Chatting with a psychopath is a masochistic process.
Because the other party will bring your cognitive level to the same starting line as him, and then use his rich experience to defeat you.
Victor feels like this now. He feels that he can no longer communicate normally with the old man. If he continues, he may go crazy himself.
At one moment he said that his memories were actually dreams, at another moment he felt that they were all real, but there was no parallel world...
Or explain what is a logical trap?
It’s outrageous. If there was no logic, would this world be normal? Will the “effect” appear first, and then the “cause”?
baffling.
Victor finally gave up the discussion with the old man and returned to his original view, believing that the current situation was not real and not thinking about parallel worlds.
He has fallen into some kind of illusion or strange realm not once or twice. It can be said that he has full experience.
To sum up, Victor felt that this kind of false thing would definitely have flaws, just like in the dream created by Amanda, there would be many unreasonable places.
Lying on the hospital bed for several days, Victor's range of activities was limited to such a small room. If he wanted to find the flaws in this illusion, he would definitely have to go out more and explore the boundaries of illusion as much as possible.
However, the current situation is that he doesn't even know what it is like outside the ward.
At this moment, Victor suddenly realized that his injured leg seemed...unconscious?
…
Soon after, the doctor from the hospital came over for review and gave a conclusion that shocked Victor.
"We have tried our best, Mr. Huang, but there is still no way to save your leg. I'm sorry..."
Like a bolt from the blue, Victor's mind buzzed, and his consciousness was completely emptied for a short period of time, and no sound from the outside world could be heard.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that all this was not a dream or a mishearing.
He needs an amputation!
His leg needs to be cut off, otherwise... the necrotic tissue will affect his entire lower body!
After the medical team left, the ward was deathly silent.
The lady was discharged from the hospital today, and the other patients also left not long ago. Now only Victor and the old man next door are left in this ward.
After hearing the bad news, the old man in the next bed didn't even say a word to Victor.
Both parties were silent, as if no one was living in the room at all.
I don’t know how long it took, but the old man suddenly coughed.
"Ahem... I said... Young man, you should sign it. After all, if you lose a leg, you can save your life. Even if you have a cane, you can still live the rest of your life well, right?"
Victor ignored him.
The old man was left indifferent for a few minutes, and then continued: "Our community there has employment support for disabled people. I can introduce you to work there. It's not tiring... but the salary is lower..."
Plop!
Before he could finish his words, the bed next door shook violently and something fell to the ground.
The old man was startled and quickly opened the curtain. As a result, he saw Victor crawling on the ground, tearing off his own sling bottle, and crawling out of the ward door.
"Oh, you young man, what on earth are you...Oh, why are you so hard to think about?"
The old man got off the bed and reached out to take off his sling bottle, but he couldn't free his hands to help him.
Moreover, Victor didn't seem to want him to help him.
"Sorry, I'm not going to let them cut off my legs."
His voice sounded laborious, and it was obvious that he had difficulty adapting to walking with only one leg, so he could only crawl slowly on the ground.
Although Victor insists on believing, these are all false.
But when the bad news from the hospital came, he was still a little panicked.
What if...this world is really real?
Does he really want to become a cripple and spend the rest of his life?
Inexplicable fear suddenly surged into Victor's heart, which turned his persistence into paranoia and obsession.
He turned that hope into the last life-saving straw. He could only go out and go further to prove the falseness of this world in order to recover everything he had lost!
The old man was busy there, and Victor felt very tired as soon as he climbed to the door.
It was impossible for him to crawl out of the hospital in this state.
There was no feeling at all in that leg, and even his lower body became numb.
The fear became more and more real. Victor was afraid that he would become paralyzed, and a feeling of anger quietly emerged.
"No...I don't accept..."
In the past, Huang Yi was a young company employee with a stable and orderly life, free from illness and disaster, and young and active.
Later, he became Victor. Although he suffered some hardships in the early days of time travel, fortunately, he turned his luck and gained a certain social status. He can be considered to have successfully integrated into that world.
Even though he only has less than ten years left in his life, in a world full of invisible arts, there is no solution at all.
The first two periods of life were real, profound and hopeful for Victor.
But this period of "life" is false, cruel, and even desperate...
He has no relatives, no lover, no work and life, and now he has lost his limbs and become disabled, completely cutting off his future... It is as if he is being forced to accept a life of suffering.
Of course he didn't want to accept it.
Who designed all this and played with his life and emotions?
"Leave me alone..." he said to the old man behind him, "Even if I can only move one finger, I will crawl out and climb to the end of the world!"
Faced with his perseverance and persistence, the old man stopped persuading him and stood there, looking at him quietly.
When Victor happened to touch the ground outside the ward, the old man behind him suddenly spoke.
"Are you really leaving? If you walk out of this door, you only have ten years to live..."
These words flowed through Victor's body like an electric current, causing him to tremble and freeze at the door of the ward.
He turned around with difficulty and looked behind him, but there was no one there.
old man...
Disappeared?
After taking a deep breath, Victor turned his face back again, a wave of heat hit him, yellow sand hit his face, a dry cough was unbearable in his throat, and the rays of the "scorching sun" made his whole body scorched and uncomfortable.
He felt tight in his chest, coughed non-stop, and coughed up a lot of sand.
Standing up, Victor's eyes were blinded by the dazzling "sunlight", but he was surprised to find that his legs were healed?
No, that's not right, his legs had never been injured, and he was wearing exactly what he was wearing when he boarded the ship.
He touched his chin. Although there was no mirror, Victor still knew that he was still himself and there was no parallel world.
"Just now... those... are... indeed... fake..."
He was talking to himself, but he felt very uncomfortable in his throat and desperately longed for fresh water.
But the surroundings were all sandy. There was no hospital at all, not even ruins.
He seemed to wake up from a strange dream, but why was he stuck in the desert again?