Leon stood on the large terrace of the film box, gazing at the wonderful starlight in the night sky, he had often been fascinated by this sight when he first arrived in the upper city, but after just a few dozen days, he suddenly realized that everything around him was fake. Man is fake, and every encounter and separation has been arranged since he was born; things are fake, and every sudden coincidence actually happens at a calculated time; the sky is also fake, the sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and stars are pinched in time, and even the occasional nebula that floats by is pre-ordered in advance......

What else is real in this world?

Leon felt that he was not even in the mood to smile wryly, and he remembered that in the basement screening room of Master Hyde, he had seen a movie from an old time, which described a man who had been trapped on an island since birth, and his life was a play, all carefully arranged by the director.

That guy is called "Truman". He feels that he is the same as him, except that Truman just needs to act in a play to entertain the public, and he seems to want to fulfill some people's expectations and become a person who "dominates the direction of the world".

"Fucking bullshit!" Leon suddenly roared at the black mountains and forests, only to feel depressed in his heart, the world he knew was shattered in an instant.

"What the hell is going on?" A voice came from behind Leon, Leon only felt that his irritable heart was soaked in a clear spring, and suddenly it was a lot cooler, and he turned his head and saw the gray Daigo.

"It's worthy of everyone's praise of the dream demon, it really makes people feel more happy to have you, although it doesn't solve any practical problems, but I still want to thank you" Leon looked at Daigo, but his mind couldn't help but think, when was Daigo arranged to be by his side?

"I heard Xiu Mass say that you have been fighting with Black Forehead all the way? This is something that has never happened before, you two are recognized as the best partners by everyone, and there has never been any estrangement" Daigo said this, smiling, he had no tears, but his innate kindness allowed him to smile, "If it weren't for the fact that you had a show Moore and were also very close to Hualien and Medusa, everyone would definitely think that you and Black Forehead were a couple" Daigo rarely told a joke, and Leon wanted to cry when he heard this.

"Something did happen, something that made me doubt everything, that made me feel like the world was so fake" Leon stared into Daigo's eyes and said slowly, "I think I'm lost"

When Daigo heard this, he just nodded knowingly, then walked to the edge of the terrace, looked at the false starry sky, and said as if talking to himself:

"When I wandered in the wilderness, I also felt lost, everything around me was full of hostility, whether it was mutant beasts or humans, they wanted to devour me all the time, did you know what I longed for the most? not liberation and revenge" He looked back at Leon, "but longing to return to the boulder, to be exact, to return to my loved ones, everything can be false, everything can be malicious, but you will not, you are the only driving force for my existence, the only hope I can hope for"

Daigo stretched out his slender gray arm and patted Leon on the shoulder,

"This world can be fake, but there is something absolutely real" He looked at Leon with a look in his eyes full of sincerity,

"I don't know if it's real, or if it's just a grain of sand forced into the wheel of history," Leon said gloomily, his spiral tower after a series of analyses put forward this hypothetical concept of its own existence, if as Black Forehead said, he can exist a thousand years later, then what about him now? Is it just a hallucinatory memory?

"I don't think there's anyone more qualified to judge reality or illusion than me," Daigo grabbed Leon's hand and pressed it to his chest, "You can feel my heartbeat even without any of your abilities, right?

"You mean being an organic lifeform?" Leon felt Daigo's heartbeat, which was different from the other war ashes, he had a pulse and a weak body temperature, much lower than normal, but still warm.

"It's not just a living body in a broad sense, it's a heart" Daigo raised his other hand and knocked Leon on the head, "It's emotion, it's soul, this is reality"

"Emotional ......" Leon chewed the word back and forth, thinking about the love, hatred and hatred he had experienced, yes, they were vivid, and every touch made him unforgettable,

"Having emotions is proof of your existence" Daigo said more certainly: "You can love and hate, you are real, even if it is a piece of dead wood, it is also a dead wood with a soul"

Leon pondered these words, and after a few dozen seconds, he began to smile slowly, and he looked at Daigo, feeling that he was beginning to touch the reality of the world.

