Chapter 234: Truth and Illusion (2)

Unreal?

What is Unreal?

It's like turning on the computer, looking at the cold screen, and touching the cold keyboard. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The person on the Internet lifted the ice sculpture's cheek and stared blankly at everything around him.

The screen is like ice, looking at people through the screen, looming, their appearance is blurred, their shortcomings are infinitely perfected, in the illusory world, they are all perfect people, as long as you want to do this, you are a perfect person.

Moment. The computer began to heat up, and the ice slowly melted, but I could still see the world on the screen. Sweat began to ooze from your fingertips as you hit the keyboard, and the world of the Internet is beautiful, at least, no one knows what kind of person you are.

Long...... The heat of the computer continued, and everything after the ice became real. The people in front of the computer began to linger, and gradually discovered the real world behind the ice, like water and thoroughness.

Authentic?

What is real?

The real thing is like that, when you click to close the program, the computer is cooling heat, the illusory real world is gradually blurred, and the memories of the Internet are drifting away like smoke. Very faint and very dark, the ice wall is slowly built, quietly isolating the unreal from the real.

An hour later...... Still cold screens.

The memory of the Internet no longer exists, and it is very real to see the world in reality.

At this point, you find yourself spinning around and back to where you were.

This is real and unreal, but? What does this mean exactly?

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Binding Wunian woke up slowly, he didn't know how long he kept the action of falling, in short, after waking up, he didn't have any strength in his body, it was very soft, and his body didn't seem to be his own.

If you move your body a little, you can make a crackling sound!

It feels like a vegetative person suddenly wakes up, lying down for ten or twenty years, and the bones on his body are moldy!

After he got up, he saw Zhang Jianfeng at first sight, his body was covered with dust, he had no breath, and he was completely a dead man!

"What's going on?"

Jian Wunian touched Zhang Jianfeng's dusty body, and with a gentle push, Zhang Jianfeng's body fell to the ground stiffly, raising more dust.

A large amount of dust burrowed into Wu Wunian's nose, making him choke a little, covering his mouth and nose and waving constantly, and retreating backwards!

He tripped over something, his weak body, he didn't know how long he slept, and even his nerves were very sluggish, and his center of gravity was unstable, causing him to fall to the ground and raise more dust again!

"Ahem!"

The feeling was really choking, and after a while...... The dust began to slowly dissipate, and Binding Wunian could see clearly what had tripped over him!

At first he could feel that it must be a hard object that had tripped over him, because it was so hard that it felt like a stone to the touch.

But...... When Jian Wunian saw this thing, he seemed to be extremely stimulated, and kept retreating, not like he was frightened, but as if he couldn't believe it, as if he had seen a shocking joke.

With a stiff smile on the corner of his mouth, his voice trembled, and he said slowly, "Who is joking with me, isn't it?" Fan Chou, you are a spirit, even if the world is destroyed, I don't believe that you will die! ”

That's right, the thing that tripped and tied Wu Nian was Fan Chou's corpse, and the part that just tripped him was Fan Chou's face, and his body was also thick with dust.

There is no symbol of life, like a statue!

"Is it ......?"

Binding Wunian suddenly reacted, as if he had thought of something, and quickly groped to the side, when he touched another extremely hard object.

His forcibly tense body suddenly relaxed, as if his body had been hollowed out, weak, with pain, with despair, with fear that he had never felt before!

Soul archivists don't die, even if they do, they still have souls, and ghosts don't die, they close off all their perceptions and make them like an unactivated system, waiting for others to activate them.

But......

Look at it, Fan Chou, who is a ghost, is dead, and he is like a statue.

Look at it again, Jiang Guo, who is the recorder of the soul archive, is dead, and it is also like a statue.

One is the person he loves the most in his heart, and the other is the person who lives and dies with him.

All dead, all dead!

Jian Wunian's whole person seemed to have lost his soul, he slowly stood up, held up Jiang Guo's body, gently stroked her cheek, and wasted a lot of strength to get her out of the room.

Return to the castle and get Fan Chou out of the castle as well!

Looking at Zhang Jianfeng's corpse lying on the ground, Jian Wunian didn't hate him so much for the first time, sighed heavily, and roared in an angry tone: "Even if you are powerful, what can you do?" You're still dead, but I'm still alive! ”

Maybe it's because of sympathy, and Wu Nian finally got rid of Zhang Jianfeng!

At this moment there are no enemies, no lovers, no more ...... It's all gone......

The sun outside is quite big, and Jiang Guo and Fan Chou's bodies have begun to gradually become soft, but ...... How can that be?

They're still dead!

The whole world became quiet, there were no birds, beasts, and insects.

No pedestrians, no cars!

Some......

Just the glaring gaze above his head, and the air that slightly blows his hair!

Wu Wu Nian raised his head and looked up at the sky, feeling his preciousness so deeply for the first time. I found out that my home was so small, and I was already used to the familiar singing, and sometimes I was even tired of those media.

It's just that now it's finally going to be separated, and the relationship for too long, we are really, really afraid that it will be washed away by expressionless time. At this point, tears become your emotional decoration, even though I have been silent.

Yes, people are so small. Faced with your declining grades, you have to look at the student who is recognized as good. can only be alone, quietly chewing the poems we have written together, until the residual beauty is fixed in the veins of the body.

That's right, in this world, silence is like only one person who is bound to thoughtless.

There are many things in life, what can be forgotten is called the past, and what cannot be forgotten is called memory. A person's loneliness, sometimes, it is difficult to hide it for too long, and if the time is too long, people will become silent, and at that time, some of the past feelings will not be able to be recovered. Perhaps, when a tireless journey ends, only those who stand at the end will feel tired. In fact, I have always understood that it is not easy to be with someone all the time.

"What the hell is wrong with this world, how long have I been asleep? What happened during this time, and are there any living people? ”

At the sky, he let out an unyielding roar and a hoarse voice, but no one responded to him!

No! Yes......

There was only a breeze, as if to laugh at Binding Wunian, you stupid X, what are you doing? (To be continued.) )