Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

It was late at night, and the wind and snow were raging.

On the night of the second day of the Lunar New Year, all the households in the courtyard turned off their lights early.

Only a few scattered red lanterns remained, swaying in the cold wind and emitting a faint red glow.

Deep in the alley where the front yard and the middle yard meet, there is a dead corner used to pile up coal slag and other miscellaneous items.

Even stray cats don't usually want to come here.

But at this moment, in this garbage dump that reeks of mildew.

A thin, dark figure was huddled there, like a poisonous spider lurking in a sewer.

Banggeng trembled like a leaf, his thin, tattered cotton-padded coat offering no protection against the biting wind.

Although the splint on his severed hand has been removed, he still can't use it and it hangs limply.

But his only intact left hand was now tightly gripping a solid pebble, as big as an adult's fist, covered in mud!

The stone is sharp and heavy.

It was a "weapon" that he had secretly brought out from his crotch while he was working in the quarry of the juvenile detention center, taking advantage of the guards' inattention.

"I'm freezing to death..."

Banggeng sniffed the bluish snot that was dripping from the corner of his mouth, his triangular eyes, bloodshot and fixed on the back window that was emitting a faint warm light not far away.

That was Zhang Huaimin's home.

"You little brat! You got me jailed, you beat me up, you broke my hand and teeth!"

Banggeng roared madly in his heart, his facial muscles contorted with extreme resentment.

"My grandma said there are lots of delicious food and lucky money in your house today."

"If I don't get it, you won't have it easy either!"

"I'm going to smash your windows! Let the cold wind rush in! I'll freeze you to death, you orphan bastard!"

Bang Geng's mind was already filled with the image of Zhang Huaimin shivering from the cold and crying his heart out.

This bizarre recollection made him temporarily forget the bitter cold and hunger.

He looked around; all was deathly silent.

The guards were stationed at the front gate and main entrance of the yard, and this hidden alleyway behind the window was a blind spot for the defense.

"Now!"

Banggeng gritted his teeth and suddenly sprang out of the garbage heap.

Using the momentum of his run-up, he swung his intact left hand up sharply.

He released all the resentment, anger, and pent-up rage he had accumulated over the two months in the juvenile detention center.

Everything is focused on this one throw!

"Smash it!"

Banggeng roared inwardly.

The heavy pebble, with a whistling sound, was like a cannonball fired from a gun.

It smashed hard against Zhang Huaimin's half-open glass window!

Fifty centimeters...

Thirty centimeters...

Ten centimeters...

Just as the stone was about to shatter the glass and complete Bang Geng's vicious revenge plan.

however!

Just as the pebble was less than an inch away from the glass window!

"Buzz—!"

A very faint, yet real, ripple in space.

It spread out in the air on the window surface without any warning!

Banggeng only felt a blur before his eyes.

The stone, which had been moving with unstoppable momentum, suddenly seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of air made of high-density mercury!

Speed ​​drops drastically!

Moreover, at that moment, the surrounding air seemed to instantly become as thick as swamp!

This is the dual defense mechanism that Zhang Huaimin just set up this morning: a "space gravity forbidden zone" and a "physical kinetic energy rebound coating"!

"What's going on?!"

Banggeng stared wide-eyed, his lisp mouth agape.

He watched helplessly as the large rock he had thrown went out.

It was just an inch away from the glass.

Extremely bizarre, defying all the laws of physics.

It came to an abrupt halt!

It was as if I was being held firmly in mid-air by an invisible giant hand!

next second.

"Bang!"

A dull thud!

The physical kinetic energy, suppressed to the extreme, was distorted by the gravitational field and completed a 200% reverse energy storage!

Then, like a volcanic eruption.

It erupted with a deafening roar!

The large pebble traveled at a terrifying speed, at least twice as fast as it had come.

With an even more ferocious howl.

Following the original path, straight and without mercy.

It flew back in a frenzy!

Holy crap!

The stick was terrified and instinctively tried to dodge.

But his body, weakened by the torture of labor camp, couldn't react at all!

"Splat!"

A muffled thud that made your teeth ache and your scalp tingle!

That solid, large pebble with sharp edges.

It hit the very center of Banggeng's shaved head, without missing a beat!

The immense impact sent Bang Geng flying off the ground.

It tumbled backward 360 degrees in mid-air.

"Thump!"

It crashed heavily onto the snow like a dead mangy dog.

"ah--!!!"

After a brief silence, a scream as agonizing as a wailing ghost suddenly ripped through the night sky above the courtyard.

Banggeng covered his head and rolled around frantically in the snow.

Blood flowed like a fountain.

It gushed out wildly from the deep, bone-revealing hole in his forehead.

In an instant, the smear covered his gaunt face, dripping down his chin onto the snow, a shocking sight.

"My head! My head is splitting open!"

Bang Geng was in so much pain that his face was contorted in agony, and his snot, tears, and blood mingled together, making him look utterly wretched.

He just couldn't understand it.

Why did the stone I threw at someone else mysteriously fly back and crack my own head open?!

This is absolutely unbelievable!

This house really has some kind of magical power!

Overwhelmed by intense fear and pain, Banggeng cried out for his parents in the snow, scrambling and crawling as he tried to escape this terrifying place.

At this time.

It was in the east wing, just a wall away.

Zhang Huaimin was sitting comfortably cross-legged on the warm kang (a heated brick bed).

The temperature inside was pleasant.

On the small square table, there was a bowl of steaming hot, tender, and flavorful braised pork that Ma Hua had specially reserved for him.

Zhang Huaimin picked up a piece of bright red pork belly and put it in his mouth.

"Mmm, it melts in your mouth, rich but not greasy. Ma Hua's cooking skills are almost on par with those of a state banquet chef."

Zhang Huaimin nodded in satisfaction and chewed with relish.

Directly in front of him.

midair.

The system's holographic projector is converting intercepted television signals into clear black-and-white images.

A classic crosstalk performance from the Spring Festival Gala was playing inside.

Zhang Huaimin ate braised pork while watching a holographic "television".

Listening to the pitiful, self-inflicted, pig-like screams of the pig outside the window.

This background music is absolutely perfect for eating.

"This silly child, he has to make himself unhappy during the New Year."

Zhang Huaimin took a sip of hot water and didn't even glance out the window.

"However, the effect of this gravity rebound is indeed surprisingly good."