mythical visionary

Chapter 72 Sometimes I Just Need A Hug

On December 12, at nine o'clock in the morning, in the No. 26 screening hall of Beijing Central Cinema.

Xia Mingwei was watching a movie, but he didn't even know which movie was playing in the auditorium, because he ordered movie tickets randomly, and he didn't even know the name of the movie.

Anyway, he just fell asleep in the theater.

As the heavy eyelids closed and his consciousness sank, he came to the fantasy theater.

"It's ridiculous...you look like a clown." Hei Wukong's voice came, and in the shadow corner of the prison cell, its pupils were deeply red.

Xia Mingwei didn't bother to pay attention to it, but slowly leaned on the back of the chair, the chinchilla quickly flew over, lay down in his arms, and rolled coquettishly, revealing its round belly.

"Let me be quiet." Xia Mingwei said softly.

After the chinchilla heard this sentence, its wagging tail drooped quickly. It used the handle of the seat as a road, and disappeared from Xia Mingwei's sight one by one.

"Why, you don't dare to face me?" Black Wukong asked.

"It seems that you have learned modern vocabulary very quickly, and you will use 'clown' to mock me." Xia Mingwei said, "Sure enough, watching movies is a good way to learn."

"Shouldn't you just kill him?" Black Wukong said, "I don't understand what you're doing, you coward."

"First of all, I can't beat him. Secondly, if it were you, I think you would hesitate."

"There's no need to hesitate. If the old man Tathagata is in front of me, I can't wait to smash him into mud with a stick."

Xia Mingwei shrugged and laughed at himself: "What if he is not only the patriarch Tathagata, but also the Patriarch Bodhi who taught you spells?"

"Then I'll still smash his head until he's bleeding out," Black Wukong said.

"It's really you..." Xia Mingwei sighed softly, thinking that he was actually trying to reason with this monster, it was Black Wukong, not Monkey King.

"You took my golden cudgel and stole my power, but you are still so indecisive. You should tear down this cell and let me go out and do things for you." Black Wukong sneered.

"You can be brave now. When my myth sequence becomes stronger and stronger, you will gradually be endowed with a 'self-destructive consciousness', and then you will be just a puppet eager to commit suicide."

Xia Mingwei talked with Black Wukong, and some of his cognitions about the myth sequence include "self-destructive consciousness", so the other party knows this.

He is in a very bad mood now, if he would not say these things to Black Wukong at other times, but like offering a big Buddha, try not to annoy it, lest it will go crazy again and mess around with a golden cudgel Smashing the prison cell caused his spiritual world to be in turmoil.

"You can try, am I trying to be brave." Black Wukong dismissed it, as if thinking that it was a joke that he would be changed by the myth sequence.

"I don't care." Xia Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling wearily, "I just want to know who I am, I can't figure out those positions, identities... I really, really just want to know who I am. Let all those idiots die so I can have some peace."

"That's because you are too weak, so you are not firm enough."

"Then teach me, what the hell should I do?" Xia Mingwei said hoarsely, "I don't know if I am a myth carrier or a sequencer, the whole world wants to kill me, the whole world can't fucking tolerate it Me, others can live as they please, but I have to plan carefully and step by step. In the end, the bastard I want to kill the most is the person closest to me, and I am going crazy."

"That's right, what you should do is be angry, and then draw strength from anger."

"Finally turned into a monster like you?"

"So what?" Black Wukong said coldly, "I killed almost everyone I don't like. If everyone is your enemy, wouldn't it be good if you killed everyone?"

"It's simple to say, that's what a madman would do."

"Then let me go out and let me do these things instead of you. Didn't you say you were tired?"

"No, no matter how tired I am, I will never let you out." Xia Mingwei said, "I promised a friend that I would never lose control, so once I let you out, I will be considered as a breach of contract."

If he is successfully instigated and polluted by Black Wukong's mythical will, he will be one step closer to losing control. No matter how tired he is, he cannot fall to that point.

"You call this 'out of control'?" Black Wukong sneered, "Now we share the same body, if you die, I die, how can I harm you?"

