I can't describe the shock at that moment. I have never known which ones are real and which ones are fake in the hypnotic world. I don't know who I am. Because of this, I am not sure whether my parents in "Old House" also exist. So when I saw those statues not long ago, I would involuntarily think of my "mother", the slightly fat mother who likes to watch TVB dramas and talks to me. But I actually feel that there is no such person in my heart. Because I think if she really exists, she will definitely look for me everywhere unless she also loses this memory. But I don't think it is necessary, because she is just an ordinary person, but now I suddenly hear her name, and it is in such a strange environment.

I tried hard to shake the scar girl: "Why Wang Meizhi, where is she?" I was eager to ask her about the origin of this person, even if it was probably just the same name and surname, of course I think this possibility does not exist. If too many coincidences are put together, it cannot be called coincidence. What's more, the clone once told me that there are many secrets in "Old House".

But the scar girl didn't say a word, just kept shaking. I could no longer see the way she liked to giggle from her. I could only sigh. It seemed that I couldn't ask anything from her, at least I couldn't ask now, so I could only take her back first.

The moment I walked out of the wooden house with a scarred woman on my back, I looked back at the statue, the young woman holding the baby, her face was blurred, and a small bell tied to her ankle, exactly the same as what I had in my dreams.

Wang Zihua seemed very surprised to see me coming back with a woman on my back, but his reaction also disappointed me. I originally wanted him to see if this scar girl was also related to the "Pahu", but I knew it was definitely not a good idea to see his reaction. Looking at the scar girl's appearance, I thought about it for a long time, and it seemed that there was only one way, that is, to stay here for a few days. If there was no improvement, I could only be sent to the hospital.

Scar girl is different from Wang Zihua. Wang Zihua just loses memory and is normal in other aspects. Scar girl looks like mental problems at first glance. Maybe the doctor can help. As long as she can recover, I may ask something I want to know from her.

When everyone was separated, the scar girl told me that she was going to that field too. I didn't see her there, but instead accidentally saw her who had become abnormal here. It seemed that she had deceived me, but the human calculation was not as good as the heaven's calculation. Somehow I found this place myself, and the two of them finally got together. Of course, there was one thing that I also found strange, that is, why Wang Zihua also appeared in that field. Could it be that that place was really strange? Or could it be that only by staying there first, you can find the route to Gexi Village?

There are too many problems, and I don’t know how to solve them. Anyway, I will know the answer when the scar girl wakes up. A few days later, I saw that she was still in a daze and crazy, so I had to send her to the hospital. Of course, I sent her alone. Although the scar girl did not have any identity certificate, this was not a big problem. The real big problem was that I began to find out that I had no money.

I have been running around for so long and have not really calmed down to write. Fortunately, I had some savings before, and fortunately, the money in the hypnotic world is real rather than illusory. So although I was running around, I didn't worry about the money. But now I have no money in my card. I found the best hospital and the best doctor for the Scar Girl. Of course, what I paid must be the most expensive treatment cost. After paying the initial expenses, I became a pauper again. The subsequent treatment costs were a considerable burden for me. I think I can no longer be so free to explore those secrets everywhere. I have to find a job, otherwise I would starve to death if I don't talk about medical expenses.

We quit the hotel and rented a cheap house. Then Wang Zihua also started looking for a job. I was responsible for writing novels at home. I hope that the writing ability I have in the hypnotic world is real. Even now, I have not been able to search for any novel I wrote from the above, but I can only hope for it now, hoping that all this is true. I am really so popular because this is the only thing I can do.

Every night, Wang Zihua rushed home in shame. I knew he hadn't found a job, so it was not his fault. His body was too small, and he didn't have an ID card or something. He was a typical blind wanderer. Most people dare not hire him. At most, they just wanted to post small advertisements and post psoriasis to do temporary jobs. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I wrote so many novels, and no magazine wanted to be admitted. Even if I wrote those published magazines in the hypnotic world, no one paid attention to me.

Scar Girl's condition has not improved much, but I have to continue to invest the money. After all, she is my only hope. Sometimes I also wonder, since the name Wang Meizhi is the one who will really have such a person in the hypnotic world, I really am my mother. I think I should go back and see if they have come back.

Of course, I can't get out of here now. I want to wander around every street and alley in a big city, search for my goals, and find a job that can make a living and pay medical expenses. I think it's more reliable to find scar women to understand the situation. After all, this is not an illusory world.

I go to see the scar girl every day, and she seems to have improved a little bit. She is no longer so stupid and has no energy in her mind. This makes me full of hope for the future. I think as long as I persist, I will definitely get better.

