I glanced at the man lightly, said nothing, and returned to my seat. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the policeman who sold snacks came over with a small cart.

When passing by here, I touched the feet of the child who was being held by the child's father, and the child was awakened and began to cry, and the adults were distressed and the child quarreled with the police, and the man was upset by the noise and joined the battle group.

It's just that all this, how can it be so familiar?

The difference is that the last time it happened, the child was lying in the seat, and the child's parents stood up, this time the child slept in the father's arms. Last time there was a normal chatter in the carriage, this time there was not even a lively one!

There was no chattering, no conversation, only the sound of four people arguing. I've always thought that everyone likes to watch the excitement these days, and then point and talk about how the excitement should be, but now it's quiet, no one is talking, no one is talking, they are all busy with their own things, is this normal?

I got up and walked to the back seat, where a young woman in her twenties was sitting with her phone playing a simple game.

I looked at her phone, and she was using a flip phone with a screen light that has been popular among women lately, and she was playing games like Lianliankan.

At this level, the time is up, and the game is over.

I watched from the sidelines, and the game screen was the same every time, but the strange thing was that she died every time she had those few patterns left, and the patterns were in the same position, and the patterns were the same.

Although my phone is a little different from hers, there is also this kind of game, but it will never be the same pattern in every game, and there will never be a situation where the location of death is the same.

I looked at the others with a frown, and there was a family of three sitting next to me, and the three of them sat side by side, and they didn't chat, one moment the woman slammed the man, and the other time the child slammed the woman.

It's just that the sequence, the movements, and the posture of touching are all the same, and they haven't changed at all.

Looking at the other people in the carriage, they were all the same, repeating a certain action, a certain plot, a certain thing, over and over again, without a sound.

I suddenly wanted to go to the fourth carriage and see if the little girl was still there, and if she was still sitting there and tell me that she had been there the whole time.

I turned to leave, and the man behind me followed.

"Friend, do me a favor, go to No. 56 in the fourth car, call my friend, thank you!"

"Good ......"

I walked briskly to the fourth car, No. 56, and there was still that little girl in that seat!

Isn't she 36? How did you do it on the 56th again? "Little sister, do you remember your brother?" I walked up to the little girl and asked with a smile.

The little girl blinked her big watery eyes and shook her head and said, "Don't remember? Does my brother know me? ”

"Oh, maybe my brother recognized the wrong person, little sister, have you been sitting here all along?"

"Yes, brother, my mom put me on the train, I've always been here!"

"Oh, thank you, little sister!"

I returned to car five, where as expected, the fighting had stopped, the child was sleeping in his seat, his parents were standing beside him, the man was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed, and the rest of the carriage was still so quiet.

Seeing this familiar scene, I finally decided to go to the other carriages.

Walking to the six carriages, it was also quiet, everyone was repeating their own things, and the same was true for the seven carriages, eight carriages, nine carriages...... It's all true.

I stared out the window blankly, it all looked so real, but could it happen?

The window in the bathroom of this train is the kind that can be opened, and I opened the window and jumped in.

Suddenly, the scenery in front of me changed, no longer the tracks, no longer the train, and I went back to the station.

Crowded crowds, lined up, everyone was chatting, talking and laughing, the thief was still pinched by my wrist, grinning and screaming in pain, looking at his pain, I smiled happily, and finally came back!

It's just that my smile may really become sarcastic and humiliating in his eyes, but the pain in his wrist doesn't dare to turn his face against me, just look at him pleading there with a bitter face, such as big brother, I misplaced me and so on no less than a dozen times.

I let go of my hand, and sure enough, his wrist had been pinched red by me, and the blue-purple mark was in the middle of the red, and a swollen circle of multicolored colors was like a rainbow.

I also ignored the thief who was wailing and covered his wrist, and began to look at the Buddha beads in front of me.

I have to say that this Buddha bead is indeed very powerful, I just stared at it for a moment, and then entered a fantasy realm. If I hadn't discovered the cyclical nature of things in this environment, I might not have known that I was hallucinating, and I would have thought that it was all real.

The most terrifying thing is not that a person is in a hallucination, but that I somehow enter a fantasy that I am all real.

That scene was almost exactly the same as the real scene, I saw the beads, and I had a hallucination, thinking that I had started the ticket check-in, and then I got on the bus, and there were so many things on the bus. In fact, I haven't made any movements since I saw the beads, everything is just my imagination.

I put away the beads and looked at the crowd around me, and I even wondered if this illusion I was in now was real or not!

Although there is a lot of noise here, although it is noisy, but is it necessarily true?

What if this is also fake, a fantasy?

Passengers, the fast 4231 train from Beishi to Shanghai has begun to check tickets......

A mechanical female voice sounded on the station announcer, is it finally a ticket check?

So is this test real or fake?

I followed the flow of people onto the train and found my seat.

What frightened me was that the man and woman in the fantasy were carrying the little boy with them, and it was the man next to them.

I looked at them in a daze, and for a long time, I didn't say anything.

At this time, the child began to cry, clamoring to sleep, to lie down to sleep, not to hold, not to sit......

Isn't all this exactly what happened in the story just now?

Could it be that I still haven't escaped from that illusion and am still lost in it?

What is true and what is false, at this moment, I felt a deep fear.

I'm not afraid of enemies stronger than me, I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of suffering, but isn't it terrible to enter a fantasy that is unfamiliar to me, I thought I had escaped but I saw those scenes, and I didn't even know whether I was in the illusion or in reality.

At the end of the day, I just want to live in a real world!