no answer.

The summer cold was self-aware, and he would not do anything to presum it. But he’s confident in his memory, and he remembers clearly what Tang thought when he said in the cold 320 classroom: “The temperature is now an invisible constraint, which forces us to stay away from the edge of the classroom and more in the middle of the classroom…”

And ultimately, it’s the cold edge, which symbolizes the right blind spot.

In other words, it is understood that classroom use of harsh circumstances to force people away is largely valuable.

So where do you want them to stay away from the ludicrous current above and the stride below?

Most of the next time, it’s still waiting.

As Tang Soo found, physical activity becomes rather slow when you come to this classroom, mainly in the form of metabolic retardation. Almost no amount of food is sufficient for hunger, and there is usually no need to go to the toilet, shave, cut fingernails or, of course, have a physiology period.

The summer cold is beset by the thoughts that have just come to grips with it. And since that conversation between lemon and Tangzhi, the lemons have clearly been much more open than before, cleaning up most of the sensitivities, cowardice and vexation that preceded them. His conversation with lemons became easier and more natural.

Qinvie tends to look at the flow of water above and sometimes engages in chatting. At the most inexplicable moment of summer, she did not say any consolation, but merely extended her right hand to invite the winter to break her wrist.

As a result, the whole person was almost pushed to the ground.

He smiled all over his face and couldn’t even break a woman. Of course, he also knows that Qinvi is a woman who can carry lemons with one hand and walk down the stairs with no common sense.

The summer winter wondered why, once the lemon had spoken of her past, it would not be as emotional, weeping or hysterical as it had been, but it would still turn the subject around in various ways to avoid talking about it. And Qin Wei was completely silent about this part, as if he had heard nothing.

They’re all like Downshine, like people with no past.

The summer winter also paid special attention to the time: indeed, since then, the pearls have not continued to fall.

In the first hour of 10 hours, a water curtain was formed above.

In the third hour, the water curtains became significantly wider and the wave was much wider.

In the sixth hour, the curtains were about to turn into waterfalls, and the lamps were flashing again, with the whole, and the whole, the whole, the whole, the whole, the whole.

For the eighth hour, Don woke up with the huge splash of water up there.

Or, get ready to wake up.

He’s in the same sleepless state as he used to be, or he’s got his eyes around him, like he’s in some kind of stand-by mode.

The summer winter knew he had two hours left to wake up, but he still looked forward to some so-called miracles.

Because it could really last 10 hours.

The currents on the ground have been completely removed from this layer and have been transformed down into a 10-centimetre-high river, which eventually flows at the bottom. The speed of flow is still accelerating, so that in two hours’ time, the water may sweep everyone around.

Nine hours.

She stood on the table and fell down, a little heavy, and she said, “I hope he didn’t miss it.” I’m sorry.

What exactly did you say in Qinwei’s ear before Tang’s sleep? What is the value of what Tang Zhi commands to Qin Wei?

Just in the summer cold, there was a sudden noise in the currents above, as if someone had followed the water to the steps. He opened his eyes in the direction of the sound and saw a man in shorts, with his upper half naked standing in the upper water.

Men are taller and muscles look strong. And in this distance and in the mist of water, he was unable to see his face.

But he remembers what was warned before.

“And watch out for the naked. I’m sorry.

Tangzi’s words were ringing in his head, and he took a step back. Quinvy turned back and saw the man, and she jumped off the table and whispered in the lemon’s ear the first time: “Bear down.” I’m sorry.

“Who is he? I’m sorry.

Qinwei interrupted the summer cold with a gesture, and she stood in the water and looked at the man in the distance, as if she were an enemy.

The summer cold felt an emotion from her violent breath, an emotion very rare to her.

Qin Wei is afraid…

Quinvy grabbed a cell phone at the table, knocked it on the spot, and then broke the back of the lid with a hard slash. The movement remains clean, and solid polycarbonate plastics are being quickly hit into a small sharp instrument.

Qin Wei breathed and said, “You’ve come here all of a sudden…”

Then the man smiled, and said, “It was not I who came here, but you came to me.” I’m sorry.

“Oh, is this a new toy?” I’m sorry.

Qin Vyon looked at him and said, “Go away. I’m sorry.

The man shrugged his shoulder and said, “Mr. Qin, it’s already two rounds. Where are you going? It’s time to quit. Waiting for “three rounds” is more embarrassing and embarrassing. I’m sorry.

He looked over his head at the T-shirt on the table and noded and said, “Well, that’s good. I’m sorry.

The man is the owner of the dress? Looks like you’ve got something to do with Qinwei? And he looked over his head at the lemon, but found it holding his head, and the color was full of pain, like when he first saw her.

Even the slowest can see the delicateness of the atmosphere and what Qin Wei has created. The one who came was not good, and there was no escape, and the sun was smitten on the back of the lemon, but she was still holding her ears, and her eyes shuddered.

There must have been something between Lemon and Qinvi and this man…it’s just summer winter that doesn’t know if this is the best time to ask. The summer cold called out a few lemons but did not respond. He called Qinvy: “You, Qinvy.”

Quinvy interrupted the summer and said, “Run.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold looked at the naked men who were looking at them, and looked at the breathing of Qinway, and asked, “Where are we going? I’m sorry.

Quinvi pointed up and said, “Go up, as far as possible. I’m sorry.

The summer winter looked up at the heavy water curtains above and looked to Tang’s side and said, “What about him?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy didn’t answer. She ran towards a naked man, light as a fly-in. She leaped in front of him, and she threw out an edifice. The summer cold felt like if it were to be hit by Qinvi, the whole person would be beaten down.

But the man simply turned back, and his right hand strangled Qinvi’s ankle, and then threw her down like a kite.

Qinvie was thrown on the back of the chair, even if he buffered with his posture, he could see the pain caused by this blow. She stares at the people in front of her with her desktop, and her muscles are shuddering.

In the summer cold’s impression, Qinvi is like a slender, undefeated god of war. Never tired, never hurt, never afraid. But now the scene is as terrible as Tang’s sudden statement that there’s no clue, and Qinvi is clearly about to be defeated at any level.

The man looked at Qin Wei and said, “Look, Qin.” You can’t even hit one now. I’m sorry.

In the summer, he swallowed saliva and knew nothing about the man before him, but knew that he would be a short knife, sharp and light, and probably poking a blood hole out of everyone.

And all the puzzles, perils and tribulations that have gone through before are now as light as passing home. Having spent too much time among good people, the summer winter almost forgot its most painful tragedy, but it was a malicious one.

When men speak, the water curtain above is suddenly slit. This time it was clear how human beings emerged: the above ceiling slowly emerged, as if a person slowly melted out of the wall and eventually “infiltrated” it.

The second naked man came out of the water, and his face, body and clothes were exactly the same as the one that just happened.

They smiled and looked at each other and said, “Hello. I’m sorry.

In the summer winter, one thing became clear: What she fears is something other than this man, perhaps inexhaustible.

If only one minute before the man appeared, he could have a slightly optimistic view of the current situation. It is now fully aware of what is a desperate situation.

Every time a man punches, the beating is fierce, and the summer winter quickly becomes clear that this is not a sting or a simple fight. It’s a complete killing. Neither side has any bottom line or reservation, and if so, there is only one end: to kill the other. Almost every move between Qinvi and the naked man points to each other’s fate. It should not be said that neither of these two men is afraid to breathe in the summer cold, when they look in the distance in a state of shock.

To kill this kind of thing, Natsumi and Tangsy may not be Qinvi’s rivals, but if Qinvi doesn’t have the means to hire this man … And even if the other side has the advantage in numbers, it’s almost zero.

While the entanglement above is getting more intense, the cell phone in the summer cold pocket is burning.

Cell phone screens are moving through a line of shallow blue text, and all the machines around the summer cold are like before, breathing fluorescent.

Possible 1 – Exclusion.

Possible 2 – Exclusion.

Possible 3 – Exclusion.

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

Possible 65536 – exclusion.

And Qinvie is still fighting at her last twilight, and the sharp instrument she is grinding is being inserted deep into the arms of men and is bleeding down in the dark red. And men look like they don’t care, they just pull it out of their arms, and then they throw it away.

It’s like a piece of iron is squeezing. This is Qin Wei, and she won’t believe anyone but herself. If she was a song, she had already sang a song and had to sing it to the end, even before it even started. Qinvie washed her legs with water, and she couldn’t make a sound other than her breath, even if her feet were in the water. She was like a lion with two claws scratched, so self-respected that she wouldn’t lick her wounds, and she couldn’t even relax her eyes. Even if two replicas could easily hit her in the dead, the lion would not beg for forgiveness as long as her throat had not been broken.

The third replica is flowing from the ceiling above, and the summer cold knows that Qin Wei will soon be hurt all over, and that he can suppress the fear and anger in his heart, as if a person who has nothing to do was watching in silence.

I don’t know when the summer cold learned from Tangs. He knew that now that he was on his way would only be an additional burden for Qinvi, and a more appropriate time had to be found.

