Dream Guide

When Bishenghua returned to the bar, Bian Ziyuan and Mei Ziqing had already left.

Mei Ziqing seemed to be in a low mood. According to her, it was because she didn't drink the wine prepared by the landlady, but anyone with a discerning eye would know there was another reason at a glance.

A good bartender can indeed make delicious wine, but the true meaning of a bar has never been drinking, whether it is to have fun or to drink to drown sorrows, even if it is just to kill boring time or relieve stress , Drinkers never really come here for the wine tasting, and their interest will never be ruined because of the bartender.

Despite Mei Ziqing's repeated explanations, Bian Ziyuan stubbornly believed that his poor performance tonight caused all this.

He was very upset that he was so cowardly and incompetent that he failed to seize this perfect opportunity to please the beautiful woman. He recalled carefully and believed that Mei Ziqing's failure to directly refuse the harassment from the gangsters was a test of him, and his performance could be described as terrible. After that, he had been immersed in self-blame, sadness and humble uneasiness, and no longer had the courage to say the beautiful words in front of Mei Ziqing that he had already thought about.

The weird man in the corner who was full of death aggravated his mood of falling into hell, causing him to sink into the dark trap of self-denial and even fantasize about the end of the world. He began to feel that the world was full of malice toward him, as if everyone in the bar was laughing at him and looking at him strangely.

He broke up with Mei Ziqing on the street and watched her get into a taxi and disappear into the midnight drizzle.

He walked home in the rain, opened a can of beer, and sat on the sofa with his wet clothes, recalling Mei Ziqing's blurry and beautiful face in the dim light and the faint fragrance wafting from her body. He poured the beer into his stomach, which was already full of alcohol, and then gave the empty beer can a hard stroke, shooting all the desire and disgusting despicableness in his belly into the dark and invisible cavity of the wine can.

He felt endless emptiness, his consciousness was sinking in the darkness, his body was rotting in the hot flashes, and his wet clothes were like a shroud dug out of a coffin.

He threw the beer can into the trash can, letting the liquid flow out and merge with last night's leftovers crawling with cockroaches. He peeled off the shrouds from his body one by one, like a doctor performing delicate surgery, then rushed into the bathroom and rinsed his body with hot water over and over again.

However, the physical filth can be washed away, but the mental haze cannot be dissipated.

He saw Mei Ziqing walking out of the mist in the bathroom, helping him clean the dirt on his body with a touching smile and gentle techniques that he had never seen before. He once again had the urge to release the desire accumulated in his belly, but he saw a mass of death rising in the corner. The coldness from hell shattered the hardness of his body and also shattered the last bit of man's persistence, leaving him in a soft state. Continue to deepen his inferiority complex.

The plum blossom in front of me disappeared in the mist, and only the sound of hot water was left in the bathroom. He saw another Mei Ziqing standing outside the misty glass, looking at him as if he was in another world.

Bian Ziyuan suddenly woke up from oblivion and remembered who he was and the pride that a computer genius once had. The darkness was once again filled with the glory of life, the emptiness was no longer there, and the feeling of fullness filled his body again.

He is determined to return to the world where he should go and use his abilities to change himself and the future of mankind.

He hurriedly dried himself, left the bathroom, and sat in front of the computer. That was the only place where he could display his talent. He wrote down his thoughts at the moment and his determination for the future in familiar code.

Then, he put on the space box and created his own world of consciousness.

He returned to the bar and watched the bartender place a glass of sake on two chopsticks. Before the bartender could make the next move, he slapped his hand on the table, the chopsticks vibrated, and the sake glass accurately fell into the beer glass below, exploding like a deep-sea bomb. The customers sitting in front of the bar cheered, but Bian Ziyuan just smiled slightly and moved the glass of wine in front of Mei Ziqing. The calm expression on his face could not hide the ecstasy in his heart when he saw the beauty's eyes.

The shameless bastard came over to talk to Mei Ziqing again. Bian Ziyuan watched with cold eyes until he showed his fox tail, then he went over, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him out of the bar window. He rushed in with his accomplices fiercely. Bian Ziyuan just pressed the back of his neck gently. His low self-esteem caused by softness was completely gone. From then on, his body became extremely hard, every muscle, every Every inch of the bones is like steel, exuding the luster and smell of metal.

Those poor people were as vulnerable as glass in front of him. When he easily crushed their bones, everyone was impressed by his hardness and strength. No one cared whether he looked ugly or not, and people's eyes began to be intoxicated. , calling frantically:

"Iron Man! Future Soldier!"

Bian Ziyuan liked hearing such a voice, even more than he expected from Mei Ziqing's admiring look. He was pushed to the center of the stage and tossed into the air by the cheering crowd in the confusing light, like a triumphant hero.

However, he immediately met the two cold eyes from the corner. His body immediately returned to softness, his blood returned to coldness, and the humble feeling came over him again.

But he must remain hypocritically strong in the midst of the crazy crowd. He remembered that he had become stronger just by touching his neck. What was behind his neck?

He reached over and felt a slight bump there, like a switch. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't trigger it again, turning him into a man of steel.

The crowd felt that his hardness was no longer strong and dispersed. He was thrown into the air and fell to the ground without anyone to respond. He felt bone-chilling pain and lamented the fragility of the human body. An idea that came out of nowhere began to grow in his mind, spreading like a weed, and eventually took over his consciousness, turning into an ineradicable belief——

Consciousness can choose different bodies. Metal and machine life are the future of mankind!

With the birth of belief, physical pain and the return of consciousness, he woke up from the shock and found that he was still sitting in the dark corner of the bar, and he had finished the glass of strong wine on the table. Mei Ziqing was sitting across from him, looking at him with a half-smile. Behind her was the corner of the bar, where there was still a mass of death, and two cold eyes shot from under the cloak, making people feel as if they were falling into ice. cave.

He stood up, feeling sticky in his pants, but he didn't feel uncomfortable about it. He no longer feels inferior and is no longer lost in the dark road. His strong belief allows him to find his own glory and hope for the future.

He walked out of the bar side by side with Mei Ziqing like a gentleman, put her into a taxi, and watched her disappear into the midnight drizzle.

A month later, Bian Ziyuan took annual leave to travel to Japan. He enjoyed a happy time in Tokyo that he had never experienced before, which completely cured his soft inferiority complex. Then, he walked into an inconspicuous but mysterious underground laboratory, and allowed a robotic arm as flexible as an octopus' arm to implant a chip in the back of his neck.

It was a hot day but I felt cold. I was covered with a blanket and holding a notebook while typing in a bed without air conditioning or fan. I was sweating like rain. This chapter is probably the so-called crystallization of sweat.