"Whether you want to wake him up from his dream or not, you decide for yourself...... Good bye. ”

After Chu Xuan finished saying this last sentence, he finally hung up after nearly half an hour on the phone.

After putting down the mobile phone in her hand, Xiao Lan fell back to the soft bed directly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show a difficult wry smile.

Do you want to wake up Zheng Zhe?

It was a difficult decision to make.

Directly told Zheng Zhe that this woman was fake, just a longing body created by his obsession?

Although he had done this once in the last dream created by Freddy, that time he did fall into an illusory dream that was not real but just fictional, and if he didn't wake up, it would be tantamount to real self-destruction, and Zheng Zhe at that time was deceiving himself and not admitting the facts.

But this time, although he is still dreaming, he is in the real reality, Zheng Zha has created a flesh and blood, life and soul, real mind body through his strong thoughts, just like the creation of man provided by the Lord God to copy the Loli in his memory!

Man is a terrible creature, and don't be paranoid when you get big.

If Xiao Lan went to tell Zheng Zhe that this Lori was just an illusion, the result would be that Nine out of ten were treated coldly by this man, and even considered to be hostile to Freddy's conspiracy, and even if he handed over the information that Lori was dead to Zheng Zhe, it was likely that the second causal blocking would be triggered by "denial" and the graphic record of the entity would also be disposed of.

Although this is much more difficult than modifying the memory of the spiritual level, since even the mind body has been shaped. It's not that hard to do that again, is it?

That guy Chu Xuan really pushed a big problem to him......

If he doesn't do anything, Zheng Zha is destined to step into tragedy step by step; Try to change. The results could be worse than that.

The only way to happiness is to kill Freddy and take his power, and then keep or create another one of these dream-based thoughts.

This is no longer happiness.

Because the same business god also provides there.,Memory、Character、Body and appearance all come from your own memory.,It's not about the program but the real human who can cry and laugh.,As long as 500 reward points can create a person.,If you have the heart, Zheng Zha wants to create a few more Loli, there are a few Loli.。

But does it make sense?

If your lover is a thought, you can create it. Then in the end, it is just self-deception.

Ahead of Zheng Zhe's path, there is only an abyss of despair.

As for whether to fall into it and not extricate itself, or to conquer it above it......

- Xiao Lan will wait and see.

And for now's words. Let him cherish this last dream.

Although it is a beautiful thing that is destined to be destroyed, people cannot choose to escape because they are afraid of losing it.

Rising from the ground is doomed to fall, gaining what is doomed to losing something, and being born is doomed to return to the bosom of death. But if you are afraid of falling, afraid of losing, afraid of dying. So that if you don't get up and fight anymore, you won't be able to live anymore, then you will never learn to walk, know how to cherish and comprehend the preciousness of life.

Perhaps people are destined for the future from birth, which is an inescapable fact that everyone is also facing, but the reason why people will distinguish different you and me is because they have different records on each other's life scrolls...... It's still wonderful.

-- And this is his decision.

found an excuse for Caroline to take Lori outside to get something, making the ward an independent space for only Zheng Zhaming, Yanwei and the three of them. Xiao Lan informed the other two of the contents of Chu Xuan's phone call: she described Chu Xuan's feats such as prying the ATM to monitor it, and stated her reasoning after dreaming of Freddy. The only part about Lori is not mentioned.

Sometimes the more you know, the more pain you have.

This sin, which he did not respond to in the face of a tragedy, was enough for him to bear it silently.

The result of everyone's happiness is a beautiful but impossible wish, but if you only protect one's happiness, it may be based on the need for oneself or others to pay the price, but it is indeed true.

Flora......

Zheng Zhe's dream is already doomed to be shattered, why is he not facing the same crisis himself?

If you can't keep this happiness and serenity, then it will be impossible for "Book of Dead 3: Silver Dawn" to start filming, and even if filming starts, the actor of the role will be changed, and even if Xiao Lan can return to that Arthurian era, even if he defeats the death incarnation to regain his strength and make up for himself, he will no longer be able to find the Flora he really remembers.

Maybe he used to be dismissive of this, but now...... He cherished this rare preciousness immensely.

So, he needs to work harder.

For this little dream, for the happiness you desire, for the future that doesn't become a tragedy.

Zheng Zha's description of being manipulated by fate, every move seems to be guided by something, and he has finally realized that he has to go by the situation, maybe this is not a small gap with the incomparably vast and deep true fate, but if you want to challenge the real fate, you must first break the despair woven by the ghost king.

At this point, the matter has come to an end for the time being.

Xiao Lan originally planned to talk directly to Wes, the author who wrote the script, but the result was that Caroline was scolded when she learned of the idea.

