MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 593 authenticity

  Chapter 593 Authenticity

  “.Script.”

   Li Ang stared at the other party, and said hoarsely, "I want to read the script."

  Professor Jun seemed to have guessed that Li Ang would ask such a question, 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 an endless ∞ symbol, or a Möbius ring.

   Li Ang opened the script, and the title of "Nightmare Project" came into view.

First page.

  【Fade in】

  【Interior scene, the 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, fumbling with his palms on the bedside table, looking for the alarm clock】

   Li Ang's eyelids twitched violently, and the palm of his hand holding the script subconsciously exerted force, causing the veins in his fingers to bulge.

   This picture is exactly the scene on the day he went to Tokyo on a business trip.

  【The young man dragged his suitcase out the door and accidentally bumped into a girl passing by in the corridor】

  【Li Ang: Uh, sorry】

  【Li Ang took half a step back to apologize, and recognized that the other party was his neighbor who lived next door to him】

  “.”

   Li Ang quickly flipped the pages of the book,

   On the eleventh page, I encountered gunmen in the subway car and was forced to awaken Weiyuan matter.

   On page nineteen, he escaped from the laboratory and came to the streets of Tokyo to avoid being hunted down.

  Page 33, I went all the way north, and fought against the legion of supernatural beings in front of the National Assembly Hall.

  Every scene is carefully designed. The storyboard of the screen, the lines of the characters, and the selection of the scene all have a movie-like texture.

   "All plots make sense."

  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 influence of anesthesia is to imitate the resurrection of a hero from the dead, walking out of the darkness and stepping into the light;

   Obtained help from strangers on the street, imitating the fairy tales in which the hero is guided by the prophet;

  Under the influence of the Weiyuan material, the protagonist is separated from the human body step by step, which symbolizes the stripping of the weak side of human nature.

   Destroying the city and destroying the army symbolizes resistance to authority and building a strong self-confidence.”

   "Why no ending?"

   Li Ang interrupted the other party. The plot of the script stopped abruptly after he built the metal giant and did not continue.

   “After this episode, I also had some activities,”

   Li Ang stared at the other party with burning eyes, "Why isn't it written in the script?"

  "In the first seven attempts to create a hero, the scripts were complete. But the results were not very good. Li Ang's personality was on the verge of collapse, and hallucinations appeared more and more frequently and seriously.

  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 himself and history, understands, accepts, welcomes, and embraces his own destiny, and can make his own choice at the fork in the destiny.

  At the end of the plot written in the script, the protagonist has become the strongest supernatural being in the world. The world is so big that he can go anywhere, and no one or any army can stop him.

  He can do whatever he wants, feudal emperor, slave owner, full name idol, hermit.

  He needs to make a choice, decide his relationship with the world, and decide what kind of existence he wants to be as an individual. "

  “.”

  Li Ang let go of the script, he finally chose to leave the earth, embrace loneliness, and accept fate, which instead allowed him to wake up,

   "Including the name of the Weiyuan substance is also very interesting."

Professor Jun added: "Undefined and unrestricted. Because it can absorb light and present absolute blackness, it has unparalleled potential. As the script expresses, people are plastic, 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,

  Bright searchlight beams swept across the window, and a helicopter slowly landed on the open space beside the flower bed.

   "Your parents are here to pick you up."

  Professor Jun stood up and motioned for the nurse to open the door to greet him.

   After a while, I saw a middle-aged man who was calm and imposing, and a woman in a luxurious crepe knitted dress entered the study.

  They seemed to have just rushed over from the dinner party, followed by the secretary and entourage.

   Li Ang stood up subconsciously. This couple looked exactly like the parents he remembered, but their clothes and temperament were quite different.

   "Ang'er, you have suffered."

  With tears in her eyes, the woman stepped forward and hugged Li Ang tightly, making him a little at a loss.

  The man waved his finger and said to the secretary indifferently: "Xiao Zhao, write a check to Professor Jun as a thank you gift."

   "Two, please wait a moment."

Professor Jun reluctantly moved his eyes away from the string of zeros on the check, and said to the two of them: "In fact, the treatment of personality restoration has not been completely completed. I still suggest that your son should live in the Jushan Sanatorium for a while. Time, less contact with the outside world”

   "Do you just need a resting environment?"

