"It's really... Exaggerated world. The psychology professor couldn't help but sigh in admiration as he looked at the towering walls and the bookshelves that couldn't be seen.

Through the secret method, he had pulled all three of them into the illusion. The other two were already stuck in the most painful memories of the past. Only the knight with the magic sword always hovered on the border between dream and reality.

In order to prevent the unexpected from happening, he is forced to venture into the other party's spiritual world. Then, in front of the professor's eyes, there was an incomparably huge palace. In this palace occupied by countless bookshelves and books, the professor did not discover the subjectivity of the other party in the first place. After making his way through the many palace chambers along the bookshelves, he finally found some traces in a large basement.

The dark basement has no furniture other than a long table. Relying on his expertise, the professor knew that this showed that the owner's memory of the place was so deep that he could not tolerate any other emotions mixed in.

On the long, narrow solid wood dining table, there are many plates covered by hemispherical silver lids. Between the plates were several twisted candlesticks of black iron, and the sharp thorn-like candlesticks were brutally pierced with wrist-thick candles, and the melted red wax droplets flowed like blood on the candlesticks.

Then, by candlelight, the professor carefully opened the lid. I saw that on the white dinner plate with intricate patterns outlined in gold on the edge, someone wrote a bloody word "sheng" in red juice. Although he could not read the words written in an unfamiliar language, the professor could see the pain in the writer's heart from the sharp strokes of the pen. On the next few plates, the words "old", "sick", "dead", "resentful", "unbelievable", and "five yin and blazing" were written in the same handwriting.

As the professor walked over to the last plate, he suddenly realized that there was someone else in the basement but himself. The dim candlelight could not illuminate the man's face, for he concealed his entire body under a pitch-black robe.

The professor guessed that this should be the long-lost subjective consciousness. It seems that he must have been affected by the illusion and immersed in the memories of the past. Out of curiosity, the professor cautiously lifted the lid of the last meal, only to see the words "love parting" written on the plate in pitch-black ink.

At some point, an excerpt from the opera "Madama Butterfly" suddenly sounded in the basement. In the soprano's melodious vocals, the ink begins to swirl rapidly, gradually distorting into a moving painting. In that black-and-white painting, the memories that immerse the subject's consciousness are reflected in the form of a movie.

Because he couldn't pull down his face and get relief supplies with those yellow-faced and thin-skinned refugees, Su Qin had to spend the night curled up in a corner of the refugee camp.

Fortunately, the weather in South Africa is not cold, and although he is hungry, he does not catch a cold. However, the tragedy is that due to the wrong sleeping position, Su Qin found that he actually fell into his pillow when he got up early.

"So... Do you want to go over or not ... Standing at the door of the aid station with his head tilted, Su Qin's expression was a little embarrassed. Originally, he had planned to leave for a nearby town today. But after asking others, it was revealed that convoys of supplies would not arrive in the camp until next week. The nearest town was hundreds of kilometers away, so he wouldn't have made it to the deadline without hitchhiking across it on foot.

There is simply no ATM in such a place, that is...... After thinking for a moment, Su Qin was stunned and realized that he was not fundamentally different from those refugees now. There was neither money nor food. Looking at the supply station that brought out a large pot of hot soup and the longer and longer queues, Su Qin gritted his teeth and finally put down his cheeky face and lined up in the line.

North Africa and southern South Africa have been colonized many times in history, and the natives are considered to be descendants of not only indigenous Africans, but also many colonizers. So there are not only blacks but also whites in this camp, which has a high chance of causing conflicts. But for some reason, Su Qin didn't see the slightest sign of racial differences here. Despite the difficult conditions, most of the refugees had a smile on their faces. They helped each other in the construction of the complete refugee camp, as if this was not a war zone but a homeless camp under the bridge in New York. Although he was a little curious about the reason, since it wasn't work-related, he didn't have the leisure to investigate.

When the line reached Su Qin, the sturdy young man who distributed the hot soup couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he looked at what he was wearing.

