planet reborn

"I come here almost every day?" I thought about the meaning behind this sentence, and the answer was already obvious in my mind, but I didn't dare to say it out loud.

The old man encouraged me and said, "When you come to a conclusion, you should speak out boldly."

"Am I in a dream?" I finally said what was in my heart.

The old man grinned, his snow-white teeth standing out. He leaned forward and said, "Is the conclusion I have drawn more straightforward than mine, and can you accept it yourself?"

"How is this possible?" My heart relaxed a little, but I still planned to go back to my own conclusion: "I didn't feel that I was in a dream, everything was very real? The coffee is bitter and very hot, I can

I can feel pain even when I hit myself. How could this be in a dream?"

The old man watched with interest as I hit and pinched his arm. Finally, he waved his hand and said, "It seems I need to let you show me a more convincing example."

I saw his hand touching his waist. When his hand returned to the table again, a pistol was held in his palm. My heart suddenly tightened. I looked at the people walking around in panic and asked: "You

What to do?"

"I'll give you an example." The old man replied without taking it seriously. He raised his gun, pointed it at a woman passing by, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"What the hell are you doing!!" After the gunshot, I jumped up from the chair, and blood rushed into my brain instantly, making me feel extremely frightened. The woman slowly fell to the floor, with the blood on her temple

Black plasma spurted out of the blood hole, and my heart almost exploded. I turned around and yelled at the old man: "You killed her!! You killed someone!" [

The old man put the gun on the table, leaned back on the chair calmly, looked at me calmly and said, "I killed a person, but it doesn't matter because it's not real."

"What?" I suddenly realized that the murder did not cause any abnormalities in the coffee shop. Everyone was still doing their own things, and the music was still playing and the "buzz" of the coffee machine was still working.

Together, a middle-aged man in front of the counter looked at his watch impatiently, waiting for the coffee he wanted. When he got the coffee, he walked over the corpse as if he had seen it, and left in a hurry.

"How is it? It's very attractive." The old man motioned for me to sit down and said.

I could hear my heartbeat clearly. The panic just now prevented me from regaining my composure for the time being. I did it again and faced the old man's calmness. I didn't know what to say. I had a lot of things to ask, but do you have any questions?

Know where to start.

The old man finished the cup of coffee and seemed a little unsatisfied. He waved to the waiter and ordered another cup, and then continued to say to me: "The dream world is illusory. You can do whatever you want, but first you must learn

How to take control of it all.”

"Control?" I gradually calmed down my rapid breathing. The thirst in my mouth made me eagerly pick up the coffee and drink it. I forgot to add sugar. The coffee tasted terribly bitter, but I still drank it in one breath.

.

"Yes, control, the primary essence of the dream world."

"Elementary." I snorted and said, "Then what is advanced?"

The old man shook his head: "Now is not the time to tell you that those things are dangerous to you when you have no control over the world."

I pondered the old man's words and subconsciously picked up the pistol placed on the table. The gun body was black and had a matte metal texture. Due to the firing just now, it was still slightly warm in my hand, and the smell of gunpowder was still strong.

Strong. I played with the pistol and murmured: "How is this possible? This gun is so real. How could it be in a dream?"

"Would you like to give it a try?" the old man suddenly asked me.

"What are you trying?" I raised my head and looked at him doubtfully.

When he winked at me, I understood what he meant. I quickly put the gun back on the table, shook my head and said, "I don't want to, this is not fun."

"Look?" The old man pointed to the ground.

The body had disappeared, and even the blood around it was gone. I asked the old man in surprise: "Where is the body?" [

The old man laughed so hard that his shoulders shook and said, "What else do you have to worry about? In the real world, I don't want to be the instigator. This is the world of dreams, and I hope you can experience it, so that in the future,

Only then can you better understand and control your world."

"Can I really do it?" My fear was replaced by a sudden surge of curiosity, but I still hesitated.

"That person behind you." The old man pointed behind me again.

I am too familiar with that figure from behind. A bald middle-aged man. He is my boss. He is one of the few people in this world that I hate. He is an out-and-out hypocritical villain. I have seen his treatment of Xiaoxue.

Sexual harassment makes me have the urge to kill every time I think about it. However, thoughts are thoughts and actions are another matter. It can be said that he controls my future. In this indifferent world,

In this world, everyone has to work hard in exchange for meager returns. We have learned various self-comfort methods to cover up the cruel reality. I often think like this, he still sends his hair on time every month.

He gave me a salary so that I could fill my stomach. Although the value of what I did was far higher than what he gave me, after all, he gave me a chance to survive in this city.

The gun was tightly held in my hand, and an energy seemed to be released at this moment. The weapon is a totem, symbolizing the male genitals. It gives men strength, wisdom and courage. Only when combined perfectly with the weapon, can

He is a real man. Now I have finally found the source of male power, and this pistol is continuously transmitting everything I am missing into my body.

I walked up to him, and my boss was looking down at a pornographic magazine intently. In such a public occasion, there was no trace of concern on his face, but he was enjoying it extremely. This is even more

This made me hate him even more. I was still a little unsure, so I turned to look at the old man, needing some support from his eyes. The old man saw through my thoughts, and he raised his voice and said, "This is how you learn to control yourself."

The first step the world needs to take is that you created it. You can destroy it at any time, just try it."

I held the gun flat, like a shooter in a scholar's movie, and assumed a very standard shooting posture. The crosshair was already placed on his fat and shiny head, and my finger was still gently rubbing the trigger. The last trace of

Hesitation prevented me from completing the firing. I tried my best to adjust my breathing, causing my arms to stop shaking. Sweat fell from my forehead, and I could feel its movement on my face.