"Alas......"

The banshee sighed softly, as if to lament his lackluster life.

"I know you can't accept it, you created the best world for yourself, and now you have to face the truth, it's really cruel......"

“…… The best...... World? Shen Mo closed his eyes, his brain dizzy.

He could not agree with that statement.

How can this absurd world be the best world?

"Yes, at least ......for you," the banshee whispered, "society is disintegrating, family ties are torn apart, and there is no husband and wife, no children, no brothers...... The relationship imposed by any social form becomes a burden, and everyone faces life and death at any moment and at any time, and henceforth lives alone in this world, as the only individual, living for himself......"

The soft female voice slowly drifted into his ears, as if to clear the fog for him.

"Ah...... What a pure and simple world it is, but deep down, you still seem to yearn for those burdensome relationships...... So, I made up a partner, an elder, a brother, ......"

Shen Mo muttered: "They, are they all my imagination?" …… Is I, the imaginary? ”

Banshee: "Otherwise, how do you explain it, the partner with disabled legs will get back on his feet...... Does such a thing as a maze really exist? How do you explain that the teacher who teaches and educates still does not change his original intention in the game, will there be such a kind of stupid person in the world? How do you explain it...... The schoolboy who follows you, not noisy or noisy, without the willful naughtiness of children, has always been sensible and well-behaved, hard-working, alas, how is this possible? ”

The banshee sighed again: "Because it's all your imagination...... You need them to maintain a perfect image, even the street ruffians are fantasized by you as innocent big boys, and it is so coincidental that these people have all lost their families. ”

Shen Mo had a splitting headache.

…… Yes, it's true that none of them have families......

Tan Xiao was raised by his grandparents, and when he was in elementary school, two old people died one after another and became orphans.

Cheng Wei is a middle-aged widow, it is said that there is a child working abroad, the old parents are eighty or ninety years old, living in Yangzhou, but they have not been found, in short, they are also alone.

Pan Xiaoxin also lives with his grandparents, and his parents work in other places and completely lose contact.

and Bai Youwei...... Bai Youwei is a single-parent family, and the whereabouts of her only mother are unknown.

If one or two can be said to be a coincidence, and all four of them have no family, is it really like what the banshee said, those people are all his imagination? Is it fiction? Be...... Fake?

Shen Mo became more and more trance-like and confused.

He tried to see clearly, but the world around him was falling apart, and he couldn't see the snake, or the cave, or the banshee...... Everything is melting......

Could it all be his fantasy? Is it fake?

Fictional of those characters because of his lack of heart and the need to construct so-called social relations?

It's ridiculous......

……

But......

Isn't it even more ridiculous to play a doll game?

"Come back, Shen Mo......" The banshee's voice was as soft as water, "wake up and look at your teammates, your family...... Everyone is waiting for you...... Shen Mo ......"

"Shen Mo ......"

Shen Mo ...... Wake up......"

"Wake up......

Shen ...... Ink ......"

In the fog, I vaguely saw the figure of his teammates, who gathered around the bedside of the connected instrument, anxiously shouting his name.

Is it true......

Did he hallucinate again?

He saw Yu Zhaohui and Fang Yu...... So they didn't die? They were waiting for him in the real world to go back......

Shen Mo opened his eyes drowsily, wanting to walk towards them.

The sound of footsteps.

He looked down and saw a rusty sword in his hand.