"Sir, food and bedding are provided to those who have been displaced by the war. Ordinary travelers, please don't get involved out of curiosity, after all, we only have this meagre amount of supplies. Although the young man's tone was gentle, the meaning in his words was very clear. A well-fed and well-dressed person like you should not rob these poor people.

Hearing this, despite such and such reasons, Su Qin still felt extremely embarrassed. Facing the slightly reproachful eyes of the refugees behind him, he couldn't say a word about those reasons.

Just then, a woman suddenly walked out of the tent.

"Andy, give this gentleman my share." The young lady in the straw hat said to the young man in a friendly tone.

"Heidi, you haven't eaten properly in days." The young man opened his mouth, then spoke impatiently.

"It's okay, I'll remember to eat well when the supply convoy arrives next week. Keep handing out food and don't keep the people behind you waiting too long. After persuading her companion with gentle but undeniable words, the lady turned around and smiled as she shoved a bowl of hot soup into Su Qin's hand.

"I'm sorry, sir. We are only a spontaneous rescue team, so we don't have enough supplies and can only provide such things for the time being. But things will get better when the UN relief arrives next week. ”

Looking at the woman in the lake blue dress, Su Qin suddenly felt that his heart, which had become extremely cold because he was used to seeing the ugliness of the world, suddenly beat suddenly.

"Thank you." Bowing his head and trying to focus on the hot soup, he whispered thanks like an ordinary young man who was not good at words.

"It's nothing. By the way, what's wrong with your neck? Looking at Su Qin's neck, which couldn't be held back when he drank the soup, Heidi asked curiously.

"The stone that was pillow last night was a little high, so I seem to have fallen into the pillow. It's okay, this little problem will be fine in two days. ”

"That's not going to work, I'll pinch it for you." Heidi glared at Su Qin seriously, and couldn't help but walk behind him and start pressing the acupoints on his neck. It didn't take long for Su Qin to feel a tingling sensation in his neck. Subsequently, the originally extremely stiff neck regained its mobility.

"I can actually move. Miss, where did you learn this hand, the effect is really good. Twisting his neck, Su Qin looked at Heidi in surprise, this kind of technology with obvious oriental colors actually appeared in the hands of a foreign girl, which made him very curious.

"Just call me Heidi, my grandfather was also Chinese. He opened a medical clinic in Chinatown, and he often helped people do acupuncture or acupressure on weekdays, and I learned these from his old man. ”

"I can't see it." Looking at the other party's full head of blonde hair and azure eyes, Su Qin could only sigh at the magic of genes.

"Well, maybe it's because I'm more like my mother." Heidi smiled, the look of surprise she had seen on the faces of many people. So it's not hard to guess what the other party is surprised about right now.

Over the next few days, Su Qin discovered that Heidi was not only the backbone of the group of volunteers, but also the backbone of the entire refugee camp. Therefore, the children like to play with her, and the young people trust her as an elder, and the old people love her as if they were their own children. For some reason, the convoy of supplies was delayed, and Heidi prevented the camp from searching for supplies in the ruins of a nearby abandoned town.

During this time, he never saw any negative emotions on the other person's face, as if nothing could stump her.

Because the convoy did not come for a long time, Su Qin also extinguished his heart for smooth delivery. As a member of the refugee camp, he also participated in various jobs to fill his stomach. Despite the hard work, looking at the young volunteers around him, he felt more and more clearly that his stone heart called Realist was gradually shattering. Warm blood flowed back into the atrium, making the bright red heart beat.

And Heidi's ever-smiling face came to his mind more and more.

"If it hadn't happened later, maybe I'd ...... will not become the naïve, naïve idealist that he is now. Just as the professor was looking at Su Qin's memory, he suddenly heard a faint sigh from the subjective consciousness that should have been unresponsive. Before I had time to do anything, the hand that accompanied the subject's consciousness was slightly closed. An invisible, powerful force restrained the professor in mid-air, unable to move.

"Since you're here, come with me to read this memory."

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