I used to be in extreme anger situations, extremely angry.

This is Li Hao's summary of his thoughts when his head was convulsed yesterday.

He was now sitting in an iron chair welded to the floor in the interrogation room, opposite a man and a woman, two sheriffs.

The policewoman put down the pen in her hand and frowned, "Nothing else to add?"

Li Hao shook his head: "No, this incident was purely accidental, I haven't practiced any swordsmanship, I was still a vegetative person lying in bed before, and I did three months of rehabilitation training, I really didn't mean to."

The sheriff couldn't help but interrupt, "But it really looks like..."

The policewoman added, "There was a passerby who filmed the whole thing, and you were so calm, like a... A peerless swordsman with murderous intent in his eyes - that's why some people think you wanted to kill from the beginning."

Li Hao was stunned for a moment, and then began to cry out: "That's a vicious human trafficker, I don't know how many lives have been carried by knife-wielding gangsters, do I have to think about whether my stick will kill him before I do it?"

The sheriff next to him pinched his eyebrows helplessly: "If you tremble with him for a few more rounds, the effect may be a little better." Do you know what you're called on the Internet right now?"

"What?"

"Chenghua Sword Master."

"But I really haven't practiced any swordsmanship, it's really just an accident."

"Judging by your files, that's true."

The sheriff nodded, "I don't think a good guy should be harshly punished, not to mention, you only made one move from beginning to end, and you didn't continue to attack the enemy with one blow. The footage is well preserved, and public opinion on the Internet is also biased in your favor, so in my personal opinion, there is a high probability that you will be judged to be justified and acquitted."

Li Hao, who was sitting across the interrogation table, breathed a sigh of relief.

"But in the period before the trial, you will have to stay in the detention center for a while."

"What about my job?"

The sheriff couldn't help but laugh and said, "Just give yourself a vacation, and maybe the city will give you a bonus for righteousness and courage in the future, relax."

On the way to the detention center, the sheriff patted Li Hao on the shoulder: "It was inconvenient to say in front of the surveillance inside before, the kid has two brushes, and he did a good job."

Li Hao smiled a little embarrassedly: "I was also frightened at the time."

The sheriff remembered the murderous eyes in the video, and said helplessly: "Okay, there's no need to pretend in private, have you learned the German sword before?"

"I really haven't practiced, it's really a coincidence."

"Okay, you kid is cautious, but yes, it's right to be cautious."

The sheriff waved his hand with some interest: "People's hearts are separated from their bellies, and no one knows what is in someone's stomach, whether it is a reporter or anyone who asks you this in the future, remember to say this."

Li Hao was a little dazed: "But I really didn't mean to..."

"This kid."

The sheriff couldn't help but laugh and scolded, this kid named Li Hao pretended to be really like that, if he hadn't seen the video taken by that passerby, I'm afraid he would have been able to think that this kid was accidentally beaten.

But how is that possible.

Even if he recalls the look in the kid's eyes in the video now, he will inevitably hit a spirit.

"This kid, it can't be some secret department, right?"

The sheriff muttered in his heart, Li Hao's file seemed to him to be too peaceful, and it was fake at a glance!

...

In the reception room of the detention center.

Li Haoqiang put up a smile: "Dad, Mom, don't worry, the sheriff has told me, there is a high probability that he will be sentenced to legitimate defense, or I will be able to go out soon, and I will not stay in the file, and it will not affect your grandson's public examination in the future."

Mom wiped her tears with a distressed face: "How long have you just come back, in case there is a bad one, Mom will not live?"

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"It's okay, I don't blame you, our old Li family's grandfathers don't have anything to do."

Dad had an approving look on his face: "I have deposited five hundred dollars in your card, every month, if it's not enough, remember to ask me, I just asked the sheriff, we can't visit you again before the trial, but we can occasionally communicate by email."

Seeing his parents leave, Li Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the news revealed by the sheriff is likely to be acquitted, he is now an unconvicted criminal, the so-called criminal suspect, which is still too exciting for a good citizen like him who has been law-abiding for more than 20 years.

Li Hao was assigned to a separate cell.

Lying in bed, he has nothing to do, he is only an unconvicted prisoner now, and before the verdict is handed down, he does not need forced labor, he stays in the detention center every day, and basically has nothing to do except watch TV at a fixed point.

Shook his head.

When you come back to your senses.

He had snapped a new spell model on the wall.

He looked at the model on the wall and was silent for a long time.

"This is a model of the Icicle Technique."

"I'm not going to get schizophrenia, am I?"

