The things in the fantasy world can be brought into the original world.

But the things of the original world can't be brought to the fantasy world.

Which side is true? Which side is the illusion?

Chen Rulong squatted on the ground, his face pale, and his eyes looked ahead with empty eyes.

Directly in front of the shopping street, there is a large screen of an anime store where a video is playing.

The protagonist in the video is hammering a giant dragon on the ground, especially like when he just beat the Great Elder.

Jiang Wenwen looked at Chen Rulong's sluggish appearance, and after being stunned for a moment, she said with a smile: "When you are crazy, you like to watch this anime the most, it is called Megatron Kyushu, this is the first time you have seen it in a sober state." ”

Anime? Could it be ...... It's all based on the fantasy that anime generated!?

Chen Rulong clenched his fists in annoyance and hammered his head twice.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Jiang Wenwen covered Chen Rulong's forehead, and her eyes were filled with tears in distress, "Rulong, you have finally come to your senses, and you should understand that the world here is much more realistic than your so-called 'real world'." ”

"There is no source power here, and there are no people chasing you down, everyone is an ordinary human being, living the most ordinary life."

"You're having a hard time over there, why do you want to go back?"

Chen Rulong sat on the curb with some chagrin, looking at the bustling people commuting to work in front of him, the sanitation workers washing the garbage cans, the couples holding milk tea, the roadside stalls selling pancakes and fruits, the big and fat sparrows eating in the grass, and the endless traffic in the distance.

Everything seems so real and ordinary.

But Chen Rulong has no memory of this world.

Chen Rulong looked at the car that kept going back and forth, and thought in his heart, he would find a random car later, hit it headlong and return to the real world.

Jiang Wenwen seemed to guess what Chen Rulong was thinking, so she grabbed Chen Rulong's arm and persuaded her bitterly: "Rulong, even if this place is fake, what can you do if you stay in a fake place for a while?" ”

"Even if you go back now, you will fall into the confusion of true and false, false and false."

"You give me a day, just one day, please!"

Looking at Jiang Wenwen's tearful eyes, Chen Rulong was indeed difficult to refuse.

He thought about it carefully and felt that what Jiang Wenwen said seemed to have some truth.

If you can find some clues in this world and prove that this is fake, you will no longer have to worry about it in the future, and you will not have any psychological burden to refuse this little girl who shush herself and ask for warmth.

The anxiety in Chen Rulong's eyes gradually disappeared, and he got up and said calmly: "I'm hungry, find me something to eat, I want to talk while eating." ”

"Good!"

Chen Rulong was about to walk to a seafood buffet restaurant in front of him, when he was suddenly grabbed by Jiang Wenwen's arm.

She touched her wallet a little embarrassed, "Rulong, let's go back to the psychiatric hospital to eat, it's cheaper and healthier to make it yourself." ”

Chen Rulong was puzzled, "Didn't I just give you 30,000 yuan, how did you pick and search?" ”

"Oops, that's for your treatment, and money for the rest of your life. Now we live a stressful life, and we can't spend every penny indiscriminately. ”

Jiang Wenwen took Chen Rulong on the bus and came to a small room on the third floor of Dongguo Psychiatric Hospital.

The white hospital bed, the sunflowers in the window, and the wall clock on the wall, these unfamiliar scenes made Chen Rulong feel very familiar.

"You wait here, I'll come over when I'll cook later."

Chen Rulong asked, "Where are you going to cook?" ”

"It's right next door, and that's my staff dormitory."

"Can I come along?"

"Absolutely."

Coming to the next room, there are at most ten square meters here, a double-layer iron frame bed of one meter two, with luggage on top and a simple bed below.

The bathroom has a simple glass partition, and on a small desk at the entrance there is a cardboard box with simple cosmetics in it.

On the balcony, there is a simple stove with an induction cooker and a few pots and pans.

A room like this, even inferior to one's own psychiatric ward, is simply poignant to watch.

Jiang Wenwen skillfully took out a piece of pork from the refrigerator, washed and cut it into shredded meat, and stir-fried it with chili peppers.

After stir-frying the shredded pork, I cut the potatoes, eggplant and beans to make a stew, and cooked a bowl of millet porridge.

Chen Rulong helped clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and washed the pot.

In the past, when he was in Youzhou Prison, he lived alone, and his salary was not high, so he would often cook some meals for himself to improve his food, and he was quite good at housework.

When she saw Chen Rulong helping to clean up her things, Jiang Wenwen was stunned at first, and then tears flowed out.

After serving the meal, Chen Rulong, who was just about to move his chopsticks, couldn't help but be stunned, "Why are you crying?" ”

"Nothing."

Jiang Wenwen wiped her tears and choked up: "It's the first time I've seen you share the housework for me for the first time in all these years, and I'm ...... I'm just so happy. ”

Chen Rulong couldn't help but have black lines on his head, "Eldest sister, you are a nurse in a mental hospital, I am a patient, even if you take care of me, there is no need to take care of this." ”

"You make me believe that the world is real. But I'm a mentally ill person in bed, with a beautiful woman like you who is willing to dedicate and serve, do you think it's realistic? ”

"In this case, even if I am Wu Yanzu, it is impossible."

Jiang Wenwen sneered, because she had just cried and had snot, she blew out a snot bubble at this time, and hurriedly ran to the toilet to blow her nose in embarrassment.

After a while, she washed her little face and ran back, and said in a choked voice, "This is the first time I've heard you praise me." ”

"Even if you have a little conscience, you know that I have always paid for you."

While eating, Chen Rulong asked with interest: "Then tell me, why are you so good to me?" Is it a picture of my body, or a picture of ...... Forget it, I don't have anything but my body anyway. ”

"Bah, blame, shameless."

Jiang Wenwen poked Chen Rulong's head with her fingers, and fell into the memory with one hand on her cheek.