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Night Rain Fei Fei
The rain soaked the pavement, dampening the leaves as a gentle breeze stirred, casting dancing shadows. The glass of the window was blurred, limiting the view to the nearby desolate street. Xiao Qiang made no effort to disturb Nian Zhu, who had just fallen into a deep sleep. He stepped outside onto the balcony, a cigarette in hand, and gently pulled open the window, exposing himself to the cold air mixed with raindrops that splattered against his cheeks. The slight chill did nothing to disrupt his wandering thoughts.
The details of war had faded from his mind. Recently, Lin Yu had hinted at future plans for humanity to establish central outposts in the cosmos.
Perhaps one day, they would meet on one of those cosmic platforms. At that moment, they would truly be together, able to carve out a small space that belonged solely to them.
His thoughts drifted back to the strange events surrounding the Shagu Family. What was the current situation of Shagu Huo Nan and Bell? Surely it couldn't be as dire as the nanny had suggested; they wouldn't fall victim to unforeseen dangers. After all, that person was no ordinary individual—how could they willingly submit to Plum Blossom Rain's manipulation?
Since returning from Tomorrow's Battle and restarting time, Xiao Qiang felt as if someone was orchestrating events behind the scenes, as if there were details that needed closure between him and the Shagu Family.
And then there was Plum Blossom Rain. He sensed that another confrontation with her was inevitable. This wicked woman held an unconscious gaze fixed on a dark area where light could not reach.
In that shadowy space, something seemed to be lurking. Under Xiao Qiang's watchful eyes, it began to move… yes, it was moving. Before he could react, something flew toward him. Instinctively, he ducked but failed to evade whatever was coming at him. He reached out reflexively and felt a tiny Nano Tracker syringe; its liquid had already entered his skin. Realizing something was amiss, he still couldn't resist the numbing sensation spreading through his capillaries. His body swayed slightly as his vision began to blur, yet he could still see that dark mass starting to take shape—it was running away.
The balcony wasn't high up, but Xiao Qiang felt as if everything around him was spinning. He reached out in an attempt to steady himself against the window frame but missed entirely and lost his balance, tumbling downwards. The sensation of falling felt akin to plummeting from an airplane. When he hit the ground with a dull thud, he barely registered any pain; however, in that fleeting moment before closing his eyes, his acute hearing picked up footsteps approaching from all directions.
Xiao Qiang found himself in a strange dream. In the cosmos, on a milky-white platform, there was a large bathing pool where his goddess Lin Yu swam gracefully in a beautiful bikini, enjoying the tranquility of the water.
This was their shared work platform; his task was to patrol all outpost platforms in space, including maintaining system connections and repairs.
The cosmic platform faced threats from Alien System invaders who sought to sabotage human installations. The dream felt incredibly real—almost like a three-dimensional reality.
Connected to this platform was a system generated by cutting-edge technology using positron-electron colliders to create new particles—a high-performance artificial electronic system designed for humanity's survival after relocating to a new Earth.
This concept differed significantly from artificial satellites; it involved various applications of gravitational laws. In his hazy memory, he recalled a problem posed by an expert on cubes: A satellite with mass m orbits Earth in uniform circular motion at distance r from the center of Earth with known gravitational constant g and Earth's mass m—calculate (1) the magnitude of Earth's gravitational force on the satellite and (2) the satellite's speed. There were multiple answers and numerous ways to approach the topic; only minor differences existed in calculation methods.
Xiao Qiang's mind conjured this dream not by chance; it could be seen as a premonition of things to come. In the future, Earth would experience temporal imbalances and abnormal core rotations—this dream would ultimately manifest into reality.
Just like in 2040 during the Robot Era when rebellious machines declared that humanity posed the greatest threat to global biodiversity by creating powerful nuclear weapons and various pollutants that concealed viruses within smog.
Humanity was digging its own grave while Earth languished in despair; one day it would cease spinning altogether, darkness would descend, and anomalies would arise on cosmic platforms. Xiao Qiang found himself spending increasingly longer periods repairing these platforms more frequently.
Dreams and reality blurred together as Mr. Shagu appeared in his dream—a ghastly figure leaning close to Xiao Qiang's ear whispering: "You are mine… you are mine…"
Lin Yu felt as though he had lost his freedom. His eyelids were heavy, so heavy that he didn't want to open them. His hands instinctively twisted, feeling as if they were bound. Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
In front of him was a young, timid face—Nian Zhu. His consciousness sank again as the ground beneath him swayed. His legs ran uncontrollably, with Nian Zhu on his back, this girl who was neither related nor close to him, relying heavily on him.
Cold raindrops transformed into a syringe filled with anesthetic, piercing through the rain like sharp thorns aimed at him. Xiao Qiang instinctively reached out to grab it, but the needle plunged straight into his skin. He leaned forward and fell into an abyss…
“Ahhh…” He felt like a meteor plummeting from space. Above him appeared a white hole, starkly different from a black hole.
He suddenly hoped that the whirlwind created by the white hole would lift him up. In his memory, there was a theory: the multi-dimensional tunnel between white holes and black holes resembled whirlpools in the ocean—ubiquitous yet fleeting. So when he focused again, the white hole had vanished without a trace, and his body continued to plummet rapidly. A shiver ran through him… everything that had happened before was merely an illusion.
This time he truly awakened from the dream. In reality, Lin Yu did not exist; she was still battling the remnants of Mimicry. It was an unfamiliar environment. The test questions that appeared in the dream seemed to be from university days when a certain mentor spoke about them; they felt more like artificial destruction that disrupted his memory storage while erasing memories.
Countless unfamiliar data and fragmented memories flooded Xiao Qiang's mind. As his body cells were attacked by drugs and temporarily fell asleep, his memories became linked to reality, turning into dreams.
In the dream, he felt his body was imprisoned and lost its freedom. The moment he suddenly awoke, he indeed saw that he was in an unfamiliar environment.
The first thing he did upon waking was to struggle fiercely, trying to pull his hand out of a specially designed alloy lock. Bang! Bang! His futile struggles filled him with rage as Xiao Qiang roared like a lion.
To his right stood a Mecha Giant made of super alloy—the Mecha Giant that Nian Zhu mentioned in the dream. Xiao Qiang was stunned as a metallic sliding door creaked open, drawing his attention. Plum Blossom Rain, the malicious Serpent Woman, glided in through the doorway.
The Shagu Family was renowned far and wide, but unfortunately, under the influence of the senile Mr. Shagu, all their assets were controlled by Plum Blossom Rain. The motel that took in Xiao Qiang and Nian Zhu was also under her control; the motel owner had reported their whereabouts until he was ambushed at night by Yakuza assassins lurking beneath the balcony.
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