Feng Qinglang had no intention of playing an important passer-by in the other party's life, and he was drunk, so he returned to his original state, and had a drink with the steward, and said with a smile: "I want to go up and have fun." ”

The steward has a difficult face, forcibly destroying the rules of the game in a place, it will cause criticism, just about to say that he will find a way to try, so that tonight in addition to the lottery, there is an extra place for Wen Ruyu to play, who knows that the illusionist on the stage has closed his eyes, reached through the seemingly sealed glass, drew the first lucky number, he read aloud: "Seven 06"

At the same time, Feng Qinglang proudly shook the wooden mat of his wine glass, and it was No. 706 on it

Amidst the loud cheers and disgruntled boos all around, the steward felt that the alcohol was evaporating faster, and how did this guy do it after such a distance? Could it be that the illusionist could still control the space in reality? Or did Wen Ruyu and the illusionist on the stage already know each other?

At this time, a staff member stepped forward to invite Feng Qinglang to come to the stage, he patted the steward on the shoulder, and chuckled: "Steward Luye, I'll go play for a while, remember to send the bill settled here to the Bi family." ”

When the illusionist, Unge, led the two lucky winners to the fourth floor of the bar, the noise below faded away, and when he stepped into his private luxury studio, the door was closed again, and the sound of passion was finally completely shut out.

Unge warmly introduced to the two of them: "Your Excellency, this is the origin of my studio's strange and strong fantasy. ”

Taking this opportunity, he secretly observed the two lucky viewers, secretly surprised in his heart, compared to the usual lucky viewers who wrote curiosity all over their eyes, these two people were too calm, the man didn't look at the colorful illusion light balls at a glance, and he was indifferent to the fierce beasts on the mural that seemed to come to life, walking around the jungle and staring at them, but looked at a few illusion formulas on the blackboard in the corner, and looked at them twice.

And the girl with thick smoky makeup touched the chin of the skeleton model that greeted people loudly when they entered the door, as if teasing a real man, and asked with a smile: "This is the voice of a parrot, isn't it? Why can't you see a parrot? Could it be some kind of necromancy that locks the soul of a parrot into this skeleton shelf?"

Unge felt that his head was starting to grow a little, and tried his best to keep smiling, "Beautiful young lady, that's just a small illusion. ”

The girl scoffed and said, "The answer is not what you asked"

Ang Ge said in his heart, it was a thing left by the previous resident illusionist, and Lao Tzu didn't know how it worked

Instead, Feng Qinglang responded: "It's just a mechanical synthesis sound, it's an ancient magic weapon, but the principle is very simple, so it's not worth much."

The girl looked at Feng Qinglang with interest, but this kind of interested gaze was similar to the look she had at the skeleton before, and she smiled: "Yo, now I found out that you are very good-looking, are you here for a one-night stand?"

Such a straightforward question made Feng Qinglang laugh and said, "If I said that I came to see the performance, wouldn't it be too hypocritical?" He also looked at the girl twice, because of the smoky makeup, he couldn't distinguish her original color, but he could still judge that she was very young, but her figure was already convex and backward, which was enough to ⊥ most men to have some associations.

The girl haha smiled: "It seems that we have the same goal, why don't we find a place to discuss it later?"

The straightforwardness of "......" made Feng Qinglang a little speechless.

The girl didn't let him go, and continued: "But I see you're very drunk, can you do it?"

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly: "... I'm glad I didn't hear you say that when I drank water. ”

“haha......”

Unge only felt that he was innocently left aside, and the usual lucky audience didn't dare to penetrate the atmosphere when they came in, and regarded an illusionist's laboratory as a sacred place, and these two were good and hooked up directly.

He had to clear his throat, clapped his palms gently, and was about to try to seize the initiative, but the girl preemptively said: "You don't look good, and the show you perform is so-so, I'm not interested in you."

Ang Ge said angrily in his heart, the ghost needs you to be interested in me?

Feng Qinglang came with a strong interest, so he said, "Your Excellency, blank memory is a great subject, when did you start researching it?"

Speaking of the field he is good at, Ange's waist couldn't help but straighten a little, and said: "In fact, each of us, in the depths of our subconscious, has the habit of writing a diary. Sometimes, some drawers are damaged, which means that you will gradually forget about a certain day or something...... If a drawer is completely broken, it becomes a blank memory at a certain point in life."

Because he was an expert, Feng Qinglang immediately judged that the other party had indeed conducted research on this small field, and he couldn't help asking: "Could there be some specific circumstances that cause an extra drawer to appear out of thin air?"

Ange thought about it very seriously for a while, and then said: "In the shijie of memory, there will never be a 'out of thin air, the word, if there is really an extra drawer in the memory shijie, it must be that it once existed...... The owner of the memory shijie was stimulated by something, or experienced some big changes, that caused the drawer to disappear and come back...... Of course, it's also possible that the drawer is back, maybe not in its original location, and that doesn't necessarily ......"

He felt that he was talking a little complicated, and he couldn't help but look at Feng Qinglang, but he saw that the other party showed a thoughtful look, obviously completely understanding what he was saying.

The girl said, "If, according to your theory, what is the situation of a mentally ill person with paranoia?

Her eyes blinked mischievously, and her expression was full of ridicule when she looked at Unge.

Unge replied earnestly: "All imaginary memories are real drawers for them. But once it collides with their real memory, there is a contradiction, and the human spiritual sea will automatically adjust, it may be that the drawer of the real memory is broken, or temporarily hidden, or it may be that part of the drawer of the imaginary memory is broken, or temporarily hidden......"

He felt that he had been stirred up by these two particularly fortunate viewers, so he came to a painting in which a small wine cabinet was not very lifelike, but he reached into the painting and took out a bottle of low-alcohol wine and three glasses.

He poured a glass for each of them and continued: "I have come into contact with such a case, that is, about a patient with paranoia, he remembers that the drawer in shijie has long been messy, which is caused by his previous irresponsible doctor, but his basic logic shijie is still quite clear, so it has become a special case. In his shijie, there are a large number of fictional characters, including his most haode friend, his wife, and his cute and well-behaved daughter......"

"But in reality, he was just a bachelor, a loner with no friends at all

Unge handed the wine to his two guests, clinked glasses gently, took a sip of the wine, and said bitterly: "The most terrible thing for them is not that their loved ones and best friends look back at the depths of the stars, but that they never existed."