planet reborn

Standing in the foyer, I spent a long time confirming whether I had entered the wrong door. After that, I hesitantly confirmed that this was my home. The reason why I was sure was because first of all, the key fit perfectly.

In the keyhole, the collision of these two things was like the tacit understanding of an old couple living together. Furthermore, when I stepped into this building a few minutes ago, everything was still the same as before, and no one had cleaned it for a long time.

The dust on the ground seems to have fallen on

There is a thick layer of snow, and the original white walls are full of angry footprints of some people and random graffiti of the street artist above me. This building has an elevator, but I almost never take it because I don't trust its safety.

Coefficient, in the short time since I moved here, this cute guy has imprisoned people inside several times. Since there is no emergency call device, one of them poor people spent the whole night inside.

I climbed up the stairs to the 7th floor where I lived. During the whole process, I almost closed my eyes. I had no strength left after the series of things just happened. I followed my previous intuition and groped my way up in the dark. I remember every step.

Something would appear around the corner, old clothing bins, broken flower pots, old and cheap furniture, all of which were clearly identifiable in my mind, making them

Even if I don't look at my feet, I can easily and accurately avoid these things that don't belong here. When I was on the 4th floor, I even said hello to my neighbor. I know him very well. He is a company like me.

A small clerk, neatly dressed and seemingly dignified, leaves his small residence every day and blends into the embrace of this magnificent city with the smell of cheap perfume.

Excluding those tiny details, just this... can prove that this is indeed my home, but I still don't have the courage to take a step. Because I hesitate because this place doesn't look like my residence. Dark solid wood

The floor is as bright as a lake in the dark, and the fragrance of floor wax is still swirling in the air above. The milky white furniture exudes the calmness and low-keyness of a frugal style, and the walls as far as the eye can see are not very regular.

There are several postmodernist-style oil paintings hanging on the floor. The chandelier overhead pours soft warm light into the room, making me feel soft and happy. This is actually the Nordic style I have always longed for. Compared with the previous complicated and complicated

French style, in my mind, the frugal Nordic style is easier to clean. I have had enough of the troubles caused by the places where carved furniture easily hides dirt and evil and practices, causing me, a somewhat mysophobic person.

In addition to the changes in decoration, another thing that confuses me is the area. From what I can see, its area exceeds the area of ​​the entire floor. The height of the room is also different from that of this old building from decades ago.

Symmetrical, the floor height here is almost the height of a two-story building. There seems to be more space waiting for me to explore in the extensions that are beyond the reach of the eyes. The open kitchen opposite is big enough to allow an elephant to relax

I walked around the place. There were various metal utensils on the large bar, and the furnishings were so high-end that I couldn’t afford any of them.

I was confused for a long time before I took a small tentative step, leaned out and looked into the depths of the room. More furniture appeared in front of me. The sofa in the living room was wide enough to accommodate two pairs of adults having sex.

Surrounded by the vague music, I listened carefully. It was an Italian opera. It was ethereal and transparent, and the sound must be good. I thought so.

"Mom? Have you been here?" I asked softly.

My mother is a more diligent person than me. She often visits my place when I am working during the day, cleaning every corner of the room diligently like a paid cleaner, and rearranging various things according to her preferences.

The placement of things, regardless of whether I can find them, makes me feel surprised that I have broken into someone else's house every time I go home. However, this time I don't quite believe that these are my mother's masterpieces.

The door at the other end of the living room opened, which startled me. The little man I met in the restaurant was wearing a black tuxedo and walked towards me very tangible. His shiny hair was illuminated by the light.

Shines like a diamond.

"Good evening, sir! Welcome home." The little man walked up to me and bowed in a formal manner. I quickly took back the steps I had just taken, stared at him and asked, "Why are you here?"

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"I am your butler, sir. I am responsible for everything in your residence."

"You weren't in that restaurant..." I was still not sure. Although the old man told me that this was my world, I was still a little uncomfortable with such changes.

The little man didn't mind my answer as the master. He stretched out his hand sideways and said, "Please follow me, sir. The bath water has been prepared for you."

He led me into the door he just passed through. On the other side of this door is a larger space. What I just saw was only a small part. It has a complex layout, consistent decoration, and doors everywhere.

, I was led by him through a maze through several doors and entered a larger living room. At that time, I was thinking that if all the furniture was removed, an indoor football match could be held here.

, before your eyes

What happened was beyond the scope of my imagination. There were so many readily available furniture items that I could never imagine their uses. At the far end of the living room, I saw the stairs extending upward. The little man led me through the living room and walked straight up.

His movements on the building were quite interesting. He jumped up the stairs with two legs. Due to the excessive amplitude, the two hems of his tuxedo flew up and down with his steps, exposing his round butt.

The second floor was still spacious. He opened a double door, pointed inward and said, "Your bedroom is here."

This room is the simplest bedroom I have ever seen, with black floors and white walls. There is only a large bed directly opposite and the only furniture here. The sheets are red. There is an aura that is about to come out slowly drifting towards me.

Come, it makes me inexplicably excited. The only thing that makes me strange is that there are no lights here, but the light source

Where did it come from? It seemed that the whole room was a luminous body. When I was still deducing this matter with my little scientific knowledge, the little man had already walked to the wall. He stretched out his hand and pushed gently, and something appeared on the wall.

As soon as he reached the door, the door panel opened obediently. He stood sideways at the door and said, "The bathroom is here."