Chapter 240

I am convinced that what just happened was real and that there is nothing wrong with my mind.

Someone must be trying to harm me.

But who wants to harm me?

I have no idea.

I rubbed my hair, sat up from the bed and prepared to wash up. My friend brought in a cup of hot milk from outside and told me that sugar was specially added to the milk.

Because he knows I like it.

But do I really like it?

I don't know, but I think I don't like it because it's too sweet.

I seemed to frown, I didn't look in the mirror, I didn't know, but my friend was right across from me and he saw it.

He was concerned about me and asked me how I was doing.

I smiled at him and asked him if he heard anything.

I couldn't hear what he said because the room was well soundproofed and he was busy making breakfast for me.

"Are you still used to using the utensils in my kitchen?"

I frowned and asked curiously.

"Have you forgotten?

We have stayed in each other's rooms before, and of course I would use your things. You were on a business trip for a while, and you asked me to take your keys and look after your home.

How could I not know that? "

My friend smiled at me.

I nodded, finished the cup of hot milk and was about to wash the cup, but my friend held out his hand and said he could do it.

I handed him the cup and he walked out with it.

I'm not sure what he's thinking. Even if we're friends, I don't know what's going on in his head.

I think I shouldn't think about this anymore, it will make my mind more confused.

I nodded to myself in the mirror and washed my face with the towel hanging beside me. My friend came over and said to me, this is the second time I have washed my face.

No wonder the handkerchief was wet.

My friend smiled and said it was a joke.

I held the handkerchief and asked why?

My friend said it was because he wet it on purpose.

I nodded without asking any further questions.

He invited me out for breakfast and said he had made my favorite toast sandwich with ham, egg and lettuce.

He knew I didn't like tomatoes or onions very much, so he didn't cut the onions into the dish.

I nodded, and he handed me an iced coconut coffee.

"Give me this."

I widened my eyes in surprise.

My friend smiled at me.

"I'm glad you look better than before. If this helps, you can drink more."

My friend said to me in a very gentle tone.

I nodded, ate the food he cooked and drank the drink he gave me.

He prepared all the things I needed to go out.

I go out with him, go to work with him, and everything is fine.

It seemed like it had always been like this for many years.

Really?

I suddenly have a stomachache.

During my break at work, I went to the toilet and vomited with the door closed.

Spitting up food is normal.

It didn't suddenly turn into a stone, a bug, or anything like that.

I pressed the flush button and the vomit disappeared. The corner of my eye twitched and I laughed at myself in my heart for thinking such a ridiculous thing and for doubting my friend.

I opened the door and went out, and my friend was standing outside, as if he had been waiting for me. I was startled.

"What brings you here?"

I asked my friend.

My friend told me that he wanted to find me at work and found that I was missing, so he asked my colleague where I was. My colleague said I was in the toilet, so he came over.

He also said that the reason he was standing in front of the toilet door was because he heard noises inside and thought I would be inside.

I was definitely in this cubicle, he wasn't looking in the wrong place, his expression was normal, and his behavior seemed normal, too.

I don't know if he can read my mind, but when I look at him I always feel like he knows what I was thinking just now.

I smiled at him and said we should get out of here quickly, and he agreed.

He said he came to see me with the intention of bringing me lunch or eating with me in the cafeteria, but now he was a little worried about my stomach and asked me if I still had stomach problems.

I didn't know what he was saying. He looked at me with compassion and gentle eyes, as if he wanted to help me recall. He whispered to me that I had a stomachache before and he took me to the hospital.

I nodded doubtfully. He didn't say much, but asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital. I shook my head and refused.

He said he had learned a little about stomach massage and asked me if I wanted to try it. It happened to be lunch time, so we were both free and could take our time.

There is no problem at all going back to work after a rest.

He comforted me and held me. I followed him and slowly lightened my steps, as if I had entered a trance. I agreed to him.

He found a chair for me to sit on, closed my eyes, and lifted the clothes over my abdomen.

For a moment I jumped up like a dying fish.

