"...script."
Li Ang looked directly at the other party and said hoarsely: "I want to read the script."
Professor Jun seemed to have guessed that Li Ang would ask this question. He opened the drawer and took out a thick volume of scripts with a huge [8] printed on the cover.
Due to the angle, it looks like it represents the endless ∞ symbol, or a Möbius strip.
Li Ang opened the script, and the title of "Dream Tapir Project" came into view.
First page.
【Danru】
[Interior view, bedroom of an apartment building in the west of Yin City, daytime, modern]
[Duling’s alarm clock rang, and the young man in black cotton pajamas turned over on the bed, groping with his palms on the bedside table, looking for the alarm clock]
Li Ang's eyelids twitched, and the palm of his hand holding the script subconsciously exerted force, and veins popped out on his fingers.
This scene is exactly what happened on the day he went to Tokyo on a business trip.
[The young man dragged his suitcase out of the door and accidentally bumped into a girl passing by in the corridor]
[Li Ang: Uh, sorry]
[Li Ang took a half step back to apologize and recognized the other person as his neighbor who lived next door]
"..."
Li Ang quickly turned the pages of the book,
On the eleventh page, he encountered gun-wielding thugs in a subway car and was forced to awaken to the non-yuan substance.
On page 19, he breaks out of the laboratory and goes to the streets of Tokyo to evade pursuit.
On page 33, he went all the way north and fought against an army of supernatural beings in front of the National Assembly Hall.
Every scene is carefully designed, and the storyboards, characters' lines, and scene selection all have a movie-like quality.
"Every plot has meaning."
Professor Jun said: "Going on a business trip to a foreign country is to break away from the familiar environment, create a sense of loneliness and helplessness, and start the journey;
In the laboratory, overcoming the effects of anesthesia and waking up is to imitate the hero's resurrection from the dead, walking out of the darkness and walking towards the light;
Obtaining help from strangers on the street is an imitation of the mythical story in which the hero receives guidance from the prophet;
Under the influence of Weiyuan material, the protagonist gradually separates from the human body, which symbolizes the peeling off of the weak side of human nature.
Destroying cities and destroying armies symbolizes resistance to authority and building strong self-confidence..."
"Why is there no ending?"
Li Ang interrupted the other party. The plot of the script came to an abrupt end after he built the giant metal tree and did not continue.
"After this episode, I also carried out some activities,"
Li Ang stared at the other party with burning eyes, "Why is it not written in the script?"
"In the first seven attempts to create a hero, the scripts were all complete. But the results were not very good. Li Ang's personality was on the verge of collapse, and hallucinations became more and more frequent and serious.
So the eighth script was improved."
Professor Jun said: "The reason why a hero is a hero is because he has overcome the limitations of self and history, understands, accepts, welcomes, and embraces his own destiny, and can make his own choices at the fork in the road of destiny.
At the end of the plot written in the script, the protagonist has become the most powerful person in the world. There is no place in the world where he can go, and no one or any army can stop him.
He can do anything he wants, a feudal emperor, a slave owner, an idol, a hermit...
He needs to make a choice, decide his relationship with the world, and decide what kind of existence he wants to become as an individual."
"..."
Li Ang let go of the script, and he finally chose to leave the earth, embrace loneliness, and accept his fate, which instead allowed him to wake up.
"The name of the unsubstance is also very interesting."
Professor Jun added: "Not defined, not limited. Because it can absorb light and appear absolutely pure black, it has unparalleled potential. As the script expresses, people are plastic, and the external environment and their own choices
, determines what kind of person a person can become.
The power of will can affect reality."
Buzz buzz——
The sound of propeller blades cutting the air came from outside the window.
The bright searchlight beam swept across the window, and a helicopter slowly landed in the open space next to the flower bed.
"Your parents are here to pick you up."
Professor Jun stood up and motioned to the nurse to open the door to greet him.
After a while, I saw a middle-aged man who was not angry and powerful, and a woman wearing a luxurious crepe knitted dress walking into the study.
They seemed to have just arrived from the dinner party, followed by secretaries and entourage.
Li Ang stood up subconsciously. The man and woman looked exactly like his parents in his impression, but their clothes and temperaments were very different.
"Ang'er, you have suffered."
With tears in her eyes, the woman stepped forward and hugged Li Ang tightly, leaving him a little overwhelmed.
The man waved his fingers and said calmly to the secretary: "Xiao Zhao, write a check to Professor Jun as a thank you gift."
"You two, please wait a moment."