"Do you still want to keep tossing yourself? I have already fainted once in the afternoon because of a fever, although the fever has subsided now and there is no other serious illness, and I did not pursue you to make a phone call for half an hour, but then why don't you say that I will let you go to Old Man Wes? Whatever you're going to do, give me a good night's rest! ”

It's really scary for women to get angry, especially women who really care about themselves.

Feel her genuine worry and care. As well as a hint of sparkle in the corners of her eyes, Xiao Lan gave in after sighing.

Gentle Township, Hero's Grave.

Rao is the iron bone. It's hard to resist finger tenderness.

Some things are done even if a man dies, but women and families will make him change his mind, having concerns and concerns will make people stronger, but at the same time, it will also become a burden that drags down progress, so sometimes it is necessary to make a resolute decision, and there has even been an extreme of "killing my sister and preaching".

However, Xiao Lan's words, he can barely distinguish his degree.

"Peace of mind. I'm not going to mess around. Think about it, even if I'm going to Wes, Old Man will see me at this time? That stubborn old man would have kicked me out without making an appointment in advance, because I would have influenced his creative thinking......"

As for the reasons why this is done. He quietly avoided it by speaking, the less he knew about Freddy's business, the safer it was, and he really didn't want this woman to be involved in this incident that even he was not sure of.

And in this case, it is time to go home for the time being.

At this moment, it is already evening. When Xiao Lan changed back into her clothes and walked out of the hospital with the others. The remnant sun has dyed the streets bright red.

It was more delicate than blood, and the air seemed to be immersed in a sweet fishy fragrance, and in ancient legends, dusk was the time when the door of life and death opened—the time of demons.

The sun is about to set, and when the red sun sets, the moon, which symbolizes the gate of the otherworld, will fully reveal its form.

Then, dreams will also come.

So will this night be spent peacefully?

―――――――――――――――― the boundary between the virtual and the real――――――――――――――――――――

There is no reason. There was no purpose, just going out for a walk as usual.

I can't remember how I got out of the house. I can't remember why I came to such a street.

When I woke up, I realized that I was lonely.

The air outside is a little cold in the summer, and the city at midnight is deserted, and the streets are silent.

It's like a strange, dead city that is silent, cold, and deserted.

There are no pedestrians and no warmth, and it exudes an artificial atmosphere like a photograph, reminiscent of a hopeless and incurable disease.

-- Disease, disease, sickness.

With just one distraction, everything, including unlit homes and well-lit convenience stores, seems to collapse after a sharp cough.

Lonely to the frozen landscape, only the moonlight pale carved the night.

In a world where everything is anesthetized, it seems that the moon is the only one alive, and it hurts to pierce the eyes of those who look up.

- So, it's called pathology.

But such a sick world should not exist in reality, so ...... Is it a dream?

Perhaps.

But he didn't feel the danger, and he didn't feel the killing intent.

All I felt was the loneliness of nothingness, the emptiness of death.

I didn't wake up directly, and the dream didn't end, so I was driven by pure curiosity to explore the world that seemed unknown.

And then, just like that, I made a discovery.

Only the whitened electric lamps reflected in the corridors of the neighborhoods, and the artificial light that completely dispelled the darkness was devoid of human touch, and it was more creepy than the darkness that should be dispelled.

On both sides of the road, where there are no pedestrians or vehicles, buildings of the same height stand side by side in a regular manner, and the walls are covered with bright glass windows, but now only reflect the cold moonlight, like the silhouette of a strange man wandering in the world.

And at this time-

A boring shadow falls into the retina, and a humanoid silhouette emerges from view.

Not figuratively, the girl was actually floating in the air.

Dressed in spotless snow-white clothes, the exposed limbs are very slender, which sets off her delicate and elegant even more. The long black hair reaches to the waist, as if combed with silk threads, it is extremely smooth, as long as the wind is strong, the appearance of the black hair flying in the wind exudes a mysterious beauty.

The pair of thin eyebrows and cold eyes are like creatures that are no longer bound by lifespan and only live in paintings.

The winds had subsided, and the night air was unusually cold for summer.

In an instant, a needle-like chill stung the neck bone.

"Miki Hoshino ......"

At the same time as he summoned a name that had been sleeping in his memory, he saw the flying girl stretching out her arm in front of her.

In front of her, it was like a mirror slowly appearing, and there was a "girl" with complex emotions such as confusion, joy, and surprise in her eyes, but her body and clothes seemed to be carved out of a mold.

"Come here, my sister will fly you."

Even though it was hundreds of meters away, it was still clearly audible as if it were singing.

This is the guidance of the angels, this is the temptation of the demons.

As if to touch the sky, "she" grabbed the delicate arm, stepped gracefully into the night sky, and then ...... Fall.

The black hair did not fly messily, and the white clothes swelled in the wind, drawing an elegant arc in the air.

――Like a white flower that gradually sinks into the deep sea. (To be continued.) )