The man calmly said in a tone [as long as the problem can be solved with money]: "I will ask someone to open up an isolated area in the manor, where Professor Jun and the staff of the nursing home can live in and take care of me around the clock. Living for the son. The pay is ten times that of a nursing home."

"Wait a moment,"

  Li Ang broke free from the woman's arms, looked directly at his 'father', and said, "I have an independent and complete personality, so you regard me as your original son?"

"why not?"

The man calmly said: "I am always aware of the progress of this project. In each generation of scripts, you have the same childhood memories as reality. You grew up with the care of your parents, and you have the same hobbies, world outlook, 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, "The last question, I heard a female voice calling me the young master in a dream, how can this be explained?"

   "Ang'er, are you talking about Cuiqiao?"

  The woman hesitated and said: "She is your maid, and she is usually responsible for taking care of your diet and daily life. Because the doctor said that you should leave the familiar environment as much as possible during the treatment, so she didn't let her come with you."

   "Probably a whisper in your subconscious."

  Professor Jun said: "The dream this time is much longer than before, and in order to increase the sense of reality, many character prototypes in the script come from reality, such as your classmates, friends, and even some people who have met once,

  Some fluctuations are normal. "

  Really, is it normal?

   Li Ang raised his palm and shook it lightly. The touch of the palm is extremely real.

  This world has parents who love oneself, a comfortable environment, and there are no supernatural beings, ghosts and gods that threaten life.

but

   "I still don't believe it."

   Li Ang rushed to the front of the desk, picked up the large stapler, and pressed it against the edge of the palm of his left hand.

   "Ang'er, what are you doing?"

  The woman turned pale with fright, and Professor Jun, his attendants and nurses also looked nervous, for fear that Li Ang would do something to hurt him.

   "Verify some things."

  Li Ang backed away slowly, raising his palms up as a threat to keep the nurses from coming forward, "If even the real dream is fake, how can it prove that the environment I'm in now is real?

  The power of will can affect reality. "

   After finishing speaking, he pressed his left hand on the window sill, and swung his right hand down hard, hitting the stapler.

   Click!

  The staple was nailed deeply into the flesh, and the pain stabbed straight into his mind.

  Blood gushed out.

  Black blood.

"Did you see it?"

Li Ang bit the staple with his teeth, pulled it out, pointed the stapler at his neck, and calmly showed the blood flow to everyone, "Black blood. That is to say, there is indeed a Weiyuan substance." .”

   "See what? Li Ang, calm down first, put down the stapler!"

  Professor Jun picked up the square mirror on the table, pointed it at Li Ang, "Look for yourself, it's obviously red blood, you're too deep!"

   Li Ang's mother also hurriedly took out her mobile phone, took a few photos of Li Ang, and then turned over the phone, "Look, Ang'er, the blood is red."

  The mirror surface and the screen of the mobile phone both showed that Li Ang's wound was bleeding red.

   "Still lying to me."

  Li Ang shook his head and said firmly, "I'm still hallucinating."

   "We didn't lie to you!"

  Professor Jun shouted: "You subconsciously know that if you accept the status quo and consolidate your personality, then the symptoms of hallucinations will gradually decrease until they disappear completely.

  Some part of your subconscious doesn't want this, so it creates visions, changes the color of blood,

  Let you think that the hallucination is still going on. "

   "Lies."

   Li Ang held his breath and concentrated, the veins on his forehead popped up, and he desperately drove his thoughts.

  The pitch-black blood that flowed from the wound on the palm really started to flow backwards as he imagined, covering the palm of his hand, forming a black glove.

  He raised his palm and asked calmly, "Is this also a vision?"

   "Li Ang, can you put down the stapler first?"

  Professor Jun's face was a little pale, and he said in a deep voice: "From our perspective, you are just showing your bleeding palm.

  This is real, not an illusion.

  Help us and help yourself too? "

  "Help? That's right, in this world, if I continue to be paranoid and hurt myself,

   will be considered as an unqualified personality and need to be 'remade' again,

   Created No. 9 Leon, right? "

  Li Ang stretched the palm of his left hand with all his will, controlling the black blood to distort and deform into the shape of a hand crossbow.

   "This time, should you see it?"

   "See what? Anger, we can't see anything!"

  Li Ang's mother yelled anxiously. In the mirror, it was indeed he who was using the palm of his bleeding left hand to draw a pistol pose.