The rolling of the text on the mobile phone remains unstoppable, and it is within itself subject to countless possibilities of evolution and exclusion in accordance with the will of the master. Soon, the color of the text became dark green.

Far-off lights have begun to go out layer by layer, and it appears that the next few minutes may have been the next few minutes of this instability. Looked from the summer cold, from the top to the bottom of the lamp, and it was as if the shadow was flying under the ceiling.

“Exclusion process over. The light calculation program carries out…

The cell phone, after exporting this sentence, pops out a window with a countdown.

“Put out time: 274s”

The summer winter saw only 10 per cent of the electricity left on his cell phone, and he put it back in his pocket, and he looked up at the third replica and looked right in his face: he did not look at the summer cold at all, and the attention in his eyes was entirely on the already stagnant lemon.

Indeed, all the replicas from the beginning were either fighting with Qin Wei or scorning the lemon tiger. For them, summer winter and Downshine were completely outsiders and were never considered and planned.

He tried to pick up the lemon, and the naked man from afar would focus on him. And if he shouts “Qinvio”, he even draws attention to three copies.

“If there is no connection to Qinvie, my presence will not be noticed at all…” The summer cold found a key thread in this mess.

Outsiders who won’t be noticed, light algorithms, hot and hot phones, and…

For the first time in the summer, he felt that his mind was moving so fast, and he could not even believe that he could do so, almost for the first time in life, so clear and permeable. All the clues were like blocks in his brain, stacked and formed, and eventually turned into a key.

He inhaled deeply and felt he had found the possibility of breaking it, albeit so small.

Distressed Qinvi, sleeping summer cold, desperate lemon. But now there’s another person outside of everyone, like looking over at this painting, which is dark to cold.

This man is summer cold, normal summer cold.

The summer cold held its breath and allowed the lemon to lie flat on the chair. He tried to keep his feet steady, and the third replica was going in the direction of lemon.

He passed with that tall, poignant naked man and neither of them even looked at each other. The summer cold came to Tang’s body calmly, and he watched as he was still asleep half-sleeping and then fell down and carried him up.

“It’s so heavy…” At least it’s not summer cold that can take long. He can only walk and move up.

The lights were twinkling at the top of his head, and the splattering of water had created an unrealistic ecstasy in the summer. In front of him, Qin Wei was resting on the wall and trying to stand up again.

Her eyes and summer cold gathered once.

It’s like you’re saying, “Wait a minute, just a minute.”

Quinvy’s eyes are cold and there’s nothing in them.

The physical strength of both men also appears to have been slowly depleted, with actions and reactions much slower than before. Means of attack: elbows, fists, feet. The summer winter knew that Qin Wei’s will was like a sea of infinity. If there is no continuous replica to serve as a durable help, perhaps these two men will not be Qinvi’s rivals in the end.

But even if all three are the end of the crossbow, a fourth replica will appear from above. Sooner or later, the scales will be dumped.

Nobody gives a shit about the summer cold of Tangs. He moved step by step to higher ground and eventually crossed the curtains with a Tang sense. He put Downshine on the top of the table.

“Closed time: 30s”

Summer is the only source of information for these men, who are like mirrors.

It is also the only information that can win.

He went back down the stairs and put two fingers in the husk of the starter: mobile phones already smelled like shit and should have been largely the limit of performance. No direct contact, but the summer cold can imagine the heat of the present airframe. The scene was somewhat strange, as Qinvi was being strangled by the men behind her, struggling with the blood of men’s big arms. The summer cold was calm in front of her as if she had seen nothing, or as if she was standing on the steps.

She’s Qin Wei. She doesn’t know what tears are. So this second, and the next second, she won’t beg for summer cold to help her in any way.

“Closed time: 4s”

And the summer cold suffocated his voice, but indeed the sound was roaring. He said, “Go find the lemon.” I’m sorry.

He threw his hand and had a phone burning like a coal fire on the man ‘ s ribs, and the man ate the pain and opened his arm, but couldn ‘ t even scream, and suddenly a wind flashed.

That’s the cold fist of summer.

When a heavy fist hits the face of a man in the heat of the summer, he is struck in the face, and the man is struck in the face, unforeseeable and unprepared, and then he falls down the steps.

“Closed time: 0s”

Boom!

After a brief arc, all the lights on the top of the head were extinguished. The infinity of the stairs fell in darkness at once, and even the light blue fluorescent lasting on Donzi’s mobile phone was completely bleak.

In such a completely closed environment, the loss of the last light means the true darkness… That’s the whole concept of the night. Only people who have actually experienced it can understand what this darkness means.

The APP, called Listener, in the summer cold, says it adjusts to play mode and drops it down. The voice of Qinvi, previously recorded, is coming out clearly, and the noises inside the room began to get messy and noisy. The sound of fighting, of shouting, of shouting, of footsteps, of wrestling and of Qinvi’s speech is being heard in alternate directions. The summer winter knew that all the replicas would never find the real place for Qinvy, who was on his side.

In absolute darkness, two men passed by their shoulders, with a light high-five in their right hand, as if it were some kind of invisible gesture.

But he was shaking on his feet, and he did not know whether he was afraid or excited. All he knew was that Qinvi’s right hand was cold, but it had some kind of viscous liquid heat on it.

He feels his throat strangling and still can’t believe that Qinvi will be so hurt.

The sound of Qinvi’s prowling on the table is heard in the summer. The summer winter thought that if Qin Wei could really capture the steel beads of movement in the dark, then the following lemons should also be found with the remaining impressions.

He even stood by the water curtain for a while and was so confident that Qinvi would come back with lemon.

About a minute, someone shot him in the shoulder.

“Then what?” Qiny asks with the usual voice.

The summer was long and he knew that, according to Qinwei’s character, no lemon would ever come back alone. Now the lemon should have stood on her shoulder.

“Then what? I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “You’ve made such a big move, you should have finished it already.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold coughed and said, “It’s a lucky thing to finish what I thought, because it’s still in my guess. The sound down there has been a mess, but the summer cold has largely heard the movement of these clones from their feet. Darkness will not last them long, and physical constraints are bound to catch up.

And he said, “Take the lemon around the wet face, and I will try the rest.” I’m sorry.

What he assumed was that for the first time he had touched the surface of the water below with his hands, it had caused a sharp swing and an increase in the water, so would the humid ceiling amount to some kind of special, flipping “water”?

The summer cold has reached the table below the waterfall, where it barely touches the ceiling with its palms. The ferocious current almost broke him. His water quality was already poor, and even worse, he was strangling and feeling like he was being swept over and over all over.

It must be funny for him to look up on his toes and feel like he’s standing on his head. His palms are slowly entangling with the ceiling.

An even more intense column of water came out of the ceiling and hit the chest in the summer cold, almost shooting him down.

It was almost all over the earth, and the water surged several times so that the summer winter could not sustain the centre of gravity, and he fell into the stream and was washed far away.

The summer cold whispered in my heart, shit, and it finally made me a man so afraid of water.

He choked and even thought that he would drown directly. But Quinvy’s hand quickly grabbed his collar, and then dragged him out of the waves, to the side above the water curtain.

“Ahem, ahem…” And he coughed so hard that he didn’t want to try again in his life. He held the chair and shivered in a passer-ser, and left his head completely empty.

Thirty-four minutes after the ninth hour.

Twenty-six minutes before Qinwei calculated the time of the merger. In the dark, the summer cold began to lie on the ground like the other three, all too tired.

He felt like he was lying there for about a quarter of an hour, and the lights were flashing again.

Skin swabs are flashing from one of the lower steps to the centre, with a focus on two up and down.

It’s a real waterfall. And the side of Qin Wei was covered with blue cheeks, and he hesitated to say, “It’s good to just do it.” I’m sorry.

Then the cold stared at the flow, and looked at the wounds of Qinwee, and said, “It was a great shame that they did not wake up to praise you, Lord Qin. I’m sorry.

The summer cold simply tested the current, which was strong enough to sting his hands. He asked, “What now?” Tang Chi told us to stop on the 274 floor, but the speed of the current, it’s estimated, was crushed without even a second standing. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei asked, “How long can you hold back?” I’m sorry.

“A minute? Two minutes? I haven’t really tried it. It won’t take long. I’m sorry.

Qiny said: “Tell me before the Tang sleep, throw the beads down when necessary. Because the rate of increase in currents above is the same as the increase in the surface below which the beads are received. If we can throw steel beads in a more precise way, perhaps we can offset the impact of the current up and down by standing at 274 without being washed down. I’m sorry.

From the moment the cell phone woke up with the light, the summer winter believed that even if Tang was asleep, he would continue to guide everyone in various ways.

Don’t you know anything about what just happened? He is wasting his time in a state of darkness, and he is in a state of great ease and security. “How do you hold your breath?” I’m sorry.

Qinvie touched the cheeks of the lemon and said, “The lemon is almost awake, but he needs someone to help him with his nose and mouth.” I’m sorry.

