"Wang Xiaoming, you are going to the execution ground tomorrow, is there anyone else who wants to see him?" Because he was about to be executed, Don Quixote had been transferred to a single room at this moment, and the police in charge of guarding him also knew why this person came in, although he hated the same as those who oppressed the people, but he did not have the courage of Don Quixote, and he could only do his best to help this young man, such as giving him a meal of decapitation, of course, it was called so in the past.

Don Quixote, who was leaning against the wall on one side, shook his head, and didn't seem to care too much about his execution, obviously he had seen life and death a long time ago, he was not afraid of death, and if he was afraid, he would not avenge his father.

The one that Don Quixote did' After the dream, a few months have passed, of course, that is just his illusion, in fact, it is just a switch between the two scenes, the middle demon fakes the whole process, and the purpose is to make Don Quixote believe that he is an ordinary person, everything in the world of Faeron is just a dream, if he accepts the death penalty with this thought, then he is really dead, he killed himself, and the demon can take his place and become the new Wang Xiaoming, or Don Quixote, the difference is that this' Don Quixote's will integrate all the negative emotions of Don Quixote.

For example, this heart demon will not be affected by Don Quixote's oath, he will take Don Quixote's inner desire **, and want the idea of beautiful women around him to the extreme, any woman he fancy cannot escape, whether it is Carol, Rommel, or even Angela, Yulia, in short, if this heart demon succeeds in replacing Don Quixote, then he may even be pushed down by the god of death Osiris, after all, his soul talent is too much**,** Don Quixote himself swore in fear of necessity.

And not only that, the heart demon Don Quixote will also take Don Quixote's caution to the extreme, anyone who knows his secrets, anyone who may threaten him, will be killed, including Kyle, because the heart demon knows that this woman is Don Quixote's common weakness with him, as long as he kills her, then the world is so big, there is nothing that can threaten this man, but even if the heart demon is fanatical to dream of everything after this, it is useless, at this moment, he must use all his strength to erase the real Don Quixote。

"No relatives, friends? You know, this is really the last time. "This policeman doesn't seem to give up, because he is the embodiment of the demons in his heart, and the more Don Quixote believes that the world is real, then he is one more point away from going to death.

"Nothing," Don Quixote shrugged, "I have nothing in this world, nothing to miss, nothing to think about," grabbing the two-pot head in a plastic cup next to him, Don Quixote took a few sips, apparently the same wine that the policeman had given him.

"That's a pity," the policeman leaning outside sighed, "I respect you as a man, tell me if you have any requirements, if I can do it." ”

"Request?" Don Quixote tilted his head, and suddenly remembered the women in his dream, after a few months, he had forgotten most of the faces, but there was still one person's face that had been lingering in front of his eyes, naturally, this person was Kyle, "I want to draw, can you give me some paper and a pencil?"

The "pencil" policeman hesitated slightly, "There is a thing here, but there are rules, and this kind of sharp thing cannot be given to the prisoner," Obviously, the demon who wants to play a full set will definitely not make such a low-level mistake, and when he fights wits and courage with the ontology of the same ancestry, even a little negligence may lead to the loss of the whole game.

"I don't have a pencil," said Don Quixote, looking down at the concrete floor, "can you get me some chalk? ”

"That's fine, you wait. ”

After a while, the policeman came back with a whole box of chalk, which was interesting enough, and gave him a big cup of Erguotou, "Brother, I can help you get here." ”

"Thank you," Don Quixote picked the corners of his mouth slightly, and after taking the chalk, he didn't like the cold on the ground, so he sat directly on the floor and painted.

Don Quixote had never studied painting, but the shadow in his mind was so real that he could even stretch that shadow down, and with the sound of chalk rubbing against the concrete floor, a lifelike female surname appeared on the ground, not Chinese in appearance, but indeed beautiful.

"Have you ever learned to draw?" After looking at it for a long time, the policeman suddenly asked with some curiosity, "Which country's star is this?" It doesn't look like a Chinese. ”

"Star haha," Don Quixote patted the dust on his hands and sat back down, "British movie stars, very famous!"

"What's your name?"

"Kyle Beatt. ”

"I haven't heard of it" -

Late at night, in the silent cell, only Don Quixote was left lying alone and staring at the ceiling, the prison guard also left after chatting with Don Quixote for a few words, if he stayed here, it would inevitably make Don Quixote suspicious, and from now on, the demon thinks that the probability of winning is very high, although Don Quixote still has some hope that the things in the world of Feren are true, but he can't resist the preconceived education of the earth world for nearly thirty years, and he still instinctively thinks that this is the real world.

"Life is like a fog and a dream, and you are still free to be born and destroyed," inexplicably, Don Quixote recited a poem, which was not written by anyone, but from a Hong Kong movie, but it was written very philosophically.

