Planetary Museum

After saying this sentence, Sanmai Daoist closed his eyes.

As the number one expert in the Ascension Realm and the head of the number one faction, when he uttered such words that were almost equivalent to surrendering directly, Daoist Sanmai felt his internal organs throbbing like being stabbed by a sword.

As soon as this sentence is said, it means that the prestige accumulated by Qianyangmen for nearly a thousand years will be destroyed in one fell swoop.Daoist Samadhi can imagine how humiliating he would be when he appeared at the Nine Great Parties, said these demands to them, and even persuaded them to accept these conditions.

What's even more frightening is that when these people go back to each sect after the talk, and then speak out their words and deeds separately...

However, this is yet another gamble.

The previous bet was a gamble between him and Yan Xiu. He felt that Yan Xiu was not going to be successful at all, and the nine major factions had the chance to win - he put everything on Qianyangmen with peace of mind, waiting for his opponent to finally fear and fear.

But that time, he lost terribly. The opponent's hole cards were flipped out one after another in front of his face. His cultivation, Qianyangmen's resources, and the momentum of the Nine Great Factions...

In the end of the game, he became a captive, and the entire Qianyangmen sect was almost wiped out. Only the hundreds of people brought by Bai Feng to the Lingling Island survived.

But this time, it was a bet between him and the Nine Great Factions.

He used his reputation throughout his life to bet that the Nine Great Factions would lose in this battle.

"In the final analysis, this Samadhi real person is still a realist." The search and rescue team briefly explained his decision-making thinking to Yevgeny, "The so-called Ascension Realm is actually a world where the weak prey on the strong, and these flying people know current affairs. They still have the ability. However, they still have a lot of arrogance in their bones—just like him."

The search and rescue team smiled slightly, and had to say that the collection team's grasp of language surpassed that of most normal humans.When he smiled, Yevgeny felt the cold sweat on his back: "Why does he think that? He still has the value of being used by us? If most of Qianyangmen's strength is still there, maybe they can rely on surrender In exchange for some capital—but now...a general who has lost his army is nothing more than a staff officer and decoration.”

"So, we're rejecting him?"

"You don't even need to give him an answer," said the search and rescue team. "Refusal will only stimulate his self-esteem and cause trouble for our subsequent management. If you don't answer, let him figure it out on his own. Professor, let's talk now, It's your son's problem."

……

Two hours later, America.

"Hello, Professor Yevgeny, I heard that you went to China, it should be at night now."

"Hello, Dr. Clark." The son's attending doctor is a woman, about 40 years old.Yevgeny has only met her three times, but has already spent more than $2.So much so that when he saw her now, he would subconsciously check the time - the doctor's charges were calculated by the minute.It's no wonder these doctors are so fond of greetings and small talk - just talking nonsense can make him dozens of dollars.

So Yevgeny was more direct this time: "How is Duff's situation now?"

"It has basically stabilized," the doctor said, "Now he can participate in social activities like a normal person. These are his approximate activities in a week, climbing mountains, riding horses..."

"That's not what I asked, doctor." Yevgeny's tone was a little harsh. "When you admitted my son to the hospital, you didn't promise these things."

"I still remember what you said to me, doctor," Yevgeny leaned forward, "you said, after two months, even if you put white powder in front of Duff, he will not hesitate to put it They go in the bin. What I want to know is this, doc, can Duff do what you promised now?"

"Psychological withdrawal of drug addiction varies greatly depending on the patient's living environment," the doctor explained to him with enthusiasm on his face turned professional, "I mentioned this a long time ago. , if our life is mountaineering, horseback riding, bars, Rolls-Royce, golf every day... Then drug addiction is indeed not difficult to quit. In a sense, the pleasure produced by that lifestyle can almost make up for drug addiction The regret of..."

"...This is also the main theoretical basis of this therapy we are currently using." After finishing the optimistic part, the doctor's face switched to a regretful expression in due course: "But if you are still expecting your son to find a job after he is discharged from the hospital." Ordinary work, commuting to and from work, marrying a wife and having children...It is definitely impossible to do it in the short term. Two, three years, maybe it can be done...Patients need a long process of psychological adaptation."