And it was not yet time for the winter to answer, and Zhiv said: “I will come.” You’re too watery to protect yourself for me. I’m sorry.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

Qinvi is tearing up those T-shirts and dressing them up. She was cold and sweating on her forehead because of the pain. The words “doesn’t hurt” mean nothing.

The replicas are being hit down by the floods, one after the other. Can you tell me what those things are? I won’t ask for anything I don’t want to say. I’m sorry.

Quinvy looked up at her head and looked at it in the summer, and then he sunk it.

In the summer, he took a deep breath and asked, “Is it someone who was with you in class 220?” I’m sorry.

“You were separated because of him? I’m sorry.

“Did he get copied from the beginning? I’m sorry.

In the summer winter, a series of questions were asked, but Qinye ignored all of them, even once.

He knew that Qinvi would not say anything, but he didn’t give up and he kept asking, “If only he could say his name.” I’m sorry.

Quincy got up and shot the back of the lemon, and suddenly he smiled.

She turned around and said, “See you later.” I’m sorry.

The two words are very light, but they are pounding on the heart of the summer. He had never heard of that name, but he knew that the two words meant that, for the first time, Qinvi would perhaps set aside the secrets he had previously held, and give answers that he and Tang had long failed to understand.

“Do you know this man? I’m sorry.

He said: “I know everything about him. I’m sorry.

“What is he? I’m sorry.

She said, “You do not understand, nor do you need to understand.” I’m sorry.

“He and this classroom…”

Qinvi said, “The question time is over. I’m sorry.

I’ve come here to see that Qinwei will not answer any more questions.

The lemons were gradually defusing from the state of stagnating, and she saw Qinvi, smiling but bruised, suddenly rushing to hold Qinvi and crying.

Qin Wei just touched the head of the lemon and said, “Okay, it’s okay.”

In a moment of sad tears, time comes step by step to the next point. And the summer winter knew that the answer was half a step away, as long as the lead was in front of the fireworks, and now only a small flame was needed.

The Qinwei whispered in the water, and there was no desire to eavesdrop by the water curtains.

The sound of such deafening water was heard in the summer cold, and when a child was born under a dam on the side of a mountain, the water column was slammed to the ground, and the sound was that the whole rock was to be cut through.

He asked, “Do we leave here and go back to the world, if possible, and will anyone believe what we have been through?” I’m sorry.

Qinvie and the lemon came out almost simultaneously: “Yes, I will.” I’m sorry.

But the summer winter was soon childish for its problems, believe it? So what? For those who have not actually experienced it, even a good description does not inspire a little bit of it.

The memories belong to everyone’s exclusive, the oldest cellar in every wine park.

The lemon said, “Summer cold…”

She bowed down a bow near a straight angle, and she rose up with tears and said, “Thank you.” I’m sorry.

He coughed twice and said, “Why thank me?” I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “I heard Qin Wei say what you just did. I’m sorry.

And he shook his head and said, “You should have been grateful to him for much more than I did. I’m sorry.

The lemon sank and said, “Well…”

The attitude of the summer chill is that no one’s efforts, whether Qinvi, Tangzhi or Lemon, can ever be justified.

Qinvi softly knocks on two screens and says, “Well, it’s almost time. The next time I went in, the summer winter was at the top, the lemon was in the middle, and I took Don’s sense to the end. We’re going to borrow the current down to the 274, and then we’re going to stabilize the position by dropping the ball. I’m sorry.

“You’re letting the least watered first.” I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei looked at the summer and said: I think of you being washed down and able to see, and pull you up. I’m sorry.

The summer cold is irrefutable and an innocent place to answer.

Qinyy said, “There is a small problem. I’m gonna cover Tang’s mouth with my left hand and my right hand with the lemon so I can’t drop the pearl. These pearls can only be thrown by you. I’m sorry.

He said, “This is a small problem. And when did I drop it? I’m sorry.

Qin Wei-li said: “A man-made judgment. If you feel the water going down, throw more, and less. I’m sorry.

The summer cold saw the steel beads in their hands, and it would blow their lungs if they were awake now. In his character, he will be able to calculate the rate of flow speed in a precise manner, and the time for throwing steel beads will be three decimal places.

“Is there any more precision? I’m sorry.

Quinvy shook her head and said, “No. And one more thing, because you’re at the front, you’re needed to judge the layers with your eye. You have to observe the presence of the letter A of the corner of the wall, which is the only feature of the 274 floor. I’m sorry.

The summer cold nodded his head, and after a moment he asked, “Did you believe me a little bit? I’m sorry.

He looked at Qinvi’s eyes and suddenly found the answer: it was not how much Qinvi believed in him, but it was true that there were no more reliable people. Who else can he trust? Can’t you give it all to lemon?

Lemon? That’s a girl who can even scratch a steel bead.

Qin Wei tied Tang Chi to her back with her clothes, and she threw her phone aside and said, “Come on, it’s time. I’m sorry.

This is 70 seconds from the expected consolidation time.

The summer cold stood in front of him, and the lemon suddenly grabbed his right hand, and he looked back, and Quinvy pulled the lemon with his last right hand with bruises. Then, after the three men had been lined together, Quivi whispered, “It’s all right, I’ll hold you.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold was safe for only a few seconds, and he soon felt that the core of the formation was not reliable Qinvi, but weak lemon. Even if Qin Wei had the power, if the lemon were to be released, he would be washed clean.

He inhaled deeply and still chose to hold his breath into the curtains, and an unimaginable impulse hit his back. He felt like he was drifting on a mountain flood and quickly lost his weight and started rolling in the water. The three were dragged almost simultaneously into the flow, and in the chaos he remembered the hand of the lemon, because he believed that Qinvi would not let go.

In less than 10 seconds, the summer cold suddenly felt the air, and the water level here just reached the neck of the summer. He looked to the wall and there was no letter A.

Three men re-respirated in the water and stabilized themselves. The summer cold grabbed the back of the chair against the water running behind it and shouted, “Look here because of the water seeping!” The water is much lower than below! Just stand on the table! I’m sorry.

And it was only when he spoke in the summer that he realized that the water level was rising at a rapid rate visible to the naked eye. Quinvy shouted, “Throw steel beads!” I’m sorry.

When the summer winter came, the beads were pulled out of their pockets, and the water passed through between his fingers at a fast pace, and the beads rolled with the water.

And he looked at it, staring at it, and he heard Qinwei’s cry, “Who let you throw it all away?” I’m sorry.

The summer cold felt his whole body shaking, he stood up to the table with lemons, the sound of water was ringing down there, a visible white wave was tumbling down, and it was also rare that many of the drowned replicas were being swept out of the water.

This will be an unimaginable wave…

Qinvie shouted, “Hold your breath, find shelter, hide under the table!” I’m sorry.

After taking a breath of heat and watching Qin Wei re-divide to the surface with the Tang Dynasty, he pulled the lemon under the table. The next minute, there’s a flood on the waves. On a few occasions, the summer winter was almost swept over by the waves. He pulled lemons and table legs dead, and there was no nerve to relax at once.

Sasha.

Sasha.

The sound is quite familiar… This is the sound of leaves in the first 320 classrooms! With the clear sound of the leaves, the summer cold felt the tide faded and some strange change was taking place…

The merger should have started!

He felt that Qinvi was getting farther away from himself and that every inch of the classroom was twisted, stretching and extending. Each of the first steps is being staged as a slitted fan, and the classroom is being expanded to a layer like a kamikaze. Every stairway is like a line in a striped stripe of a dance dress, and a new line is derived, and each one spreads and splits endlessly!

The sound of sands and sands is still continuing, and even more so, the water is receding. The summer cold and the lemon rose slowly and found that the rise was not a ceiling, but rather a vast and remote space.

He looked around and the walls on both sides had disappeared and replaced them with new, horizontally replicated steps. And the steps that are copied are not entirely parallel to each other, but a little radians. In that case all the steps in the end are likely to be rounded up!

It was only after the summer winter that it was discovered that the present space was in the interior of a huge minarets, which he was standing vertically on the inner walls.

Gravity is distorted.

He and the lemons have been completely indifferent, and on top of their heads, what is invisible is the steps on the other side, which may be where they are also seen.

The summer winter went around and soon realized that the space was truly a terrible place: Tang Chi and Qin Wei were gone.

It’s possible that the first steps of the stairway were passed quite far away, and it’s also possible that as the water flows to the invisible position of the naked eye… It may even be possible to break away from this minarets at the time of consolidation. But anyway, these two are gone.

For a long time, he and the lemon had been in the throes of Qinwee, who had spent most of his time relying on the ingenuity and myths. Now all of them disappear with a merger, like a soldier who has lost his sword and horse and even his last nail.

Lemon. I’m sorry.

The girl, who was filled with curiosity, had not yet noticed the seriousness of the moment and was still looking up at the wonders.

“Don’t look at the lemon. I’m sorry.

The lemon groaned slightly, deeply shaken by this dreamy dome. She turned around and said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“The engine left the wheel here.” I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “Ah?”

He said, “Tang Chi and Qin are gone, and the rest is up to us.” I’m sorry.