I came out of the hospital and looked at the old man at the door. On the first day I came, I saw him squatting at the entrance of the hospital. He was a thin figure and a little hunched back, but his clothes were very clean and he would not ask for money from others. Obviously, he was not a beggar. The old man kept looking at the people coming out of the hospital, and his eager eyes seemed to be looking for his own relatives. However, every time his eager eyes always became dim, and endless disappointment followed. Perhaps when people were in a down-and-down manner, they would always pay special attention to some people and things that they would not pay attention to, and they would always become particularly sentimental. I often looked at this old man and looked at his vicissitudes, as if I saw myself.

Not all efforts will definitely have a good result. Days go by, and my pockets are getting less and less money, but I still don’t know where to go. I started to serialize my own experiences on the page. The name of the novel is "Old House". Later, it was published on Motie. I thought for a long time and used "fool Mao" as my pen name, because I feel like a fool now, I don’t know anything, and I can only persist blindly. I work during the day and start typing when I get home at night. I write about what I have experienced myself. Of course, no one will believe it, and I don’t think it must be believed by others. For me, even if people all over the world call me a bad novel, as long as I can have money, it’s fine.

Unfortunately, I am not really the material for writing novels. The daily subscription of novels is only one or two yuan, which is not enough to pay the electricity bill. Just when I was almost desperate, someone came to me.

The person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a suit, and he looked like a successful person. When he saw me, he held my hand and said repeatedly, "Mr. Mao, it's really not easy to find you." I was confused by his enthusiasm. I have never dealt with people and I don't know many people, let alone in such a strange city. I asked, "Who are you, what are you asking for me?"

The man quickly took out a business card and looked at it. It was named Wang Wensheng, the boss of a local magazine. Wang Wensheng said that I submitted a manuscript to their magazine a few days ago. He was attracted by my literary talent and felt that I was a Heshi Bi that had not been discovered and carved, and a Qianlima that had not been discovered or reused. It happened that their magazine lacked an editor-in-chief, so Wang Wensheng wanted to invite me to take this position. Of course, the salary given was enough to make me excited.

I was dizzy when I was beaten by Wang Wensheng's compliments with Heshi Bi and Qianlima. He almost almost said that I was Wenqu Star and descended to the world. Li Bai, Du Fu was reborn and Lu Xun, Ba Jin, and I had never been praised like this. I thought that he was so full that he was so full that he was so full that he deliberately came to ridicule and make fun of me. But when I saw his eyes shining, I realized that I had really encountered a miracle. I vaguely remember that I submitted a manuscript to their magazine a few days ago. The address was the nurse duty room of this hospital. It was what I asked for after a long time that the beautiful nurse agreed to me.

But now I don’t care if I really have submitted any haunted manuscripts to them, nor do I care about the real ingredients in these flatteries. I need this job so much. For this generous salary, I will agree to whatever I ask me to do.

The office was very big, and everyone stood up and greeted me with a smile when they saw me. I had never been so majestic in my life. Mr. Wang accompanied me and introduced me one by one, saying that this is who, and that is who, and that is who, and then he clapped his palms and said that we will succeed together. When he looked at me laughing, I felt a little scared for no reason. That kind of laughter seemed to be a kind of irony. But I couldn't care about that much, I needed money, and I could only remind myself to be careful.

Taking over a completely unfamiliar job is really a very tiring thing. Being an editor and a writer is not the same thing. I was busy for several days, but I didn't do anything well. Mr. Wang still looked smiling and said, "Xiao Mao, you are the hope of our magazine. Be sure to pay attention to your health." He also insisted on taking me to the hospital for a physical examination.

There are many physical examination items, which have exceeded the usual content. Sometimes I will use an instrument I have never seen before to scan my head continuously. The doctor will ask me from time to time if I feel uncomfortable recently. When I hear his words, it seems that I am only normal when I feel uncomfortable, and it is abnormal if I feel uncomfortable.

I feel uncomfortable everywhere now. As long as you beat me hard, I feel comfortable with everything. I thought hard in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it out loud.

Mr. Wang saw my unhappiness and quickly smoothed out the situation and said, "Xiao Mao, don't be lucky. Dr. Liu is a famous expert in the country. If he hadn't contacted him, he wouldn't have checked us." He turned around and began to criticize me: "Xiao Mao, you don't know your importance. I treat you as a treasure. You have to cooperate with the doctor's examination for me. You will come to check every half month from now on. If you have any discomfort, you will report to me immediately. This is the request and request of the entire magazine."

Although Mr. Wang's words and excessive enthusiasm made me feel a little unbearable, I agreed to it for the salary, and this special care also won the jealousy or enviousness of many colleagues. Two months later, Mr. Wang hurried to my office, patted my shoulder hard, and said, "Xiaomao, I'll read you wrong, our magazine's sales have turned over!" His excitement was beyond words, and he said loudly: "I'll treat you tonight and celebrate your merits." He whispered to me: "I'll add commission this month."
Chapter completed!