"Once, there will be a second time. If I open this cell for you, won't you be able to ride on my head and shit on me in the future?"

"Enough!" Hei Wukong roared, "My old grandson wants to rest, get out!" The shadow swayed wildly like a fountain, as if its anger was surging.

The next moment, the bang of the golden cudgel came from the prison cell, and the Fantasy Theater trembled violently.

Xia Mingwei didn't take it seriously. He didn't intend to stay in the fantasy theater at all. The reason why he came here was to breathe a sigh of relief and to complete "Dream No. [-]".

Accompanied by Hei Wukong's violent, undulating breathing, he slowly closed his eyes, and the dreamer's coat of arms on his neck glowed brightly.

"I'm about to enter Fantasy No. [-]." The voice sounded like a cold and slippery little snake pierced into his ears and wandered through his brain nerves.

Xia Mingwei opened his eyes again, and there was the hospital in front of him. In fact, since he first came to this hospital, he had a strange sense of familiarity.

Because the location of this fantasy sequence is exactly the same as the mental sanatorium where he stayed for nearly three years, except that the light is dim, and the surrounding details have been changed a lot, making it look more eerie and creepy.

Recalling the time he stayed in the mental nursing home, what impressed him most was that when the nurses rang the bell and led the children with mental problems to play in the backyard, children in hospital gowns were playing around on the lawn , chasing each other, their laughter was a bit harsh.

He was the only one sitting in the corner, looking up at the sunset in the sky.It was dusk at that time, but Xia Mingwei felt that the world was oppressive blue, as vast as the sea, but never belonged to him, he seemed to be driven into this narrow corner by the world, and he had to repeat the same day in his life, according to Arrange your limited life according to the rules and regulations of the sanatorium.

In that place, no one would believe what he said.If he had brought up Surter's affairs, the doctor would have thought that his symptoms had worsened.Xia Mingwei refused to take the medicine, so the doctor added some more ground medicine granules to his meal that night.The nurse would quietly tell the children that if Xia Mingwei still mentioned the 'red giant', then stop playing with him.Over time, no one really played with him.

Every time it was dusk, the children in the hospital were playing on the lawn and sharing each other's toys. He hugged his knees and huddled in the corner alone, staring at the sunset slowly falling below the horizon.

Until Xia Mingwei was 11 years old, at dusk in mid-August, the nurses rang the bell again, calling the children to play in the courtyard.

That day, he was still the same as before, holding his knees alone, staring at the clouds floating in the sky, until his vision was blocked by an old man.

Later, Xia Mingwei often thought that in his childhood, there were two indelible giant shadows.

The first is a flame giant that appears behind the mountains around Snow Deer Town;

The second way was the old man who appeared in front of his eyes at that time.

"What are you doing here?" The old man took off his reading glasses and wiped the lenses with a towel.

"Who are you?" Xia Mingwei looked up, staring at the man's face.

"I'm here to play with you," the old man sat down beside him, "I don't think you have any friends, why don't you play with them?"

"No one believed me. The doctor said I was delusional. The nurse said I was a liar. Only when I stopped lying did she let other children play with me."

"Oh my God, adults nowadays really..." said the old man, "How can children's imagination be called delusional? They are the ones who are sick."

"But since no one believes me, then they are right." Xia Mingwei was silent for a long time before saying, "This world doesn't like me, it always fights against me."

"So...the world doesn't seem to like me very much." The man smiled, and he picked up an unlit cigarette, "I'm a loser, what adults often call a loser. I'm almost 50 years old Suddenly divorced, the child went with his wife, and nothing happened in the career."

Xia Mingwei didn't speak, but said in a low voice: "Smoking is not allowed here."

The old man shrugged: "I didn't smoke, I just held it in my mouth to slow down my craving."

"The nurse will scold you."

"It's okay, don't worry about those stinky bitches."

Xia Mingwei laughed, he also wanted to scold those nurses, but no one would stand by him, this old man was the first.

But with a smile, his expression quickly turned sad again: "You say you are a failure, but you are not mentally ill, and no one will care about you." He paused, and said hoarsely: "But I... I feel like I will be locked up here for the rest of my life, unable to get out even a single step."

