December 26th, 9 o'clock in the morning, Screening Hall 4 of the Central Cinema in Beijing.

Xia Mingwei was watching a movie, but he didn't even know which movie was playing in the screening room, because it was a random movie ticket, and he didn't even know the title of the film.

Anyway, he just slept in the theater.

With the heavy eyelids closed, the consciousness sank, and I came to the fantasy theater.

"It's ridiculous...... You're like a clown. Black Goku's voice came, and in the shadow corner of the cell, its eyes were deep red.

Xia Mingwei didn't bother to take care of it, just leaned back in the chair slowly, and Totoro quickly flew over, fell into his arms, and rolled coquettishly, revealing his round belly.

"Let me be quiet." Xia Mingwei said softly.

When Totoro heard this, his wagging tail quickly drooped, and he used the handle of the seat as a road, and disappeared from Xia Mingwei's sight in one leap and one leap.

"Why, don't you dare to face me?" Black Goku asked.

"It seems that you learn modern vocabulary quite quickly, and you will use 'clown' to mock me." Xia Mingwei said, "Sure enough, watching movies is a good way to learn." ”

"Shouldn't you just kill him?" Black Goku said, "I can't understand what you're doing, cowardly fellow. ”

"First of all, I can't beat him. Secondly, if it were you, I think you would hesitate as well. ”

"What's there to hesitate about, if the old man is right in front of me, I can't wait to smash it into mud with a stick."

Xia Mingwei shrugged his shoulders and laughed self-deprecatingly: "What if he is not only the Ancestor of Rulai, but also the Bodhi Ancestor who taught you spells?" ”

"Then I'll smash his head and bleed him." Black Goku said.

"It's really your ......" Xia Mingwei sighed lightly, and said in his heart that he actually tried to reason with this kind of monster, it was Black Wukong, not Sun Wukong.

"You took my golden rod and stole my power, but you are still so indecisive, you should really tear down this cell and let me go out and do things for you." Black Goku sneered.

"You can be strong now, and when my mythological sequence becomes stronger and stronger, you will slowly be given a 'self-destructive consciousness', and then you will be nothing more than a puppet in a hurry to commit suicide."

Xia Mingwei talked to Black Wukong about some of his cognitions about the mythological sequence, including "self-destructive consciousness", so the other party knew this.

He is in a bad mood now, and he will not say these words to Black Wukong at other times, but like offering a big Buddha, try not to annoy it, lest it go crazy again and smash the cell with a golden hoop stick, causing turmoil in his spiritual world.

"You can see if I'm being strong." Black Goku is dismissive, as if it is a joke that he will be changed by the mythological sequence.

"I don't care." Xia Mingwei breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling tiredly, "I just want to know who I am, I can't figure out those positions, identities...... I really, really just want to let all those idiots die so I can be quiet. ”

"That's because you're too weak, that's why you're not firm enough."

"Then you teach me, what the fuck should I do?" Xia Mingwei said hoarsely, "I don't know if I am a myth carrier or a serializer, the whole world wants to kill me, the whole world can't fucking tolerate me, others can live as they want, but I have to be careful and take every step, in the end, the bastard thing I want to kill the most is the person closest to me, I'm going crazy." ”

"That's right, all you have to do is get angry, and then draw strength from it."

"Finally become a monster like you?"

"What about the four dislikes?" Black Wukong said coldly, "I almost slaughtered all the people I couldn't get used to, if everyone is your enemy, then wouldn't it be better if you killed everyone?" ”

"It's easy to put it, that's what a madman does."

"Then you just let me out and let me do these things for you, don't you say you're tired?"

"No, no matter how tired I am, I won't let you out." "I promised a friend that I would never lose control, so if I let you out, I would be in breach of contract." ”

If he is successfully instigated and polluted by Black Goku's mythical will, then he will be one step closer to losing control, and no matter how tired he is, he will not be able to fall to that point.

"You call this 'out of control'?" Hei Wukong sneered, "Now that we share the same body, if you die, I will die, how can I harm you?" ”

"Once and twice, if I open this cell for you, won't you be able to on my head casually in the future?"

