As soon as the prompt sound ended, Zheng Luozhu, Fan Peiyang and Tang Lin were bounced back to reality.

The real coordinate point corresponding to the Wishing House is Xinjiang, and the temperature in the second half of the night is chilly. Zhang, Wan and Teng, who came out first, did not leave. They thought they would have a breakup meal with their boss, but they did not expect that the boss would bring one more person out.

Fan Peiyang took Tang Lin to the airport without delaying for a moment.

The three of them were full of questions and could only grab Zheng Luozhu.

Fortunately, Zheng Luozhu didn't plan to run away so quickly. The four partners who had been through the barriers side by side for several months found a place nearby, which was both a drink and a breakup.

"The boss's wish is to bring people in?" After hearing Zheng Luozhu's speech, his three faces were dumbfounded.

"I can only say that the boss goes in alone and comes out two people. As for what happened in the wishing room, you can freely think of it." Zheng Luozhu strictly adheres to the duty of a onlooker, only spreads and does not exaggerate.

The three of them stared at each other with big eyes, but didn't even look at them. Finally, they gave up their mysterious former boss and unanimously turned their attention to Zheng Luozhu.

"Bamboo, why do you continue?"

Zheng Luozhu put down the wine glass, hesitated for a while, and asked carefully: "I want to say it's for money, will you scold me for being vulgar?"

Teng Ziyan was speechless: "Damn."

Zhang Qian despises: "Volunte."

Wan Fengmang sighed: "It's unbearable."

Zheng Luozhu narrowed her eyes: "When did you start to regard money as dirt..."

Before he finished speaking, San Zhang could no longer hold back his excitement and leaned over: "Tell me quickly, how much did you want from the Wishing House?"

"..." He knew that talking about money is the most conducive to cultivating feelings.

After a meal of wine, Zhang Qian drank until dawn. He kept grabbing Wan Fengmang and asked, "Is it really over?" "Isn't you have to go into that ghost place again?" Wan Fengmang wanted to stuff him back.

In fact, no one can guarantee that until then, the three of them had no real sense of ending the nightmare completely, and they didn't even dare to be too happy, for fear of turning around and having a happy moment.

Zheng Luozhu called two taxis, one sent three people back to the hotel and the other sent himself to the airport.

"Let's go now?" Teng Ziyan was a little surprised. "I've been struggling for a night, so I'll have some rest. Didn't you say that the new level will only be opened in a month?"

"It's okay, just sleep on the plane." Zheng Luozhu yawned and did not forget to remind him, "But you, if you don't rush back, just stay for a few more days and be a traveler."

Teng Ziyan slapped him on the back with anger: "Mr. Fan should give you an excellent employee."

The sky in Xinjiang is darker than in Beijing. When Zheng Luozhu arrived at the airport, the sun was noon, and the morning flight to Beijing had taken off for a long time. Of course, this has nothing to do with him, because he has not planned to return to Beijing yet, so if his boss awarded an outstanding employee as Teng Ziyan said, he would be embarrassed to receive it.

The plane climbed rapidly in the roar of the engine.

Zheng Luozhu looked out the window, the ground was getting farther and farther away, the building became smaller and smaller, and in the end, only white clouds were left.

He swallowed his saliva, and his ears, which were blocked by the air pressure, suddenly unblocked. The plane that was originally separated by a layer of space was roaring, and the cabin was noisy, and it was clear and true in an instant.

Together, his heartbeat was also true.

All the ease, teasing, calm and gentle wind since the wishing house came out, collapsed and peeled off at this moment. He stood in the ruins of the illusion, breathing unsteadily, his palms were hot, revealing his true self.

"Sir?" A sweet voice came.

Zheng Luozhu turned around blankly: "Hmm?"

The flight attendant who was pushing the drink cart smiled: "Sir, what do you want to drink?"

"Water." Zheng Luozhu replied reflexively. After half a second, he smiled like a polite smile, "Please add ice."

In the afternoon, the plane landed in a northern city.

Zheng Luozhu reported the taxi driver an address. After more than 40 minutes, the driver accurately sent him to his destination.

This is a family building of an old state-owned enterprise. In some years, many similar buildings around have been demolished and new communities have been built, and only it is still standing there, just like the workers of that era, simple and stubborn.

Although the building is old, it has a warm and human touch. From time to time, residents come out of the building, most of whom are older. If someone lies on the windowsill to look at the sky above the building, they will say hello to the bottom.

Zheng Luozhu sat down by the flower bed not far from it. From afternoon to dusk, she finally saw an old couple walking together.

He watched them quietly.

It was getting dark and the old couple returned together.

He quietly watched them go home.

Night fell completely, and warm lights lit up in the windows.

The street lights also lit up, dispelling the darkness of the shade of the tree, and clearly the side faces of the people under the tree and the determination in their eyes.

Zheng Luozhu took his cell phone to book a ticket to Beijing, got up and went to the airport.