   "The last world was fake, and this world is also fake. They are all fake."

  Li Ang held the stapler with his right hand, pointed it at his neck, and said calmly: "The last world deliberately gave me great power, hoping that I would be addicted to it.

  If I am not tempted and out of control, I will create a new nesting doll world.

   No, to be precise, this world is the lore trap—the existence of Jushan Sanatorium perfectly explains the ins and outs.

  I am a carefree young man from a rich family, with wealthy and wealthy parents, a considerate little maid, and a wonderful life with a bright future waiting for me.

  There is only one thing I need to do—accept the fact that [I once woke up in an illusion, and this is the real world].

  If you don't accept it, it will be destroyed humanely and remade.

  Hehe, the behind-the-scenes mastermind who designed all of this is very smart and has a deep understanding of human nature. He designed double or even more illusions just to wear down my will, and I won’t let him do what he wants.”

   While talking, Li Ang used his elbows to push against the window of the study room, which is four floors high from here to the ground.

   "Ang'er, what are you doing? Don't do anything stupid!"

  Li Ang's mother was so frightened that she turned up her volume several times, and the nurses and attendants were also ready to move, ready to rush forward to stop her.

   "Here is really reality!"

  Professor Jun tried hard to persuade: "If you don't believe it, how about taking a helicopter to go around the sky? Look at the bustling city and those living people.

  Dreams cannot simulate so many. "

   "The last world, isn't it very real?"

  Li Ang asked back: "No matter who created the illusion to trap me, he is very powerful, and can even easily simulate an entire world."

   "Taking a step back, assuming that there really exists, be it gods, Buddhas, or even aliens! They design to trap you, maybe for your own good?"

  Leon's mother pleaded: "Just like "The Matrix", maybe you wake up from the 'illusion' and face a worse reality? Maybe sinking into the illusion itself is what you want?"

  “.”

   Li Ang was silent for a moment, there is indeed such a possibility. Assuming that you are in a brain in a vat, what existence would consume a lot of resources for this, just to make yourself addicted to the illusion?

   "Ang'er, this is the phone number at home, it has been connected."

  Li Ang's father, who was silent and clicking on the phone just now, showed the phone screen to Li Ang, "Chai Cuiqiao is on the other end of the phone, and she wants to talk to you."

  The loudspeaker button was turned on, and the familiar female voice came from the phone's microphone.

   "Hello? Is it Master Li Ang?"

".yes."

"Master, are you discharged from the hospital? That's great, I knew that auspicious people have their own heavens! Huhuhu, when will you come back, I will cook for you. Oh, actually, during this period of time, every night before I go to bed They will all pray to God, bless you safe and sound."

  The clear female voice rang out in the mobile phone,

  Li Ang subconsciously showed a happy smile, and many fragmented memories appeared in his mind out of thin air.

   The call lasted for a long time before the other end finally hung up.

   Li Ang's father put away the phone and said in a deep voice, "Did you see it? There are many people in this world who love and care about you, so don't do stupid things."

   "It's so good, such a life"

   Li Ang's tone was complicated, he silently put away a leg that had stepped out of the window sill, and threw the stapler out of the window.

  Parents, attendants, doctors, nurses, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, Li Ang raised the "hand crossbow" made of Weiyuan material and aimed it at his temple.

   "Unfortunately, I still want to know the truth."

   Li Ang said in a low voice: "Why did the last world end when I was about to completely integrate with the Weiyuan matter?

  Why only I can see Weiyuan matter in this world?

  Perhaps the **** who created multiple illusions didn’t intend to force such a thing on purpose, but that he couldn’t change or delete the existence of primordial matter.”

   "Li Ang, I don't care what you saw in the hallucination, you are aiming the metal bolt of the window at your temple right now."

  Professor Jun was afraid of irritating Li Ang, and 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 the real reality, I know you too,"

  Li Ang smiled slightly, pressed his finger little by little, and pressed the trigger of the crossbow, so that the tip of the crossbow pierced the skin of the temple, "Wake up again, maybe it will be a battlefield full of gunfire;

  Maybe it will be a distant and lonely galaxy;

   May be the end of misery and despair;

  No matter what, I will embrace the truth, even if it may not be what I want it to be.

  See you in the new world. "

boom!

   through the skull,

  (end of this chapter)