"Ouch, such a sentimental scene!" Xiu Mass had a face that broke into other people's good deeds, and hid at the door of the terrace with his eyes half-covered, Leon saw it, and suddenly laughed, he found that he was ridiculous, there was such a group of guys around, flesh and blood, affection and righteousness, and he even doubted his own existence, it was so fucking stupid. He felt like a strange little girl for a few days, sentimental, self-pitying lamentation, completely forgetting that there is not much in this world that belongs to him, only the friendship of these guys is his real wealth, as long as they are there, he has not lost anything.

The so-called arrangement, can you arrange a group of people to really love you? The so-called director, can you direct a real love?

"Come here! I can't miss you!" Leon waved his hand, and Xiu Mass came over with a hippie smile, three people, you touch me, I will pinch you, making a fuss like three children. Suddenly, Leon felt that in the corner on the other side of the terrace, someone sighed softly, it was a black forehead. His movements couldn't help but slow down, everyone was there, Locke Dorjee and they would also meet, but what should the black forehead do?

He is the one who is really lost, in that era, what happened to the black forehead that would make him so far away from him?

Seeing Leon stop, Xiu Mass also stopped tossing and turning, and asked very casually: "Boss, when are we going to leave for the Blue Indigo District?" He put his arm on the shoulder of Daigo, who was half a head taller than him, and continued: "You are busy fighting the wild fangs, we are not idle, the topographic map and personnel are in hand, what are the qualities of those dragon riders?

At the mention of the Blue Indigo District and the Dragoon, Leon's eyes couldn't help but light up, this seemed to be a good opportunity to solve the problem,

"Without further ado, ...... tomorrow" Leon was excitedly arranging, but a very calm voice came from a distance:

"Two days" The black forehead came out of the shadows, his face was calm like a piece of wood, and he said repeatedly: "Yes, two days"

Leon looked at the black forehead with some surprise, and didn't understand why he suddenly walked out of the corner to draw a circle to circle himself and set a schedule.

"Why? Who are these two days for? Do you need two days to recover?" he asked unkindly, and Daigo couldn't help frowning slightly, it was this feeling, this incommunicado that made Daigo feel uneasy, as if something big was about to happen, or, it had already happened.

"Here, everyone," Black Forehead said stiffly, turned and left, and Leon did not stop him, and after a long silence, he took a deep breath and said to Mass and Daigo:

"Departing in two days"

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In the whole world, only the bottom of this tower is golden and dotted with a trace of color, but that bit of gold brings only pure energy and flickering light, stirring lust and cruelty, without any life. The spiral tower rotated slowly, and the energy inside overflowed all around, making this barren land abruptly full of vitality that should not exist, but there was nothing to grow.

"I can't let it be barren like this" Leon stood in the spiral tower and looked down on his world, "My world shouldn't be so lifeless" He waved the phantom in the wind, stabbing the tip of the knife deep under the barren hard mud, and then shook into the air, so a large piece of cemented earth was thrown away, as if uncovering one dead crust after another, and soon, Leon saw that the land was no longer lifeless, but emitted the light of life from one pit after another, and he walked over and looked into one of the pits.

"Ah...........h He felt his stomach twitch, something struggled from his inside to break out, and finally he couldn't help but vomit into the pit, but in despair he found that what he vomited out was no longer red blood, but a large stream of black cell mud, which quickly filled the deep pit that was blurred with flesh and blood, but radiated with the brilliance of life.

The world around him was a dead world again......

Leon opened his eyes violently, and he inhaled heavily, making strange noises, like zombies struggling in the catacombs.

He had been awakened by this nightmare countless times, and he couldn't remember how many times, but he quickly calmed himself down, then turned over and sat up, and said calmly:

"What are you doing here? You've found the answer?"

"It's only a part, but it's enough for me" Firebird stepped out of a dark corner, revealing a pale little face, her blue eyes glowing strangely in the darkness, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing an extremely strange smile,

"I think I know who they are"

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PS: Ha, is it a little scary? Is there any?