Feng Qinglang had no intention of playing an important passer-by in the other person's life. Being drunk, he returned to his original state, had another drink with the steward, and said with a smile: "I want to go up and have fun."

The manager was embarrassed. Forcibly breaking the rules of a local game would lead to criticism. He was about to think of a way to try to make an extra place for Wen Ruyu to play tonight in addition to the lottery. Unexpectedly, the illusionist on the stage had already

With his eyes closed, he reached through the seemingly sealed glass, pulled out the first lucky number, and read aloud: "Number 706"

At the same time, Feng Qinglang proudly shook the wooden seat of his wine glass, and it was clearly No. 706 on it.

Amidst the loud cheers and dissatisfied boos all around, the steward felt that the alcohol was evaporating faster. How did this guy do it after being so far away? Could it be that the illusionist could still control the space in reality? Or was it Wen Ruyu and

Do you know the illusionist on stage?

At this time, a staff member came forward and invited Feng Qinglang to come on stage. He patted the steward on the shoulder and chuckled: "Steward Luye, I'm going to play for a while. Remember to send the bills settled here to the Bi family."

When the illusionist named Unger led the two lucky winners to the fourth floor of the bar, the noisy hustle and bustle below gradually disappeared. When they stepped into his private luxury studio, the door was closed again, and those

The passionate sounds were finally completely isolated outside the door.

Unger enthusiastically introduced to the two of them: "Your Excellencies, this is the starting point of my studio's strange and strong fantasy."

Taking this opportunity, he secretly observed the two lucky spectators, and was secretly surprised. Compared with the usual lucky spectators whose eyes were full of curiosity, these two people were too calm. The man didn't even look at those frivolous spectators.

Light

The brilliant illusion light ball was indifferent to the ferocious beasts on the mural that seemed to come alive, walking around in the jungle, and staring at them. Instead, it took a second look at the derivation of several illusion formulas on the blackboard in the corner.

.

And the girl with thick smoky makeup touched the chin of the skeleton model that greeted people loudly when they came in, as if teasing a real man, and asked with a smile: "Is this the sound of a parrot? Why?

Can’t see the parrot? Could it be some kind of necromancy that locked the parrot’s soul into this skeleton?”

Unger felt that his head was starting to feel a little big, so he tried his best to keep smiling and said: "Beautiful lady, that is just a little illusion."

The girl sneered and said: "The answer is not what you asked."

Unger thought to himself, that is a thing left by the previous resident illusionist. I don’t know how it works.

Instead, Feng Qinglang responded: "It's just a mechanical synthesized sound. It's an ancient magic weapon, but the principle is very simple, so it's not worth much."

The girl looked at Feng Qinglang with interest, but this interested look was similar to the way she looked at the skeleton before. She smiled and said: "Oh, I just realized that you are pretty good-looking now, and you are here too.

Looking for a one-night stand?"

Such a straightforward question made Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing and said: "Would it be too hypocritical if I said that I came here specifically to watch the performance?" He also looked at the girl twice, because the smoky makeup covered her face, and she could not tell the difference.

We don't know her original color, but we can still tell that she is very young, but her figure is already bulging forward and backward, which is enough for most men to have some associations with her.

The girl haha ​​laughed: "It seems that we have the same goal. Would you like to find a place for a while?"

"..." This straightforward makes Feng Qing a little speechless.

The girl didn't let him go, and continued: "But it’ s okay to see you are drunk, is it okay? "

Feng Qing laughed bitterly: "... I'm fortunate, when I don't drink water, I hear you say that."

"Ha ha……"

Angge only felt that he was taken aside very innocently. The usual lucky audience did not dare to penetrate the atmosphere. He regarded the laboratory of an illusionist as a sacred place. The two were good and hooked directly.

He had to clearly clear his throat, patted his palms gently, and was waiting to grab the initiative.

Angger's heart was angry, and the ghost needed you to be interested in me?

Feng Qinglang came with a strong interest, and he circled the field: "Dear, blank memory is a great theme, when did you start researching it?"

Speaking of the fields he is good at, Angge's waist can't help but stand up a bit, saying: "Actually, each of us, in the depths of subconsciousness, has the habit of writing a diary.

In the drawers one by one. Sometimes, some drawers are damaged, which means that you will gradually forget about one day or something ... if a drawer is completely broken, it becomes a certain life in life.

Blank memory on the node "

Because it was an expert, Feng Qinglang immediately judged that the other party did have studied this small field. He couldn't help asking: "Will there be some specific situations, causing one more drawer to appear out of thin air?"

Angge thought about it very seriously, and then said: "In the world of memory, there will never be a 'out of thin air, the word, if there is a drawer in the memory world, it must have been possible ...

The owner of the memory world, what stimulus has been suffered, or experienced what a major change, which led to the disappearance and the drawer back ... Of course, it is possible that the drawer is back, maybe not in the original position, that is not necessarily ...

"

He felt that he was a bit complicated, and couldn't help looking at Feng Qinglang, but saw the other person showing a deep thought, obviously he fully understood what he was talking about.

The girl said: "If according to your theory, what kind of situation is the mental patient with imagination? They have a lot of memories of their memory, then there are not a lot of unreal in their memory world.

What is the drawer? "

Her eyes blinked naughty, looking at Angge's look full of ridicule.

Angge answered seriously: "For them, all the memories are real drawers. But once a collision with their true memory, there is a contradiction.

It may be that the real memory of the drawer is damaged, or temporarily hidden, or it may be the damage of the drawer of imagination, or it is temporarily hidden ... "

He felt that these two special lucky audiences raised their talks, and came to a pair of paintings. The painting was a small wine cabinet, and the painting was not lifelike.

A bottle of low wine, and three cups.

He poured a cup for the two and continued: "I have come into contact with such a case, about the patients of imagination. The drawer in the memory world has long been messy.

This is still quite clear about his basic logic world, so it becomes a special case. In his world, a large number of fictional characters appear.

His cute and well -behaved daughter ... "

"But in the real world? He is just a single man, a person who has no friends at all

Angge handed the wine to his two guests, touched the glass gently, after drinking a bite, he said bitterly: "For them, the most terrible thing is not the deep part of the love and close friends reviewing the stars, but that they have always been never.
Chapter completed!