To live in reality, you have to have a realistic way of living, so I'll put aside a question for the time being and go to town first. I went to the village commissary to buy cigarettes, took two puffs viciously, and then chatted with the old lady for a few words, saying that I was lucky to be able to catch the car, and I was annoyed to ask the old lady more, "I don't know!" If you have something, you can ask the village chief! ”

Two hours later, I finally got on a farm vehicle, and after a bumpy ride, it was dusk when I arrived in town, and I went straight to the hotel where I had been staying for a long time, and when I inquired at the service desk, I said that the whole team had withdrawn two days ago. There is no other way, I can only make up for one night, but the ID card on my body has been kept by the archaeological team, and the little girl at the front desk will not let me live no matter what she says.

I can only live in a bath. After eating and drinking a few sips of alcohol, I went to the bathing center early to sleep, but I was gently woken up in the middle of the night, and my nerves tensed, could it be that 083 would someone connect with me here? "Sir, do you want a massage...... "You say, what are the practitioners in this service industry? Who fucking sleeps until midnight and gets up for a massage...... What the hell?

When I woke up in the morning, the sky finally cleared, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in my heart, and the facts proved that the state of chaotic thinking was still fermenting.

I fled from the town to Chaoyang, there were more people in the city, and I had no sense of saving zài in the middle of the crowd, so I couldn't wait to buy a mobile phone with phone bills in the roadside store, and then called around, and the mobile phones that could remember the number couldn't get through, and no one answered when I called home. I was completely panicked, and walked aimlessly with the bustling crowd for five or six minutes, when I turned around and saw a small Internet café, and sat down with the power on the machine, my forehead already covered with sweat.

The worst situation keeps appearing, although I seriously lost it several times, but the QQ number and all the mailbox prompts that this user does not save zài. A chill slowly rose up my spine and rushed straight to my brain, what was wrong with the world? Could it be that a qiē is really an illusion?

No one in this world knows me, so is it because I don't exist in the world or in this world? This kind of philosophical questioning, which was far away from me, suddenly came into my mind, and I fell into a confused thinking like the philosophers of ancient Greece, but I could not find the answer, or the two questions actually shared the same answer, and I was losing myself.

I'm not going to be reconciled, at least I know exactly what I'm supposed to do now. I went straight to the train station to buy a ticket to Beijing, and then sat in the waiting room and waited for six hours without daring to leave, eating a bowl of instant noodles halfway, until I was lying in the sleeper on the lower floor.

The phone numbers I can remember are all friends who are familiar with each other, and I have tried many times, I suspect that it is the quality of the mobile phone, and I dialed a few randomly, which attracted a cold rejection from the other party. I'm starting to regret it now, I should have kept more in my mind, even if it was my enemy. Anyway, it's not up to me, throw away your phone, how many phone numbers can you remember?

I didn't dare to be idle on the dining car, I greeted strangers enthusiastically, I knew that this was in my heart to prove my existence, I was really panicked about the current state, it was a kind of supernatural fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, everything around me was normal, as if I was the only one who had never existed in the world.

Erliang soju quickly fell into my stomach, and the dizziness caused by the alcohol immediately followed, which prompted me to calm down and start thinking, before clarifying all the truth, I had to figure out the biggest question, whether this qiē was illusory or real.

The first step into it was an impasse, which I found more difficult than any reasoning. If it's an illusory world, everything you create with your mind is reasonable, and the unreasonable part has long been corrected by yourself, and there are bugs that are certain, and the person who can create the bug is yourself, so how can you see it? I now understand the importance of that note in Siberia, which was like a third person planting a seed of reminder in my head, which sprouted and woke me up at the right time.

Even if I really see that this world is illusory, I can't do anything but lie down and wait to wake up. I breathed a sigh of relief, still to assume that the world was real, and the irrational parts suddenly increased.

Where did the big head and the silence go? After the rescue, why did 083 ignore me? Why can't I get through all the phone numbers I can remember? How is there no online information that can prove my identity from the side......

Suddenly I remembered that I had gone back to a few days ago, when I was trapped, the big head asked me, "Do you think we should know these secrets?" "I vaguely feel that this is the crux of Yiqiē...... I know too much. As I silently analyzed earlier, our actions were just a smokescreen. If the four people who survived were all outcasts in the eyes of 083, and they were also outcasts who knew the most secrets, and it was too kind to rescue us, what about the future? If I were Qin Weiguo, what should I do?

After empathy, I can now imagine how tricky it would be for Qin Weiguo to deal with this matter, because I really can't think of any other way to seal it up than to kill or lock us up for the rest of our lives.

I went back to the carriage and sat quietly by the window, watching the rows of trees on either side of the speeding train fall into the darkness, my mind drifting into the dark. I forcibly interrupted the thinking that had been continued by a thread, and tried to change the angle, the rescue may not represent good intentions, maybe I still have use value? That's even more wrong. In that case, shouldn't you pick me up with a lot of fanfare after this paragraph, at least leave me a contact information, right?

The train arrived in Beijing early in the morning, and my original plan was to go straight back to the 083 headquarters, but now I have gradually changed my mind. I am more and more scared when I think of Qin Weiguo's old scheming, he can make me disappear from the world with a hook of his fingers.

Since a qiē is a ghost made by 083, it makes sense that I have a pair of eyes staring behind me all the time, and I feel creepy in broad daylight when I think of this. Whether I can see this enemy or not, I have to get rid of him first.

I had no experience as an agent, so I just ran around according to my own ideas, and I walked very fast in crowded places, turning to the end of a less crowded alley and suddenly looking back. After repeating it, until I was about to torture myself to the point of a nervous disorder, I took a car and asked him to drive to the nearest police station.

I'm not trying to report the crime, I don't have a reason to do it in the first place. I just want to prove my identity in another way, I want to try to report the loss in another place to reissue my ID card, this is probably the only chance to prove that I have saved zài except for going home to find my parents and friends.

Unexpectedly, this time I finally understood what Qin Weiguo was going to do.