After thinking about this, I began to get bored and irritable, and I was also bored most of the time on this island, in short, after looking at the painting on the wall, I fell into deep thought again, a suspended city, and the coordinates of the words that I couldn't read. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

What if I meet one at sea in the future? Or it's not impossible that it's just a simple painting doodle, such as an imaginative painting, or maybe I'm thinking too much.

And when I thought of this, I suddenly nervously tensed, I seemed to know something, since it might just be a painting or not, but what did the previous creators think?

If the painting depicts a world that matches the world I'm in now, and there is, then I can get there, but suddenly I feel that none of this is real.

I began to think unconsciously, and logically, and began to recall, that when I woke up ten days ago, it was on a beach, and where was I before?

I started to get very nervous about where I was before, because I was basically facing all kinds of problems for ten days, and I almost forgot about it.

I seem to be starting to wake up, or I'm starting to think about this or this thing, but what is the point of knowing my background or everything else? I'm still on the island, like a prison, of course, not so negatively, in case I recall something that might be useful to me, if honestly, is there anything near the sea on the island, is there any place where it can be inhabited or rescued?

Because I had just woken up and had no sleepiness, I began to think again, what happened before I woke up ten days ago? Why am I on that beach? And not somewhere else? I sat on the chair and meditated, and the number 100 may have been asleep just now, and at this time he woke up, half lying on the wooden bed, and then got up and sat down at the table, and asked me: Number one, are you awake? What are you thinking?

As I was about to begin speaking, I suddenly felt a hint of fear, and for the first time in ten days, I began to wonder inexplicably about the reality of the world I was in, the island.

I said, "Hundred, I feel that the world we are in now may be fake." The hundred were particularly amazed when I heard this, and when I finished speaking, tears flowed inexplicably from my right eye, but not in my left eye, and I don't know why, anyway, now I feel very frightened, very scared, because what I am thinking about is something that I do not know and that I feel unanswerable now.

The Hundred asks me: Why do you think the world is fake? Haven't we all been fine for about ten days? Or is something wrong?

I said, "Hundred, even if we leave here and go to another place, maybe it's fake."

Hundred quickly replied to me: Where is that true?

I said, I don't know, because when I woke up, I had almost no memory, so to speak, almost no memory of the past, and in the past ten days, I have also begun to recover slowly, in fact, there is not much recovery, just some daily behaviors, tools, some impressions, I seem to have used before, seen, experienced.

Hundred: I have some, but I can barely remember them by the whole.

I replied to Hundred: Hundred, just now I suddenly felt the feeling of being watched on this island, this feeling was a little uncomfortable, embarrassing, embarrassing, and at a loss, and then after a while, I saw the painting on our wall, this painting was like something weird and magical, and suddenly I felt that I imagined who created this painting, what was his creative idea, why he created this painting, why not the other content of the painting.

In short, I was almost incoherent, and kept pouring out my feelings to Hundred, and Hundred listened to me carefully, and Hundred said: This is the island where we are now, this world, there is another world, and you just began to wonder about the island we are on now, this world?

I was convinced, hundred, you were right, and at this time, I didn't say it at once, because I was trembling almost all over, my hairs stood on end, my nerves were sensitive, and in short, if I continued, I might go crazy on the spot.

Anyway, we were silent for a while, and then when I calmed down a little bit I continued, pouring water for each of us, and then after taking a sip of water, I said, I just saw the painting on the wall, and I felt like I was slowly waking up, because I was thinking, if I hadn't seen this painting, I would feel like the world was like an island, this island.

But when I saw that painting, I began to suspect that the world might be so big, so big that you didn't know there was such a place, a suspended city, and then I picked up the photo in the corner, and now a lot of things are stacked on the table because there are no wooden cabinets, so they are basically scattered in the free corner at present.

I said to Hundred: Maybe this place is in this world, or rather, this suspended city may be near this island, or it may be not far away, where the boat can reach, that is really a surprise, thinking of this, a large stream of fresh heat rushes, and Hundred is so excited to see me also into the atmosphere I have created.

Ask: We might be able to get here?

I said, it's just the best estimate, I continued, the photos are scattered around the island, and there are murals and graffiti in the houses on the island, although they don't have much connection with the neighborhood, but in the painting, and the address in the photo are on the sea, and we are surrounded by the ocean.

Of course, what actually excites and scares me is that I think there is this place outside of this island, so is there another place outside of this suspended city, and my idea is that these two places are one interconnected world, that is, in the world I am in now, and is there another world outside of this world?

My conjecture was so bold that even the surprise and horror of the hundred to hear my conclusions made me stop thinking and not continue to speak, because these new ideas were enough to surprise us, and we would probably think and repeat the question again and again for the next few dozen days.

I began to comfort Hundred, I motioned for us to be quiet, although I also felt scared, but I still comforted Hundred, after all, in the past ten days, we can say that it is a child whose memory has died, and it is completely this new life that has new memories again, thinking that what we are seeing now is this, and then getting used to it.

But it's not necessarily what we think.