Chapter 97 Bungee Jumping Machine 1 Don’t be polite to scumbags.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick--" The fifth alarm clock rang again with an indomitable and persevering spirit.

A white, thin hand stretched out from the soft gray quilt, groping around until it grabbed the alarm clock, the source of the evil sound, and then skillfully turned it off again.

The room was silent for a while. It was already daybreak. The dim light filtered through the curtains without blackout layers, shrouding the unlit house in a ball of dim light. The person huddled in the quilt finally moved and, despite all odds, managed to sit up.

An Rao opened his eyes, and what came into view was a ceiling that he was very familiar with. Because he rented an apartment in an old residential area, the mottled pale ceiling was the first thing he saw when he woke up every morning. Even the mottled marks were familiar to him.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick--" the alarm clock on the bedside table roared heartlessly again. An Rao looked at the alarm clock quickly as if in response to stress. It was a small gray-blue painted retro alarm clock with a piece of paint missing from the edge. The alarm clock was something he found at a small street stall one day, and a piece of paint had fallen off due to moving.

Next to the alarm clock was a mug with a scarf-wearing bear pattern. This was her habit. She would always put a glass of water on the bedside table before going to bed in case she woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and couldn't find water to drink. Her glasses were usually placed next to the mug. An Rao looked away and found her glasses next to the mug.

What's going on?! Am I back in the real world? Or is this all just a nightmare?

An Rao suddenly thought of something, and he threw off the quilt and got out of bed, not even bothering to put on his slippers. He ran barefoot to the dressing mirror, but just froze in front of the mirror.

The silver hair disappeared, and the young man in the mirror had short black hair, with traces of cutting still remaining on the ends of his hair that had just been cut. He was wearing dark grey cotton plaid pajamas that were a little wrinkled from sleeping. It seemed like an ordinary morning, and the only special thing was probably that he had a very realistic nightmare.

But, was it really just a dream? That… Baichuan… didn’t exist at all?

An Rao touched the ends of his short hair and suddenly pulled a strand of hair out. The pain of having his hair pulled out was so real, just like all the pain he felt in his dreams. The hair on his palm was black and soft, without any trace of white.

But if this was a dream, then I was clearly fired from the law firm by my boss, so where were the things I packed up?

Thinking of the law firm, An Rao looked up at the wall clock and said, "Oops!"

The Ox and Horse Soul suddenly woke up when he saw that he still had half an hour before work. He didn't have time to think about whether the dream was true or not. He hurriedly brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed clothes, then picked up his bag and went out like a whirlwind.

"Bang!" The poor quality door of the rental house was closed. The chaos in the early morning did not allow An Rao to notice that there were three large black suitcases in his small rental house that did not exist.

Tianqin Law Firm is the best and largest law firm in Lancheng, and it is also the law firm where An Rao has worked since graduation. The fact that a law firm can have a place in the most prosperous CBD in Lancheng is enough to demonstrate its extraordinary status in the industry.

An Rao stood at the foot of Lancheng's iconic landmark office building, looked up at the towering building in front of him, sighed, and walked in.

An Rao didn't completely trust this place along the way. Last night's crying and Bai Chuan's hug were so real. The transaction between that strange man in black named Dimon and himself had not been completed yet. How could he return to the real world so easily?

However, if the amusement park was not a dream, how could one explain his black hair? After exiting an amusement park, the damage could be reduced but not eliminated, and his white hair could turn silver but not black again. This was an unchangeable rule, so how could one explain the current situation?

An Rao felt as if he had become Truman in "The Truman Show". He felt that the whole world was fake but had no way to prove it. But along the way, the aroma of the fresh meat dumplings from Zhang's Baozi Shop downstairs, the sizzling sound of the fried dough sticks tumbling in the pan from Aunt Wang's shop next door, the hustle and bustle of the road, the crying of children who didn't want to go to school... everything was so real.