After a long time, Don Quixote yawned, because he had drunk too much wine, and he was a little sleepy, he slowly closed his eyes, "I wish everything was true, such a wonderful world"-

The weather is very good, there are occasionally a few clouds in the blue sky, Don Quixote who was tied up with five flowers knelt on the ground, it was desolate everywhere, and you could even see weeds that had not been seen for a long time, according to Chinese law, the place where the death row prisoner was executed must be free of outsiders, the reason is roughly to save a trace of face, not to be watched at the entrance of the vegetable market as in the past, of course, there are other reasons for this, but it doesn't matter what, after a while, Don Quixote will be executed.

"Wang Xiaoming, do you have any last words?"

Don Quixote slowly raised his head and looked at the sun in the sky one day, the noon sun was so dazzling, he couldn't help but want to cry, of course this is not regret, but the most basic physiological reaction, as for the person who spoke, standing behind him, Don Quixote didn't see his face, of course he didn't plan to look at it, he was going to die anyway, so why care who asked?

But if Don Quixote turns around, he must be surprised to find that this person is exactly like himself, but with a hint of evil on his face, and he is laughing at the moment, obviously this is victory in sight, when the gun goes out, Don Quixote will die completely, and he will replace him, and have everything he has!

"Yes," Don Quixote nodded, after thinking for a long time, "where do people go when they die?"

"You can't go anywhere, it's all feudal superstition, when people die, it's a hundred, except for a corpse, all you can leave for others is memories. ”

"Wrong," Don Quixote laughed inexplicably, "man dies to go to the underworld and become a slave of the great goddess Osiris." ”

"Ah," a sigh came from behind him, "do it, this man is crazy." ”

"Yes! ready!" Don Quixote could already hear the bolt of a gun being pulled at the slogan of a policeman.

"Real, unreal," Don Quixote still had a smile on his face as he looked up at the sun in the sky, "I have nothing to love in this world, even if it is real?

"For me, this world should be illusory, great Osiris goddess, if you can hear my prayers, please take my soul and take it to the underworld"

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot rang out in the wilderness, but the bullet did not penetrate Don Quixote's head as expected, because at this moment, the sun in the sky turned into a sickle, and the wilderness-like world was still.

"As you wish, lowly slave. ”

The next moment, Osiris, dressed in a long dress and holding a scythe, really appeared in front of Don Quixote, because the anger he felt about not coming to greet him for three days had disappeared without a trace because of Don Quixote's prayer before he died, and even at this moment there was an inexplicable trace of joy in her heart, because at the last moment of this illusion, the person Don Quixote was talking about was her, not someone else.

Of course, Osiris herself doesn't quite know why she has this feeling as if she has won, obviously Osiris has been peeping for a long time, fantasies about Don Quixote, so even if Don Quixote does not wake up in the end, he will not be in danger of life, because Osiris will definitely save him.

"Brush!" Osiris waved her scythe lightly, and the ropes and handcuffs on Don Quixote's body were cut off directly, "Humble slave, what is this place?"

After that burst of joy, Osiris looked at the world in front of her, cars, pistols, and everything that Don Quixote had fantasized about before, she had never heard of it, she had never seen it, and what was even more peculiar was that Don Quixote's appearance had also changed dramatically, compared to the Don Quixote she was familiar with, this one's appearance was obviously much more ordinary, that is, the kind of appearance that the public could not find when thrown into the pile, but Osiris did not feel awkward, because she could feel clearly, this person was Don Quixote, and because of this, this Don Quixote gave her a more pleasing feeling, which is probably itSeeh Tzu in the eye, although Osiris herself didn't know that she might have fallen into it.

"Whew~" Don Quixote, who stood up, took a deep breath, as if he had a feeling of rebirth, obviously, at the last moment of his life, in the eyes of outsiders, he was crazy, but in fact, Don Quixote has undergone a transformation from the outside to the inside, and now he is a real Ferron, because he has modified his core consciousness, from now on, even if Don Quixote falls into this kind of scene again, his instinct will tell him that everything related to the earth is illusory, and only the world of Ferron is real。

"The world of the past," Don Quixote turned to look at this demon who was exactly like himself, "it's really terrible, but unfortunately, from now on, there will be no place for you in my heart."

Another gust of wind blew, and after Don Quixote figured it out, this demon turned into a burst of ashes and disappeared without a trace without even saying a cruel word.

"You're from another world?"

"Bang!" Don Quixote half-knelt in front of Osiris, and skillfully grasped her hand and placed it on his head, but I will always belong to the great goddess Osiris.

"Humble electorate," Osiris rubbed Don Quixote's head indignantly, "I will punish you for deceiving the great Lord Osiris, and when your soul leap is successful, you must tell me everything!"

"Yes, my greatest goddess!"

"Hmph~" Before leaving, Osiris rubbed Don Quixote's head again, and then removed his shred of divine power from Don Quixote's life box. (To be continued.) )