"Enough!" Black Wukong roared, "My grandson wants to rest, you get out of here!" "The shadows are like springs and waterfalls, like the fury of it.

In the next moment, the thud of the golden hoop stick came from the cell, and the fantasy theater trembled violently.

Xia Mingwei didn't think so, he didn't plan to stay in the fantasy theater, the reason why he came here was to breathe a sigh of relief, and the second was to complete "No. 2 Fantasy".

With the sound of Black Goku's violent, undulating breathing, he slowly closed his eyes, and the dreamer crest around his neck shone brightly.

"I'm about to enter the second fantasy." The sound ringing in his ears was like a cold, slippery little snake burrowing into his ears and swimming in his cranial nerves.

Xia Mingwei opened his eyes again, and in front of him was the hospital, in fact, he had a strange sense of familiarity from the first time he came to this hospital.

Because the location of this sequence of fantasy is exactly the same as the spiritual retreat he has been staying in for almost three years, except that the light is dim, and the surrounding details have changed a lot, making it look even more eerie.

Recalling his time in the mental sanatorium, he remembered most vividly that whenever the nurse dangled the children with mental problems to the backyard to play, the children in hospital gowns around him frolicked and chased each other on the lawn, and their laughter was a little harsh.

He was the only one sitting in the corner, looking up at the sunset in the sky. It would be dusk, but Xia Mingwei felt that the world was oppressive blue, as vast as the sea, but he never belonged to himself, he seemed to be driven by the world to this narrow corner, and he had to repeat the same day in this life, arranging his limited life according to the rules and regulations of the sanatorium.

In that place, no one would believe what he said. If he had mentioned Surtr, the doctor would have thought that his illness had deepened. Xia Mingwei refused to take the medicine, so the doctor added some more ground pills to his meal that night. The nurse would whisper to the children that if Shamingway still mentioned the 'red giant', then don't play with him anymore. Over time, there really wasn't anyone to play with him.

Every time it was dusk, the children in the hospital were playing on the lawn and sharing each other's toys, and he would huddle in the corner with his knees in his hands, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon.

It wasn't until Shamingway was eleven years old that the nurses rang bells again at dusk in mid-August, calling the children to play in the courtyard.

That day, he was still the same, alone on his knees, staring at the clouds in the sky until his vision was obscured by an old man.

Later, Xia Mingwei often thought that there were two indelible giant shadows in his childhood.

The first is the Flame Giants that appear behind the mountains around Snowdeer;

The second is the old man who appeared in front of him at that time.

"What are you doing here?" The old man took off his reading glasses and wiped them with a towel.

"Who are you?" Xia Mingwei looked up and stared at the man's face.

"I'm here to play with you," the old man sat down beside him, "I don't think you have any friends, so why don't you play with them?" ”

"No one believed me, the doctor said I had paranoia, the nurse said I was a liar, and she let the other children play with me only if I didn't lie."

"Oh my God, adults are really ...... nowadays," said the old man, "how can a child's imagination be called paranoia?" They are the ones who are sick. ”

"But since no one believes me, then they're right." Xia Mingwei was silent for a long time before he said: "The world doesn't like me, it always opposes me." ”

"So...... The world doesn't seem to like me very much. The man laughed, and he picked up an unlit cigarette, "I'm a lost dog, what adults often call a loser." I was almost 50 years old, and suddenly I got divorced, and my children went with my wife, and I didn't achieve anything in my career. ”

Xia Mingwei didn't speak, but said in a low voice: "Smoking is not allowed here." ”

The old man shrugged: "I didn't smoke, I just took it in my mouth and smoked it slowly." ”

"The nurse will scold you."

"It's okay, don't worry about those stinky bitches."

Xia Mingwei laughed, he also wanted to scold those nurses, but no one would stand him, this old man was the first.

