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Time seems to have been cut away.
Somehow, Chen Jiahu suddenly found that his side was empty, the professor (Hesse) was gone, and the director (Lu Congjun) was gone. Obviously, they were chatting with him in his brand-new office just now, but in a blink of an eye, they disappeared and evaporated, leaving only the cigarette butts they left in the ashtray: a paper cigarette butt and half a cigar.
That cigarette end is still smoking.
Damn it!
Chen Jiahu muttered something and walked out the door. He looked around: no, there are only still lives in the yard, and occasionally a leaf or two blows. Shouted, but there was no answer. Shouted again ... even didn't reply several times. Am I dreaming? Chen Jiahu suddenly suspected that he was still on the mountain, and everything after going down the mountain was just a long dream. He walked into the house with dreamy steps. The office is at the end of the corridor, occupying it. This is a long room facing south. The south window is arched and the north window is square. Glass is ordinary glass, which looks weak and opaque.
After entering the room, Chen Jiahu paced aimlessly, from the arched south window to the square north window, and from the north window to the south window, as if measuring his mind. I don't know how many turns, but he finally stopped at the north window. It's four o'clock in the afternoon ...