In a certain splendid hall.

An elegant man in high-end and expensive clothes is sitting on a comfortable and soft leather sofa with his legs crossed.

The polished leather shoes are under the light of the crystal chandelier overhead.

Appears unusually shiny.

There is a small mahogany table half a meter high in front of him.

There is a cup of cold Pu'er tea on the small table...

The tea ring smeared in the cup.

Reflected on the entire ceiling.

Some indescribable loneliness...

The man said nothing.

He just closed his eyes and fell asleep, digesting the memories brought to his mind.

The hall is very quiet.

There is no one here, it seems to be so brilliant and bright, just for him to come and sit for a while in his spare time.

Relax your body...

After a while.

The man opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at the teacup on the table in front of him.

I don't know what's going on in my heart.

He hesitated.

He stretched out his left hand tremblingly.

Slowly he reached for the teacup.

Just the feeling of touching the cup wall didn't seem to make him feel at ease.

After he picked up the cup of tea.

The flat surface of the tea was rippled by his trembling hands...

"It's obviously so true, how could it be false? I'm really confused."

He mocked himself and comforted himself.

But then he seemed to realize that this was all just deceiving himself.

Thrown the teacup to the ground!

The cup broke instantly and the tea spilled all over the floor!

"How is that possible..."

"How could these things be fake?!"

He held his head in pain.

At the same time, he bent his head down and bumped against the mahogany table, making a clanking sound. In addition to the collision with the edge of the table, blood flowed down from his head, staining his originally heroic face...

He couldn't believe it.

I can’t believe that this world is fake!

But the bad memories in his mind kept reminding the man that in his real world, he was just a poor man with nothing.

It takes a whole day to think about food, rice, oil and salt.

A useless man who is being teased by his wife just because he can’t make any money!

He crazily put his head on the wooden table.

It seems that this is just a dream, and as long as you wake yourself up, you can continue to be a successful person.

Those memories are all false.

None of them exist.

It was because he was under too much pressure that he had such thoughts...

right.

It's because he's under too much pressure!

The man's state fell into madness.

He didn't notice at all that there was a scary-looking woman staring at him in the mirror behind him.

The woman's whole body felt like it had been soaked in water.

The turbid liquid kept crawling out of her black and dirty hair, and fell on the carpet along her mud-stained dress.

Forming stains one after another...

As the man kept hitting the wooden table.

Women are getting closer and closer to him.

Until she came to his back, stretched out her twisted fingers with white bones exposed, and prepared to pinch his neck.

However.

At this moment, the man suddenly raised his head.

My eyes were confused as I looked out the window at the scenery of more than thirty floors...

"By the way, this is a dream... As long as I jump down from here, I will wake up if my spirit is stimulated!"

"That must be it!"

He muttered something in his mouth.

I feel like I got the answer.

He stood up laughing and rushed towards the half-open window like crazy!

He thought he would jump.

You'll wake up!

"Yes, that's it!"

then,

The man's body passes through the window.

Falling rapidly to the ground downstairs due to gravity!

Even before his body exploded into blood mist, he still had a satisfied and confident smile on his face...

…

Woohoo~

The piercing sirens rang over the city.

In a world shrouded in dark clouds.

He seemed a little helpless for no reason...

Qianye's fast walking footsteps also stopped here.

Yin Fu, who was following him, panted heavily and turned his head with him to look at the source of the constant sound of the alarm.

At this time, the memory is revived.

Five hours have passed...

And when they stopped.

In various parts of the city, a steady and somewhat bitter voice lingers in the streets and alleys.

Inside the TV set in the shop next to Chino.

The voice of a man I didn't recognize but was familiar with was playing.

When he watches TV with his mother every night.

A sound that can be heard...

"Dear citizens."

"Good afternoon everyone."

"I am from this city..."

"Haha, forget it...it doesn't matter who I am now."

"I think everyone has those memories in their minds, those memories of our original world and ourselves."
To be continued...