Is this cold touch, is it the floor?

I opened my eyes, and sure enough, it was on the floor. I sat up and found out that this was not my study, it was a ward!

"I'm dreaming again, this time it's better to pinch my waist or my thighs. After saying that, I pinched my thigh, and the pain quickly spread. "Well, it feels real. Why haven't I woken up yet?!" I used to wake up when I couldn't pinch myself from a dream, but this time it felt a little wrong. I jerked to my feet and began to take a closer look at the room.

"What is this? Hourglass dripping upwards? Cut, it must be an optical effect. "I picked up the hourglass next to the hospital bed and looked at it self-righteously, but in the end I realized that the sand was really dripping from the bottom up. "I must be dreaming!" I began to panic, throwing down the hourglass, and secretly cheering myself up as I thought about how to get out of this nightmare. "Hmph! Since it's useless to pinch yourself, let's be ruthless. There's no window here, and it's all over here, as in those movies. As I spoke, I took two steps to the window, and I poked my head out to look down, but I didn't expect that the place where this ward was located was 100 meters above the high school, and it was completely suspended in mid-air!

I retracted my neck and made a cross on my chest and meditated on Amitabha, although I was afraid of heights, but I had to jump from here in order to get rid of this real dream that was getting more and more terrifying. I stood on the windowsill, the breeze on my face, looking at the dense buildings below, instinctual fear pulling at me, but I didn't want to stay in this increasingly strange dream anymore. I took a deep breath and jumped off anyway. After the wind howled, I jerked and lost consciousness. When I woke up, I felt the familiar feeling of collapse behind me, it was the embrace of the bed.

I slowly opened my eyes with satisfaction, thinking that I would be in that familiar bedroom or study, no matter how bad the toilet is!

But in front of me was a young man in a strange gold and white doctor's coat, looking at me with amusement. Behind him, there were a few nurses who were chatting about hemp crisp steamed oil tea, and their clothes did not match my understanding.

It dawned on me that the worst could happen - I should probably have been, and if I didn't, I was just tragically crossed.

I sat up helplessly, staring at the doctor in front of me with a dead fish-eyed look.

When he saw that I was awake, he handed me a glass of dark unknown liquid, but I didn't dare to take it. He didn't push it anymore, and gave it to the nurse behind him. He said with amusement: "My old fellow, you should be the last person to jump from this window, why did you think of going outside to cool off today?"

When I heard this, I was amazed that the original owner of my body was an old acquaintance with this doctor, and that he might be able to know everything I wanted to know.

I pretended to be confused and asked him, "How many years have it been, where am I, and who are you?"

The young doctor replied with a smile: "Although you often ask this, I still have to take the trouble to answer you, it is now the year of the two hundred and fifty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight years of the Waste Yuan, the okra season, the week of the centurion, and the day of Dinggou." You are in the Elon Star Field, the Right Line Galaxy attached to Pansha, the Salmon Galaxy, the Rollover Star, the Second Moon, the Acer Ancient Continent, the Mythical Beast Loma Empire, Black Pepper Town, the Realm of the Sky, and the Marshmallow Mental Hospital. As for me, of course I'm your attending physician, an 8th class psychiatrist, Shawshank. ”

"Two and a half million years! !! so long," I exclaimed, what kind of country this is. Wait, none of this is the point, the point is, I'm mentally ill?!

"Am I mentally ill?" I asked him, pointing to myself, and he spread his hand and nodded, and the nurse behind him nodded in agreement.

I've already had a million grass and mud horses galloping through my heart, and I'm a normal creature when I'm so good at crossing, and I'm going to be mentally ill? Wouldn't I be locked up in this ward forever? Oh my God! Oh my God!

Shawshank saw that I was distracted and continued: "You are always like this, the first few times you said that you are what kind of desolate brother, what master, what terminator, what is dead, what universe is about to merge, what is the alliance of the rich, what is the drawing masonry, what I will definitely come back, what thirty years and what, what thirty years and what, there are so many crazy words, I can't remember. Who are you this time?"

I was shocked again when I heard what he said!" Wait, what did you just say? Shawshank asked rhetorically, "He?" "No, no, no, it's me, it's me, what did I say?" He turned his head and reminded the nurse: "Write this down, it still doesn't look good." "No, I'm really not mentally ill, my name is Liangqiu, I'm an Internet writer, you're not pranking me, are you?"

"What is an online writer? What is a spoof? Also, since you want to call yourself Liangqiu this time, you will be called Liangqiu from now on. I'll go first, you'll forget a lot of things every time, this Ray of Light ball has all the knowledge we know about the boundaries of the universe, and it can be activated by holding it in your hand for a while, I hope you won't ask me a lot of stuff tomorrow. ”

"Don't go yet! Who is that! What if I can prove that I'm not mentally ill!" I took the ball of light and jumped out of bed, chased out of the room, and several patients in the corridor looked at me blankly, Shawshank looked back and said with a smile: "You ask for this every time, but you fail every time!"

After saying that, he walked out of the gate, and I wanted to chase him out and make it clear to him, but the gate had a damn invisible ban, and I hit it directly, was bounced back, and sat on the ground with my ass. I touched my ass and cursed the prohibition of a fool, and while looking at the few patients who were smirking at me on both sides, I shook my head helplessly, and could only get up and go back to my hospital room.

Back at the place where this nightmare began, I sat on the bed as if I was really dead, looked at the strange flying machines that whistled by from time to time outside, and smiled bitterly to myself: "Prove that you are not mentally ill to get out of here, and only when you leave here can you cultivate immortals, adventures, meet a few old immortals or something, the key is, this proof question is really difficult, this Nima is an epic difficulty!

I held up the ball of light, it was light and skin-friendly, but it didn't feel cold or warm when it touched the palm of my hand. "What the hell is made of material, the glow should be hot, this ...... Forget it, the sand can go up to the sky, and what is it if it only shines and does not heat up. Soon, the Guangxi Ball was activated, "This civilization is based on technology, isn't it, then why is the one who watches the gate wearing heavy armor and holding a knife and a gun?"

For a modern intelligent higher being, the Guangxi Ball was quickly played. I was going to search directly for self-proof that I wasn't mentally ill, but the search results turned out to be none. "Well, it looks like there's no shortcut for me. This novice village is going to die before it comes out.,Am I the saddest time-traveler in history?If only my dead friend was here.,I write time-traveling romance novels.,Now I can't deal with this situation.,He writes fantasy and cultivates immortals or something.,Maybe he can think of a way.,Hey...... Why do I feel like it's getting harder and harder to traverse this time? If I can score the crossing, I will definitely give it a minus!"

On Earth, a little girl who looks like a junior high school student is typing on the keyboard in front of the computer, and after interacting with her book fans for a night, she finally has sleepy eyes, she rolls over and rolls into bed, and it doesn't take long for her to fall asleep.

In the dream, a thief old man is approaching.