Professor Jun reluctantly moved his eyes away from the large number of zeros on the check, and said to the two of them: "In fact, the treatment process of personality repair has not been completely completed. I still recommend that your young master live in Jushan Sanatorium for a period of rest.
Time, less contact with the outside world..."
"Do you just need a restful environment?"
The man said calmly in a tone of "As long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem": "I will let someone open an area in the manor that is isolated from the outside world. Professor Jun and the staff of the nursing home can live in and take care of me around the clock.
My son’s daily living and remuneration are ten times that of a nursing home.”
"Wait a minute,"
Li Ang gently broke away from the woman's arms, looked directly at his 'father', and said: "I have an independent and complete personality, so you just treat me as your original son?"
"Why not?"
The man said calmly: "I am always aware of the progress of this plan. You in each generation's script have the same childhood memories as in reality. You grew up in the care of your parents and have the same interests, worldview, values, and outlook on life.
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To us, you are our son—just a few years older."
...really open-minded.
Li Ang turned to Professor Jun and said, "Last question, I heard a female voice calling me Young Master in my dream. How can I explain this?"
"Ang'er, are you talking about Cuiqiao?"
The woman hesitated and said: "She is your maid and is responsible for taking care of your daily life. Because the doctor said that you should be away from your familiar environment as much as possible during the treatment, so he didn't let her come with you."
"Maybe it's your subconscious whispering."
Professor Jun said: "This time the dream is much longer than before, and in order to increase the sense of reality, many character prototypes in the script are derived from reality, such as your classmates, friends, and even some people who have a close relationship.<
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Some fluctuations are normal."
Really, is this normal?
Li Ang raised his palm and shook it gently. The touch on his palm was extremely real.
This world has loving parents, a comfortable environment, and there are no supernatural beings, ghosts or gods that can threaten life.
But...
"I still don't believe it."
Li Ang rushed to the front of the desk, picked up a large stapler, and pressed it against the edge of the palm of his left hand.
"Ang'er, what do you want to do?"
The woman was shocked, and Professor Jun, the entourage and the caregivers also looked nervous, fearing that Li Ang would do something to hurt her.
"Verify something."
Li Ang slowly backed away and raised his palms as a threat to prevent the caregivers from coming forward. "If even such a real dream is false, how can it prove that the environment I am in now is real?
The power of will can affect reality."
After saying that, he pressed his left hand on the window sill, clenched his right fist and swung it down hard, hitting the stapler.
Card!
The staples were driven deeply into the flesh, and the pain pierced my mind.
Blood gushes out.
Black blood.
"Did you see it?"
Li Ang bit the staple with his teeth and pulled it out. While pointing the stapler at his neck, he calmly showed the blood flow to everyone, "Black blood. In other words, there is indeed the existence of non-element matter."
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"What did you see? Li Ang, calm down first and put down the stapler!"
Professor Jun picked up the square mirror on the table and pointed it at Li Ang, "Look for yourself, it's obviously red blood, you're in too deep!"
Li Ang's mother also hurriedly took out her mobile phone, pointed it at Li Ang and took a few photos, then turned over the phone and said, "Ang'er, look, the blood is red."
Both the mirror and the screen of the mobile phone showed that red blood was flowing from Li Ang's wound.
"Still lying to me."
Li Ang shook his head and said firmly: "I am still hallucinating."
"We didn't lie to you!"
Professor Jun shouted: "You subconsciously know that if you accept the current situation and consolidate your personality, the hallucination symptoms will gradually subside until they disappear completely.
Some parts of your subconscious don't want this, so they create visions and change the color of blood.
It makes you think that the hallucination is still going on."
"Lying."
Li Ang held his breath and concentrated, with veins popping up on his forehead, trying desperately to drive his thoughts.
The dark blood flowing out of the wound on his palm really began to flow back as he imagined, covering the palm and forming a black glove.
He raised his palm and asked calmly: "Is this also a vision?"
"Leon, can you put down the stapler first?"
Professor Jun looked a little pale and said in a deep voice: "From our perspective, you are just showing off your bleeding palms.
This is real, not an illusion.
Can you help us and yourself?"
"Help? That's right. In this world, if I continue to be 'paranoid' and hurt myself,
It will be considered as an unqualified personality and needs to be ‘reinvented’ again.
Create the No. 9 Li Ang, right?"
Li Ang tensed the palm of his left hand hard, exerting all his will to control the black blood to twist and deform, changing into the shape of a hand crossbow.
"This time, you should have seen it, right?"
