But I checked it just before I came in. Every room here is covered by curtains, and there is nothing to see from the outside. Unwilling to give up, I immediately stood on the spot and roared at the villa: "Ming people don't do secret affairs. Since you spend money to entrust me to do things. Then please come straightforwardly. There is no need to be so sneaky. I have already accepted. I will do my best to help you if you have your money. There is no need to hide in the dark and engage in these boring actions."
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… No one responded to me, and there was no sound in the entire yard. My voice is like floating into an endless black hole, so weak and so pale.
"Boom..." I angrily kicked the skull over with my foot. The skull shattered after a parabolic movement. But I was shocked again, but this time it wasn't because of the skull. The skull was broken, just before my eyes, and it was broken completely. What shocked me was my leg. Only then did I notice that the leg that I had just kicked into the skull was my leg that was injured and still wrapped in gauze.
I kicked very hard just now, but my thighs didn't feel any pain at all, and the gauze did not reflect the bleeding silkscreen.
I immediately squatted down and removed the white gauze. When Sabra was exhausted, it was also the moment I stared in a daze. Where there was a wound, there was no trace of bleeding. I held the white and flawless gauze and fell into thought again.
My uncle bandaged me and healed my leg. He said at the time that I injured my leg when I was in a car accident. But I was totally unharmed. Is the leg injury fake? What about the car accident? I thought of the car, so I immediately rummaged in my pocket for the key. Although I was in an illusion, as long as my car was not too far away from me, I could still hear it by pressing the electronic remote control. But when I touched the pocket of Kongkong ****, I remembered that my car key was also with the uncle.
Standing in place, I was lost. As a private investigator, keeping a clear head at all times is the most basic requirement, but now I am really confused. I don't know who is the real and who is the fake.
A very bold guess flashed through my mind.
All this is the conspiracy of the uncle. The conspiracy started from the foot of the mountain.
The whole so-called illusion is a bureau where the uncle himself directed and performed himself. From beginning to end, almost all the weird things that I experienced happened after I met the uncle, and I believed in whatever he said, almost without a trace of doubt.
I can't imagine that if the uncle is deceiving me, then I really can't figure it out. What is worthy of him to deceive me? Make money? In order to steal my second-hand broken car? Killing? Even more impossible, I have no grievances with the uncle.
Do not! Impossible, I immediately rejected my hypothesis, and I can no longer think about it like this. It's not that I simply trust people, but because I feel that the more in this situation, the less likely it is to be suspicious of each other. Believe in your own judgment, the uncle will definitely not disappear out of thin air. Since he did not appear in this illusion, it must be the illusion of this villa, which cuts off the connection between me and the uncle.
After he sees me missing, he should find a way to find me.
Looking at the retro and closed door in front of me, I decided not to go in alone for now. I'm standing here, waiting for the uncle, waiting for him to find me before making a decision.
Since you have to wait, find a place to sit down and wait slowly. Although I have looked at it outside, after a closer look, I found that the environment here is really beautiful.
Although it is daytime, there is no sun above the head, and the whiteness of the sky is pure white. There is no blue sky and no white clouds. The illusion is after all an illusion, and there is never that kind of vigorous feeling.
I walked slowly to the big palm tree. This tree is really big. I stood there like a bird. I raised my head and looked at it, and the top of my head was covered with dense green leaves. But these leaves did not flutter at all, and hung on the branches like a dead thing. Although they looked prosperous and dense, they were lifeless.
Silent air, waiting silently. It seems that I am the only one left in the whole world. It's commonplace to do our job and wait for the rabbit. Patience is naturally enough. Just being in such an environment makes people shudder.
The marble table in front of me is also very luxurious, with emerald white color and exquisite stripes. I don't know whether it was formed naturally or processed later. For some reason, I dare not sit on this marble stool. Maybe it's because I'm afraid that as soon as I sit down, it will become something else.
Looking at this marble table, I suddenly wondered, is everything here real, or is the other party fabricated it to show me out of thin air
With this curiosity, I slowly stretched out my hand and touched the marble.
Marble is also just a kind of stone, which is divided into natural and artificial. The ones sold on the market are generally made manually. Since it is a stone, there are always some characteristics of a stone. Cold and hard. This is a characteristic of any stone. But when my palm touched the marble, I couldn't feel the slightest coldness. It seems that what my hand touches is just a hard object.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..." Perplexed, I raised my hand abruptly and banged heavily on the marble table a few times. Under the strong impact, the stone finally made the dull sound it should have. But I stared at my right hand with a dazed face. I just tapped so hard, but my hand didn't feel the slightest pain. There is not even a little red stamp.
I went, what an international joke. Is it true that everything here is true? Am I the illusion that was made up? This idea just flashed in my mind, I was a living myself, how could it be fake. In other words, am I dreaming
Because in dreams, people's sensory perceptions will become numb. So, I looked at my hand just hitting the marble, and squeezed it with my left hand. I squeezed very hard, and my teeth started to rattle. But I still don't feel the slightest pain in my hand.
"Dreamland? No way!" I believe a little now, I should be dreaming. But I didn't fall asleep again, how could I suddenly appear in my dream! Could it be that the so-called waking up just now, I didn't actually wake up. Am I still in a coma in a car accident
I'm a little panicked, I won't die in that car accident anymore!
"Wake up... Wake up..." I began to slap my face vigorously, hoping that I could wake up. "Wake up soon..."
I don't know how long I have been hitting myself, how many hits, or whether my face has been reddened or not, but my hands are still not painful or itchy, and I don't feel any.
The man does not cry, but he is not sad. As for me now, I really fell into despair, tears rolling in my eyes uncontrollably. "Uncle, where are you! Come and save me..." I yelled up to the sky. (End of this chapter)