The whole lemon man stayed there for a moment, and she looked around, and she said, “Leave it to you.” I’m sorry.

And he coughed, and said, “No, why is it me?” You gotta have a little faith in yourself. I’m sorry.

“I really can’t help. I’m sorry.

“How? I don’t know where I came from. Tell me who I am. Even a little bit?”

While the color of the lemon is still ugly, the response is now clearly much better than ever. She just hesitated for a moment, dying in a skirt, saying, “If you want to know, I’ll tell you about it. I’m sorry.

On the other side, Qinvi is climbing the steps with Tang Chi. In the light of experience, Tangzhi will continue to sleep for hours. Every step since she felt sorely in her legs, and the trauma caused by the recent fierce entanglement had not completely faded away, was a test and a suffering for her.

Space changes were not anticipated by Qinvi, and she thought they would take another form. But this is not a bad thing, and everything can continue along the pre-determined route, as long as it does not continue to get out.

Quinvy. I’m sorry.

She had no idea that Tang would wake up so quickly.

And the two fingers of Tangzhi have been attached to Qinvi’s neck, and the index finger and the middle finger remain in peace where it should be a living artery.

Through Tang’s finger, a strong vibrator is passing through. It’s a strong sound from the heart.

“Your heart beats too regularly. It’s like a procedural logic. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei looked at Tang Wing and didn’t answer.

“Tell me who you are and what you want.” I’m sorry.

He fell from Qinvie, and two mobile phones fell out of his pocket, all of which had been drained. He took out a pen from his pocket and put it on the floor, pointing at it, and asked, “Do you recognize this pen?” I’m sorry.

The pupils of Qinwei were strangling, and she took a breath, and she could not speak. But soon she calmed down and whispered, “How thorough and far ahead of me in your design.” I’m sorry.

Qin Wei-yee stopped looking at Tang-Zhu in her face, and she looked like she was lost and asked, “How much did you pay for being so powerful? I’m sorry.

Sitting down in the summer, he said, “You can be a little more simplistic and make it clear what the key elements of the meeting are. I’m sorry.

Lemon hands together say, “Well, well, we’re the third person to be at 220.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Did he then be copied?” I’m sorry.

The lemon shakes his head and says, “I don’t know. Qin says he gets more after a merger. At least once in 220. I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “I still hear his voice and his name, I hear his voice on the Qin floor when I hear it on the Qin floor and I feel pain. I’m sorry.

There’s something about a sensitive key point in the summer cold, but there’s a lack of clarity.

The lemon said, “I fear that after this merger he will become more.” I’m sorry.

“Wait a minute, you just reminded me. I just remembered that the Qin master said that there was a voice on the 0th floor, and you said that it was a voice of the Qin.

Node, Linked Space, Copy, See, Downheart, Pointer and Gravity…

The clues were re-engineered and evolved in his mind, and he never felt as smooth as he was now.

He touched the doorknob leading to an answer.

“I usually don’t remember what I lost. I’m sorry.

Qinwei smiled, “When did the design start?” First merger, or second merger now? I’m sorry.

On the other hand, it seems a bit astonishing to him to say, “Did you call this state a second merger?” I’m sorry.

Qinway asked, “What else? I’m sorry.

And he said, “I thought you had learned everything, and it seemed that the classroom structure had changed faster than you expected. I’m sorry.

The summer chill said, “I’ve got a point! This is not a merger! I’m sorry.

“This is not a merger. I’m sorry.

In two spaces where there is no desire to do so, summer cold and Downsight are speaking with a delicate coincidence of fairly consistent and consistent accuracy. They know nothing about it.

It’s like they’re synchronized on symmetrical mirrors, and they’re really good and complicated. Every person is a single, independent and complete play, but in his or her meditation, he or she seems to be led by something like that.

“This is nothing but the destruction of a node.” I’m sorry.

“Imagine that there are lots of irons in a bundle. I’m sorry.

The summer winter said, “Stand in two positions, a whole bundle won’t loose.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “If one of them, or 274 layers, is destroyed, the bottom of it will naturally spread out and become the current minaret. I’m sorry.

“The second place to exist is where we really should be when we merge.” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “This is what I call position zero, the blind spot I’ve proposed!” I’m sorry.

“That’s the blind spot that Tang Zhi has proposed.” I’m sorry.

Quincy looked at Tangzhi in shock.

The lemons are groaning towards the summer cold.

Like human beings, everything is new and dead. If the moment when the classroom becomes symmetrical mirrors is the first time that a baby is in the delivery room, one day, it will also have to go through a funeral in which there is no one to mourn.

No one will know whose name is last inscribed on the tombstone.

The truth.

Extermination and rebirth

The lemon stammered and said, “You, you, you, you’re summer cold.” I’m sorry.

In the summer, the cold returned to the breath of overexcitedness and said, “Of course it is. I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “Will you repeat what you just said?” I didn’t hear you or understand you.”

And the summer winter re-explained the theory of the Iron Sign in a more plain language, until the lemon was so conscious that he took a sip and said, “Oh.” I’m sorry.

Q: “Do you understand? I’m sorry.

The lemon shakes his head and says, “No. But the general meaning is clear. I’m sorry.

In the summer, he said, “It’s clear.” Now just know we need to go back to the zero. Let’s go. On the way you’ll talk about everything. I’m sorry.

“Well, where was I?” I’m sorry.

“As if you say you’re scared?” There’s a problem I’ve been confused for a long time. How long have you known each other? How long have you known Qin? I’m sorry.

The lemons take a deep breath and hold their silence. The summer cold only heard two people climbing the steps.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

The lemon shakes his head and says, “It’s okay, it’s just a little bit longer. I’m sorry.

A bright pillar of light leans down the steps ahead. If you look up at the centre of the tower, you can probably see a fine raster inside the tower. With the loss of the solar light from the ceiling, strong lighting continues to be provided within the classroom through this dispersion.

Summer cold and lemon return to the steps, and they are invisible to people across the shore, like a pixel without light on the phone screen.

Qin Wei looked into the eyes of Tangzhi and said, “I understand. I’m sorry.

Tang Zing was also facing her, with his finger on the table.

“From the first chalk, to the track of the steel beads, and then to your sleep, every move of yours has been designed.” I’m sorry.

And Qiny was restored to that kind of serenity, and she picked up the pen on the earth, and said in her hand: “You gave me the pen, and you tried me in the summer as a sleep at a certain time, and you made me carry you on my shoulder.” I’m sorry.

And she looked around her head at the cell phone on the ground, and looked at her and she said, “Your sleep is precisely calculated.” Even when you’re asleep, your hand is a chance to record information and push. Perhaps from the very beginning, you’ve treated “departure” and “undercover me” as the same weight. I’m sorry.

“But it can be said that your misdirection has been very successful so far. From the first two messages I received on the blackboard, I realized that you were probably not exactly a real person. Because I clearly sense that your writing and language habits have several different characteristics, you can be a complex, mixed memory. I’m sorry.

And Tang thought, on the earth, drew a round, and said, “If the human being is like a circle of pure colour, then you are like a palette. And I thought you were the real blacksmith — the designer — but I’ve been right since the beginning of that pen.

Qinwei asked: “What exactly did you write in the circle pen?”

According to Tang, “It’s a Chinese word with simple code 64.” The hacker must have the ability to read the code. I folded my pen core and put it in a paper pack with one sentence. “Can you restore this pen for me?” Could not close temporary folder: %s # I don’t know #

Tang Chi pointed to the pen in Qinye’s hand and said, “If the paper is left in place, you may be a black-handed advocate without power.” If the paper is lost and the pen core is recovered, it means that you have at least a part of the power of a black man. If the paper is missing and the pen is bending… it’s probably the black hands who are deliberately misleading us now. I’m sorry.

“And you. “You lost a whole pen.” I guess you couldn’t read the base64 code at all, and you just threw the whole pen away. I’m sorry.

Qiny Noded and laughed, saying, “It seems that anyone who loses to you may be right.” I’m sorry.

He said, “You will not harm anyone, no matter what, much less want someone to die. But you’ve never been willing to reveal anything about 220 classrooms and speed up the process. So I began to guess that you might be a simple, non-lethal misleading person. You just don’t want us to leave this classroom. I’m sorry.

“I watched you for a long time, and I used your phone to record your conversation with the summer cold.” An analysis of each sentence ‘ s potential meaning and potential. You don’t panic and get excited about the classroom. You don’t know much about the outside world. You’ve never seen the sea or the pool, but you’re amazingly good at water. You have an unparalleled body, and you can hear in the dark. I’m sorry.

So, the Tang administration says, one step forward, and says, “What are you, or are you?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy didn’t answer. She jumped back and the naked man was coming back. She slammed her legs like a chain to the back of a naked man.

In the moment when the man fell down, Qinvie was stinging and snorting for his ankle.

Quinvy was down at the table for a while and couldn’t lift his feet. And she said, “I and he were all the same.” I’m sorry.

