Ke Meng, as Mr. Ke, directly communicates with the Chen family in reverse.
The first round of synaesthesia targets, directly on that special envelope.
A vague thought.
Kemon saw a flood of visions.
It is still the younger version of Mrs. Chen, sitting at the desk, 15 years younger.
She has a fair face, shiny black hair, and a youthful style of clothing. Her uniform is paired with a pleated skirt.
The difference was that what Kemen saw was much clearer, and the details on the desk were much more perfect.
Mrs. Chen was sitting at the table in a daze, with the envelope beside her.
Rustle rustle, the pen falls to write.
Suddenly, her eyes seemed to see something, and she showed a very scary expression.
Her eyes looked at the book next to her. The cover of the book seemed to be cast in a thick shadow, making her sweat profusely.
He wanted to scream, but his throat felt like it was stuck.
However, she seemed to remember something again.
Stretching out his hand and rubbing it into the indescribable fog, an indescribable sound seemed to come from his ears.
Kemen frowned, these chaotic sounds naturally had no effect on him.
Because among the confusing information, the hidden truth is a book called "Mathematics Compulsory Course 2".
At this time, Mrs. Chen seemed to have finally remembered something, and her expression was no longer confused.
The book in my hand is no longer shrouded in fog, and the evil whispers are no longer ringing in my ears.
Mrs. Chen lowered her head, and it read clearly - Mathematics (Compulsory Subject 2).
This section is the most unusual section among the pieces of information recorded in the envelope.
After Mrs. Chen retrieved her memory, she resumed reviewing as usual.
As mentioned before, Mrs. Chen's letter writing was not completed overnight, but took many steps to complete.
As time went by, the synaesthesia images condensed the scenes of more than ten days. Mrs. Chen was sometimes in a daze, sometimes frightened, and in the end she discovered that those indescribable things were all teaching materials.
However, Mrs. Chen still felt that something was wrong with her state, as if something was calling her.
Ever since, a letter to the future was written intermittently in these ten days.
The drafts were scrapped one after another, including long articles of two thousand words, compositions of one thousand words, and short articles that Kemeng had seen.
From the dozen or so manuscripts, Mrs. Chen chose the shortest one, put it in an envelope, sealed it with glue, and then placed it on a certain page of Compulsory Course Two of Mathematics that impressed Mrs. Chen the most.
Unexpectedly, the past events of fifteen years ago contained a lot of details.
Mrs. Chen's spirituality does not seem to be low.
At least when Ke Meng synesthetized the "envelope" as the evil god, the confusing information was very real, unlike Mrs. Chen's pure fantasy.
At this time, Kemen had new inspiration.
"True knowledge is hidden in the chaos. Is that how you understand it?" Kemen murmured.
This is the information carried in the envelope.
In reality, even with a little bit of spirituality, it is difficult to see through the hidden things to see the truth.
"But why did Mrs. Chen write to people in the future? What did she foresee?" The second question in Ke Meng's mind has not yet been answered.
I sensed the envelope again, trying to fully dig out the information contained in the envelope.
Those details that are difficult to detect are very clear in front of the evil god and are difficult to hide.
The message of the letter has not ended yet, and Kemeng uses the power of the evil god level to communicate with others.
The synaesthesia scene about the envelope appeared repeatedly in Xie Shen's mind.
Suddenly, Kemeng caught the follow-up.
The envelope was revealed again, and Ke Meng's face appeared in Ke Meng's mind.
At this moment, Kemeng suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling, with Tangyuan waving dog hair at him.
"came back?"
Kemen shook his hand. He knew why he woke up, because he saw himself.
The way to actively wake up from a dream is to use Cthulhu's spiritual synaesthesia to yourself, and then Cmon will awaken himself.
Once the dream ends, there will naturally be no more.
"Woof!" Tang Yuan asked in dog language if he wanted to invite Team Luo in.
"Please." Kemen nodded.
Captain Luo and others came in quickly, eager to know the new news.
"I still need to sleep for a while, you can wait here." After Kemeng finished speaking, he lay down again and closed his eyes to hypnotize himself.
Everyone just went out for fear of disturbing Kemeng, but once Kemeng is confident, there is no need to be too restrained.
In a dream.
Kemon transformed into Cthulhu again and experienced a wave of synesthesia.
Watch it again and again, but don't watch the last scene.
Seeing yourself will definitely wake you up.
Ke Meng wants to control the variables and stop before seeing himself.
Thanks to Kemen's careful control, he finally found a new beginning.
It is still the perspective of the envelope, which is sandwiched in the book and exposed to the light of day.
This time she saw the light of day again, and the person she saw again was still the younger version of Mrs. Chen.
There is no expression on her face that has been polished by the world, nor does she have the temperament of a 33-year-old mature young woman.
With a simple girl's heart, she opened the book, clamped the ordinary-looking envelope, and dropped it into the green mailbox.
"Sent to those who care about us in the future, please don't worry about us." She folded the book with her hands and looked sincere.
At this time, the envelope had fallen into the mailbox, and the vision was dark.
From outside the mailbox, Mrs. Chen's last words before leaving came: "Amen bless you."
Kemen had a premonition that the next piece of information carried in the envelope was to see himself, so he immediately interrupted the synaesthesia to avoid waking up from the dream.
"There's something wrong with this mailbox." Ke Meng tasted it carefully in his mind.
The synaesthesia message in the green mailbox is not important in the white envelope itself. What is important is that it carries the writer's thoughts.
Ke Meng looked back and forth and found that the probability of this memory appearing was very low.
After flipping back and forth ten times, it only appeared three times. Seven times it was blank, right up to the part where I saw Kemeng again.
Of course Kemen didn't want to wake up quickly and forced the car to stop at the end.
After reading more, the image of the green mailbox for future submissions gradually improved, and a complete model was built in Kemeng's mind.
But relying on this alone, Kemon couldn't sense the location of the mailbox.
The connection between Kemeng and the mailbox was too weak. The mailbox itself involved the rules of time, and he was not with the evil god. The synaesthesia conditions were too poor and synaesthesia failed.
"This should be a mailbox that can be used to submit articles for the future." Kemeng ended his meaningless synaesthesia and switched to synaesthesia for the "door" in Chen Momo's bedroom.
Kemeng sat in Chen Momo's room for so long, and even used a big-faced cat to directly break through the surface information of the "door". The contact was not too deep, but he could barely get through to the line.
Vaguely, Kemeng indeed "saw" a door.
The word "see" is not accurate enough. Kemeng used the spirit of the evil god to perceive that existence.
It was an extremely dim door, with no visible appearance and no specific appearance. It seemed to be just a concept, something that existed in the concept of human knowledge.
This concept is called "door".
