Chapter 161 Don’t Send Me Next Time

Chapter 162 Don't send it next time

The "creaky" thinking cabin faithfully copied the details in memory, and this door still had a small strange sound.

The light of the bedroom poured out from the open door, leaving a long and narrow shadow behind Zhang Xiao, a lonely shadow.

"What am I looking forward to?" Zhang Xiao smiled bitterly and shook his head. The curtains fluttered slightly. Just as in memory, the bedroom had familiar furniture and familiar furnishings, but no familiar people.

Walking in with mixed emotions, there was a photo on the bedside table. Zhang Xiao picked up the photo frame and gently wiped the non-existent dust on it.

Looking at the girl with gap teeth in the smile, Zhang Xiao felt sour in his heart again.

At the beginning, he rushed to block the child, and a large part of it was because the little girl looked very much like his daughter.

Putting the photo frame upside down on the cabinet, Zhang Xiao stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the dull life that he could never go back to with infinite nostalgia. The tenderness in his eyes was finally replaced by determination, and he turned his head and left the bedroom.

Beige walls, gray fabric sofas, log coffee tables, ugly folding tables. Zhang Xiao silently watched everything around him that was familiar rapidly darkening and aging, like a color photo that had lost all its colors, leaving only black and white.

Irregular cracks emerged, turning into a torrent of colors spinning around. He stretched out his hand, and the torrent of colors immediately seemed to be attracted by something, forming a funnel-shaped vortex, gathering quickly towards his palm, forming a thick book.

Zhang Xiao stroked the word "home" on the spine of the book, took a step, and came to the remaining room, which was his study.

This place is a little different from before. The room that originally had less than 10 bungalows has expanded to more than 20 square meters.

After solemnly placing "Home" on the table, he began to look around the whole room.

There were rows of tall bookshelves around, with books densely and neatly arranged on them.

Are these my memories and cognitions?

Zhang Xiao had never experienced thinking from this perspective. He curiously pulled out a book that flashed like a marquee.

This book has such different reactions, just like a firefly in the dark night, it must record my glorious moments, right?

With this thought, Zhang Xiao casually turned to a page, and saw that it said "Today, I confessed to the girl I like, and I was going to use the wall-dong action in the TV series"

"Snap!" Zhang Xiao closed the book with a lightning speed, expressionless face, and stuffed it into the bookshelf. This is not over yet. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen seals appeared from nowhere and sealed the book tightly.

You said you can record something else, but you have to record my embarrassing moments, and my embarrassing moments of social death are so many that they can form a book? ? ?

After a failed flipping experience, Zhang Xiao gave up the idea of ​​continuing to flip through the bookshelf and instead scanned the entire bookshelf like a cursory glance.

Some books have words written on their spines, such as "school", "eating", and "games", while others have nothing, which should be trivial fragments of life.

On a bookshelf, Zhang Xiao also found books he had read before. There were too many of them, but most of the contents were intermittent. Was it because of forgetfulness?

According to Professor Snape, after building the Mind Palace, you can try to print the contents of the book in your mind. This is very mentally exhausting, but it can be fully recorded and convenient for looking through memories in the Mind Palace.

After thinking about it, several huge bookshelves appeared again on the open space. The next goal is to fill these bookshelves with the books that were printed!

Next. That's the purpose of coming here.

Zhang Xiao cast his eyes to the other side of the bookcase, where some distorted scenes were slowly escaping from a book. The distorted power it exuded seemed to be like the beauty of a mobile phone. The surrounding books were also distorted under its influence, bending and stretching into a weird shape.

I can only say that the Mind Palace is really powerful. Maybe it can't provide power, but it reveals many abstract things very intuitively.

By the way, what about my memory that was sealed by my ego?

Zhang Xiao immediately searched carefully on the bookshelf, and finally found a very unique book at the back of a bookshelf. It was very thin, but it was covered by a layer of mist, and nothing could be seen.

He tried to reach out to take it, but the mist immediately rolled up and turned into the color of dark clouds. There was still a faint flash of lightning and dull thunder inside.

Zhang Xiao could even feel a burst of numbness on his arm, and the tiny hairs stood up.

He retracted his hand, and the strange feeling disappeared immediately.

So what did I do to have such a dangerous memory? Zhang Xiao pinched the bridge of his nose.

According to Professor Snape, if you want to block cognition, just take out the things you want to seal separately and lock them with something full of symbolic meaning.

Zhang Xiao thought for a moment, then hooked his finger at the book that exuded a twisted power. The book slowly floated over and hovered at his shoulder.

Next came something symbolic.

On one side of the room, an ancient cabinet slowly appeared. The door opened, revealing the empty partition inside. After the book floated in, the door was immediately closed tightly.

Thick chains appeared out of thin air like a python, locking the cabinet tightly.

Zhang Xiao frowned slightly, and his spiritual sense immediately told him that he had forgotten something, but he could not remember what he had blocked except that he had closed his cognition of the spell system.

The debate about the origin of spells that he had seen in his previous life, Ron's wrong spells, and the doubts about life magic all disappeared from his memory.

At the same time, he immediately felt a lot lighter in spirit. The previous tense feeling as if he was walking under a heavy load disappeared, and the whole person actually felt an unprecedented ease.

At this moment, Snape's cold voice sounded in the room:

"Zhang, it's almost time."

The room was like a broken mirror, turning into small pieces and blowing away with the wind. Zhang Xiao only felt that his eyes went dark. When he regained his vision again, he found that he had returned to the basement office.

Professor Snape stood not far away, with his hands folded across his chest. Most of his body was hidden in the shadows, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"When you are still not proficient in magic, it is not suitable to stay in the Mind Palace for too long. Remember?"

Zhang Xiao nodded, and he felt dizzy. This was different from the "Golden Book and Jade Book". It was originally a treasure, but it was just borrowed from his own cognition.

But the Mind Palace was completely built by himself, so the consumption was naturally different.

Snape snorted softly and threw a small bottle over.

"Sobering potion?" Zhang Xiao pulled out the cork, put it under his nose and sniffed it. A spicy smell rushed straight to his head, and he was much more sober.

As expected, it had to be his own dean. After thanking him, he was about to leave, but he heard Professor Snape suddenly say:

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Xiao looked at Snape curiously as he dragged out a cabinet in the corner with his wand, pointed at the plug and said in an inexplicable tone:

"Don't give gifts with plugs next time."

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