Liu Qingyun left, but Lu Renbing fell into deep thought. From the depths of his mind, he searched for the main soul of Lu Xiaobing that matched Liu Qingyun's description. It turned out that I didn't find it.

So what Liu Qingyun said, is it true?

If that's true, why can a neurotic create such a big company, and then, at its peak, suddenly become a neurotic and be locked up in this prison-like sanatorium.

Lu Renbing calculated the time and found that the time when the sanatorium was built was precisely the time when Lu Xiaobing became ill. Is this a coincidence?

It's talk time again.

Fat doctor Zhao Mengfu asked Lu Renbing, "Who are you today?" “

"I'm Lu Xiaobing, the chairman of the Lu Group," Lu Renbing stared at Zhao Mengfu, trying to find some useful information from him.

As a result, he was disappointed, Zhao Fatzi didn't care who he was at all, and he had to prescribe medicine after the record.

"I said Zhao Fatzi, you are too much, I said that I am the chairman of the Lu Group, Lu Xiaobing I remembered, you still prescribe medicine for me?"

"Hmm. Your name is Lu Xiaobing, and you are the chairman of Lu's Group? “

"yes, yes!"

"Then do you still have your parents and younger siblings, and then your parents and younger brothers divided your property and put you in this nursing home?"

"yes, don't you know everything?"

"Neurotic, did Chen Hebin tell you that he just went out? How many newspapers did he give you? “

"yes!"

"Neurotic, look at the newspaper he gave you, who the editor-in-chief is!"

Lu Renbing flipped it out and saw that all the newspaper editors-in-chief were "Lu Xiaobing".

"You printed these newspapers yourself, and you once were possessed by a newspaper tycoon, borrowed the mimeograph room of the sanatorium, edited more than a dozen newspapers and periodicals in one go, and printed hundreds of copies, saying that it was to enrich the spiritual and cultural life of all the doctors and patients in the sanatorium.

These magazines and newspapers were printed by you at that time. Some of them are in the reading room, and there are still a lot of them in the warehouse, so why don't you check them out? ”

"Well, let's go and have a look, anyway, do you still allow patients to do this in your nursing home?"

"Why not? Who made you promise to pay out of your own pocket, those things are put there anyway, and money is deducted from your own account every day. ”

"Newspaper tycoon? So what else have I done? ”

Zhao Mengfu took Lu Renbing to the warehouse to see his masterpiece.

"Your old man has done a lot of things, the newspaper tycoon is said to have bombed the fleet of neon people, and what else is the golden sword hero Zhao Zhijing, the founding emperor Jia Yucun, Xiao Langzhong, Lang Yuzhu or something, anyway, I want to come out and come out! The warehouse is full of toys left behind by your old people. “

Listening to what Zhao Mengfu said, Lu Renbing felt a chill down his spine, eh, how can you listen to these characters are a little familiar, Golden Sword Hero Zhao Zhijing? Lang Yuzhu, isn't that the world I've experienced?

The two soon came to Lu Renbing's exclusive warehouse, "Ah, you are worthy of being a gold member of the nursing home, and this warehouse is full of your old man's things." ”

This is a row of five bungalows, roughly calculated, the indoor area is about more than 200 square meters. Rows of shelves reach the roof, and the shelves are placed in different categories, piles of things.

Lu Renbing looked at those labels, one by one. For example, under the label of Zhao Zhijing, there is a golden sword, a lump of gold and silver ingots, as well as basic cheats, the Innate Sutra, the Nine Yin True Sutra, the Lu Clan's Qi Alchemy and the like. Under Xu Fugui's label is a photo of Chen Jiazhen, an octagonal hat and a bull's horn.

Lu Renbing looked at the items one by one, and his body trembled a little.

What the hell is going on, he can be sure that these things are the things he really uses in the mission world, and now they are all here, what the hell is going on?

Many of the things on display here are things that I have used in the mission world, and many more things that I have never seen before. Because he only remembers about two dozen labels, and there are thousands of labels here, which means that this body has played thousands of characters.

Those characters can be sure that they don't have any impression at all!

"See, did I lie to you!" Zhao Mengfu's voice woke up Lu Renbing, who was deep in thought. Lu Renbing shook his head, and then looked carefully at the shelf, only then did he send it down, the things he saw before were all toys. The golden sword under Zhao Zhijing's name is just a small wooden sword painted with gold paint, and Chen Jiazhen's photo is just a child-like graffiti.

"Doctor Zhao, what's going on here?"

"Every time you get sick, you come up with a character, you set a plot, and then you get something out. In order to better study your condition, I applied to the dean to build this warehouse for you to store your imaginary characters, hoping that through these things, I can better understand the cause of your illness. For example, this sword and this graffiti are things you made yourself. “

Lu Renbing looked through the cheats, and sure enough, they were all messy and meaningless graffiti.

"Dr. Zhao, can you give me a key to the warehouse? I wanted to take a look at this stuff myself. “

"You have the key yourself!"

Lu Renbing touched his body for a long time, and sure enough, he found a key, stabbed it into the keyhole, and he was really able to open the lock.

"Well, thank you, Dr. Zhao!"

"Well, it doesn't matter, anyway, it won't be long before you forget about this place again, forget this key, it's not the first time this kind of thing has happened."

"Eh, when was the last time I forgot my key, Dr. Zhao?"

Zhao Mengfu looked through his record book, oh, this is the last time in Jia Yu Village! It's strange to say, you don't seem to remember anything when you transformed into Jia Yucun, it's similar to your current time, I thought your condition was getting worse again! ”

"How long has it been since that time in Jia Yu Village?"

"I'll take a look, that was more than 200 days ago!"

Lu Renbing snatched Zhao Mengfu's notebook, looked through the time when the characters of the twenty mission world in his memory appeared, and sure enough, they appeared every ten days

Lu Renbing flipped through the record book, and the earliest page was October 1 fifteen years ago, that is, October 1, 9991. So what really happened in 9991?

"Doctor Zhao, can you let me take a look at this notebook?"

Zhao Mengfu shrugged his shoulders, "Feel free, anyway, every once in a while, you have to look through the record book, I really can't figure out the memory of you neuropaths!" I have a copy there, you can go get it yourself, I still have this original!

Things are getting weirder and weirder, Lu Renbing has a headache, and he doesn't have the heart to laugh with Zhao Mengfu anymore. He went to Zhao Mengfu's office to get a copy, then went back to his hospital room and studied it.

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