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 Volume one.
 The first chapter of the night: Sonata.
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 Autumn in 2022.
 The patter of light rain fell from the gray sky, floating lightly on the city streets.
 It is autumn, and from time to time, pedestrians without umbrellas can be seen passing by with their hands over their heads.
 In the narrow Junmin Hutong, there is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy sitting opposite an old man under the canopy next to the supermarket canteen.
 The whole world outside the canopy was dark and the ground was darkened by rain. Only the ground under the canopy was left with a dry area, as if there was only one piece of pure land left in the entire world.
 In front of them was a dilapidated wooden chess board with a red "Fu Lai Supermarket" sign on top of their heads.
 "General," the young Qingchen said and stood up, leaving the old man with sparse hair sitting in a daze.
 Young Qingchen glanced at the other party and said calmly, "No need to struggle."
 "I can still..." the old man said unwillingly: "This is only 13 steps down..."
 In his words, the old man felt a little embarrassed about the situation of losing his helmet and abandoning his armor in thirteen steps.
 Qing Chen didn't explain anything, the murderous intentions were revealed on the chessboard, it was the last moment that Tuqiang saw.
 The young man had a clean face and clear eyes. He was just sitting there in a plain school uniform, as if he was purifying the world around him a little more transparently.
 The old man threw the chess piece he was holding onto the chessboard and discarded the piece to admit defeat.
 No one beside Qing Chen walked into the counter of the nearby supermarket, took 20 yuan from the change basket under the counter and put it into his pocket.
 The old man looked at Qing Chen scoldingly: "I have to lose you 20 yuan every day! I just won 20 yuan from Lao Li Lao Zhang in the morning, and I lose all to you now!"
 Qing Chen picked up the money, then sat back next to the chessboard and started replaying: "If they hadn't been willing to play chess with me, I wouldn't have to win money through you. You need face, I need money, it's fair. Reasonable."
 "You can eat me, right?" The old man murmured, "The fortune teller said that I can live to seventy-eight. I am only fifty now. If you lose 20 yuan a day, how much do I have to pay? "
 "But I also teach you to play chess to win back your face," Qing Chen replied calmly, "You are not at a loss by this calculation."
 The old man murmured, "But what you taught these past two days has been useless."
 Qing Chen glanced at him: "Don't talk about yourself like that."
 Old man: "???"
 The old man re-arranged the chessboard irritably, and then eagerly said: "It's all right, let's resume the game."
 At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly bowed his head.
 The time that had just passed, seemed to replay from his mind.
 The guns that hit the head in the head, the fierce pawns in the Chu He Han realm, echoed one by one in his mind.
 More than that.
 And the uncle who passed by them when playing chess, holding the four sesame cakes he just bought, the sesame cakes just out of the oven fainted some water vapor, and the transparent plastic bag was stained with a layer of white mist.
 The little girl in a white dress walked by with an umbrella, and there were two beautiful butterflies on the upper of her little leather shoes.
 Above the sky, the precarious rain fell in the alley, crystal clear.
 At the end of the alley, the 103 bus flashed past the narrow alley, and a woman in a beige windbreaker rushed to the bus station with an umbrella.
 The sound of footsteps and the sound of running water as the rain flows into the manhole cover by the roadside, these noisy sounds make the world extremely quiet.
 Qing Chen has never forgotten all this, although it is difficult to recall.
 But the difficulty does not mean it is impossible.
 This weird memory is Qing Chen's innate talent, just like he picked an archive from the long river of time, and then read the picture in the archive magnetic strip.
 Qing Chen resisted the dizziness in his brain and squeezed the chess pieces on the chessboard.
 The old man stopped talking immediately, and stared at the board with his eyes intently. The resumption after each game was also the agreed terms of the game.
 Qing Chen is responsible for teaching chess, and the old man learns chess after losing money.
 This scene is a bit weird, Qing Chen does not have the modesty and shyness that young people should have when facing the elderly, but like a teacher.
 The other party didn't think there was anything.
 "The red square cannon two equal five, the black cannon eight equal five, the red horse two enters three, the dark horse eight enters seven, the red square cart one enters one, the black square cart nine equals eight..." Qing Chen moved the chess piece step by step.
 The old man didn't blink his eyes. The start was normal, but he couldn't figure out how to get to the sixth step. He obviously ate the opponent's horse, but suddenly fell into a slump.
 "The essence of the thirteen tricks for abandoning horses is to enter the cart and abandon the horse in the sixth step. This is a killer to tear the line of defense," Qing Chen said quietly, "I see the chess you played with that old man in Wangcheng Park the day before yesterday. Now, he likes to start the game smoothly. It’s no problem for you to beat him with these thirteen tricks."
 The old man on the opposite side fell into deep thought, and then asked in a low voice: "Can you really beat him?"
 "Learn the thirteen tricks I taught you to abandon the horse in one week, and you can get your face back," Qing Chen said, "After all... he didn't do that much."