Tang thought she was shaking, and he looked at Quinvy and said, “Sorry, I might have gone too far. You’re still more like a man. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei smiled, and she stood up and said, “You have no feelings for comfort.” Let’s get out of here. We’ll catch up again. I’m sorry.

“Oh? “Did the name of the infinity replicating organism come together?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

“Do you want me to help you?” I’m sorry.

Quinvy shook her head and said, “No, no. I’m sorry.

Qinvie’s shoulder belt on the right side of the black vest, on the right shoulder and back of the exposed wheat, drew the letter NULL with a thin pen.

The four letters emit light blue fluorescent, the insignia that will rise and fall with breath.

“These four letters are my past, my present and my future.” I’m sorry.

“We’ll see you soon.” Does he have one? I’m sorry.

Qinvi closed her eyes and noded her head.

The summer cold hears a long but missing story from the mouth of the lemon.

She said she couldn’t remember anything before 220 classrooms. But she still remembers that she and Qinvi lived peacefully for a long time. There is only Qin Wei with her in the midst of an immutable, empty and circular classroom. Until one day we all saw it.

The lemons are not known to see the source of the malice. All she knows is that Qinvi’s color has become more tense than ever before at the moment when this big man in a black T-shirt appears. And when she saw the look of Qin Wei, she was not afraid.

From the eyes of the lemon, there is a kind of… fanaticism and greed, which in instinct increases her sense of danger. Then Qinvie grabbed her wrist and jumped out with her.

And then it started a rather long flight.

Using 220 classroom characteristics, each of the 16 windows has different possibilities. But the number seems to be inexhaustible, even if it’s as powerful as Qinvie’s, there’s a day when it’s too late.

Then, in order to protect the lemon, Qinvi was prepared as a target to attract the attention of the replicas, and the two were separated.

“Wait a minute. “The summer cold hears what it’s all about: In other words, he should have been fighting for a long time. I’m sorry.

Lemon micronoding.

If the lemons are true, who’s Qinhi who was in class 320?

“Have you ever used blackboards in 220 classrooms?” I’m sorry.

The lemon shakes his head and says, “I write badly, and although I don’t have eyes, I actually have a slight weakness, and I can’t read the text on the blackboard just a little further.” I’m sorry.

Lemon’s board book is bad and blackboards are easy to read… When he heard it, he felt like he’d caught something vital…

The thoughts in the summer cold’s head were still alive, and suddenly there was a rush of footsteps coming from behind. He looked back at them, and 30-50 percent of them were running towards them.

“It’s broken! He said, “The lemons are still fucking dead, can you run now?” I’m sorry.

And the lemon was in a state of panic, and he went through three steps, and he said, “Can you run? I’m sorry.

The summer winter looked around and found that it was not just the bottom, but that it was coming from the right and the left steps, and that there was a confluence. And he looked at the lemons and he tried to climb the steps, and he said, “There’s no time for you to accelerate, there’s no time for it.” I’m sorry.

The burden on his shoulder was felt quickly in the summer cold, but the more he admired Qinyi, who was still on foot, and upon her a living man was as light as a thin feather.

He runs while he picks up his cell phone on the table and learns to cut his back off and turn it into a weapon like Qinvie. But after two attempts, it turns out that this job is not done by ordinary people at all. Don’t say cut-off, it’s the ability to bend the back of the back, and it’s the need for the summer cold to do everything.

He can’t help but give up the heat of summer, and he can’t help but think about it: If Tang Chi and Qin Wei were to face this, would he be as embarrassed as him?

Tang Chi went over a table and threw his phone over the floor. The two who were after him had to step on the back of his cell phone, and the hot core heat zone had to slow down the pain.

He quickly caught up with the fast-moving Quinvy. Then Qin Wei looked back at him and said: “I thought you were weak, but I didn’t think you were good at it. I’m sorry.

Tang Zi breathed heavily and said, “The bursting power is still good and it will not last.” I’m sorry.

Quinvi simply looked around and said: “There are two in the back, four in each direction, one in the front and more in the future. You’re so strong, don’t you need help?”

“No, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei said: “Then follow your own path.” I’m sorry.

Quinvy jumped on the right shoulder and then tumbled behind him in the air. Only Tang Chi left alone to see him.

This one smiles and says to Tangzhi, “My other clones say you’re a tougher man than Qin.

He was not finished, and Tang Zhi threw a piece of a mobile screen behind him. The action was not yet visible and the fragments had already bounced back on the tableboard and then fired precisely into his right eye.

With a harrowing cry, Tangzhi crossed over and caught up with Qinhi again.

Qin Wei smiled and said, “So soon it’s done?” It’s on…

Tang felt heavy breathing over and over again and broke Qinvi’s mouth and said, “Ear cover.” I’m sorry.

The one on the left jumped out of the air, and Tang Chi fell out of a cluster of assembled elements, like a wired wire entwined by copper wires.

I don’t know why, but Qinye’s close to Tangzhi’s ears. And it flew to the right side of their ears, and there was a sharp and sharp bell. I can’t move around the table.

Qin Wei stopped and turned around and asked nothing.

On the other hand, Tang Chi ran and said, “It was modified with a mobile phone speaker that could immediately release more than 120 db. I’m sorry.

At a later stage, Tang thought that short-circuit batteries would attack the replicas, cut their ankles with open copper wires and even stabbed them with their memory cards on the ground.

To him, it is simply a simple calculation, a layout and a muscle force, which, apart from a slight increase in physical effort, is like a normal meal.

Qinvy said, “I really can’t imagine. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “I can’t imagine what the world would look like if you were copied.” I’m sorry.

Tangzhi suddenly stopped and his strength seemed to be exhausted. He was crouching down at the table and Qinvi carried him straight on his back.

“Do you want to…”

Quinvy said, “No. # I’m not going anywhere #

Although the tide has receded, the traces of its ravages remain. Numerous mobile phones, food and clothing were rolled over into the middle of the road, and large amounts of black steel beads were piled up in the corner.

Tangzhi’s attention began to be focused on the surrounding scenery, and both were silent ever since. Both of them strictly adhere to the tenets of efficiency, and speaking is certainly a waste of energy in the present circumstances.

From the moment they were trapped in this classroom, the summer winter felt that the conditions set by the so-called black hands were too harsh for ordinary people.

Be smart, smart, smart and cool. And the worst thing is that it’s not enough to have a brain like this, and you’re going to have a strong body, strong enough to climb hundreds of steps on your back.

But summer winter had to admit, unfortunately, that it was just an ordinary person. So it is impossible for him to keep up his strength, which is always full, so that he is destined to be followed by that large group of clones.

The lemon said, “Put me down. I’m sorry.

He said, “No, let you down and you can’t run.” I’m sorry.

And then the lemon came out of the exhausted summer cold and pulled his sleeve and said, “Now I’m pulling you away.” I’m sorry.

As a result, the lemons really ran with the summer cold, although at the same speed as in the past, but at the same time they were slightly stronger than the dry summer cold.

The two people who were slowly approaching had no time to be afraid and they placed all their attention on their legs. How to get the sour legs back to normal, how to run faster, faster. They’re not sports people. They’ll soon reach the limit of their strength.

In the end, they can’t run. They slow down on the steps, like travelers from miles away. Even though the desire to survive is stronger, the body can no longer keep up with emotions.

And the clones are still shouting at them in the open.

“You’ve all been deceived. I’m sorry.

“The truth is buried. I’m sorry.

“Escape is the real hell. I’m sorry.

In the summer, the tweezers asked, “What do these people mean by shouting?” I don’t understand a word? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.

He said, “I should have told them, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo! I’m sorry.

The lemon says, “It’s better to have the strength to run two more steps. I’m sorry.

The idea of summer winter is simple, cannot run away and cannot die in vain.

One sight had reached the wrists of the lemon, and suddenly the summer cold was sore that a long punch hit him in the cheek.

However, the attack did not seem to be itching, and it soon returned with a sharp blow to the elbow, which was then thrown to the ground.

He knew that he would not be a perfect opponent, even if he fought alone, but he had a heart that was stuck in his chest, as if he had been gone for so long, and it would always seem unfair to be caught up in this.

The lemons were dead with their fingernails on their arms, and the summer cold had risen and was preparing to die.

The summer winter raised its head and suddenly heard a sharp bell from far away. The replicas of both positions have stalled in the surroundings. They all looked up to the other side.

They all started to ring their fingers.

After dozens of sound fingers, the replicas faded and began to move in another direction. And it’s only in the summer that we can see how amazing the number of replicas that hang around them is, and so on and so forth.

The lemon also looked at the scene in a state of shock, pointing at the replicas that were moving in groups and saying, “What’s this all about?” I’m sorry.

“It’s probably Tang Chiu. I’m sorry.

And the lemon asked, “How do you know it was him?” I’m sorry.

Then the summer cold shook his head and said, “I can’t be sure, but I have an instinct that I am attracted to this large naked man. I’m sorry.

It’s just this instinct that makes summer cold deeply uneasy: if he really attracts so many clones, can he handle it? Can you figure out a path in this case?

