Masha woke up, and her first reaction was that she was drunk again yesterday.

Recently, Masha always likes to have two drinks at the food stall on the side of the road before returning to his nest in the urban village.

Masha was not like this before, but recently he suddenly realized it.

I can’t afford a house in the provincial capital anyway, and I don’t have a girlfriend either. The money is still in the bank and the inflation depreciates every year. It’s better to use it as a entertainment.

I feel good when I drink a few drinks, go home to avoid insomnia, and make fewer mistakes at work and may even increase my performance bonus.

However, it is not good to have a buzzing head like now. The hangover may be seen by the company's new human resources manager. What kind of new official is believed to be the third one to take office, and he is working hard to catch people.

"There is no way. Although it is not good for your health, I should give you a set of Red Bull ibuprofen package."

Masha muttered in her heart and reached out to touch the ibuprofen capsules that were always on the bedside table. For Masha, this painkiller has become an indispensable part of life.

Whether it is cervical spondylitis or a stiff neck, you have to rely on this to get over it. You also need to get one when you have a cold, otherwise you may make a mistake in your work due to physical pain and then lose your performance.

Masha touched it for a long time, but he couldn't touch the familiar medicine box.

--Um?

Not only did I not touch the medicine box, the shape of the bedside table was not quite right.

Masha endured a severe headache and opened his eyes.

However, his eyes, who had always had normal vision, now seemed to be in a state of deep myopia - no, myopia should only blur the vision and not distort the whole world into Picasso's paintings.

Perhaps because the entire field of view was too abstract, Masha felt a strong sense of dizziness.

His stomach was churning, and the urge to vomit was flowing upstream along the esophagus.

But there is obviously nothing in the stomach that can vomit, so only the sourness of stomach acid with a fishy smell spreads through the mouth.

——What's wrong with me?

Masha realized that something was wrong.

——At least I will call to ask for leave... If I don’t ask for leave, I will definitely be absent from work. The new person from the Human Resources Department will definitely be caught as a typical example...

Masha tried his best to find a cell phone...

Even if you can't see anything clearly now, you can use speed dial to call your best friend and ask him to help you take leave.

However, the phone is not where it should be.

Masha cursed loudly—

Only then did he realize that he could not make any sound.

This made him completely panic.

——I once joked with my colleague that if we live alone in a state of being alone, if we suddenly cannot move in bed, we may not be known until we starve to death.

——Is this joke going to become a reality?

——How much did I drink last night?

——Is it alcohol poisoning?

——But I can’t remember any reason for drinking yesterday!

At this time, Masha heard a strange voice: "Calm down. You wake up earlier than I expected, and your body needs to be adjusted. I will restore your vision first."

Immediately afterwards, Masha's vision returned to a normal style from Picasso's style.

What caught my eye was a glass skylight and a swaying chandeliers hanging under the skylight.

The skylight's glass was covered with rain.

Outside the skylight was pitch black, and white light flashed from time to time, followed by the rumbling thunder.

In the gap between the thunder, the wind was neighing, and the skylight was shaking like a swaying sound, making people worried that it would fall apart and smash Masha’s face in the next moment.

——What the hell, what’s going on with this kind of indescribable thing that will make people rationally zero in the next moment?

Masha just thought this way, and a skinny head broke into his sight.

"Fuck!" he blurted out.

"It looks like the vocal cords are normal." The head's owner nodded, "Being able to speak a catchphrase means that language ability has been retained to a certain extent, which is very good... This will surely become a masterpiece that shocks the world!"

——Masterpiece, shocking the world? Am I?

Masha was wondering, and suddenly he heard a loud noise - not thunder, but more like the sound of someone breaking into the door.

The head in Masha's vision suddenly raised, and from Masha's perspective, he could only see his chin and Adam's apple.

Then the part above the Adam's apple disappeared.

This terrifying scene actually made Masha forget the headache of brain explosion in an instant.