"No, you are still young." The old man's tone was firm, "You are different from me. You still have many opportunities. The world is vast, as long as you are willing to see it."

"But I feel like the world sucks."

"Children are like this," the old man smiled, "I always magnify the troubles I encountered in my mind, and even prolong it for a lifetime, so of course you think the world is bad, but in fact, as long as you look up Look, you will always find a place you like.”

He was silent for a moment: "You know what? Although I haven't done anything in my life, I have always had a dream, which is to have a coffee shop of my own."

"Coffee shop?" Xia Mingwei turned to look at him, the old man's eyes were filled with a faint smile.

"Yes," the old man's tone suddenly became serious, "but I may not be able to do it alone. After all, I am an old man. I have a bad memory and a bad brain. Do you want to come with me?"

Xia Mingwei didn't answer, but lowered his eyes.

The old man was not in a hurry, just quietly waiting for his response.

Xia Mingwei has forgotten what he said at that time, and his memory is very vague, but the boss seems to be smiling happily.

At that time, the setting sun was about to take away the last afterglow, and the coming night was like a black curtain draped over the lawn.

In the three years since then, the figure of the old man has never been absent.Every evening, they always accompany each other at sunset, sitting on the lawn to watch the sunset.

Until Xia Mingwei was 14 years old, the old man signed a formality, took him out of the nursing home, and opened a coffee shop in the old Jingmai neighborhood around Beijing.

Time goes back to the present.

Xia Mingwei raised his eyes and stared at the familiar hospital corridor.

This is the fourth time he has entered this "No. [-] Fantasy", which is composed of "Emotional Puppet: Lisa", "Location Fragment: Hospital", "Style Fragment: Horror Style", "Type Fragment: Sequential Dream "The four are added together, so the finished product is still weird.

[The goal of this sequence fantasy is: to make Lisa disappear. 】

Xia Mingwei walked forward, the hospital's light bulbs flickered on and off, hissing, and the cool-toned light reflected the house numbers of the surrounding wards.

Every time he took two steps, a large blood-red palm print would appear on the walls on both sides of the corridor, and then the innocent laughter of the baby echoed in front of the corridor.

In the first three attempts, no matter what means he used, he failed to hurt "Lisa" by a single point.It's different now, Xia Mingwei knows how to understand the law.

Not long after walking forward, a figure was standing at the end of the corridor. She was wearing a white hospital gown, with the gate of the hospital behind her.

Lisa lowered her head and wept softly: "I killed my mother, and I also killed my father... No one will want Lisa anymore, everyone hates Lisa."

Xia Mingwei looked at her, and within a few seconds, the girl's eyes would suddenly turn black, and then she would become a monster manipulating emotional power.

He tried many times to destroy Lisa before she turned into a monster, but he always failed, even the golden cudgel he was proud of didn't work.

Xia Mingwei walked forward in silence, the surrounding air was slightly distorted, it was Lisa protecting himself, his body seemed to be squeezed.

But he still got close to Lisa, bent down, and hugged her gently.

Lisa was still sobbing, but this time she didn't turn into a monster: "Mommy never hugged Lisa, Daddy only made Lisa work or hit me with a wine bottle, Lisa's hands kept bleeding " She hugged Xia Mingwei tightly, and gently leaned her head on his shoulder, "No one has ever hugged Lisa... Thank you."

Xia Mingwei always knew it, but he didn't want to admit it, just like himself at that time, the lonely child just needed a hug.

Lisa disappeared.

The hospital gradually collapsed, and everything was falling apart.

In a trance, Xia Mingwei stretched out his right hand and pushed open the door behind Lisa. A light yellow halo came over his face, causing him to narrow his eyes. What caught his eyes was the setting sun hanging high in the sky. The lawn is full of afterglow, and there are old men and children sitting by the wall and chatting.

"Okay, I'll help you open the coffee shop." The child whispered, "Then can you take me away?"

"Of course." The old man said with a smile, "It just takes a little time, maybe several years."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

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