The mind seems to be poured into mud, and the eyes are also darkened. No one can accept that he has come all the way, and it is all fake? !
The people I met, the injuries I suffered, the blood and tears I shed, are all fake
"Shen Mo, think about it, there are so many teammates, why are you the only one alive?" The banshee sighed, "Think about it, how could it be so coincidental that she would receive a call from Wang Jingxian during the mission? She never cared about herself. My daughter, why did you ask you to pick up someone? Think about it again, why do you all escape death every time?"
Shen Mo stood stiffly on the spot with a stunned expression and said nothing.
"Is it because you are exceptionally smart? Or is it because you are talented, unparalleled in the world? ... Neither." The banshee said in a very light and slow tone, "Every time I happen to be right and complete those tricky reasonings, That's because everything is your imagination..."
Because it is an imagination, no matter how big a crisis you encounter, you will be able to end, end, meet, and live!
Shen Mo's face turned pale, and his eyes gradually became empty...
Is it true or false
I don't know if my legs and feet have been bitten by a snake, and I seem to be unconscious... How to distinguish between true and false...
Dark and slender snakes climbed up, one after another... wrapped around his legs, climbed up his waist, slid across his chest, crossed his shoulders, and bit his neck...
Cool and soft snake body, sharp and piercing fangs...
Are these touches real
The banshee sighed not far away, "Wake up quickly... Don't you understand, this world is just what you imagined, and the people around you are all created according to your preferences, and the gangsters on the street have a sense of justice. Heart, old people will stand up to fight against injustice, paranoid and rebellious girls will be tamed by you... These, all, all, are all your imaginations!"
Shen Mo stood there in a daze, for a long time, his lips moved slightly: "You mean... they don't exist at all?"
The banshee fell silent, and after a while, she spoke again: "I know, you can't accept it, but this is a fact, you are indeed trapped in your own spiritual world."
He bowed his head.
Where did those snakes go? Why does it seem to melt and turn into muddy traces
... What happened to the players around you, why are there no figures
The space seems to be distorted.
The banshee in front of me is getting more and more blurry...
He's standing in a quagmire...
The whole world seems to be spinning.
The voice of the banshee echoed around, like a tide, constantly rising and falling in her ears—
"You have been an indifferent person since you were a child... Your parents are a family marriage, and they have no feelings for each other.
Your father, a romantic lover, likes to travel and write poetry, and never wants to stay at home with your mother. Your birth is just an extra family for him, not the crystallization of love, so over the years, the relationship between your father and son has been very sparse.
Your mother is a person with the highest interests. She gave birth to you and nurtured you, but she never paid attention to you. She paid more attention to the rise and fall of her family. To her, she had to compromise with the reality in order to compromise. The product of the union of a man you don't love...
You seem to have a unique family environment, but in fact, no one expected you to be born into this world... No one cares about you, and you don't care about anyone.
Later, your mother died and you were handed over to your grandfather. Although your academic performance is excellent, your grandfather thinks that you lack enthusiasm for people and things, so he strongly advocates that you study in an officer-level academy, because... This is a profession that can be completed as long as you obey orders, and does not require any emotion... "