Night’s Nomenclature

Compared to the panic before the last time he traveled, Qingchen was much calmer this time.

He was waiting for the world to be shattered and reassembled, just like he was waiting for a dream to wake up.

In the small, cramped bedroom, Qingchen was still sitting on the edge of the bed in the same position he had before time travel. It was night outside, and the boning knife he was holding... was still in his hand.

Everything seemed like it had never happened.

Qingchen frowned, took out his cell phone in his pocket and looked at the time.

2022, September 28, 12:00:01.

Zero point and one second.

He clearly remembered that the date he traveled through was also September 28th, and the exact time was 12:00:00.

In other words, he spent two days in that world, but only one second passed here on Earth.

In the same way, when you return here, when you go back again, only one second has passed over there?

This should be the rule for all time travellers.

I don't know why Qingchen felt relieved when he thought of this. This way he no longer had to think of ways to explain to others why he had been missing for a while.

This is a very strange feeling of alienation, as if the world you are in now is no longer real.

Qingchen lowered his head and glanced at his arm. The purple bruise he had just made deliberately was still there.

The white lines on the other arm have changed, with a countdown of 47:59:45.

Countdown 47:59:44.

This time the countdown is 48 hours, which is two days, that’s right.

Only these can prove to him that everything he has experienced is true.

He had really been to a mechanical civilization, met a man named Li Shutong, was tested by a man named Lin Xiaoxiao with a nightmare, and met a licking dog named Lu Guangyi.

There was a calm Ye Wan and a strange big cat.

Just as Qingchen was thinking about it, his cell phone rang unexpectedly. It was an unfamiliar landline number.

"Hello," Qingchen said.

"Hello, this is the Wangcheng Road Police Station. That's right. Your father was detained for gathering people to gamble. Please come over," said a female voice on the other side of the phone.

Qingchen was stunned for a moment. He calculated the time and thought that his father, a gambler, had just been caught. Unexpectedly, he received a call from the police station.

"Um, what should I do?" Qingchen asked.

"According to the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, he needs to be detained and pay a fine. Please come and go through the procedures," said the girl on duty at the police station.

"I'm sorry, I won't go. Please punish him severely. According to the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, serious cases will be detained for not less than ten days but not more than fifteen days, and a fine of not less than five hundred yuan but not more than three thousand yuan will be imposed. Please give me He deserves the punishment, thank you," Qingchen shook his head and said.

The other party was also stunned for a moment: "Aren't you his son?"

Qingchen replied: "I reported the case. I am not his son. I am Mr. Qing, an enthusiastic citizen."

The lady on duty: "???"

Qingchen hung up the phone without any further hesitation. His gambler father would be detained for at least 10 days, which meant that he would not have to see him before his next time travel.

For some reason, Qingchen felt a little happy and relaxed when he thought of this.

However, for a teenager, it was not a good feeling to have his father detained and being yelled at.

Most teenagers will use their father as a role model when they are young. Once you find that your father is full of misdeeds and has no dignity, a certain load-bearing wall in your heart suddenly collapses.

Qingchen took a deep breath and slowly lay down on the bed. He turned on his phone and looked at his call history and WeChat, but he didn't see any news from his mother.

He didn't know why, but at a certain moment he even wanted to go back to that prison early.

Even though it is an unknown and dangerous world.

It was already past one in the morning, and Qingchen was not sleepy at all.

In the dark room, only the screen of his mobile phone illuminated his face.

On the screen of his mobile phone was the canon score he had just searched, and he had memorized every detail in his mind.

For Li Shutong, this thing was a lifelong regret, but for Qingchen, it was obtained without any effort.

Maybe this is the difference between the different worlds he lives in. The other person also has something that Qingchen dreams of.

However, should I give the music score to Li Shutong?

If so, how should I explain the origin of this score?

This matter is risky. Although Qingchen is not afraid of taking risks, he is afraid that the risks he takes are not worth it.

Therefore, before giving the score, he must determine whether Li Shutong has this value!

In the end, he still couldn't wait for his mother's call and message.

…

The first day of countdown, 7:30 in the morning.

Qingchen put on his blue and white school uniform and went out, eating instant noodles as he walked.

The Luocheng Foreign Language School he attended was divided into three campuses in the past few years, and the high school was only five minutes away from his home, just across a small road.

On Administrative Road, the aroma of egg-filled pancake breakfast stalls wafts out, and passers-by sit at the stalls and eat a bowl of hot tofu curd or spicy soup.

The freshly fried fried dough sticks are golden and crispy. The tea eggs are smooth and translucent after being peeled.

But Qingchen had no money, and his few savings were spent on purchasing supplies for the countdown.

This made his teeth hurt just thinking about it now, but he didn't regret it. After all, who knew what he was going to face at that time?

In Class 3, Grade 2, the classmate on duty was cleaning the classroom. The smell of water after mopping the classroom had not yet dissipated. The mop must have been moldy for a long time.

Qingchen was sitting in the last row. At this moment, he saw his deskmate Nan Gengchen walking into the classroom in a hurry, with a nervous look on his face.

"Teacher Du saw me skipping class yesterday. What did he say afterwards?" Qingchen asked in a low voice.

As a result, Nan Gengchen was so distracted that he seemed not to hear anything: "Ah? What?"

"It's okay," Qingchen shook his head: "Why do I see you so panicked?"

"Panic?" Nan Gengchen was startled: "No."

Qingchen stopped talking. If the other person didn't want to say anything, he didn't need to get to the bottom of it.

After a moment of silence, Nan Gengchen suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Qingchen, what would you do if you encountered something particularly weird?"

"Weird?" Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then looked at Nan Gengchen carefully. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "What is it specifically?"

"I don't know what it is, but it's very strange," Nan Gengchen said.

"Then call the police?" Qingchen's eyes were fixed on Nan Gengchen.

But Nan Gengchen's eyes lit up: "Yes, call the police! Qingchen, is your family sending everyone out?"

"Yes," Qingchen thought for a while and said, "My dad was just arrested last night for gathering people to gamble."

Nan Gengchen: "???"