Volume 4: Spacetime Singularity Chapter 40: Spacetime Singularity (Part 1)
Fang Cheng lay back on the bed and began to have wild thoughts again.
The room was very quiet, the breeze gently plucked the wind chimes by the window, and the faint chirping of cicadas could be heard outside the window. The whole scene was very peaceful, no different from any ordinary summer afternoon.
A breeze with a faint scent of grass blew into the room. This summer was not as hot as usual, but Fang Cheng didn't know whether it was because of excitement or fatigue, his body was sweating non-stop.
The faint sound of water coming from the bathroom next door has been irritating his nerves. If he could hear it clearly, it would not be so attractive. This state of needing to concentrate to hear clearly would make people's nerves tense unconsciously.
"Can you speak now?"
"Okay, what do I need to do?"
He raised the bracelet to about 20 centimeters above his head and hung it in front of his eyes with his index finger.
He originally wanted to wear it on one finger and spin it around a few times, but when he thought that the bracelet could talk, he felt that it would be impolite to do so, so he decided to just hold it up and watch.
This was the first time he had observed the bracelet closely since he got it. Only then did he realize that when he pressed his hand on the ring, not even fingerprints would be left. No matter from which angle he looked at it, this metal-looking material exuded an absolutely clear luster, and its surface was as smooth as a neat mirror, in which he could clearly see his haggard face.
Since I have nothing to do for the time being, I might as well chat with the bracelet.
"Are you free now?"
It seemed stupid to ask an instrument if it was free, but Fang Cheng had no other way to start a conversation. He usually used the following sentences to start a conversation: Are you free? What are you doing? Are you busy... But these were the old ways. Now he had learned to just say what he wanted to say instead of starting with a formality.
As for why he suddenly started using these old sentence patterns again this time, it was because he really didn't know how to chat with "electrical appliances" and he really had no experience in this area before, so he subconsciously blurted out a random sentence.
"Do you have any new instructions?"
"...No, I just want to talk to you."
"The word 'chat' is not clear enough as a command. Please provide a more precise command."
“…”
"Just exchanging some meaningless information to relieve my mental stress?"
"So what specific information do you need to exchange?"
Fang Cheng was choked by this sentence. He didn't know what to say. It seemed that there was no particularly important information that needed to be exchanged right now.
"Do you have any information about the girl I was with before?"
He was silent for a while, and finally squeezed out a word.
"She is already dead in this world."
Hearing this, Fang Cheng sat up suddenly, all his fatigue disappeared.
"…What do you mean by this world? Is she still alive in another world?"
Wait a minute, if aliens are so powerful, is there no way they can resurrect people?
"Can you help me get in touch ?"
"I can help you send a signal, but the other party generally won't receive it."
The sweat on his body fell like raindrops, soaking a large area of the bed.
"Are you contacting me?"
