The entire cafe is still filled with a dark blue light from lightning. The heat coming out of the coffee on the table is getting slower and slower until a ray of white mist stops in the cup, as if it is solidified. There is no sound in the cafe, so quiet that only the rhythm of his heart beating. It seems that he has been vacuumed, and the Koreans only feel a little difficult to breathe. Looking out the window, the rain scattered in the sky is also stopped in the air like still, with a string of large and small connected. A lightning bolt in the sky is inserted into the dark clouds, and the light of the lightning penetrates the dark clouds, which is more like a night light used in a certain theme hotel. The branches and leaves of trees planted by the road

It still maintains the appearance of being blown by the wind. The raindrops falling on the ground no longer look like playing a symphony, but more like an ink painting. The raindrops also splash around like flowers. The eyes moved forward, and the ground was filled with translucent "little flowers". At this time, the scene that entered the eyes of the Korean official can only be seen in landscape paintings or photos. Although it is now in summer, such heavy rain makes the air not stuffy, but cold sweats as big as pearls emerged near the temples of the Korean official. This forced the Korean official to consider whether his worldview collapsed, and the current strange scene is unprecedented.

Han Yuan thought to himself, "Sure enough, it's exactly the same as the scene in my dream last night. Or am I still dreaming now?" But when he thought, "It's impossible, it's impossible to have such a real dream." In order to confirm whether this idea was wrong, Han Yuan aimed at his thighs and used almost breastfeeding force. If he could see it, Han Yuan's thigh would definitely be purple in an instant. Han Yuan's face was flushed and his eyes were bleeding, like a drop of chili oil: "Ah!" Han Yuan still couldn't help but shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Isn't this tm stupid with such great force?" Han Yuan hurriedly rubbed his thighs that were swollen by himself and thought to himself, "If this is the real environment, why is everything still? Also, where are people? Did Ling also encounter the same situation as me? What is the connection between my dream last night?"

This series of questions flashed through the Korean officer's mind, and he observed the surrounding environment. Even the Korean officer, who had always been unhappy in daily life, may not be able to calm down when encountering such a strange scene. The Korean officer's face was covered with cold sweat, and he put the denim suit that had just been soaked in the rain and was about to find a way to escape. Just as he was about to turn around, his eyes found that there was a "silhouette" standing outside the window not far from where he was now.

The Korean official was stunned at first, rubbed his eyes and confirmed that he had read it wrong. But not far from him, there was indeed a "personal figure". If he looked at his figure, he was so tall and straight. If the Korean official had not seen the "personal figure" moving, he would have thought it was just a statue. However, the direction of the "personal figure" moving was indeed towards the Korean official. In order to see more clearly, the Korean official approached the glass on the window. Because the light outside was too dark and the dark blue light that kept lightning from the cafe was thrown in, he really couldn't see clearly what the "personal figure" looked like. He could only see "personal figure".

The shadow "is getting bigger and bigger, which shows that it is already very close to him. The Korean officer took a few steps back and even retreated to the corner of the wall. He wiped the sweat all over his face and looked around to see if there was anything that could be defended. The Korean officer's eyes were locked on the wooden stick for decoration placed on the counter on his right hand. The Korean officer almost rushed over. After getting the stick, he felt a little uneasy. He looked outside the window, "Oh? Where is that shadow?" The Korean officer was confused and leaned towards the window and glanced out the window. The "silhouette" was indeed gone. The Korean officer breathed a sigh of relief and just wanted to leave here quickly.

"Are you looking for me?" Han Yuan took a few steps, a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar voice sounded behind Han Yuan's ears. The originally strange and quiet environment was terrifying enough, not to mention that Han Yuan had repeatedly confirmed that there was no one else in the cafe except him. Han Yuan's temple burst out from blue veins and cold sweat appeared on his back. His legs instantly stiffened and his body was still maintaining the running movement just now.

"Han official, welcome to the Gate of the Century."

Han Yuan was suppressed by this strange atmosphere for too long. His body was a little uncontrollable, but his mind was still very fast. "Who is she? It's so familiar to hear the sound, but why did I have no impression of it? How could she know my name? What is the Gate of Century?" Han Yuan wanted to ask what was going on, and turned his body over very stiffly.

"Who are you!" Han Yuan's words came first than his eyes, and then it entered Han Yuan's eyes but there was nothing, empty. This made Han Yuan even a little crazy and shouted: "Who is it! Who is playing tricks on me!"

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