But in that case, he and the lemon alone could not compete. This initiative is particularly valuable and timely, regardless of who attracted the attention of the replicas.

Now summer and lemon finally have a chance to sit down and take a little break. The sweat had broken through the lemon dress, and she was paralyzed in her chair and began to clean up her long, messy hair.

The lemon seemed a little timid, and she buried her cheek in her arm and said, “Just now, thank you…”

Then the summer chill shook his head and said, “You should probably thank Tang. I’m sorry.

Even though he was far away, he thought that Tang Chik would protect him in a way he did not expect.

The lemon turned around and said, “What will happen to him?” I’m sorry.

“They’ll be fine, right? I’m sorry.

The lemon said: “Although Master Qin and Tang Zhu are always arguing, I think they are a human being, do not help, do not comfort. They help a man and never want anything. I’m sorry.

Summer had thought about it, as if it were. But the subtle similarity between Tang Chi and Qin Wei is not the same cause.

He asked, “Did he already be like this when he met you?” I’m sorry.

The lemon thought, “Yeah. Master Qin himself said she was eager to help. What about Tang Chi? Is that why he wants to solve the mystery? I’m sorry.

And the summer chill shook his head and said: No. I’m sorry.

What’s Tang Chi like?

There can be no standard answer to this question, but it can only be answered by summer winter itself.

He looked at the lemon, and said to him, “He did so only because he was in the Tangle.” Tang Chi does not need anyone to understand him, nor does he need anyone to feel pain. Even if he bites the glass, he won’t cry. Success and failure are his own, and he will always have it all. I’m sorry.

He hesitated and added, “How many years have passed and this will continue to happen. I’m sorry.

“Have you known him for a long time? I’m sorry.

“At least I’ve felt it for a long time. I’m sorry.

In a strenzy of footsteps, Tangzhi has roughly estimated the number of new waves of replicas.

“I have an idea. I’m sorry.

Quinvy said, “Say it. I’m sorry.

“I designed a simple set of words in English letters and numbers that symbolized physical movement. Then you meet the enemy and you go through my command. I’m sorry.

Quinvy shook her head and said, “The front line is too long for me. I’m sorry.

He said, “Let’s change it. What precision do you have in your body? Like 15.6 centimeters. Can you do that? I’m sorry.

Qin Wei replied in a cold manner: “You are disappointed, no.” I’m sorry.

Tang said, with some regret, “Well, then run in my direction.” I’ll design the best route to avoid as many clones as possible. I’m sorry.

Qinvy said, “This works. I’m sorry.

Tangzi noded his head and said, “Okay, now jump on the table and turn right 17° 44” 35. I’m sorry.

Qinwei said, “You can only run behind my back, so you can escape.” I’m sorry.

Donkey said, “Don’t worry, I can slow you down. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei’s nod without face and starts jumping in front of the table. Together with the “Left Point” and “Left Point” of Tang’s very regular and rhythm, they left most of the clones behind. Even if it comes from above, it is difficult to take advantage of the number of people because of this unique and inexorable path.

On the other hand, Tang Tsai led Qin Wei and said, “Now let me put my conclusions quickly.” The main objective of the familiar replica attack is the threat. I have learned in the video of my cell phone that the clones were the first to attack you, then the lemons that had been touched before, ignoring the no-action summer cold. I’m sorry.

“To the left. “Now that my series of initiatives have dramatically amplified this threat, it should be enough to attract a replica of the entire space to protect summer cold and lemon.” I’m sorry.

Qin Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei

She said, “So what are we going to do with this whole lot?” I’m sorry.

“In fact, the flashing of the light is a reminder of the time the classroom was merged. Through the brightness of the frequency, a spectrum of the sound is formed, thus becoming an identifiable audio file. And the audio content is a new countdown, 140 minutes from now. I’m sorry.

Quincy wants to jump down and grab Qinvi’s crotch, reacts when Don’s mind screechs, bangs on his arm’s tweak belt with a buttoned finger. Such precision, if strong enough, is enough to shed tears for an adult. But for Tangzi’s strength, it’s enough for him to microsmoke.

Quinvy was just looking at the scene and she asked, “So we’re going to have two more hours?” I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “It won’t take long. One hour is enough.”

He grabbed the cell phone at the table and looked at the time and said, “Well, it was 62 minutes. I’m sorry.

The subtle angles of each of these steps allow the summer cold to look down and see a rather dramatic picture: Numerous tables and chairs, and steps of the stairs, are made of cluttered, unwieldy valleys. Here is a giant cone, where they stand on the inner wall, and the light drops down from the top of the cone.

There’s another idea: if you don’t think about it, it’s really nice here.

He might understand what “mistakes” Tangz said before he fell asleep, because the nodes were linked to more than two spaces, but rather to a lot of space that had overlapped.

And the winter went down, and asked, “Lew, I have a question. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable when you ask.” I’m sorry.

The lemon says, “It’s okay…”

“What is this, the piano, the big boat?” I’m sorry.

The lemon wrinkled and said, “I don’t know. It’s a memory between illusions and truth… untouchable. It’s like you’ve had so many dreams that every dream can divide a clear cut, and they don’t have a relationship with each other.

“What are these dreams? I’m sorry.

The lemon says, “The big boat on the ground, the hot sea, the fine white sand, the warm sea wind.” I feel like I’m standing on deck…”

Speaking of which, she put her hands behind her head, which seemed to be a bit painful.

“Don’t be uncomfortable. I’m sorry.

Lemon said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Every time I think of this scene, there is only a strong sense of loneliness, old-fashioned phonographs with retrospects, and endless long porchs with my toes on them. It’s like being alone for centuries. I’m sorry.

Even if it had not happened, it felt a mirage when it was heard in the summer.

“Is there anyone else in that world? I’m sorry.

The lemon shakes his head and says, “There is nothing left. Every time I get into this memory, I get into a very long psychosis. I’m sorry.

“Well, don’t think about it. I’m sorry.

The lemon rose up and said, “That’s how Qin comforted me. Sometimes I envy you so much that I can be so strong. I’m sorry.

“It’s not a word for me. Let’s go up there and find them. I’m sorry.

The lemon smiled and said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.

After Qin Wei, whose speed has slowed significantly, there is a raging replica like a flood, and their wrong footsteps are like a flashing drum.

At the end of the day, Tang Zhi said, “There’s one minute left, let me down. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei-yeon let go of her hands and unburdened her and full of strength, so that she could move forward in parallel and at high speed. “This number is the first time I’ve seen it, I’m afraid it’s already tens of thousands.” I’m sorry.

The ocean below has brought together a large group of people, whose proximity is like a cloud with a strong sense of oppression. Sporadic sights are approaching them on the right and the left, and Qinwei and Tang are at a point of exchange in which they are wrong and far away. On the basis of high-intensity repetitions and the calculations of Downsight, the two men have mastered the most effective ways of moving and collaborating against replicas.

But even so, it is unlikely that the human sea of black pressure down there will be half a chance.

Quinvi said, “Ooh! Tanzie, can you tell me what you can do to win? I’m sorry.

And he said, “I saw a great deal of black pearls before, and this must have been the result of a copy. So I guess, even if the beads don’t fall, the replicas will come up with observations at a given time. If the interval of 184 minutes is calculated, the next wave of photocopies will be generated in 20 seconds. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei said, “This is a bold assumption. I’m sorry.

“It’s time. I’m sorry.

He suddenly returned and the crowd below was less than ten steps from them. The invisible clock was in a precise countdown, and he took Qinvi with him and then threw the steel beads away.

A section on the fate of steel beads, jumps up, and then it appears in the air that it is incorporated into an invisible plane.

This is a scene that they are quite familiar with. The arc of the beeping air blows.

Boom!

The pearl split into two in the air. The two white steel beads continued to jump softly and resurfaced on the next plane into four.

Pow, pow. The sound of steel fell on the ground, and Tang looked at a scene like a self-expression: “This is the charm of the index.” I’m sorry.

Sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, the white steel beads, which grew exponentially, quickly turned into a waterfall with their fall, and the booming rolls and even the groaning of the replicas covered the past, and the flow of the beads was overwhelming.

Avalanche-like steel beads at the top quickly complete the cover of the book below, and the flesh and blood of all clones are buried. The pearls are like a large, hungry bead, a feast of pure white in this tower.

The rolls like thunder have gone on for minutes, and the white waves like Falls have wiped out almost every replica of this space.

Quinvy was also deeply shaken by this image, except that she did not make a sound, but looked forward to it.

Tangzhi leaned down like a sandbath and let the pearls flow through his fingers, saying, “It’s not over yet. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei asked, “What do you mean?” I’m sorry.

“The number of replicas is more than that. Do you remember the sign from the black hands that “resilientness is normal”? I’m sorry.

“Flexibility is common and refers to the flexibility of classroom space as its number changes. Me and the summer cold are twice the room because there are only two. But your 220 classrooms have the equivalent of “infinite” space, so they should have an infinite replica. I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei said, “Is that why you are completely skeptical of me?” Because I’m hiding the key message of the Infinite Reproduction? I’m sorry.