But smiling and smiling, his expression quickly became sad again: "You said that you were a failure, but you are not mentally ill, and no one will take care of you." He paused and said hoarsely, "But I ...... I felt like I was going to be locked up here for the rest of my life, and I couldn't get out of here. ”

"No, you're still young." The old man's tone was categorical, "You are different from me, you still have many opportunities, the world is very vast, as long as you want to see it." ”

"But I feel like the world sucks."

"Children are like that," the old man smiled, "and they will always magnify the little unhappiness they encounter in their minds, and even extend it to a lifetime, so that of course you think the world is bad, but in fact, as long as you raise your head and look at it, you will always find a place you like." ”

He was silent for a moment: "You know what? Although I haven't done anything in my life, I've always had a dream of having my own coffee shop. ”

"Coffee shop?" Xia Mingwei turned his head to look at him, and the old man's eyes had a faint smile.

"Yes," the old man's tone suddenly became serious, "but I may not be able to do it alone, after all, I am an old man, my memory is not good, and my brain is not easy to use, do you want to join me?" ”

Xia Mingwei didn't answer, just lowered his eyes.

The old man was not in a hurry, so he waited quietly for his response.

Xia Mingwei had forgotten what he said at that time, and his memory was very vague, but the boss seemed to be smiling happily.

At that time, the sun was about to take its last rays, and the coming night was draped over the lawn like a black curtain.

In the three years since, the figure of the old man has never been absent. Every evening, they will always be accompanied by sunset, sitting on the lawn and watching the sunset.

It wasn't until Xia Mingwei was fourteen years old that the old man signed a formality, took him out of the sanatorium, and opened a café in the old Jingmai neighborhood around Beijing.

Time comes back to the present.

Xia Mingwei raised his eyes and stared at the familiar hospital corridor.

This is the fourth time he has entered this "Second Fantasy", which is composed of "Emotional Puppet: Lisa", "Location Fragment: Hospital", "Style Fragment: Horror Style", and "Type Fragment: Sequence Dream", so the finished product is still weird.

[The goal of this sequence is to make Lisa disappear.] 】

Xia Mingwei walked forward, the light bulbs of the hospital flickering on and off, sizzling, and the cold light reflected the surrounding ward numbers.

Every time he took two steps, a large blood-red palm print would appear on the walls on both sides of the corridor, and then the innocent laughter of a baby echoed in the front of the corridor.

In the first three attempts, he failed to hurt "Lisa" by any means. It's different now, Xia Mingwei knows how to understand the law.

Shortly after walking forward, a figure stood at the end of the hallway, wearing a white hospital gown, with the hospital gate behind her.

Lisa lowered her head and cried softly, "I killed my mother, and I killed my father...... No one wants Lisa anymore, everyone hates Lisa. ”

Xia Mingwei looked at her, and after a few seconds, the girl's eyes suddenly turned black, and then she turned into a monster who manipulated emotional power.

He tried many times to destroy Lisa before she turned into a monster, but he always failed, and even the proud Golden Hoop Staff didn't work.

Xia Mingwei walked forward in silence, the air around him faintly distorted, it was Lisa protecting himself, his body seemed to be squeezed.

But he approached Lisa anyway, leaned down, and hugged her gently.

Lisa was still sobbing, but this time she didn't turn into a monster: "Mom never hugged Lisa, Dad would just ask Lisa to work, otherwise he would hit me with a wine bottle, and Lisa's hands kept bleeding." She hugged Xia Mingwei tightly and leaned her head gently on his shoulder, "No one has ever hugged Lisa...... Thank you. ”

Xia Mingwei had always known, but he didn't want to admit that just like himself at that time, lonely children just needed a hug.

Lisa vanished.

The hospital was crumbling and everything was falling apart.

In a trance, Xia Mingwei stretched out his right hand and pushed open the door behind Lisa, and a pale yellow halo came from the surface, making him squint his eyes, and suddenly he saw the sunset hanging high in the sky, the lawn sprinkled with afterglow, and the old man and child sitting by the wall chatting.

"Okay, I'll open a café for you." The child whispered, "Can you take me with you?" ”

"Of course." The old man smiled and said, "It just takes a little time, maybe years." ”

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

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