".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 script with a huge [8] printed on the cover.

Because of the angle, it looks like it represents the endless ∞ symbol, or a Möbius strip.

Li Ang opened the script and the title "Dream Tapir Project" came into view.

First page.

【fade in】

[Interior view, bedroom of an apartment building in the west of Yin City, daytime, modern]

[The beeping 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 holding the script subconsciously exerted force, causing veins on his fingers to bulge.

This scene was exactly the scene 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 unsubstantial 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 superpowers 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, waking up after overcoming the effects of anesthetics is to imitate the hero's resurrection from the dead, walking out of the darkness and walking towards the light;

Receiving help from strangers on the street imitates 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 wood 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 severe.

So the script for the eighth time was improved."

Professor Jun said: "The reason why a hero is a hero is because he overcomes the limitations of himself 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 in full name, and 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 non-substance 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 but very imposing, 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 the secretary 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 are suffering."

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 and 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 moment,"

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.

.

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.

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.

In this world, you have parents who love you, a comfortable environment, and there are no supernatural beings, ghosts or gods that can threaten your 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 attendants and the caregivers also looked nervous, fearing that Li Ang would do something to hurt her.

"Verify something."

Li Ang slowly backed away, raising 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.

Click!

The staples were driven deeply into the flesh, and the pain pierced his mind.

Blood gushes out.

black blood.
To be continued...