He scratched the top of his head and said to himself, "Over the years, those experiences in the dream have formed a new personality when the vegetative man has been in the vegetative state, and he can use both swordsmanship and spells—spells can't be used in reality, but swordsmanship can."

"When dealing with that trafficker, it was also a newcomer's hand?"

"But aren't all dreams based on reality? I've never practiced swordsmanship, so can this thing be made out of nothing?"

Li Hao hesitated, got up and picked up the cloth placed against the wall from the ground, and lifted it above his head.

Then, there was a sword dance.

As if carved into the bone marrow.

There's no need to think about what to do next.

Monitor the room.

One of the prison guards on duty exclaimed, "Come and see, this kid is not hiding at all!"

"He's turned this mop into a windmill."

"It's the same as in the video, this kid's eyes are really fierce, I met him when he came in just now, he looks very kind, very gentle and a child, how can he dance a sword like a murderer?"

"Let's take a good look at this kid, I feel like he has more than one life on his back."

In the monitoring room, a group of prison guards were chattering.

Long.

Li Haocai put down the mop in his hand and sat on the bed panting.

He gasped for a long time.

Cai said: "The swordsmanship is real, does this mean that the world in my dreams, those memories that seem to be very vague now, are actually true? But why didn't those spell models work?"

"No, it's not necessarily that the spell model is useless, it's that I don't have the mental power to cast spells right now."

"Meditate!"

"I'm going to meditate!"

...

"What's going on with this kid all this time?"

"It doesn't look right, it shouldn't be a person who is locked up for psychological problems

Right?"

In front of the TV, a news broadcast was being broadcast.

Li Hao stared at the picture of the TV, not paying any attention to the strange appearance of the prison guards on the side.

His eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

In the air, the mottled spiritual brilliance was like a golden fish swimming one after another, he subconsciously raised his hand, and the golden fish quickly swam with his mind, forming a rudimentary magic model.

Poof-

A cluster of flames rose at Li Hao's fingertips.

"Hey, where did you get the lighter?"

The prison guards gathered around in exclamation.

Li Hao was more excited than them: "You saw it, right, did you? It wasn't my hallucination, there was a flame just now, right?"

The two prison guards pressed their hands on their waists, and one of them stepped forward to reassure, "You sit down first, don't get excited, Li Hao, you are not allowed to bring such dangerous goods as lighters

Give me that thing."

Li Hao smiled bitterly and raised his hands.

"Come and search, I've never had any lighters on me."

The prison guard frowned and searched carefully, but found nothing unusual.

Li Hao's mood was very excited, it turned out that he was not mentally ill, he had indeed crossed over before and gained some superpowers - now, he was already the supernatural person described in the book!

Back in the cell, his fiery mood cooled down a little.

As it turned out, that dream was not a dream at all.

"Can I go back?"

Li Hao rubbed his shortened hair: "Am I Li Hao or Lothar?"

Although the experience after the crossing has become very vague, and many details are not clear, he still remembers Prajna, remembers Jeanne, and remembers many people.

You need yourself over there.

"But my parents need me too."

Li Hao let out a sigh of relief, even if it was true over there, he couldn't find his way back, so he couldn't run to the road and let the car crash, right? As a son of man, he can't leave his parents behind.

"Xiao Li!"

Outside the cell door, a prison guard handed over a scroll: "Xiao Li, aren't you a college student? Help me look at this math problem for my son's homework."

Li Hao took the paper with some trepidation, glanced at it briefly, and said easily: "Simple, this is also the paper of the first level of junior high school, I thought you were going to test me in high mathematics, I haven't heard of that thing in a class at the beginning..."

"What do you say?"

The prison guard wondered, "This is high math."

Li Hao had a "you are kidding me" expression.

He majored in high math in the first half of his freshman year, and at that time he was addicted to playing games, and he really didn't go to a class at all.

He suddenly realized something, and shoved the scroll back into the prison guard's hand, "You go back first, I need some private space to calm down."

Dreams are the reorganization of personal cognition.

A person who has never seen the palace, even if he dreams, the emperor in the dream is at most an old peasant who lives in a villa in the village, carries a golden flat pole and uses a golden hoe, they can't imagine what kind of arrogant life the dignitaries live.

And I have never studied high math, so even in my dreams, I can't figure out what high math questions are like.

So, is this world a dream?

Thinking about it, Li Hao instantly felt that the whole world was fading.

His gaze was raised for a moment.

He saw the world.

One edge is full of illusory and ethereal, but this realm centered on itself will condense the substance, like a world of isolated islands in the void.

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