Yevgeny opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out.It is impossible for him to come up with any tenable rebuttal—if he goes back and finds out his son's treatment contract, and hires a professional medical lawyer, he will definitely be able to piece together the doctor's current situation in that thick contract. These words come.

Yevgeny habitually squeezed out a small ball of wine in front of his face, and then swallowed it in one gulp.Almost at the same time, the video signal was temporarily interrupted——only then did he realize that this practice had a great risk of leaking secrets.After the signal was reconnected to normal, Yevgeny said to the other party: "Let my son be discharged from the hospital. Right now, the handover person has arrived at the door of your hospital."

"Discharged?" The doctor frowned. "This means that all our previous efforts were wasted! He returned to the street and found the drugs in less than 5 minutes!"

"I won't give him 5 minutes," Yevgeny said. "He got out of the hospital and went straight to China."

"Are you crazy?" the doctor screamed. "In China, taking drugs is punishable by death!"

"That's the death penalty for drug trafficking, and it has nothing to do with drug use," Yevgeny waved his hand angrily, then lowered his voice feebly, "Go through the formalities."

……

Duff woke up.

The first thing he did after waking up was to think that he was still awake.

It must be a dream.

He couldn't tell where it was, because there were no displays or facilities around, and it looked like an empty room.

The walls are the kind of rough decoration that was common in the 70s and [-]s. In some places, the red brick wall skin is exposed because of its old age.If he looked carefully, Duff found a Soviet watch of the Oriental brand on the wall closest to him.He remembered that this watch was left to his father by his grandfather and later given to him as his tenth birthday present. Duff spent his childhood with the ticking sound of this watch.

Now the watch is right in front of him, making clear ticking, ticking sounds. He widens his glasses and looks at the watch in disbelief. After confirming that the red five-pointed star in the middle of the watch is missing a small piece, he almost doubts whether it is I have hallucinated myself.

Duff tentatively stretched out his hand, and pressed it lightly on his head, feeling very clear, pinched, and still a little painful.

But he caught a detail. When he was doing two actions, the picture of the world in front of him fluctuated slightly - the most obvious of which was the time on the clock, the second hand kept jumping - It is not a regular beating, but a random beating at any angle on the dial.Look carefully and find that those times are also.

The scene rattled Duff, who had experienced mild hallucinations many times before—but this one was the worst.

At this moment, his father appeared in front of his eyes.

But not the bald, fat-faced, often red-faced alcoholic who smells of vodka when he speaks.He looked as young as himself, wearing the suit that Duff remembered when he was a child, that his father would only wear on vacation. There were no wrinkles or age spots on his face, but only full of vitality.

The young father was running towards Duff from far out in sight, and he could tell he was shouting something to him, but he couldn't hear a word.

At this moment, something that surprised Duff even more happened. Words appeared directly above the young father's head.

"Sorry, your language information is too little, and the input of language information is not supported for the time being. You can just read the subtitles, but you can speak to me, and I can hear it."

Duff watched his father keep opening his mouth, and then from the top of his head, long Russian words mixed with English kept popping up... Judging from the tone and content of these words, he had no doubt that this was really a His father, but... but this is too magical realism.

"Dad! What the hell is going on?! Where are we?"

"Duff, calm down, I brought you here just to treat your addiction."

"Are we in China?" In Duff's memory, he finally landed in Shanghai, China. On the way to his father's company, he saw street signs and advertisements in square characters.At this time, a scene that made Duff feel horrible appeared. Just when he thought of the street scene in Shanghai, the pattern of St. Petersburg's hometown in front of him gradually faded and disappeared, replaced by the noisy city and pictures in his memory...

Duff seems to have begun to realize something—the space he is in is not completely real, this is his own conscious world—or in other words, he is affected by his own consciousness.

He tried to imagine what his father looked like now, trying to find some psychological familiarity and comfort, but only the background changed—from his old home in St. Petersburg to his new home in San Francisco, from his parents' house to his own dilapidated single The apartment... With his psychological tension, the frequency of these screen switching began to increase, and finally became a shapeless mass of continuously distorted color blocks.

"Relax, Duff, it's nothing to be afraid of." Among the distorted blocks of color, the only thing that remains unchanged is the image of his father Yevgeny, standing in front of him like a sculpture, "Duff, start imagining the days when you took drugs." Scenario—this is critical to your healing."