...

Three hours ago, a private hospital in Beijing.

"The brain tumor has completely disappeared, and the physical indicators are normal, which is impossible..." The doctor wanted to maintain his rational and authoritative professional attitude, but the impact of the examination report pushed his knowledge system to the brink of collapse.

"I'm sure it's really okay?" Fan Peiyang only cared about this.

The doctor quickly calmed down his emotions, and the shock in his heart was still there, but the eyes behind the lens gradually became scrutinized and suspicious: "What did you do to him?"

The doctor is willing to believe in medical miracles, but this does not mean that he can accept fantasy, especially his own patient. He is very clear about Tang Lin's physical condition.

Fan Peiyang's expression did not move, and he didn't even blink his eyes, as if he had not heard the doctor's sharp doubts at all. He just asked seriously: "Is there anything else to pay attention to in the follow-up care?"

"There is no follow-up and no care. He is now a completely healthy person." The doctor rubbed his painful temples and knew that he could not ask anything. After all, it was not the first day that he met this patient's family who was unable to enter the salt.

"Thank you," Fan Peiyang stood up, "My people come here to go and go through the discharge procedures later."

After leaving the doctor's office, Fan Peiyang did not rush to go back to the ward, but stood in front of the open window in the corridor and looked out quietly.

It was a clear afternoon, and the blue sky was rare in Beijing, with blue sky as washing and white clouds as cotton.

Fan Peiyang held the windowsill and looked at it for a long time. After a long time, his knuckles turned a little white, he let out a long breath.

No longer delayed, Fan Peiyang turned around and returned to the ward. When he pushed the door, he saw Tang Lin sitting on the bed, wearing the hospital gown for the examination, but his face was no longer sick, with whiteness and pinkness, and his vitality looked beautiful.

Fan Peiyang couldn't help but raise his mouth, his tone that he couldn't wait to see it: "Pack up the things, we'll be discharged from the hospital."

Tang Lin looked at him blankly, and his eyes were gone without his usual Buddhist smile, and he seemed a little cold.

But he didn't mean it. He just couldn't feel the joy of recovery like Fan Peiyang. From the moment he woke up in that strange place, he was surrounded by huge doubts, and then returned to Beijing for examination. He was almost swallowed by these doubts. He was pressed by brain tumors the previous second and was in pain, but he could run or jump in the next second and jump to the next?

"Fan Peiyang," Tang Lin tried hard to calm his voice, "What happened..."

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Fan Peiyang held half of his face with one hand and pressed his thumb gently on his lips.

"Let's talk about it in another place."

Fan Peiyang's villa is not far from his company, but it is quiet and the environment is extremely quiet.

It is almost dusk, and the sunset reflects the warmth of the living room.

Tang Lin sat on the sofa, staring at the water cup on the coffee table, and suddenly received a lot of information, which needed time.

Fan Peiyang waited quietly.

"So, what you mean..." Tang Lin finally spoke, "You pulled me into a world of passing through the level and used the props there to help me recover. The price is that from now on, I will pass through the level every night and return to reality in the early morning, just like you?"

Fan Peiyang nodded: "The summary is basically correct, but it is not props, but stationery."

Tang Lin: "Is there any time-efficiency?"

Fan Peiyang: "The effects of therapeutic stationery can be permanently preserved."

Tang Lin: "I will never get sick again in the future?"

Fan Peiyang: "… As far as I understand, it is just a one-time treatment stationery without lifetime insurance."

Tang Lin: "Will anyone die if you pass the barrier?"

Fan Peiyang: "No, once you are determined to have fatal damage, you will be forced to bounce back to reality, and you will suffer some minor injuries at most, but you will feel the pain of death at the moment you pop up."

Tang Lin: "Can I call the police?"

Fan Peiyang: "The feasibility is zero, because as long as you want to disclose information to non-travellers, you will have a split headache and you can't speak at all."

Tang Lin: "The last question, should I start from scratch, or do I just need to pass the remaining ten levels like you?"

Fan Peiyang: "It's not clear yet. If I separate, I will find a way to meet you."

The living room calmed down again, the afterglow of the setting sun spread on the green plants, and the leaves were mottled.

Things are far less severe than Tang Lin thought. He thought that he would like to cure terminal illness, which is almost resurrected, like many legends or famous works, exchange souls and devils. No matter how bad they are, they would have to lose everything or take away the most important thing.

None of them turned out to be.

He just went to the same place as Fan Peiyang and wanted to do the same thing. Just pass the level?

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It was not until this moment that Tang Lin truly felt the heat of life returning.

Fan Peiyang sat on the sofa opposite him, the person who brought him all this.

Tang Lin stood up and walked to Fan Peiyang, leaned over and gave the other party a solid hug without hesitation.

"You saved my life."

There are no fancy words, no stacked thanks, simple factual statements, but every word is a huge pound.
To be continued...