I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 905 Giving Up Treatment

night.

After having dinner at the downtown commercial plaza, Hongye went home, and Lu Ban and Amber didn't linger outside either, going straight back to their neighborhood near Jiangcheng University.

While Amber was changing clothes and taking a shower, Lu Ban turned on his computer.

He recalled that he had gone to the real estate agency because he wanted to experience the villa. It was only after seeing something strange that he discovered a murder case that had occurred there. Later, the murderer came to his door, and with the help of his family and friends, he was brought to justice.

Even so, the murderer seemed to be mentally unstable, and considering the bizarre way his companion died, Lu Ban felt something was amiss.

After consulting the few available resources online, Lu Ban suddenly let out a long sigh.

His obsession with this case wasn't driven by a sense of justice, but rather by the fact that it was the most "unusual" event he had ever encountered.

My past daily life was filled with exotic dangers, strange things, and indescribable great beings.

It's really hard to get used to going back to normalcy.

If the truth of this case cannot touch upon the extraordinary in Lu Ban's understanding, then how should he wake up from this illusion?

Or perhaps, one can only return to the real world after spending an ordinary but wonderful life here and eventually passing away?

Lu Ban even imagined what it would be like if he really grew old and died here, and woke up to find himself in a mental hospital again.

"This world exists based on my understanding; it contains people I know, and situations I don't know about shouldn't occur..."

Lu Ban pondered.

Generally speaking, when you find yourself trapped in an illusion created based on your past, the way to find the flaws is to see what things you don't know that have appeared in the illusion.

That's the normal situation. If this illusion was constructed by the "Dark One," then as an incarnation of an Outer God, he could be almost omniscient. What Lu Ban knew and didn't know, the "Dark One" should also know.

Therefore, Lu Ban could not have predicted what would happen in this world.

When Lu Ban met Trist, he was filled with emotion.

Those who have died now live in this illusion.

They have their own lives, memories, and future.

As long as they continue to immerse themselves in this, at least they can achieve an ordinary and unremarkable life.

No one dies without regrets; it's just that when fate arrives, no one can refuse.

If we gave them another chance now, would things be different?

"what's wrong?"

A gentle voice came from behind him. Lu Ban turned around and saw Amber wearing a pink and blue cat-themed pajama, peeking out of the room door.

Is there anything you'd like to do?

Lu Ban asked.

"Ok?"

Amber tilted her head, puzzled.

"For example, where you want to go, what you want to eat, or who you want to see."

Lu Ban continued.

Why are you suddenly asking this?

Amber found it strange. She went into Lu Ban's room, sat on the bed, put her hands by her sides, and gently scratched Lu Ban's quilt with her fingers. She bit her lower lip and thought for a moment.

"I'm fine as I am. I wish time could stand still forever."

He then said this.

Even if it's fake?

Lu Ban was silent for a moment, then asked.

Amber listened to Lu Ban's words without saying anything, but looked at him with a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

"You still think it's all an illusion."

She said, sounding somewhat distressed.

"You believe that we are all fake, and only that threatening other world, the world of the evil god, is real."

Before Lu Ban could answer, Amber swallowed hard, as if she had thought of something, and continued to speak.

"……you are right."

After a long silence, Amber finally spoke.

“This is indeed an illusion, everything is fabricated. I am long dead, now just a ghost, clinging to the beauty of life, because once you find a way to leave, I will never wake up again.”

Hearing Amber's words, Lu Ban's heart skipped a beat.

This wasn't because he had actually found a flaw in the illusion, but rather because Amber was saying it according to her own will.

She was like a patient who had given up on treatment, choosing to accept death, even if it would bring endless suffering.

Amber stood up, gently hugged Lu Ban, and sniffed.

"It's okay, I'll help you find a way out of here, but you absolutely mustn't hurt yourself, okay?"

The girl murmured softly.

Lu Ban knew very well that for Amber, this world was the real one, and for his sake, she chose to admit that her life had always been a lie.

This situation frequently occurs during the treatment of mental illness.

Mental illness not only torments the patients themselves, but also their families.

