Planet Rebirth

"None of this is true." I kept repeating the words in my head so that I could make the best decision possible.A picture flashed in front of my eyes. In the company's lounge, a dirty hand was pressed onto Xiaoxue's thigh. With a teasing smile and Koyukisuke's eyes, the dirty hand gradually stretched into the skirt.Suddenly, my nerves tensed up, anger took over my rationality, and it commanded my fingers to pull the trigger without hesitation.

He fell on the table like a pile of soft cow dung, the blood from the blood hole on his forehead formed a pool on the table, and the bag fell on the wooden floor after it came out of the warehouse, making a crisp sound, a kind of The pleasure that I have never experienced before is also flowing in my body at the same time.A feeling that makes it difficult to breathe. There is a puff of breath in the chest, which seems to be bursting out, but it is difficult to find the exit. It lingers in the chest cavity, squeezing the internal organs, muscles and bones, which makes my body slightly Trembling, although very depressed, but indescribable joy.

Just as I was still experiencing this wonderful feeling, the screams of women from all around interrupted my train of thought.The cafe is already in chaos, people are running outside one after another, the tables and chairs that were knocked down, and the shattering of utensils scattered on the ground are intertwined. I saw that everyone's face was distorted by the scene , escape from this crime scene as quickly as possible, lest I, the murderer, harm them.

I turned my head to look at the old man in puzzlement. He had disappeared, leaving only two empty coffee cups on the table.I've been teased, I've been lied to, and a great sense of loss and horror is what to do.The corpse was still lying on the table, and the blood was still flowing, which really made my blood almost freeze.At this time, there was no one in the coffee shop, only I was standing there holding the pistol.

The screeching sirens heralded my end, and the outside was already crowded with police cars with flashing lights.A large number of heavily armed policemen have surrounded the cafe, and a voice warned me through the electric loudspeaker: "You are surrounded, put down your weapons, come out and surrender, or we will open fire."

I am very wronged, tears are already rolling in my eyes, I really want to explain what happened just now.The mastermind who instigated me to kill has disappeared, leaving me here, poor fool, I have no strength to hold the pistol anymore, it slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. Biting his lip, trying to follow the police's orders.But my legs no longer obeyed my command, they just stood there straight, making it difficult for me to move.

I watched as the police broke into the door, knocked me to the ground, pressed my limbs tightly, and handcuffed my hands behind my back. The cold handcuffs squeezed my wrists so painfully.My face was on the floor, and I could only see a few leather shoes dangling in front of my eyes. I tried my best to resist, but I couldn't. I was a murderer.

The cell is very small, with only a simple bed and a small door above the head. An iron bar as thick as a thumb blocks my connection with the outside world.I roared like a wild beast in this cage, slapped my cheeks hard, slammed my fists against the thick wall, and tore my hair hard. I did everything to wake me up from my dream , I'm going out, I don't want to stay in this place.I want to go home, this is just a dream, I keep hinting to myself, admonishing myself.But it was in vain, saliva flowed down the corner of my mouth, my finger was smashed, and the pain of the wound clearly told me that this was real, I killed someone, and now I have been arrested.

Finally, I fell on the bed with all my strength, smelling the damp smell on the sheets, I had to accept this reality, I curled up into a ball, hugging my shoulders with my hands, trembling unceasingly, those beautiful life fragments were like a slide show in the past. Flashes flashed before my eyes, but none of them came back. [

"How do you feel?" A familiar voice rang in my ear.

This was like a signal, and instantly reactivated the rage in my body. I jumped up from the bed. The old man was standing in front of me, still looking at me and smiling calmly. I grabbed his collar and pulled him away. Rudely bumped against the opposite wall and yelled at him, while tears flowed uncontrollably: "Why did you hurt me like this? I killed someone. Do you know that I will be executed by them? Why do you This hurts me."

The old man opened his hands and replied innocently: "Calm down, calm down, I said that none of this is true."

I retorted: "Then why am I here? It's true, don't lie to me anymore! I'm a murderer now! It's all your fault."

The old man continued to say in a calm tone: "It seems that your mind is a little messed up, so let me ask you, if this is true, why am I here?"

This question seemed to wake me up, and the hand holding his collar lost its strength. My breathing caused my body to heave violently, sweat and tears intertwined on my face, and it was a mess.

The old man broke away from my hand and got away triumphantly. He walked to the bed and sat down, looked up at me and said, "You still haven't understood the reason for this?"

"How could I understand." I still roared angrily.

The old man cracked his mouth and smiled, and he said for a moment: "In the real world, if you take an apple from your neighbor's house, if he reports it to the police, you will be in big trouble, let alone a felony like murder. In other words, this This kind of thought has been firmly rooted in your consciousness, and this kind of thought will also be carried into your dreams, because when you pull the trigger, your consciousness has already defined your behavior as a crime, so The police will appear, that is to say, the police who arrest you are actually created by you, and they are responsible for stopping your behavior and achieving a result that is consistent with your consciousness, so you appear here."

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore." I took a step forward and continued to shout at the old man angrily, "You caused me to become like this, what should I do?"

"It's very simple, go out." The old man replied very easily, pointing at the door of a prison.

"Shit!" I walked around the cell repeatedly, restless, listening to his answer, I felt like I was being teased by him like a monkey.

The old man stood up and walked to the cell door, gently opened the cell door with his hand, then closed the door again, turned around and looked at me and said, "Do you want to give it a try?"

"How is this possible?" I clearly remember that when I was sent in, the door was locked extremely firmly by the police outside, and there was no handle inside, so it couldn't be opened at all. Seeing the old man open the door easily, I was stunned Living.