According to Bai Yue's phone call, Sun An felt that he was not free from cognitive impairment, but that cognitive impairment had changed its template and was closer to reality.

Everything has changed before, the trash can is a deadly weapon, the food is a disgusting bug, the building is a behemoth, and people are all kinds of beings in horror movies, which is scary, but you get used to it quickly, and cognitive errors don't hurt people.

Then, everything changes back to the way it was, making people let their guard down, but this trick is very insidious, most of it is normal, only a small part of it changes, and it is impossible to tell which ones are real and which ones are false.

For example, the pastry shop, the smell is fragrant, there are all kinds of tempting Western-style pastries on the counter, the waiter is delicate, and the smile is bowing, but in fact this is a hardware store, the store is full of the smell of metal, selling nails and screws, and the seller is a forty-year-old foot-picking man, and Sun An can't tell the difference, he may go to buy a bag of nails and put it in his mouth to chew, the pain and taste are wrong, and he thinks that he is eating delicious milk bars, chewing his mouth full of blood, and then swallowing it into his stomach.

In this way, cognitive impairment can actually hurt people.

So Sun An bought cakes from others, people were randomly looking for them, and they seemed to be sincere, and he also clearly said the word "cake", if that person was holding a bag of nails, he should not sell the nails to him as cakes, so that he could feel at ease when he ate it, and it was not a problem to spend more money.

He gobbled it all up and swallowed it all before it turned into something else, the pretzels were dry, it wasn't an easy task, but for a hungry man, it wasn't a big deal.

A bag of pretzels was eaten quickly, Sun An sighed and rubbed his stomach into an alley, of course a bag of pastries was not enough, he also wanted to eat something else, there was soup, and after drinking the soup, there was no need to look for water, so as not to buy gutter water, chili water or something, if he happened to enter a store selling rat poison and pesticides, he might not be able to get out.

There were a lot of people on the street, but when he walked into the alley, it was quiet, and Sun An walked by himself, taking out the crumbs of cake stuffed between his teeth, and walked through the alley, and came to another path parallel to Zhanqian Road.

This is a small road, used to be a vegetable market, but later moved away, used as a shopping street, not allowed to enter by motor vehicles, selling local products, gifts, tobacco, alcohol, sugar and tea and other things, you can buy people to take home, in addition to some small hotels, live mostly migrant workers.

This street is more crowded and more lively, the owners of the shops on the side of the road are usually people with clothes and teeth, and the momentum is not inferior to that of the Walton family, and there are naturally many restaurants and noodle restaurants on the street, and Sun An is aiming at these places.

Turning around, Sun An walked into an alley.

There is a small shop selling wontons and glutinous rice balls in the alley, and the people who walk out of the alley are wiping their mouths and digging their teeth, and it is basically certain that it is a real restaurant.

He walked into the small shop of less than 20 square meters, sat down on a seat inside, ordered a bowl of hot and sour wontons and a bowl of bean noodles and sesame rice balls, and waited patiently.

The business of the small shop was not bad, and after sitting for a while, two more people walked in, sat down at the adjacent table, ordered food, and talked quietly.

The wontons and dumplings were quickly served, Sun An mixed them slowly, observing the situation in the bowl, there was a cake cushion in his stomach, he was not as hungry as before, he didn't want to eat a mouthful of worms, and spit out what he had eaten.

There were people in the store again, it was still two, it should be a couple, and they got tired of sitting down, and the woman looked like she wanted to get into the man's body, and the man wanted to strip the woman's clothes immediately.

After the two diners who had come in before Sun An left, another person walked in, carrying a shoulder bag, putting the bag on the seat next to him, and ordering something to eat.

In addition to the staff in the hall, there were a total of six people, including Sun An, Sun An sat in the innermost, and the rest sat on both sides of the passage out.

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Kongiev slammed out of the subway, turned against the wall where the stairs were, and stared warily at the doors and windows.

It wasn't until the subway closed the door and drove away again that he finally got moving, continued to stick to the wall, slowly walked to the escalator, as if he had stepped over some trap, stepped in front of the escalator, walked to the middle of the stairs, and then rushed up the stairs.

No one took the stairs, but he was alone, running faster than the people on the escalator, rushing up, immediately sticking to the wall, and continuing on his way, soon to the street.

There were many cars, it was not an ideal environment for Kongjiv, he avoided the pedestrians on the road like a psychopath, and the exaggerated movements scared those people to hide away, which was also as he wished, and moved to the front of the noodle restaurant by the wall, he looked inside, and saw that there were many people sitting, so he gave up the plan to eat noodles, stepped over the noodle restaurant in two steps, and continued to walk forward.

At the door of the pastry shop stood a short woman with two large woven bags at her feet, buying pretzels, and preparing five bags in one go, which made Konjiv give up his intention to buy bread, and stared at the two woven bags, like a time bomb, and walked in a circle, and continued on his way.

There was a large group of people sitting on the braided belt and chatting on the side of the road, and Konjiv looked at them vigilantly, thought about it, got into the alley next to him, looked up, as if he was afraid that something would fall from the sky and fall on his head, and came to the path by sticking to the wall on one side.

He didn't expect so many people on the path, and hesitated to retreat to the main road, when someone from the other end of the alley turned in and was walking this way, so frightened that he hurried to the path, looking for a reliable restaurant.

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The green onion and mutton soup also came up, a little slower, probably because I thought there was no business in the afternoon, turned off the fire, and boiled again.

The chopped green onion floats in the crystal soup, swinging against the edge of the bowl, it looks very attractive, the mutton soup itself has a special residual fragrance, the hot soup is steamed, and the fragrance of the green onion is very attractive.

With a dry mouth, Sun An first lifted the soup and blew it for a while, and then took a big sip.

But as soon as the soup was drunk into his mouth, he spit it out with a "poof", and the fragrant soup became full of rust at the mouth, spurting out, and it had turned into bright red blood, which was equivalent to drinking a big mouthful of hot blood, and the fishy smell filled his nasal cavity, almost making tears come out.

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