planet reborn

The old man said: "I said that you created this world, including this prison. The reason why you can't get out is because your consciousness controls your dreams and allows you to escape according to the rules and patterns of the real world.

You must learn to control this world that belongs to you, break the conventional thinking of reality, fully mobilize your consciousness, and let it serve you instead of restricting you."

I calmed down, looked at the cell door for a long time, and still asked with some uncertainty: "Can I open it?"

"Try it." The old man encouraged me: "Put aside the logic and thinking of the real world and do what you want to do."

I adjusted my breathing, and the strong desire to escape made me stride over, stretched out my arm and slammed the cell door, and it was opened.

"Very good." The old man patted my shoulder and said, "Congratulations on taking the first solid step."

In the dim corridor, the old man and I walked forward one after another. I opened the iron doors one after another. I seemed a little excited, and my steps were eager and messy. The old man followed me closely without saying a word. He

He doesn't look as old as he looks, and his steps are firm. Sometimes he even passes in front of me and opens the cell door in front of me.

"Why are there no guards?" I asked.

"Because you don't want to see them." The old man answered me as he walked.

"Who are you?" I couldn't help but ask.[

The old man turned around and smiled: "I'll tell you."

The two of us came to the yard. It was already dark. Several searchlights on the surrounding high walls lit up the ground. The light beams were constantly patrolling regularly. The two of us walked straight towards the door. There was something like before in the air.

There was a feeling of tranquility. The last door was open, and I reached out excitedly. The door was opened to a small gap, and the two of us got out one after the other.

In front of me was a straight road leading to nowhere, and behind me was the prison I had escaped from. I breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, sirens sounded all around, breaking the silence just now.

The old man smiled at me and said: "Escape from prison is also a serious crime. It seems that you still have a long way to go."

After saying that, he pulled me up and ran down the avenue. I was very scared. The door behind me was opening. I didn't know what would come out of it and asked him, "What should we do?"

The old man replied: "Control your thinking, just like before."

As I ran, I was reciting something as plausibly as a mantra, but the movement behind me became louder and louder. The crowd’s shouts, the roar of car motors, and the searchlights trapped me tightly, which made me even more frightened.

Concentrate.

A car parked on the roadside appeared in front of me. The old man suddenly left me and headed straight for the car. At the same time, he asked me: "What gun do you like?"

"m246." I almost blurted out.

"It's very good. It has great firepower, but it's a little heavy, which makes an old man like me waste some energy." The old man said as he opened the trunk and took out an M246 from inside.

"Hurry up, you drive, I'll stop them." The old man got into the car first with a machine gun and got into the passenger seat.

The prison door has been opened, and the police lights inside are shining. Under the illumination of the searchlights, a large number of police cars rushed out and rushed towards us. The sound of sirens destroyed the tranquility of the night sky, and the airflow was gradually disturbed by a powerful noise.

, there was a strong wind blowing overhead, and a helicopter was approaching at low altitude.

I didn't have time to express any surprise at the M246 machine gun in the old man's hand. I hurriedly jumped into the car, stretched out my hand to touch the ignition switch, and shouted: "Do you have the car key?"

"It's started." The old man had already loaded his gun: "Your subconscious is not under your control now and is operating according to the pattern of the real world! Don't think about the people chasing us, drive the car and let's go!"

I drove the car onto the road, and there was darkness beyond the reach of the headlights. I couldn't tell the direction, so I just stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward. The lights behind me became more and more intense. The reflector of Swagger was completely white, and there was nothing there.

Can't see.[

The old man reached out and opened the sky above his head. Before he got out, he said to me: "Keep calm and learn to control, otherwise they will become more and more numerous."

Before I could say anything, his upper body had already gotten out of the car. At the same time, I heard the roar of machine guns. The police chasing us also opened fire. The bullets flew around and the car was completely broken. My hands were shaking and I couldn't control the direction.

The car swayed from side to side on the road, and the accelerator pedal under my feet seemed to be resisting the pressure I exerted. I had to put all my strength into my right leg to press the accelerator pedal to the bottom again.

The helicopter flew closely close to the car I was driving, and the loud noise disturbed my emotions. A bullet flew into the car and focused on the rearview mirror. The flying glass hit my cheek. I instinctively turned sideways and closed my eyes.

The car suddenly lost its direction and went straight to the drainage pipe on the side of the road.

"Be careful!" the old man shouted above me.

I opened my eyes and felt that the tire on one side of the car had tilted into the drainage pipe. I quickly turned the steering wheel and drove the car back onto the road. The police car behind me was getting closer and closer, and parking warnings sounded all around. The old man was fierce

He patted the roof of the car and shouted: "You must relax and learn to control your subconscious. In your world, I am not omnipotent. There are more and more of them, and I can't stand it anymore."

Smoking empty shells rained down from the sky into the carriage. The choking smell of gunpowder made me cough. I raised my head and looked out. The old man's face flickered in and out in the rhythm of machine gun fire, which made him look very strange.

Determined, this gives me a bit of comfort. In this strange world, there is at least one person standing side by side with me, even though all the troubles I encountered were caused by him. (To be continued...)