“It’s not just that. Okay, so far, can you tell me all the right results? I’m sorry.

Qinvy smiled and said, “What’s the right result? You can guess now, right? I’m sorry.

“Then let me just imagine, the real exit from the classroom is the border.” In class 320, the blackboard may be the real exit, but you’re doing the chalk to make us think it’s dangerous. And when I started to doubt you, you said underwater was quite critical. You have taken advantage of my doubts about you … Maybe in the new classroom, the water is a real exit. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei I’m sorry.

“On the other hand, you’re sure the blind spot theory is right. And blind spots are the only places that will not be copied, and that will not be copied, which means that they will not be reorganized or exposed to borders. Perhaps lemon fibres were embedded on the ground because she tried to leave classroom space during the process of boundary generation. I’m sorry.

“The blind spot is a point that cannot be replicated or left.” So the state of affairs, the borders have been opened, and we have to take part in the third merger, right? I’m sorry.

Quinvy still nods.

He said, “There is only one last point left. It’s about you, I still don’t understand. I’m sorry.

Qinwei asked: “What do I have?”

“Your past, your own, and your lemon.” Why don’t you want us to leave, and what’s to help us, and what’s really a symbol of the Null. I’m sorry.

Qin Wei extended her body, and she was rekindled by the exhaustion of her physical strength, with clear eyes and light lips. She said, “Go ahead, this merger will give all the answers. I’m sorry.

And Tang was glad to nod his head, and he asked, “Now, you don’t have to lie to me. I’m sorry.

She shrugged her shoulder and said, “There is no need, no more.” I’m sorry.

Look up at the steps that are seen, the dome is made up of four different, penetrating steps, which gradually split down into eight, sixteen… and gradually expand into a grand cone. The summer cold has been able to see the top of the tower clearly, and gravity has always moved in a subtle direction, allowing him to stand on the ground from time to time.

Question: “Limme, have you just heard a ball of steel beads? I’m sorry.

The lemon said, “Heared, as if it had lasted for a long time. I’m sorry.

Will the copy face continue to produce? But where did it go? When the summer cold was still incomprehensible, the lemons suddenly shouted, “Go up, there’s someone up there!” I’m sorry.

And the summer winter looked on the other side of the steps, and there were two men running ahead. Even though he was a little bit too small in the summer cold, he instinctively reacted.

He shouted, “Dangzi! Master Qin!

They’re back on the dome’s concrete platform. The platform was formed after the collapse of space and symbolized the “0” position.

This must be a process of regaining a sense of security for the summer. He feels the same for lemon.

They had been separated for only a few hours, but the crisis was better than ever before for the summer cold.

The two sides, Tang Chi and Qin Wei, have not changed at all, except for their apparent fatigue. But the summer winter felt a subtle difference: something vital must have happened between the two people to influence their eyes.

In contrast to the apathy of the past, there is a special emotion that combines the enemy with friends, with a little provocation, with a little expectation and with a little silence.

Lemon’s still in love with Quinvy, and Donkey’s knocking on the table with a chair, like he’s hiding something in his head. When the winter asked him again what had happened, he said to him, “Nothing.” I’m sorry.

So the summer winter stopped being curious: either it was completely incomprehensible to him in his wisdom, or he thought it would be better not to tell him.

Tang Chi re-stated the merger, and he was a little surprised that lemons and summer chills were so quick to understand the “not just copy.”

And he said, “I thought it would take you some time to understand this. I’m sorry.

“It’s probably because of the summer cold.” I’m sorry.

When he saw the summer, he said, “That’s what’s right.” I’m sorry.

The summer winter had yet to understand the true meaning of Tang Chi’s sentence, and Tang Chi shot him on the shoulder and said, “The merger is about to take place, with ten minutes left. I’m sorry.

Another merger.

The summer winter is now reminiscent of everything that’s been going through. All his common sense and experience in the formation, construction and truth of this world have been subverted. He looks like a dead body that was excavated from a grave, and the body, though fresh, has no knowledge of the world.

The four of them were sitting in four directions, and everyone looked at each other as if they had something to say, but eventually nobody said anything. It is true that words at this time are somewhat redundant, and silence often expresses everything.

The summer cold was like a coma, the lemon was like a painting, Tang thought he was hitting the ground with his finger, and Qinvi looked around.

And the summer winter finally broke the silence and said, “Does it come to mind again that if we meet in the real world, will we be friends?” I’m sorry.

Qinvi laughed softly, saying, “No. I’m sorry.

The lemon sank and said, “No. I’m sorry.

It’s like, “No. I’m sorry.

“I don’t think so. I’m sorry.

The four people who don’t know why they’re laughing, even the Tangs are so rare, they keep their mouths wide arc.

The summer cold suddenly felt a strong sense of loss of weight, and everything outside the concrete platform was collapseing into pure particles, and then disintegrated as fast as the wind-crazed snow sculptor, with the small particles in an orderly re-construction and combination, laying blue curtains on the ground. The wind is whistling with particles and they’re waving like ink.

It is a storm of sand of countless colours, and the four of them are standing silently in the narrow eyes of the wind and are witnessing the destruction and rebirth of a world.

Mask Man.

With the sound of lemon, the movement of particles has stabilized. They’re standing on a blue, frozen sea, but they don’t feel even a star and a half. The summer cold gently touched the ground with its hands, and that material was like soft jade. It is an infinite space, and a pillar of light is shining at the centre of the huge piano.

The piano’s black and white key is staggering, and it’s jumping at a unique frequency. On the side of the piano, there was a skinny man in a suit.

He was wearing a mask with light blue fluorescent marking the number “0”.

“Hello. I’m sorry.

The voice of the masked man is a mix of electron sound from countless kinds of voices, which sound like an ingrained sound. It is also clear that the sound is not from his position, but from the sound waves that have been suppressed from all sides of this space.

He said hello, not you, saying he welcomed only one of us.

The summer winter thought so, and began to look at space. The masked man on the side of the piano gave him an instinctive sense of threat. He looked up and discovered that there were countless different images. They’re like a lot of images embedded in the nightlight, each of which is a bright circle. It contains pictures of 320 classrooms, 220 classrooms, infinite galleries, a vast mountain forest, a shallow boat. Each round is showing different, illusory space films. All the masters are obscurantizing, puzzled, struggling or killing each other.

He suddenly learned what could lead to all the classrooms and beyond, twisted time and space!

The masked man’s “0” suddenly came to light and said, “Sit down.” I’m sorry.

A black particle was lifted from a key and quickly formed a light chair behind the four. He saw Tangzhi and Qinye sitting down and sat down with lemons in their absence.

He touched the quality of the chair, like graphite, but he didn’t dye his hands black, and the hardness was far from graphite.

The masked man waved his hand softly, and Tangzhi’s chair suddenly moved towards the piano and eventually stopped in front of it.

The masked man bowed and said, “Hello, my guest. I’m sorry.

As Tang Jing smiled and looked at the masked man before him, he showed a bit of curiosity and said, “What should I call you?” Designer?”

The masked man makes two laughters, and he can’t hear a single laughter from the laughter, more like a sort of logic to the state of “it’s time to laugh.”

He said, “I am a group of 65536 individual consciousness, made up of No. 0 as the main consciousness, and I usually call myself the `designer queue’. I’m sorry.

“Can you give me the answers I want? I’m sorry.

The masked man’s “0” is even more bright, and he nods at his head and says, “Of course I’ll give you an answer, which is about your final judgment and the future of me.” I’m sorry.

The masked man looked at the other three who were sitting on the side and said, “Then let me introduce your friends from the beginning.” I’m sorry.

He pointed at Qinvie and said, “This one, old friend. The designer queue refers to the new designer ‘ s 65535th consciousness that leads everyone to move in step, so that the old 0th position is removed. And she was the designer who was once eliminated. I’m sorry.

Qinye’s faceless listening to the man in the mask, she got up and slashed in the back of the lemon, which just said the word “Kinji”. Lemon fainted and fell on the chair.

The masked man goes on to say to Tangzhi, “Because she had tens of thousands of personality, she had a tendency to be multi-personal.” And he’s been copied like the lemon on that side. I’m sorry.

The masked man said: “In fact, what you see in Qin Wei is no longer with you Qin Wei.” They’ve been in this space thousands of times, and they know better. And the replicas from it are infinity. I’m sorry.

He asked, “Why doesn’t she want us to leave?” I’m sorry.

The masked man said, “Lonely.” She has been alone for too long, and for too long she is alone with herself. That’s why she kept the lemon, you and summer cold. I’m sorry.

As we speak, there is a sudden and strutting banging under the ground, which, in a rare sense, is a glimpse of an invisible lens in a distorted air.

The masked man raised his hand and the time of sight there was shattered into particles. He said: “This is too hard for Qin Wei. She’s strong and wise. Using her knowledge of the place, she copied too much herself. And in order to fight her, we removed one of the designers of the “0” to fight her, that is to say, all of us. It was not surprising that, despite the fact that Qinvi had been able to contain her, she had once again become a problem. I’m sorry.