When An Rao came to his senses, he found that his muscle memory had started to act. His hand had already taken out the elevator access card from his bag, waiting to swipe it to enter this famous office building, which is also a popular check-in spot in Lancheng.

"Ding." The card made a crisp verification sound in the sensing area, proving that he had passed the verification. The transparent door of the gate machine opened, indicating that he could walk into the elevator waiting area of ​​the office building where he had worked for several years.

This ordinary and insignificant sound was like some kind of stamp of certification, telling him that this was the human world, without strange puppet staff, unpredictable rides, iron fences, wristbands and points, and of course, no Kashiwa.

"Are you going to leave or not?" The person behind looked at An Rao standing in front of the already opened gate in a daze and complained impatiently, "If you are not working, don't block the road. I still need to punch in!"

This impolite complaint made An Rao feel particularly at ease at the moment. He really came back! Was it because of... Bai Chuan?

That left one last question. Since I fainted yesterday when I was packing up and leaving because my boss, Lawyer Wang, fired me, why did I wake up in my own room? Was that also an illusion?

"Hi! Are you okay?" An Rao's shoulder was suddenly put into arms. It was Zhou Yan, who sat at the table next to him, a colleague who always liked to stick to him.

An Rao froze for a moment, and unnoticeably shook off Zhou Yan's arm, pretending to be confused: "Yesterday...what happened yesterday..."

"You, you really are..." Zhou Yan looked at An Rao's pale face, and the bruises on his forehead from fainting yesterday, "I don't know what you and the boss are arguing about."

An Rao was stunned. Arguing with the boss? He clearly remembered that he was kicked out by the boss when he went to ask about the situation. However, Lawyer An reacted so quickly that he immediately scratched his head with a look of regret on his face: "I was impulsive, I was impulsive!"

"It's okay. Luckily, your boss is a good person and didn't make a fuss with you. When he saw you fainted, he drove you to the hospital himself. After the examination, he asked me to take you home." Zhou Yan's expression was a little evasive when he said this. Although it was only for a moment, it did not escape An Rao's eyes.

"But how do you know my home address and have my house key?" An Rao had no intention of letting Zhou Yan, who was always clingy to her, go, and asked directly.

"Ah, this..." Zhou Yan dodged for a long time and could only answer haltingly, "Your home address can be checked in the administrative office, and isn't your spare key always in the drawer..."

An Rao did not ask any more questions, but subconsciously moved a little further away from Zhou Yan. He had just moved a few days ago and had not told the administration. It was true that the key was in the drawer, but he had not told anyone. There were only two possibilities for Zhou Yan's answer: either Zhou Yan was really spying on him in a perverted way, or this was a game in the amusement park, and they were just using Zhou Yan to make up for the current situation.

"Hey," Zhou Yan scratched his head and added very embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, actually I saw the rental contract you left on the table that day, and I remembered the address because I lived close to you. Then one day I saw you throw a new key into the drawer, and I thought it should be the key to your new house."

"You've observed very carefully." An Rao forced a smile, not intending to continue arguing with Zhou Yan about this matter. After all, compared to figuring out the current situation, this was the most insignificant problem. "So I fainted, was sent to the hospital, and then it was diagnosed that there was nothing serious. You took me back home and threw me on the bed to sleep all night?"

"Yeah," Zhou Yan nodded. He didn't say anything. He opened the door and put An Rao down on the bed. Then he used the excuse that he was uncomfortable sleeping in a shirt and trousers to enjoy the benefit of changing clothes for a beauty. "It's not a big problem. It's just hypoglycemia."

An Rao thought of himself in the mirror in the morning with messy buttons on his pajamas. He was silent for a long time before he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Thank you."

An Rao and Zhou Yan chatted casually. When they walked to their adjacent workstations, the things he had packed were put back in place exactly as if he had just gone home from get off work yesterday and returned to work today.

"Oh, when you fainted yesterday, the cardboard box was broken and all your stuff fell to the ground. I thought you had a quarrel with the teacher and you were angry so you put your stuff back together. I put it back together roughly according to my memory. If there's anything wrong, you can change it yourself!"