 There was a hint of joy on the old man's face.
 But he suddenly asked, "If I can beat him by studying for a week, how long will I be able to beat you by studying chess?"
 Under the canopy, Qing Chen thought about it seriously: "The fortune teller said you can live seventy-eight years old... Then it's too late."
 The old man's complexion was stagnant: "If you say a few words, I might be able to live to seventy-nine... Hey, you should study by yourself late at the moment. Why do you leave school so early today?"
 He knows that Qing Chen is a sophomore in high school. Today is Tuesday, so the 13th high school two blocks away should be studying late at this time.
 Qing Chen thought for a while and replied, "I'm waiting for someone."
 "Waiting for someone?" The old man was taken aback for a moment.
 Qing Chen got up and looked at the drizzle outside the canopy, his eyes dangling in the rain curtain.
 The old man said, "Qing Chen, your kid is so good at chess, why don't you go to a chess match? Didn't you say that you are short of money? You have money to win the championship."
 Young Qingchen shook his head: "I just remembered a lot of chess scores in my head, not how good I played chess. Memory does not mean analytical ability. It's okay to play with you, and I will be shy when I meet a master. . My way is not here. Chess is only temporary."
 "It's all in my head..." The old man sighed: "I used to think that remembering things like this was made up by others."
 The rain slowly stopped.
 At this moment, the old man suddenly noticed that Qing Chen was stunned. He followed the boy's gaze and looked towards the end of Junmin Hutong. He happened to see a couple walking with a little boy.
 The middle-aged woman is wearing a delicate windbreaker, holding a cake box in her hand with a beautiful purple ribbon on the box.
 The gray world couldn't stop the joyful look on the three of them. Qing Chen turned around and left, leaving the old man sitting under the canopy at the entrance of Fulai Supermarket and sighing softly.
 The middle-aged woman saw Qing Chen's back, she called out Qing Chen's name, but Qing Chen disappeared at the other end of the alley without looking back.
 The walls on both sides of the hutong were very old, and after the white walls fell off, they left patches of mottled red bricks.
 The people Qing Chen was waiting for came, but he didn't want to wait anymore.
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 In the blue and purple neon, under the dense steel sky, the front end of the data torrent is the world after the technological revolution, and it is also the boundary between reality and illusion.
 Steel and body, past and future.
 Here, the outer world and the outer world coexist, and everything in front of you is like a wall of time.
 Darkness gradually shrouded.
 But you have to understand, my friend, we can’t deal with darkness with gentleness, we have to use fire.
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 One dream for 100,000 years. 
 Wang Xiao has been a magic god for 100,000 years in his dream. After waking up, he has set off a storm of magic gods on the earth, creating the era of magic technology and bringing magic technology to millions of households. 
 Magic creature computer, magic car, magic weapon, magic aircraft carrier, magic ship … 
 This is the era of magic energy that belongs to the god of the God Xiao Xiao!
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 Recently, Gu Fan, the president of Nitiantian Games, once again fell into the spotlight because of a small bug in the new game. 
 As a top designer in the industry, all games designed by Gu Fan have very distinctive characteristics: 
 At first, players felt that these games were junk games with boring gameplay and purely disgusting players. 
 But after players discovered a major BUG, the gameplay of these games has undergone earth-shaking changes, making people sleepless and unable to stop! 
 As a result, players once again started a big discussion about "Is this a BUG or a game mechanism?" 
 In this regard, Gu Fan seriously clarified in the interview: 
 "Hello everyone, I am Gu Fan, a game designer. You can also call me by my English name: fan·gu (anti-bone). 
 "I solemnly declare once again that these so-called 'core gameplay' are not our company's original design, they are all BUG! It's just because players like it, so we haven't fixed it!"
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 Global digitization, the advent of all realms. 
 The invasion of the world of all races, the proliferation of secret dungeons, and the era of universal professionals have arrived. 
 Qin Che has changed his job to become an auxiliary reconnaissance professional insect operator, but he is different from other insect operators. Qin Che can also draw new entries infinitely. 
 [Congratulations, open the novice gift package and get the golden entry unlimited summons] 
 When other insect operators can only summon (1+level ÷ 5) insect beasts at most, Qin Che has summoned billions of insect swarms, single-player single-player hell difficulty dungeons, and an unprecedented [EX] level clearance! 
 [Congratulations, the talent entry ten consecutive draws are successful, you get a new talent: disease! ] 
 Qin Che looked at the Zerg army under his command, and without thinking, he added sheep tail disease to them, and directly sent them to live a small life... 
 [Congratulations, the talent entry hundred consecutive draws are successful, you get a new talent: synthetic evolution! 】 
 Qin Che looked at the millions of Zergs under his command and chose to start synthesizing... 
 "Synthesize 100 million Blade Queens first!" 
 "One hundred million Zerg Titans too!" 