“What about the lemon?” I’m sorry.

The masked man said, “Single can make a man and destroy him. In order to resist her loneliness, we reassemble the 65536 consciousness, with the remnant character and physical characteristics of Qinvi, which created consciousness, eventually synthesized a girl and given her body. That’s lemon. Lemon is just a test, her character, her memory, even her body. Her memory is quite small, but here she’s been with Qinvi for 10 years. I’m sorry.

Tangzhi closed his eyes and turned to the summer and asked: I’m sorry.

The masked man laughed and said, “Didn’t you already know? I’m sorry.

Tang Chi replied, “I just wanted to confirm my thoughts. I’m sorry.

Listening to these things in the summer, what has just been told is far too shocking to be understood. I can’t believe Qinvi was the designer. Lemon was the designer’s mind!

And he? What is he? What could he be?

Quinvy just knocked her out to protect the lemons from hearing the truth, and it’s summer cold and hopes she never wakes up!

The maskman said, “It’s interesting, I want to hear your opinion. I’m sorry.

Tang Zin looked in the eyes of the summer cold and said: “The summer cold.” I’m sorry.

The summer winter instinct felt like he was going to hear something unacceptable, he stood up and took a step back, and he felt that it was the most rational choice to escape.

He said, “I have memories. My memories are clear. When I was in high school, I had a five-player girl table with a clean white school uniform and a shiny purple hairline. I’ve accidentally fallen into a glare, and I’ve eaten delicious sugar. My homeland is covered in the snow of the North, with ripe corn and dark red brick walls. I’m sorry.

Summer has stopped breathing.

He says, “Summer cold.” I decided from the moment you told me your memories, not to mention my past, because you have memories like mine. I’m sorry.

Tangsy said, “From the moment you drew the AB class, I was thinking, “A blackboard can’t transmit information, B blackboard can.” Since then I suspect I might be your blue book. I’m sorry.

The masked man on the side had already raised his hand and said, “Fine, wonderful.” We find that a complex object can produce subtle deviations when it is copied, and we can use such deviations to target and screen and generate new objects. On the basis of you, we deliberately mixed the elements of sensory consciousness, creating a replica of summer cold. Physically, the elements of steel beads are borrowed, so summer cold can force water to rise. In addition, your physical characteristics are almost identical, as is the use of fingerprints to unplug a cell phone. We thought that a sensory deficiency could be a weakness for you, but we found that the replicas were not as good as they were. I’m sorry.

This creates a replica of summer cold.

Copy the summer cold.

Summer cold.

Summer cold.

Summer cold.

His eyes were completely lost and he fell on his knees. All of his life’s dependencies, values and beliefs have been wiped out.

Fake, all fake. Memories are fake, bodies are fake, ideas are fake. Everything is not real. It’s a mirage of a bubble in a mirage.

Falling apart.

The summer cold was completely collapsed and he began to cry with his head.

The masked man shrugged his shoulder and said: “The individual consciousness is a fragile existence. I’m sorry.

Tang Zi looks cold at the mask man, whose eyes are rarely as cold as they are.

“That’s enough. Last question. What do you want? What do you need me for? I’m sorry.

The masked man suddenly started to laugh like he finally had the chance to answer that question.

“Infinite. The masked man repeats: “Infinite, what we want is infinite.” I’m sorry.

The maskman said, “We have behind us a powerful source of technology that can bend time and space and replicate matter. But even though the space here is vast, it is not truly infinite. Infinite space, infinite energy, infinite matter, is there a possibility? I’m sorry.

The masked man opened his arms and the particles were dancing in the air, gathering into a classroom door. And he said, “We’re using countless kinds of space as a base, and we’re starting to design “unlimited space” that allows individuals to exist. And by using puzzles, they search for outstanding presence among these individuals and place them in the designer queue. And all that was before was too childish, too superficial, too humble. Even me. And you’re different! We’ve never seen anything so great, so good! You are one of the greatest designs in the universe! I’m sorry.

When he looked at Summer and Qinwei from time to time, he turned around and asked, “Do you want me to be your master?” I’m sorry.

The masked man noded his head, saying, “Yes. We will not be strong because only free, open minds are worth it. If you want to join us, press the white button on the piano. If you want to go back to the real world, press the black button. To be a designer, you can have unlimited power, eternal life and greater wisdom than ever before. I’m sorry.

Tang Chi said, “I have a request to help me bring to me the lemon that I was holding. I’m sorry.

The maskman said, “Of course you can. I’m sorry.

A cell phone fell in Tangzhi’s hand.

And now, the faceless Qinvi, the fainting lemon and the broken summer cold. All the answers, all the endings, are between the thoughts of Tangsy.

He came and laughed and said to Quinvy, “My Lord. I’m sorry.

And Qin Wei began to shake his head, saying, “This is the first time you have called me this. I can only say that your choice is your own. Don’t take care of anything else. I’m sorry.

He and Qin Wei hugged like old friends they hadn’t seen in years.

The answer is far better for Tang’s mind than much, and for him, of course, the designer has a great deal of knowledge, power and, of course, inexhaustible answers, which he wonders about.

He came to the lemon, and passed over her long hair, saying, “You are braver and stronger than you think. I’m sorry.

Then he came to the cold, and lifted it up, and said, “Get up, and it is cold.” I’m sorry.

It was not until it became clear to him that he looked at him and said, “If you are telling the truth, what is the point of my existence?” I’m sorry.

“Loneliness is also a thing that has been bothering me for a long time.” At least you can stay with me. I’m sorry.

He looked around and laughed and said, “Or we.” I’m sorry.

The summer cold is still in the process of self-denial and depression, but has been raised by Qinvie without being paralysed. Downsweet had a long time to relax and rationalize until the summer winter, but he was confident that the summer cold would survive.

After all, he’s the most common summer cold.

He stood in front of the piano, facing the masked man who had been waiting for so long, and his finger was hanging over the black key.

The masked man’s “0” faded, and he asked, “Why is this an infinite wisdom, an infinite answer?” I’m sorry.

He said, “In fact, you’ll slow me down. I’m sorry.

And the masked man roared and shouted with hysteria: “No, you mad man!” You don’t deserve to mess with me here! I’m sorry.

With the masked man’s roar, all the black-key hours on the piano spread and a heavy chain was tied to the feet of Tangzhi. And Tangzhi raised his cell phone as usual and said, “Look at what we’re drawing. I’m sorry.

The moment the maskman looked at the mobile screen, the fluorescent went out.

And he said, “The 250 hexadecahedron, which is used to unlock it, is nothing but a cover for you.” I have calculated and successfully mapped the structure of this space. I’m sorry.

The mobile phone is slowly spinning a positive 600.

The masked man took a step back, and he slowly shook his head and said, “This cannot be so powerful with a single individual.

A narrow black key is forming in the middle of the piano when the masked man speaks.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

He struck the black key in his most usual position, and it was like the sand flowed from behind him. He threw away his cell phone and grabbed the summer cold, Qinvi and lemon. A massive wind and sand storm swept over and drowned the four people together.

In the last sobering memory of the summer, he heard the Tang administration say, “The black hands are one thing right: freedom is great, it can be said, because freedom is so unique that it is far greater than any kind of greatness. I’m sorry.

The next second, the frozen blue sea is full of sand.

The summer cold was awakened from the desk, and Tang Zhi woke him up.

“When will you sleep? I’m sorry.

Lemon fell asleep in front of her and had a book on her head. Quinvy, who had just run out of sweatshirts, came and grabbed the lemon’s nose.

Two girls were laughing together, while the familiar classroom was covered by the summer cold, and the lawn was still green outside the window.

He just felt like a dream, and Don was like a shadow from a memory. It’s just that Tang Zi is wearing a clean T-shirt, carrying a computer bag, with an incredibly familiar phone, and it’s unquestionable.

And he said, “If you do not go, I will go back to work and write the code.” Master Qin, lemon, and you Summer. I’m sorry.

Quinvi ran to the podium, and the lemon dumped her with chalk, and she managed to avoid the chalk head, and wrote it on the blackboard with a yellow chalk, but made him look like he had known him.

In the summer, he smiled and said, “Go. I’m sorry.

There were two words in his head.

Redemption.

What is salvation?

The summer winter remembers the saying that salvation is not freedom from sin, but a complete affirmation of life, including pain, torture and falsehood.

So the summer can say that you have been saved.

He was simply created, with no past or future life at all.

There’s something called coincidence that tends to drive most causes and consequences. There is nothing special between him and Tangzhi, except that there may have been tens of millions of people at this crossroads, but only the two have been wiped.

So he can choose the future from a replica, giving up everything from the past.

The world’s reality and illusions are sometimes a vexed and subjective assumption, and in another space far away, the man with the Tang-Zing face is humming a little bit, happyly hitting the white key with his finger on a giant piano. A mask with a number “0” on his face and he softly punched his finger.

In a sandy sand, the towers of greatness were suddenly raised.

What kind of story does a normal scene write about brain holes?

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.