My father is still the same as he remembers. He left his workplace many years ago and went into business. He worked in many industries but failed to make much money. He finally stabilized by opening a private gas station.
Li Liang remembers that when he was a child, his father was very strict. As he grew up and started working, his father became more and more easy-going, and was even willing to sit down and chat with him about business matters.
After Li Shuang fell ill, his father originally planned to exchange his kidney for Li Shuang, but he stopped him. His father was old, how could a son let his father take risks?
too long.
How many times had he woke up in the small bed at the Mesai Bionic Pet Hospital, and the remaining dreams brought him back to his childhood, as if his father would push open the door and call him to get up in the next second.
There were so many things he wanted to say, but they all stuck in his throat, making it difficult to breathe.
However, the next moment, his father calmly said: "I am not your father, son, I am Dodo Disal."
Li Liang was stunned for a moment, and everything in his field of vision immediately became cracked and shattered like a mirror.
"Relax...Li Liang...this is your dream...believe in yourself, you can control it..." "Father"'s voice came intermittently.
Dreamland.
Yes, I fell asleep, this is my dream...
Hiss——hu————
Li Liang took a deep breath while trembling, and then exhaled for a long time. The cracks around him gradually closed and recovered.
Until everything returned to normal, he stared at his "father" and asked hissingly: "Why do you want to become like my father?"
"Whenever I enter a living being's dream, the image he trusts most will always appear, because this is the depth of your subconscious mind, and only the person you trust most can appear here."
Li Liang looked around the living room: "Why are you here?"
"This is one of the most important scenes in your memory. What happens in these scenes changes your life. So, you should not ask me, but you should ask yourself, why here?"
"Why……"
Li Liang slowly stroked the back of the sofa and suddenly remembered something. He turned around and walked up the steps to the second floor. After a while, he came to the door of a room.
The door was ajar, and he looked through the crack in the door. He saw a woman in a wedding dress sitting sideways in front of the mirror. There were many women surrounding her. Some were applying makeup to her with small brushes, and some were holding the wedding dress for her. He kept talking on the phone and dancing.
The woman was in a daze, holding a bouquet of flowers in her right hand and placing it on her lap, letting the makeup artist apply powder on her face.
For a moment, the woman seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned her head to look. Then she smiled, stuck out her tongue, pointed her finger at him, pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose playfully.
The women standing around her looked over at the same time and laughed together.
is her?
His "wife", Candy Putnam, is...Zero One!
Li Liang opened the door suddenly, but there was nothing in the room, as if what he saw just now was just an illusion.
"You have lost part of your memory," "Father"'s voice sounded from behind.
Li Liang rubbed his forehead vigorously: "Yes, I can't remember."
"Memories can be erased, but important information will always remain in the subconscious. If you can't remember it, it means this room is not the key."
Li Liang turned around and rushed out of the room, stumbling around to search the villa. He pushed open the door of each room, but found nothing inside.
Not here, not here, not here...
Finally, he walked out of the villa and walked along the side of the swimming pool. When he turned into the side yard, he felt a familiar feeling in his heart.
here?
He stepped on the stone path and moved forward step by step. The moment he entered the backyard, a light rain suddenly started falling in the night sky. He stretched out his hand to catch the cold rain and turned his head to look.
There were many people standing on the lawn in the backyard, each wearing a black suit, with a white flower on his chest, and holding a black umbrella.
Li Liang walked over in despair.
Everyone turned to him with expressions full of sadness and grief.
He passed through the crowd, and in front of him were two grave pits made of stone bricks. Ling Yi, covered in blood, was lying in the pit on the left. His father's chest was full of blood, lying in the pit on the right. They looked calm. It's like falling asleep.
He heard himself laughing and saying, "I want the whole world to be buried with them."
A hand pressed on his shoulder.
The moment he turned his head, the late night turned into a sunny afternoon. Twelve people in black suits stood in a row, both men and women, of different heights. The one holding his shoulders was Billy.
Billy had a determined expression and said in a low voice: "The countdown has begun, we should go."
He turned back and saw that the open grave pit had been filled in and covered with marble. Flowers were placed in front of the two erected tombstones.
Standing up, he gently patted the tombstone and said with a smile: "In a while, I will light up the whole world for you."
boom!
There was a loud noise, and a big hole exploded in the tomb on the right, and "Father" stood up.
Li Liang was in a daze and found that Billy and the twelve people in black suits had disappeared.
"This is it," "Father" said with a serious expression, "But... I have a feeling that someone has tampered with your subconscious and covered up certain truths."
"Tampering?" Li Liang murmured before he could recover from the scene just now.
"Yes, I'm afraid only gods can do this," "Father" frowned, "Let's move on to the next important scene."
Li Liang blinked, raised his right hand, and found that he was holding a revolver in his hand, and there was a corpse pit in front of him.
He looked around.
This is... a weapons base?
Different from the weapons base in memory, there are no egg-shaped weapons on the huge shelves lined up to the top. They are empty.
He turned around and walked along the aisle between the shelves for a few minutes, arriving at the central area. The shelves were still arranged in a radial pattern around this area.
He suddenly forgot that this was a dream, and instinctively sat down in front of the table, put the revolver into the third drawer on the right, and then sorted the documents randomly thrown on the table page by page and placed them in the upper right corner. , was in a daze for a while, then opened the second drawer, took out two empty medicines, shook them, sighed, and threw them back into the drawer.
After a while, he raised his hand and glanced at his watch.
3:15 p.m.
"Five minutes more," he said to himself, took out the revolver again, stood up, walked to the side of the table, fiddled with a camera, then sat down on the chair opposite the camera and waited quietly.
A few minutes later.
Severe pain suddenly overwhelmed his consciousness, as if countless bugs were trying to get out of his head. The bug teeth had bitten through his skull and were tearing his scalp from the inside.
The endless noise was deafening, like a hundred thousand people screaming in his ears.
In an instant, he fell to the ground, holding his head and arching into a shrimp. Every inch of his muscles was spasming, and every piece of skin was burned. He howled in pain, like a living beast on the fire.
Finally, he raised the pistol and pointed it at his temple. His tongue had been bitten and blood was pouring out of his mouth, but a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
drop--
The camera beeps and automatic recording starts.
He slowly put down the gun, climbed onto the chair twitchingly, slumped on the back of the chair, stared at the camera, laughed maniacally, and his voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like a human voice:
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
As the day draws to an end, the old age should still burn and roar,
Rage, rebuke, rebuke the disappearance of the light..."
The moment he read this poem, all the pain disappeared, as if it had never happened. In a daze, there was still a crazy smile on his face. He stood up, walked closer to the camera and took a look at it.
"No, not here," a voice suddenly said.
Li Liang raised his eyes and saw "Billy" standing in the darkness.
"Mr. Desal?"
"It's me," "Billy" walked closer and looked around, "There are still signs of tampering."
"Mr. Disal, I just..." Li Liang remembered that what he had just experienced was exactly what was in the video.
"Forced closed loop," "Billy" sighed, "a crude closed loop method with an infinitely close success rate. Someone has used your body to conduct inhumane and evil experiments, just like..."
Li Liang said in a low voice: "Just like what the goblin is doing?"
"No..." "Billy" looked at him with pity, "You did not have the magic talisman array of Machisas as a buffer, and you directly withstood the impact of billions of chaotic consciousnesses. The pain you suffered far exceeded the neurological structure of intelligent creatures. The limit of what it can carry.”
"How did I survive?"
"That's the problem, you can't survive," "Billy" said slowly, "Let's go to earlier subconscious scenes and take a look at the... past that is easily ignored."