When faced with patients who have cognitive impairments, family members often have to give up many things and even have to live in accordance with the patient's delusions.

Lu Ban did not respond, but he could feel the girl in his arms trembling.

The moonlight was cold and clear, just like memories, dim and lifeless.

……

……

When Lu Ban woke up, he saw the ceiling that was becoming more and more familiar.

He stretched and got out of bed, and naturally, Amber was nowhere to be seen.

Hearing the sounds of the gas stove and range hood coming from the kitchen, Lu Ban got out of bed and saw Amber wearing an apron, busy at the stove.

"You're awake! Go wash up, breakfast will be ready soon."

Amber greeted Lu Ban with joy.

"it is good."

Lu Ban went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and saw that he looked quite presentable. He reached out, picked up one of the two toothbrushes, and quickly finished washing up.

Breakfast was tomato and egg noodles. Although the taste was still hard to describe, Amber's cooking skills had improved from being completely inedible to at least being able to eat it without dying in the past week.

"I'll just order takeout next time."

Lu Ban said.

"No, takeout is too greasy, it'll make me fat."

Amber refused outright, but as she looked at Lu Ban, a smile involuntarily crept onto her face.

"By the way, what happened to the story about the island you told me about last time?"

"Hmm, a poetry festival?"

Lu Ban recalled the story he had told Amber about his adventures in another world the night before, which ended right at the beginning of the Poetry Festival.

During this time, Amber truly acted as if she were a character in a dream world, patiently following Lu Ban's train of thought, and even letting Lu Ban recount her exotic adventures.

Seeing how intently she listened to his story, Lu Ban felt a mix of emotions.

However, he understood very well that no matter what the cost, he had to return to the real world.

Indulging in this dream will only lead to stagnation.

Just as Lu Ban was about to continue recounting the passing of the red leaves and the burning pure fire, his WeChat vibrated. He glanced at the message notification and saw that it was from Trist.

[Old Cui]: We've caught the serial killer.

[Old Cui]: He said he wants to see you, Lu Ban.

Chapter 906 is today.

In the dimly lit interrogation room, Drizzt sat in the shadows, looking at the man in front of him.

This man was plain-looking, like any other passerby you'd see anywhere. You'd never remember any of his features after just one glance. Countless people in life, like him, have passed away like the wind. If he hadn't been sitting at this table, Trist was quite certain he would never have crossed paths with this man.

This is the kind of man who has committed numerous crimes; at least according to the police, he has killed six people.

Moreover, he not only killed them, but also used various cruel methods to mutilate their corpses, as if performing some kind of evil sacrificial ritual.

If it weren't for the clues provided by Lu Ban, he would probably have escaped again this time.

After all, who would have thought that he would actually dare to usurp another person's identity in broad daylight and swagger in and out of crime scenes?

According to other employees of the real estate agency, they had seen this man come and go before, but no one paid him any attention and just assumed he was new. This cold social atmosphere gave him an opportunity to take advantage of the situation. In fact, when this man was posing as a real estate agent, he actually helped clients sign several rental contracts.

Drizzt had never seen a prisoner like this before.

They caught the criminal at the train station. He had just arrived at his seat and was helping the elderly person next to him carry their suitcase onto the shelf when he was stopped by the railway police. The elderly person next to him looked completely bewildered.

Once inside the interrogation room, the man remained silent, showing no change in the face of the police and evidence.

It's important to understand that reality isn't like the movies. People with the mental fortitude to outmaneuver and outmaneuver the police are practically nonexistent. Furthermore, modern law enforcement emphasizes evidence, unlike in foreign countries where arrests are made without absolute certainty.

Once inside the interrogation room at the detention center, faced with overwhelming evidence, it would be considered a sign of strong mental fortitude for a normal person not to burst into tears within ten minutes. Yet this man remained unmoved and silent in the face of such irrefutable evidence.

He didn't consult a lawyer, showed no interest in the evidence, and just sat there.

Until half an hour ago, he finally spoke.

“You should know someone named Lu Ban. I’d like to meet him.”

"That's what the man said."