 "Huh? What is this? 100 million Blade Queens can synthesize a Mosquito Taoist [Bloodthirsty Black Ant Mosquito]?" 
 And...
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 Is it really happy to have superpowers? 
 When you can easily dominate life and death, you can control the thoughts of others and read your heart’s voice. 
 Will you choose to be a night hero who punishes evil and promotes good or is an ordinary person who is unknown? 
 This is a story that took place in a parallel world in the 1930s. Teenagers continue to grow up, accept themselves, accept society, establish their own moral bottom line, and slowly merge into it from a lonely observer who drifts outside of society.
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 Miss sister in love? It’s the kind of kidney but not heart! 
 Beauty appointment? Can’t give you happiness, at least give you comfort! 
 I have hundreds of millions of dollars in business and want to talk to two pretty girls, I don’t know… 
 I want to have sex with all the beauties here, who agrees? Who opposes? 
 Ding! The host shows the true nature of male (scum) god (male), life force +1! Spirit power +1! Chinese currency +100,000! Charm +10… 
 A story about a protagonist who harmed the world in the era of aura recovery but accidentally became the savior of mankind. 
 Ling Xiao: I just want to be a scumbag. How come I suddenly become a god of war?
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 The girlfriend cheated and was driven away by the company. The rent was due and there was no money to pay, so he could only rent with two strange women. 
 My ancestors accumulated virtue, and I gained the ability to arrange Feng Shui. 
 I am going to start all over again, playing rock gambling, mixing stocks, buying my old club with money… Does anyone know how to do it? Waiting online, very anxious!
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 “What would you choose from the following three things?
 1: Diploma of Mizuki University.
 2: A well-tested school flower
 3: 50 million venture capital. ”
 …
 Life is a series of multiple choice questions, however, when Ye Feng found out that each of his options would come true, the story began.
 …
 Years later, as the youngest billionaire, Ye Feng said modestly in an interview: “I’m just better at doing multiple-choice questions than others.”
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 Why are Feifei, Mimi, Bingbing, Tiantian... so many popular top stars chasing you? 
 Wei Wu smiled but said nothing. In fact, I just wholesaled a subsystem to each of them. 
 As a reborn with a system, my goal is to be soft... ahem, not to eat soft rice, but to become the best commercial film director in the 21st century!
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 Rebirth, single heroine, no gold finger
 Rebirth and back in 2000, Cao Yang decided to live according to his own ideas this time.
 At this time, Xiao Ma was still thinking about selling the penguin.
 Three Stone’s game division has not yet been established.
 The legend of the blood has just come out, it happens to be the era of the blowout development of domestic games.
 Cao Yang, who has rich experience in game development in his previous life, hopes to overthrow the major game giants before they monopolize the market.
 Then, by the way, the Chinese people’s 3A dream has been fulfilled.
 Moreover, for some reasons, the butterfly effect produced changed the entire game circle.
 The genuine stand-alone machine has received support from the Chinese people, the stand-alone market is thriving, and the game grading system has also appeared.
 This is an unprecedented golden age for gamers.
 This time.
 I just want to make money.
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 What is the truth of the universe? Is it the unity of the four fundamental forces, or why does consciousness exist? Is the beginning of the universe really a singularity? Where will the universe end? Is it communication from different dimensions, or is it a string played by God? 
 For Earth, no one can answer this question. 
 However, when Lin Xiao obtained the Truth Assistant, finding the truth of the universe seemed not so impossible. 
 Of course, you can't reach a thousand miles without taking small steps. To find the truth, you need basic knowledge as a foundation, and then continue to extend upward. 
 From simple basic geometry to complex algebraic geometry; 
 From ordinary elementary functions to the daunting Riemann Hypothesis; 
 Transform from a decimal point to infinitesimal; 
 … 
 And these are still only the basis of truth. 
 But even the basics have overwhelmed countless human geniuses. 
 However, Lin Xiao will complete breakthroughs in these basics, from theory to application, from mathematics to physics. 
 From tiny chips to superhuman intelligence; 
 From filthy oil to the glory of fusion; 
 From specific drugs to treat rhinitis to targeted drugs to cure cancer; 
 From quantum mechanics and relativity to grand unified theory; 
 … 
 The process of finding truth is the process of solving various problems; 
 And Lin Xiao will also follow this process until he finds the truth.
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 A guy who wrote online novels, back in 2003, everything started again.
 Let’s see what kind of waves this little person can make!
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 Fu Qingjun found that his hair could grow countless civilizations. 
 So the myth began. 
 Traveling through endless shadows and whispers, lurking in malicious evil. 
 He began to transform into the most terrifying evil god that traversed the castle in the mist, and the disaster of knowledge brought about by countless dimensions, and often exchanged taboo knowledge with people’s hairline… 
 That was an unprecedented natural disaster!! 
 The people who lose their heads are strong, and countless people have passed on the ancient stories in the wind. All beings are terrified and call the terrible disaster that crosses countless civilizations, the disaster of extinction.
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