The man slapped Lu Zeyu in the face. The powerful force made Lu Zeyu fly out, and his eyes were filled with darkness.
When Lu Zeyu opened his eyes again, he came to a medical room. The doctor looked at Lu Zeyu who had regained consciousness and made his own conclusion.
"He is fine and can work. But you have to recognize the reality and keep saying that this world is fake."
As the doctor left, a handsome man walked into the ward.
Carefully cleaning the messy ward, he babbled to Su Cheng while cleaning:
"You young people just like to fool around and are full of energy, just like my stupid disciple who loved to run around like a monkey every day. When I was the high priest..."
The man seemed to have endless things to say, and he never stopped from the moment he entered the house until the house was cleaned.
He picked up a chair and sat next to Lu Zeyu, peeling an apple in his hand, and continued to talk about the world that no one had ever heard of.
"We have a festival every month. During that festival, everyone will appreciate the natural scenery. At the party, everyone will record the scenery they get."
"We only grow two kinds of flowers there. One kind of scenery, and people are always looking for another kind of scenery. One kind is purple flowers that can be found anywhere in the world, but the other kind of flowers can only be found in one place."
"where?"
Hearing this, the man was a little surprised, but he still smiled and continued:
"In the execution ground, special flowers can only be cultivated with the blood of sinners. It is a kind of beauty that cannot be described in words, beautiful and dangerous..."
Lu Zeyu swallowed the apple handed over by the man with big mouthfuls. He was so hungry that he didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He only knew that he was very hungry.
"Once upon a time, my stupid apprentice also devoured food like you. He was still very young when I picked him up."
Facing the man who was reminiscing about the past, Lu Zeyu just continued to ask:
"Are you here to persuade me too?"
The man ignored the inquiry and continued to talk to himself:
"By the way, you still don't know my name after chatting for so long. According to the name of this world, my name should be Kong Kaen."
Facing Kong Jing's self-introduction, Lu Zeyu asked his second question.
"Do you think this world is real? Or is your world real?"
Faced with this problem, Khon Kaen was very surprised.
"Why do you think that? Why can't both worlds be true?"
"I was terminally ill before I came here. When I opened my eyes again, I had a healthy body and a new life. I would like to believe that both sides are true."
Upon hearing this answer, Lu Zeyu looked at the ceiling with empty eyes and replied without emotion:
"But I remember very clearly that I am not here at all, I am in an apartment building, and my friends are all waiting for my rescue..."
By the end, I was crying.
He felt a pair of warm hands covering the top of his head, stroking it gently.
"Kid, it's okay. Whether it's fake or not, enjoying life is real."
After saying that, Kong Jing turned around and left.
"So, are you really traveling through time or are you really mentally ill?"
"Is that important? I just want to live the present moment. What matters is whether the time traveler or the mentally ill person is a person. It's just an experience. There's nothing wrong with giving it up. Get better. Your family still needs you."
"Yes, my relatives are still waiting for me."
After hearing these words, Kong Jing's mouth curled up slightly, as if he was happy that Lu Zeyu had let go of his worries. The next moment, Kong Jing's eyes widened instantly, and he stabbed his chest with a fruit knife, and bright red blood poured out of his chest. .
"In the other world, I'm afraid you are Xiaobai, or Kong Jing. Now that something like this has happened, I'm afraid I have found the script."
Kong Jing's pupils returned to their original state and he smiled and said:
"Now that you found out, let's write the next script!"
"Is there anyone waiting for the bus so late?"
"There won't be any buses at this time."
"Why does my back feel so cold? Let's go back quickly."
"Hahahaha, coward."
Next to the dilapidated bus station on the outskirts of the city, several young people walked quickly and laughed.
"I don't want to wait here for the bus either!"
Lu Zeyu let out a mournful cry and waited anxiously for the arrival of the car.
The cold midnight wind blew gently, and Lu Zeyu couldn't help but shiver.
Just yesterday, his girlfriend, whom he had lost contact with for half a month, finally sent him a message yesterday.
"Zeyu, there will be a bus at the bus stop where we met at ten o'clock tomorrow night. You must take it to the terminal. I want to see you."
Bailu told me before that she was very timid and would never take a bus alone in the middle of the night, so how could she raise this question.
I don’t know why I always feel like this episode happened before.
The moment he saw the news, a feeling of irritability crept into Lu Zeyu's mind involuntarily.
He tried to contact me again, but there was no response, and the number he dialed was busy.
As time goes by, the appointed time is getting closer and closer.
There was no choice but to come here an hour early as agreed.
Under the dim street light, cold sweat had soaked Lu Zeyu's back.
Facing the upcoming unknown, I swallowed my saliva and continued to wait for the bus to arrive.
As the time on the phone jumped, a bus slowly drove into the bus stop.
Through the dim light, it can be seen that this bus is an obsolete bus, with faded advertisements attached to the dilapidated body.
"Hey, there are still people riding in the car so late!"
The sudden sound startled Lu Zeyu. A middle-aged man sat in the driver's seat and looked at him in surprise.
"Yeah, I didn't expect it to be so late and there are buses here."
After hearing this, the driver just said calmly:
"Yes, we have this trip every day. No one knows why, but this trip will cost more. Whoever makes money makes it and who doesn't like it."
Before Lu Zeyu could continue to speak, the driver continued to ask:
"Young man, where are you?"
"Master, I'm at the terminal."
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll go down for a while."
Lu Zeyu sat in his seat and stared out the window blankly, his thoughts already occupied by the upcoming unknown.
"Young man, sit still and let's go."
With a gentle hum, the old car slowly started and left this dilapidated bus station.
A figure ran wildly behind the car, trying to catch up with the bus.
"That's weird. Besides me, there's someone else taking this car who hasn't caught up yet?"
"Master, master, there is someone behind you."
The only sound that responded to him was the sound of a moving car, and he simply stopped talking.
"Hey, hey, hey, the car... the car... he started moving by himself! There are people on top!"
"He can still turn corners? Call the police quickly.