An Rao scanned the area and found that there were indeed a few minor misplacements. These minor mistakes actually tilted the balance in his heart a few points more towards the "real world". An Rao was even in a good mood and thanked Zhou Yan who coveted him: "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" Zhou Yan didn't expect An Rao to really not pursue the matter of him going to his house without permission and changing his clothes. He hurriedly nodded to tell him not to be polite, and grabbed a bag of candy and handed it to An Rao, "I bought some candy. Eat some next time you feel dizzy."

Before An Rao could thank him, he saw the door of the office not far away opened. Their boss, Lawyer Wang, stood at the door and stared at An Rao, who was still pale. "An Rao, come in."

Lawyer Wang's office is very spacious. Not only does it have a spectacular wall of books, but there is also a tea room in the corner for people to chat. It is decorated in an antique style, and even the tables and chairs are carved from heavy golden nanmu. In this CBD area where every inch of land is valuable, this place can be considered a luxury.

"I won't hold it against you about what happened yesterday," Lawyer Wang sat behind his large desk, tapping his fingers on the table. He was a handsome middle-aged man who kept a good figure. He stood out among the fat and bald partners. He was the most popular elite lawyer in the entire CBD and even in the entire Lancheng. "You don't have to resign. I will nominate you as a partner this year, and I will give you cases in the future."

"Are you trying to bribe him?" An Rao smiled slightly, not even having time to think about whether the lawyer Wang in front of him was an NPC or the real lawyer Wang. "What if I insist on being serious?"

"An Rao," Lawyer Wang looked a little angry, "Do you think I need to bribe you? You take yourself too seriously. So what if you saw my documents? Do you have any evidence? Do you know how many people jump off buildings every day in the CBD?"

"Boy," Lawyer Wang picked up a lighter and lit it, looking at the light blue flame, and said slowly, "Don't overestimate your abilities."

An Rao was about to retort, but when he looked up and saw the lighter in Lawyer Wang's hand, his pupils suddenly contracted. It was an expensive metal lighter, with a pure black poisonous snake with its mouth open in anger hovering on the old titanium-colored metal shell.

He had no impression that Lawyer Wang had this lighter, so was this a hint? Was this a game or reality?

"Okay, I won't leave, and I won't pursue this matter any further." An Rao looked out the window. It was raining in Lancheng. It was the season when it rained every day. An Rao couldn't remember whether it was raining yesterday when he went out angrily. Memories are like glass windows in the rainy season. No matter how you wipe them, they can't be cleaned or seen clearly.

Lawyer Wang was quite surprised by An Rao's sudden change of attitude. He raised his eyebrows, as if to express his appreciation for An Rao's tactfulness: "I will definitely nominate you for partner this year."

"Thanks." Don't be polite to scumbag.

An Rao was extremely exhausted after working at class that day. Apart from Lawyer Wang's black snake lighter, there was nothing unusual in his life. When he turned on his computer, he was working on the manuscript of the project he was in charge of. The data in the Excel spreadsheet had been proofread by himself. Even the typos on the documents sent by the intern were those often made by the young intern. Even the boss habitually forgot to put the tableware for the roast goose rice that he usually ordered for lunch.

This can't be an amusement ride. What kind of monster could have all the details restored to this extent? If it could really be restored so perfectly, probably only the God of Creation could do it.

At night, An Rao lay in bed listening to the sound of raindrops dripping on the eaves and carefully recalling every scene of the day, trying to find clues that this was a game level. Suddenly, a small "click" sound came from the direction of the living room, as if a metal level was carefully opened by someone, which sounded extremely harsh in the quiet late night.

Who is it? An Rao picked up the baseball bat beside the bed and quietly walked to the door. He held the bat against the wall, thinking that he would knock the door down as soon as it opened.

"Ding." The lock tongue was moved away obediently, the door opened, and a beautiful, slender hand with distinct joints appeared in An Rao's sight.