But something even more terrifying happened. From the broken neck of the guy who didn't know his name, a thick metal centipede jumped out quickly-

No, it’s the spine, this guy’s spine crawled out by itself!

Masha heard someone shouting, "Damn, this guy's spine has become mechanized!"

"Hot melting bullet! Use hot melting bullet!"

Gunshots rang one after another.

Masha's neck was not moving freely, and his eyes were not comfortable and obedient, so he couldn't see what was going on.

He could only lie in place and look at the skylight with lightning and thunder, Fan Xunsi.

——What the hell is going on?

——Spine mechanization or something, it sounds like cyberpunk!

——So I traveled through time?

——Or, am I simply dreaming? Because I was looking forward to "Cyberpunk 2077" so I had a cyberpunk dream?

——But I have a headache. Generally speaking, I don’t feel pain in my dreams, right?

While Masha was thinking about it, it was over there.

Then four heads entered Masha's vision.

Three of them were big men with their heads, and Masha felt that they were either policemen or detectives.

——The costumes look quite modern, they won’t be really cyberpunk, right?

Masha turned her attention to the only girl while complaining.

Then he was stunned.

He will never forget this face in his life.

The last time I saw this face was the last time I returned to school before the college entrance examination.

That day, Masha threw all the papers from the teaching building and pushed the bicycle out of the school gate with a relaxed look. He saw her standing at the school gate with a bunch of reference books in her arms, looking embarrassed.

"Are you still holding these things?" Masha remembers how he talked to the girl.

"Maybe I will repeat the class, so it's safer to keep it." The girl answered, looking at the basket of Masha bicycles, then threw the things in her hands into the basket, clasping her hands together, "Please! Send me home! This is my request once in a lifetime!"

"Your request once in this life is too cheap." Masha got into the car while stunning, and gestured to the girl, "Get into the car, why are you standing there?"

"Hey? Is this okay? Let's push it back. I might be seen by the teacher of the inspected teaching department when riding a bicycle. I will not accompany you when I will be invited to have tea."

"It's time for them to ignore it! Let you see my driving skills!"

"Then we got into the hospital in a car accident. I have seen this ending!" The girl said this, and still sat in the back seat of Masha, then hugged Masha's waist.

"To prevent this, I'm going to hurry up."

Masha still remembers the girl's silver bell-like laughter when she said this.

At that time, Masha firmly believed that he would be admitted to the same university as the girl, and then wrote the story that he had not had time to start to the finale.

However, that was the last time Masha met her.

And at this moment, the face in my memory was right in front of me, as if I had not grown old.

After a brief moment of sluggishness, Masha frowned.

——What the hell, double wear?

At this time, the girl spoke: "Masha, how are you?"

——Hey, just call me Masha?

Just as Masha was puzzled, one of the three men said to the girl: "Miss, even if this resurrection ceremony is successful, the subject of the ceremony will lose most of his memory. He is now a stranger who is familiar with your appearance."

——Miss…

The first thing Masha noticed was this title.

——I remember that she was indeed from a wealthy family and had a Stanway grand piano at home. It was normal to be called a lady.

——But, I don’t remember her family has a servant...

Then Masha noticed the rest of the man's words.

——Wait, the resurrection ceremony?

——Eh?

Masha was at a loss, and the girl spoke: "It doesn't matter. As long as he is still the little marquis of Mahou Ye's family, it doesn't matter whether he is the original Masha!"

——Hey? Wait, is the girl in my memory the one who speaks in this way?

——And what the hell is Mr. Ma?

——My dad?

——When did my dad get so fierce? I'm going to be the marquis...

Before Masha could find the answer, the girl grabbed his shoulder with both hands, showing a smile that was as charming as she remembered, but also a little strange.

She smiled and looked at Masha with a confused look on her face, and said softly: "It's okay, everything is over, my dear fiancé."
Chapter completed!