I felt like there was an iceberg on the other side and I was a broken boat. If I hit it, I would definitely die. I suddenly became scared and wanted to leave, but he stopped me.

"What are you thinking? You don't want to go to the hospital. You don't always have medicine with you. Are you not in pain now?"

My friend seemed a little angry and asked me.

I stopped and bent down. It was really painful. I couldn't walk anymore, so I had to sit back down.

I closed my eyes and he pressed my shoulders. His palms were very hot, like a burning stove. I could feel the burn through my clothes.

But this time I didn't jump, and I didn't feel any burns on my flesh.

I gradually fell asleep.

My friend is very kind to me and I shouldn't doubt him.

I apologized to him and walked him out. He waved his hand and asked me not to walk him out again. He told me that we could go home together today. I nodded, and that was the agreement.

My work suddenly made progress.

My superiors are going to assign me to do another thing.

They gave me a cell phone and told me that on the other side of the phone was an alien who was in contact with us.

I just need to chat with the aliens, get information, and try not to expose my situation.

I nodded and took the phone, but this kind of thing was really boring. I didn't have much to ask. I usually don't have much to say, even to my friends.

Suddenly there was a person next to me, that person was my friend, and he said to me, maybe I could do this.

I wanted to give him the phone, but suddenly hesitated. I asked him who let him in.

I am no longer in the office where I used to work. I am now in a small, cramped single room.

This room is highly confidential, with no windows on all sides, very bright lighting, and many cameras to ensure uninterrupted surveillance from all angles throughout the day.

How did he come in suddenly?

I didn't feel anything at all.

I didn't hear any sound, but if he was a normal person, there would be no sound of footsteps. There was no carpet here. Could it be that he had learned the skills of climbing walls?

He looks neither like a centipede nor like a gecko.

It doesn't look like a spider at all. I can't imagine how it climbed over the wall and got in here.

My friend smiled at me and said that his boss informed him that he could participate in this plan, so he would work in the same place as me in the future and we were now colleagues among colleagues.

I nodded, handed him the phone, and stood up and changed seats with him. He was now sitting on the chair I had sat on before, while I stood beside him, bored, and looked around.

"Are you interested in aliens?"

My friend asked me.

"I don't know, I should be interested."

I answered with a frown on my face.

"You seem to be getting more and more anxious lately. What are you worried about?"

My friend asked me.

I have no idea.

Why does he always ask me questions that I don't know the answers to?

I shook my head.

That's the answer.

He knows what I mean.

"Then let me tell you something about what I just asked you."

My friend smiled at me.

I nodded.

"The aliens will leave after a while. They are guaranteed to be friendly, but there are some words that are incomprehensible. Maybe some people will need to explain them fully."

My friend asked me, "Would you like to be the one who makes contact with aliens?

Would you be willing to explain our words to aliens?

Are you willing to explain to the aliens what the aliens don't understand?"

I was stunned, and the answer in my mind was still the same: I don't know.

My friend saw my answer, smiled, stood up, patted me on the shoulder, and told me not to be nervous and to do whatever I wanted as long as I was happy.

There's nothing we can screw up right now anyway.

I nodded hesitantly.

My friend suddenly said to me, I have two movie tickets, let's go to the movies together after get off work, it was said to be a new movie press conference.

"Didn't you attend a press conference not long ago? Maybe there are some similarities between the two situations, and you can feel at home there, and maybe it can help you regain some confidence."

My friend was kind-hearted. He smiled at me and slapped the movie ticket into my hand.

I accepted it with hesitation.

After get off work, we went home together for dinner and went to the cinema. The movie just started with a story about aliens. I didn't expect aliens to be so popular now, but I wasn't interested in the movie.

I was almost distracted the entire time until the end of the movie, when people around me burst into applause. Although I had no idea what they were applauding for, I didn't move, but it would have been so out of place for a person to stay still.

I didn't know what to do, I turned around and looked at my friend, who was holding his mobile phone and doing his job, which was the same as mine, chatting with the alien.

He still remembers it!?