planet reborn

"None of this is true." I kept repeating this sentence in my mind so that I could make the best decision. A picture flashed before my eyes. In the company's break room, a dirty hand touched

On Xiaoxue's thigh, there was a playful smile and Xiaoxue's eyes, and the dirty hand gradually reached into her skirt. Suddenly, my nerves became tense, and anger took over my reason, and it commanded without hesitation

My finger pulled the trigger hard.

He fell on the table like a pile of soft cow dung. The blood flowing out of the hole in his forehead accumulated in a puddle on the table. After he came out of the barn, he fell to the wooden floor, making a crisp sound, a kind of

Pleasure that I have never experienced before also flows through my body. A kind of pleasure.

It feels hard to breathe. There is a breath accumulated in my chest, which seems to be erupting, but it is difficult to find an outlet. It is lingering in the chest, squeezing the internal organs, muscles and bones, which makes my body tremble slightly.

Although it was very depressing, it was also indescribably joyful.

Just when I was still experiencing this wonderful feeling, my thoughts were interrupted by the screams of women everywhere. The cafe was already in a mess, and people were running outside. The tables and chairs that had been knocked down were scattered everywhere.

The sound of shattering utensils on the ground was intertwined, and I saw everyone's faces were distorted with fear at this scene, and they fled the crime scene as quickly as possible to prevent me, the murderer, from harming them.

I turned my head and looked at the old man in confusion. He had disappeared, leaving only two empty coffee cups on the table. I had been teased, I had been deceived, and I felt a huge loss and panic.

Okay. The corpse was still lying on the table, and the blood was still flowing. It really made my blood almost solidify. At this time, the cafe was empty, and I was the only one still standing there holding the pistol.

The shrill siren heralded my fate, and the outside was crowded with police cars with flashing lights. A large number of heavily armed policemen had surrounded the cafe, and a voice warned me through the electric horn: "You have been arrested."

Surrounded, put down your weapons, come out and surrender, or we will open fire."

I feel aggrieved. Tears are already welling up in my eyes. I really want to explain what happened just now. The mastermind behind the murder who instigated me has disappeared, leaving me, a poor fool, here. I no longer have the strength to continue.

I went to hold the pistol, and it slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. I bit my lip and tried to follow the police's order. But my legs no longer obeyed my command and just stood there straight.

, making it difficult for me to move forward.

I watched the police break in, throw me to the ground, hold my limbs tightly, and then cuff my hands behind my back. The cold handcuffs squeezed my wrists until it hurt. My face was pressed against

On the floor, I could only see a few leather shoes swaying in front of my eyes. I tried my best to resist, but I couldn't. I was a murderer.

The cell was very small, with only a simple bed and a small door above my head. Iron bars as thick as my thumb blocked my connection with the outside world. I roared in this cage like a wild beast, slapping my cheeks hard.

, I smashed my fists against the thick wall and tore my hair hard. I did everything in order to make me

I woke up from the dream, I want to go out, I don’t want to stay in this place. I want to go home, this is just a dream, I keep hinting and warning myself. But it is in vain, saliva flows down the corner of my mouth,

My finger had been smashed, and the pain from the wound clearly told me that this was real. I had killed someone and now I had been arrested.

Finally, I fell hard on the bed and smelled the damp smell on the sheets. I had to accept this reality. I huddled up and hugged my shoulders, trembling constantly. The beautiful moments of my life were like a slideshow.

Flashes before my eyes, but these will never come back.[

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

This was like a signal, instantly activating the rage in my body again. I jumped up from the bed. The old man was standing in front of me, still looking at me calmly and smiling. I grabbed his collar and pulled him

He roughly pushed against the opposite wall and yelled at him, while tears flowed out uncontrollably: "Why did you harm me like this? I killed someone. Do you know that I will be executed by them? Why did you

This hurts me."

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

I retorted: "Then why am I here? This is true. Stop lying to me! I am 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. 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 rise and fall violently, and sweat and tears intertwined on my face, making it a mess.

The old man broke off my hand and got away proudly. He walked to the bed and sat down, looked up at me and said, "You still don't understand the truth?"

"How could I understand?" I yelled still angrily.

The old man smiled widely, and for a moment he said: "In the real world, if you took an apple from your neighbor's house, if he reported the crime, you would be in big trouble, let alone a serious crime like murder. In other words, this

This thought has been firmly rooted in your consciousness, and this thought will also be brought into your dreams

environment, because when you pull the trigger, your consciousness has already defined your behavior as a crime, so the police appear. In other words, the police who arrest you are actually your creations, and they are responsible for stopping you.

The behavior 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 angrily at the old man: "You made me become like this, what should I do?"

"It's very simple, just walk out." The old man pointed at the prison door and answered easily.

"Bullshit!" 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. With a slight movement of his hand, the cell door opened. Then he closed the door again. He turned around and looked at me and said, "Would you like to give it a try?"

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

Lived.