"Mr. Han!"

"Old friend!"

…………

That was the last thing he heard, the startled cries of Sir Henry and Rect, and they would not have been so surprised, if nothing particularly surprising. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He still remembered how he felt before he lost consciousness, when his heart was beating violently, pounding against his chest, the intense stabbing pain was so clear that it seemed to burst at any moment, and he lost consciousness before he could react, and fell into complete darkness.

"Have you taken care of the rest?" A familiar voice rang out from the end of the darkness, allowing him to slowly emerge from the darkness.

"Z-"

Immediately after that, the sound of the incandescent lamp came out, and a blinding white light made Luo Hanya recover from his momentary distraction.

He closed one eye and turned his head, and after two seconds, he adjusted to the sudden increase in light and saw his surroundings clearly.

Luo Hanya was now wearing a dull prison uniform, sitting in front of a table, his hands were handcuffed to the armrests of the chair, and his feet were handcuffed together.

In front of him was an iron Zhuozi, with a lamp on the table and some paper documents spread out. On the seat across the table was a man in a police uniform, looking to be in his fifties, with a forehead full of forehead lines, and his hair was shaved short with a lot of gray hair. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand and was writing in circles with his pen.

The room was not enclosed, but there was a tiny, iron-barred window high up, through which a ray of moonlight shone through. There was a bed in the corner of the room, and in the other corner was a black torture instrument that looked like some ancient torture instrument. The four walls are a monotonous cement color, which looks gloomy and dull. Luo Hanya looked around, and could only see endless darkness not far away, neither the door nor anything else, just darkness.

"Why am I here? What is this place? Luo Hanya asked suspiciously, he hadn't figured out what had happened before.

"Answer my question." The voice didn't answer his question, but questioned him seriously.

"Why am I answering your question?" Luo Hanya responded with a cold voice.

"I guess you don't have a choice, do you?" The policeman's attitude was obviously worse than his, and he undoubtedly interrupted Luo Hanya and forced him to question him strongly.

"What if I don't answer your question? I'm just asking, what the hell do you do? Why did you bring me here? Why do I encounter so many things that are not normal when I play a game? Why is it a game for others and not a game for me? And also! What the hell are all those guys in my body? ……”

"Enough! Answer my questions, or you'll never get the answers you want! The policeman rudely interrupted Luo Hanya again, it was obvious that the policeman was an extremely arrogant fellow, and he would never allow anyone to behave more arrogantly than him.

"Do you mean that if I answer your question, you will answer my question as well?" Luo Hanya seemed to have caught a loophole in the policeman's words and immediately questioned it.

The policeman's face became extremely gloomy, "You have no choice, I have the initiative, and I don't have time to talk to you here, I will leave at any time, and you will be locked up here, living alone in the dark, you can't see anything but the darkness, there is no voice, let alone light." ”

"I didn't deal with anything." Luo Hanya lowered his head, as if accepting his current situation.

"Oh? It must be because you're desperate. The policeman's face was gloomy and terrifying, and even turned black, his face was hideous, and he looked at Luo Hanya viciously, "You remember it for me!" In the future, you must not have the idea of despairing about this world, otherwise there will be serious consequences! ”

"Oh? Serious consequences? Luo Hanya glanced at the policeman and found that this man had become very cramped and uneasy, he smiled disdainfully, "How serious can it be?" Will you die? Am I going to die too? ”

"Dead? I want you to remember that death is only the lowest. In a hospital, the ground floor is often a morgue for the dead, and the higher up it goes, the more terrible things become, and every floor changes its pattern until it reaches those places. "At this point, the policeman's face suddenly turned extremely pale, as if he had thought of something terrible." Death is the simplest relief. ”

"Then why don't you choose to be liberated?"

"Because the simplest things are often the least real, like you and me." The policeman pointed at each other with his finger, and the policeman at this moment suddenly became no longer domineering, no longer arrogant, more like an equal exchange between two friends, he seemed to be confiding in Luo Hanya something that had been suppressed in his heart but could not be said. "Do you say you or I am illusory or real?"

Luo Hanya was silent, he suddenly realized that he didn't dare to answer such a simple question with certainty. Being a real being, living in a real world, maybe this is the answer that everyone will instinctively answer. But who can prove this? Who can prove that these things are not Nanke's dreams? Maybe our real big locust country is just an ant hole under the big locust tree, our wonderful and chic life is just a dream, and where is the real thing?

"No matter what the world is, I think I'm real, and I'm willing to believe that the world I'm in is real, and I'm willing to live in this world that I think is real." Luo Hanya said in a deep voice.

"What if one day you find out that the real world you live in is not real? A real world is right in front of you, are you willing to abandon the illusory past and perceive the real world? ”

"I don't want to, I want to live in this illusory world, I don't care about the truth, everything is moved by the heart, what I think is real is real, even if it is unreal, it is real in my opinion."

"What if you were forced to wake up? You didn't choose the truth, but the truth chose you, where do you go? ”

“……”

Luo Hanya opened his mouth and found that he really couldn't say what he should do.

"Hehe, speechless, you must treat the real as the unreal, and the unreal as the real."

Luo Hanya still didn't speak, but his skull was inexplicably painful.

"You ......"

"Are you finished? Where does all that come from? I'm telling you! I don't want to say it! I just don't talk about it! (To be continued.) )