"I come almost every day?" I reflect on the meaning behind this sentence, and the answer in my mind is already obvious, but I don't dare to say it.

The old man gave me encouragement, saying, "When you have a conclusion, you have to speak boldly." ”

"Am I in a dream?" I finally spoke from the bottom of my heart.

The old man grinned, the root of his teeth was eye-catching, and he bowed forward and said, "Is the conclusion you have concluded more straightforwardly than me, and can you accept it yourself?" ”

"How is this possible?" My heart lightened a little, but I was still going to ** my own conclusion: "I didn't think I was in a dream, it was all real?" The coffee is bitter, it's hot, I can feel it, I hit myself, I can feel the pain, how can this be in a dream? ”

The old man watched with interest as I punched and pinched my arm, and finally waved his hand and said, "It seems that you have to show another more convincing example." ”

I saw his hand touch to his waist, and when his hand returned to the table again, a pistol was in the palm of his hand, and my heart tightened suddenly, and I looked at the people around me in panic, and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"I'll give you an example." The old man replied as if he didn't take it seriously, he raised his gun and pointed it at a woman passing by him and decisively pulled the trigger.

"What the hell are you doing!!" After the gunshot, I jumped out of my chair, and the blood rushed into my brain in an instant, and I immediately felt extremely frightened. The woman slowly fell to the floor, the blood hole in her temple spurted black plasma, my heart almost burst, I turned to the old man and yelled, "You killed her!" You've killed someone! ”

The old man put the gun on the table, leaned back in his chair soothingly, looked at me calmly, and said, "I killed a man, but it is nothing, because it is not real." ”

"What?" I also suddenly realized that the murder had not caused anything unusual in the café, everyone was still doing their own thing, the music was still wafting and the "hum" of the coffee machine still working, and a middle-aged man at the counter was looking impatiently at his watch, waiting for him to ask for coffee. When he got his coffee, he walked over the corpse and hurried out of the place.

"How? It's fascinating. The old man motioned for me to sit down.

I could hear my heartbeat clearly, the panic just now made me unable to regain my composure for a while, I did it again and faced the old man's calm, I didn't know what to say, I had a lot to ask, but I didn't know where to speak.

The old man finished the cup of coffee, looking a little unsatisfied, he beckoned to the waiter and ordered another one, and then went on to say to me: "The dream world is illusory, you can do whatever you want, but first you must learn how to control it all. ”

"Control?" I gradually calmed down my rapid breathing, and the thirst in my mouth made me eagerly take the coffee and drink it, I forgot about the sugar, the taste of the coffee was terrible, but I still drank it in one go.

"Yes, mastery, the primary essence of the dream world."

"Elementary." I snorted and said, "What's that high-level?" ”

The old man shook his head: "It's not time to tell you that those things are dangerous to you when you don't control the world at all. ”

I played with the old man's words, and subconsciously picked up the pistol placed on the table in my hand, the body of the gun was jet black, glowing with the texture of matte metal, because of the firing just now, it was still slightly hot in my hand, and the smell of gunpowder was still very strong. I played with the pistol and muttered, "How is this possible, this gun is so real, how can it be in a dream." ”

"Do you want to give it a try?" The old man asked me suddenly.

"Try what?" I looked up at him suspiciously.

When he winked at me, I understood what he meant, quickly put the gun back on the table, shook his head and said, "I don't want to, it's not fun." ”

"Look?" The old man pointed to the ground.

The corpse had disappeared, and even the surrounding blood was nowhere to be seen, and I asked the old man in surprise, "Where is the corpse?" ”

The old man smiled and shook his shoulders and said, "Is there anything else you have to worry about?" In the real world, I don't want to be the instigator of this. This is the world of dreams, and I hope you can experience it so that you can better understand and control your world in the future. ”

"Can I really do it?" My panic was replaced by a sudden surge of curiosity, but I was still hesitant.

"Look at the guy behind you." The old man pointed behind me again.

That back is all too familiar to me, a balding middle-aged man, he is my boss, one of the few people in this world that I hate, an out-and-out hypocritical villain, I have seen him harassed by Xiaoxue's surname, and every thought of it makes me feel the urge to kill. However, it is another thing to think and act, he can be said to be in control of my future, in this cold world, everyone has to work hard in exchange for a small reward, and we have learned all kinds of self-soothing methods to cover up the cruel reality. I often think that he is still paying me on time every month so that I can fill my stomach, even though the value of what I do is much higher than what he gave me, after all, he gave me a chance to survive in this city.

The gun was held tightly in my hand, and a wave of energy seemed to be released at this moment. Weapon is a totem, symbolizing the male surname, it gives men strength, wisdom and courage, only the perfect combination with weapons, is a real man. I've finally found the source of my strength, and the pistol is constantly transmitting everything I'm missing into my body.

I walked up to him, my boss was looking down intently at a ** magazine, in such a public occasion, his face did not have a trace of mind, but extremely enjoyable enjoyment. It added even more to my dislike of him. Still a little unsure, I turned to look at the old man and asked for some support in my eyes. The old man saw through my thoughts, and he raised his voice and said, "This is the first step you need to take to learn to control your world, he was created by you, you can destroy him at any time, try it." ”

I picked up the gun flat, the gunman in the scholar's movie, in a very standard shooting position, the front sight was already on his fat and shiny head, my fingers were still gently rubbing on the trigger, and the last trace of hesitation prevented me from firing. I tried my best to adjust my breathing, so that my arms stopped shaking, sweat slid down my forehead, and I could feel the trajectory of its movement on my face. (To be continued.) )