Black blood.

"Did you see it?"

Li Ang bit the staple with his teeth and pulled it out. While pointing the stapler at his neck, he calmly showed the blood flow to everyone, "Black blood. In other words, there is indeed the existence of non-element matter."

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"What did you see? Li Ang, calm down first and put down the stapler!"

Professor Jun picked up the square mirror on the table and pointed it at Li Ang, "Look for yourself, it's obviously red blood, you're in too deep!"

Li Ang's mother also hurriedly took out her mobile phone, pointed it at Li Ang and took a few photos, then turned over the phone and said, "Ang'er, look, the blood is red."

Both the mirror and the screen of the mobile phone showed that red blood was flowing from Li Ang's wound.

"Still lying to me."

Li Ang shook his head and said firmly: "I am still hallucinating."

"We didn't lie to you!"

Professor Jun shouted: "You subconsciously know that if you accept the current situation and consolidate your personality, the hallucination symptoms will gradually subside until they disappear completely.

Some parts of your subconscious don't want this, so they create visions and change the color of blood.

It makes you think that the hallucination is still going on."

"Lying."

Li Ang held his breath and concentrated, with veins popping up on his forehead, trying desperately to drive his thoughts.

The dark blood flowing out of the wound on his palm really began to flow back as he imagined, covering the palm and forming a black glove.

He raised his palm and asked calmly: "Is this also a vision?"

"Leon, can you put down the stapler first?"

Professor Jun looked a little pale and said in a deep voice: "From our perspective, you are just showing off your bleeding palms.

This is real, not an illusion.

Can you help us and yourself?"

"Help? That's right. In this world, if I continue to be 'paranoid' and hurt myself,

It will be considered as an unqualified personality and needs to be ‘reinvented’ again.

Create the No. 9 Li Ang, right?"

Li Ang tensed the palm of his left hand hard, exerting all his will to control the black blood to twist and deform, changing into the shape of a hand crossbow.

"This time, you should have seen it, right?"

"What do you see? Ang'er, we can't see anything!"

Li Ang's mother screamed anxiously. In the mirror, it was indeed him who was making pistol gestures with the palm of his left hand that was bleeding continuously.

"The last world was fake, this world is fake, it's all fake."

Li Ang held the stapler in his right hand, pointed it at his neck, and said calmly: "The last world deliberately gave me powerful power and hoped that I would be addicted to it.

If I am not tempted and out of control, I will create a new world of matryoshka dolls.

No, to be precise, this world is the ultimate trap - the existence of Jushan Sanatorium perfectly explains the whole story.

I am a carefree young master from a wealthy family, with wealthy parents, a considerate little maid, and a promising and prosperous life waiting for me.

I only need to do one thing - accept the fact that [I once woke up in a fantasy world, and this is the real world].

If you don't accept it, you will be humanely destroyed and rebuilt.

Haha, the man behind the design of all this is very smart and has a deep understanding of human nature. He designed two or even more illusions just to kill my will. I will not let him get his wish..."

As Li Ang spoke, he pushed the window of the study room with his elbow. From here to the ground, it was four stories high.

"Ang'er, what are you going to do? Don't do anything stupid!"

Li Ang's mother was so frightened that she raised her voice several times, and the caregivers and attendants were also ready to move, ready to pounce to stop him at any time.

"This is really reality!"

Professor Jun urged: "If you don't believe it, how about taking a helicopter and flying around in the sky? Look at the bustling cities and the real people.

Dreams can’t simulate that much.”

"Isn't the last world very real?"

Li Ang asked back: "No matter who created the illusion to trap me, he is very powerful and can even simulate an entire world easily."

"To take a step back, suppose there really is something out there, be it gods, Buddha, or even aliens! Maybe they designed to trap you for your own good?"

Leon's mother begged and said: "Just like "The Matrix", maybe when you wake up from the 'illusion', you face a worse reality? Maybe sinking into the illusion itself is what you want?"

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"..."

Li Ang was silent for a moment. This possibility does exist. Assuming that he is in a brain in a vat, what existence would consume a lot of resources for this just to indulge himself in the illusion?

"Ang'er, this is your home phone, it's been connected."

Li Ang's father, who had been silent since just now and clicked on his phone, showed the phone screen to Li Ang and said, "That's Chai Cuiqiao on the other end of the phone. She wants to talk to you."

The external play button was turned on, and the familiar female voice came from the phone microphone.

"Hello? Is this Master Li Ang?"

"...Yes."

"Master, are you discharged from the hospital? It's great. I know that good people have their own destiny! Huhuhu, when will you come back? I'll cook for you. Oh, in fact, during this period, I will cook for you every night before going to bed.

I will all pray to God to bless you and keep you safe..."

A clear female voice rang out on the phone,

Li Ang subconsciously smiled happily, and many fragmented memories appeared in his mind.

The phone conversation lasted for a long time before the other end finally hung up.

Li Ang's father put away his mobile phone and said in a deep voice: "Did you see it? There are many people in this world who love you and care about you, so don't do stupid things."

"It's great, such a life..."

Li Ang spoke in a complicated tone, silently retracting one leg that stepped out of the window sill, and throwing the stapler out of the window.

Parents, entourage, doctors, and caregivers, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, the next second, Li Ang raised the "hand crossbow" made of non-yuan material and aimed it at his temple.

"It's a pity, I still want to know the truth."

Li Ang whispered: "Why did the last world end when I was about to completely merge with Weiyuan matter?

Why am I the only one in this world who can see non-substance?

Maybe the god who created multiple illusions didn't deliberately keep such a thing, but he couldn't change it and delete the existence of the non-substance..."

"Leon, I don't care what you saw in your hallucination, right now you are pointing the metal bolt of the window at your temple."

Professor Jun was afraid of irritating Li Ang, so he said slowly: "This is the real world, down to earth, the real world."

Li Ang said calmly: "Professor Jun."

"What's wrong?"

"The characters in dreams often come from reality. Maybe in real reality, I know you too,"

Li Ang smiled slightly, pressed his fingers little by little, pressed the trigger of the crossbow, and let the tip of the crossbow pierce the skin of his temple, "When you wake up again, it may be a battlefield filled with artillery fire;

Maybe it will be a distant and lonely galaxy;

Maybe it will be a tragic and desperate doomsday;

No matter what, I will embrace the truth, even if the truth may not be what I want.

See you in the new world."

Bang!
Chapter completed!