"What do you see? Ang'er, we can't see anything!"
Li Ang's mother screamed anxiously. In the mirror, it was indeed him who was making pistol gestures with the palm of his left hand that was bleeding continuously.
"The last world was fake, this world is fake, it's all fake."
Li Ang held the stapler in his right hand, pointed it at his neck, and said calmly: "The last world deliberately gave me powerful power and hoped that I would be addicted to it.
If I am not tempted and out of control, I will create a new world of matryoshka dolls.
No, to be precise, this world is the ultimate trap - the existence of Jushan Sanatorium perfectly explains the whole story.
I am a carefree young master from a wealthy family, with wealthy parents, a considerate little maid, and a promising and prosperous life waiting for me.
I only need to do one thing - accept the fact that [I once woke up in a fantasy world, and this is the real world].
If you don't accept it, you will be humanely destroyed and rebuilt.
Haha, the man behind the design of all this is very smart and has a deep understanding of human nature. He designed two or even more illusions just to kill my will. I will not let him get his wish..."
As Li Ang spoke, he pushed the window of the study room with his elbow. From here to the ground, it was four stories high.
"Ang'er, what are you going to do? Don't do anything stupid!"
Li Ang's mother was so frightened that she raised her voice several times, and the caregivers and attendants were also ready to move, ready to pounce to stop him at any time.
"This is really reality!"
Professor Jun urged: "If you don't believe it, how about taking a helicopter and flying around in the sky? Look at the bustling cities and the real people.
Dreams can’t simulate that much.”
"Isn't the last world very real?"
Li Ang asked back: "No matter who created the illusion to trap me, he is very powerful and can even simulate an entire world easily."
"To take a step back, suppose there really is something out there, be it gods, Buddha, or even aliens! Maybe they designed to trap you for your own good?"
Leon's mother begged and said: "Just like "The Matrix", maybe when you wake up from the 'illusion', you face a worse reality? Maybe sinking into the illusion itself is what you want?"
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"..."
Li Ang was silent for a moment. This possibility does exist. Assuming that he is in a brain in a vat, what existence would consume a lot of resources for this just to indulge himself in the illusion?
"Ang'er, this is your home phone, it's been connected."
Li Ang's father, who had been silent since just now and clicked on his phone, showed the phone screen to Li Ang and said, "That's Chai Cuiqiao on the other end of the phone. She wants to talk to you."
The external play button was turned on, and the familiar female voice came from the phone microphone.
"Hello? Is this Master Li Ang?"
"...Yes."
"Master, are you discharged from the hospital? It's great. I know that good people have their own destiny! Huhuhu, when will you come back? I'll cook for you. Oh, in fact, during this period, I will cook for you every night before going to bed.
I will all pray to God to bless you and keep you safe..."
A clear female voice rang out on the phone,
Li Ang subconsciously smiled happily, and many fragmented memories appeared in his mind.
The phone conversation lasted for a long time before the other end finally hung up.
Li Ang's father put away his mobile phone and said in a deep voice: "Did you see it? There are many people in this world who love you and care about you, so don't do stupid things."
"It's great, such a life..."
Li Ang spoke in a complicated tone, silently retracting one leg that stepped out of the window sill, and throwing the stapler out of the window.
Parents, entourage, doctors, and caregivers, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, the next second, Li Ang raised the "hand crossbow" made of non-yuan material and aimed it at his temple.
"It's a pity, I still want to know the truth."
Li Ang whispered: "Why did the last world end when I was about to completely merge with Weiyuan matter?
Why am I the only one in this world who can see non-substance?
Maybe the god who created multiple illusions didn't deliberately keep such a thing, but he couldn't change it and delete the existence of the non-substance..."
"Leon, I don't care what you saw in your hallucination, right now you are pointing the metal bolt of the window at your temple."
Professor Jun was afraid of irritating Li Ang, so he said slowly: "This is the real world, down to earth, the real world."
Li Ang said calmly: "Professor Jun."
"What's wrong?"
"The characters in dreams often come from reality. Maybe in real reality, I know you too,"
Li Ang smiled slightly, pressed his fingers little by little, pressed the trigger of the crossbow, and let the tip of the crossbow pierce the skin of his temple, "When you wake up again, it may be a battlefield filled with artillery fire;
Maybe it will be a distant and lonely galaxy;
Maybe it will be a tragic and desperate doomsday;
No matter what, I will embrace the truth, even if the truth may not be what I want.
See you in the new world."
Bang!
Penetrating the skull,
This chapter has been completed!