Chapter 90: Real Illusion (1)

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The name "Mom" should have brought reassurance to a sick and weak person, but after hearing these words, Yi Han only felt a sense of strangeness and horror.

"Something is wrong, wake up!" In the confused brain, the subconscious mind was frantically warning.

I don’t know how long I struggled.

Yi Han finally woke up suddenly.

"...Where is this?" Yi Han was sweating profusely and breathing lightly. As he saw the scene clearly, he felt that the memories that had been deliberately suppressed before were gradually returning.

The place where he was lying at that moment was a bedroom. The ceiling above was decorated with a rounded ceiling, and a snowflake-shaped ceiling lamp hung in the middle.

Yi Han stared at the lamp with his eyes open, frowning slightly.

This is his home - not the home in the escape game, but his home in the real world. To be more specific, it should be said: this is the home in the real world where he lived when he was 10 years old.

When Yi Han was younger, he lived with his grandparents. He returned to his parents after he went to school. When he was 10 years old, his parents died in an accident. He replaced the snowflake-shaped lamp in his room a few days before the accident. After dealing with his parents' funeral, he moved out of the house.

"Since the lamp is still there, the time of this illusion should be during those days."

Yi Han stretched out his hand to take a look, then lifted the quilt to reveal his body in pajamas, and he was sure that his appearance had returned to what it was like when he was 10 years old.

"Why did you bring me back to this time? Do you want to trap me here?"

He exhaled weakly and looked around the room. He felt that the scene was very real this time. There was no fog that restricted his movements when he first entered the illusion created by the hypnotist. The bedroom door was open. From where he was lying, he could see the sofa and paintings in the living room. On the other side, the curtains were half-closed. The neighborhood, green trees, and sunset outside the window were also very real, not like a dream.

Yi Han took a few more minutes to relax and felt that his temperature should have dropped a little, but his body was still very weak. He tried to prop himself up and sit up. A wet towel, which had been warmed by his temperature, fell on his forehead.

Thinking of the person who had just put an ice towel on him in a daze, Yi Han frowned again.

He is the only one in the bedroom now, and there is no movement in the living room. The room is quiet and I wonder if that person is still at home.

Yi Han hesitated for a moment, then decided not to say anything. He moved quietly and got out of bed.

The most important issue at the moment is to quickly find out the conditions for passing this illusion. He doesn't know whether the time he spends here is the same as the real time flow in the "Hide and Seek" level. With the enemy at hand, Jian Lin and Xiao Hei don't know what's going on, so he has to go back quickly.

Yi Han had no idea how to leave, but it was definitely the right thing to do to ensure his own safety first.

He tried to call the system in his mind, but got no response. Then he looked around the room and found that the phone with the escape game app was not with him. It seemed that the hypnotist had blocked all possible ways to get clues to pass the game.

Yi Han recalled that when he was in a coma due to a high fever, his memory of the game was actually blocked at first, but perhaps because he had a buff that made him immune to mind control, his memory gradually recovered after he woke up.

"This level is a bit difficult..." Yi Han sighed.

There is no system, no mobile phone, no prompts, no props, and even the body has become like a sick child, powerless and helpless. There is no telling what fatal crisis there is. It would be very difficult to find a way to leave the illusion with this body.

Just as he was about to leave the room to see if there were any clues, Yi Han suddenly heard a few sounds of slippers stepping lightly on the floor.

He immediately stopped and listened carefully, then he realized that the footsteps were not coming towards the bedroom.

According to Yi Han's memory of the layout of the house, the man should be in the kitchen.

Yi Han turned his head and looked around. There was only a bed and a study table in his bedroom. On the table were elementary school textbooks, exercise books, and some stationery.

He picked up a utility knife, put two sturdy pens in his pocket, and then tiptoed out of the bedroom.

After stepping out of the room, the sounds from the kitchen sounded clearer.

The footsteps were not frequent, and were mixed with the faint gurgling sound of a soup pot and soft humming, like a gentle mother waiting for the soup to be cooked.

Yi Han remembered the feeling of "her" fingers touching his face, and he intuitively felt that this "person" who played his mother might... not bring him danger. However, intuition was never trustworthy, and his current fighting power was too low, so he did not want to rashly come into contact with the "person" in the kitchen.

He walked quietly around the dining room and into the living room.

The furnishings here are exactly the same as I remember, and are more full of life.

On the sofa was a thin coat that Yi Han's father had casually thrown aside, on the coffee table were tissues and snacks, and on the TV cabinet were handicrafts that the family of three had bought when they went traveling.

The wall clock in the living room seemed to be broken, with the hands and electronic numbers stopped, making it impossible for him to tell the exact date.

"If now is a few days before something happens to them, then could the condition for passing the level be to prevent it from happening before they die unexpectedly?" Yi Han thought.

But this speculation was quickly denied, because saving his parents would not benefit the hypnotist at all, and he would not set up such a way to pass the level.

After walking around the living room, Yi Han didn't find anything else. The only thing he gained was that he replaced the utility knife in his hand with the fruit knife in the fruit basket, hoping that if he really encountered danger, the knife could save his fragile life.

After searching the living room, he went to the master bedroom. There was nothing special about this room. There was just a double bed and a standing dressing mirror at the door.

Yi Han passed by the mirror and took a casual glance, only to find that he was indeed a weakling now: when he was 10 years old, he was not tall and thin. At this moment, his face was a sickly red due to the fever, and his lips were very pale. In general, he looked so weak that anyone could crush him to death with just a hand.

When he walked into the room, he saw a neatly made bed, but the door of the closet next to it was open. Yi Han still remembered that his mother liked to open one side of the closet door, saying that it would allow more ventilation and dilute the formaldehyde in the closet.

He glanced at the clothes in the closet through the open door and found that they were all the ones his parents wore in his memory, nothing unusual.

In front of the cabinet against the wall is a hanging iron, and next to it is the bedside table.

On the bedside table, Yi Han finally saw what he was looking for.

An electronic alarm clock.

He picked it up and pressed the button to adjust it to display the current year, month and day. The moment he saw the numbers on it, Yi Han was stunned.

"...Xiaohan, are you awake?"

At this moment, a light female voice suddenly came from the kitchen.

Yi Han heard her footsteps coming out of the kitchen and walking slowly towards the bedroom next door.

He stuffed the alarm clock into his arms, trying to avoid it, but he was caught in a dilemma.

To get from the kitchen to the bedroom, one only has to pass through the dining room, and in this direction, one can see two bedroom doors at the same time. In other words, if Yi Han goes out now, he might run into that "person" head-on.

But if he didn't go out, when that "person" walked to the door of the second bedroom, she would see at a glance that he was no longer in bed. At that time, "she" only needed to walk one meter to the side to block him who was hiding in the master bedroom.

This was a dangerous choice on both sides, but he had to make a decision quickly.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yi Han decided to rush out at the first opportunity.

"If I hide in the room, I will just be trapped." He gritted his teeth, stepped out of the room decisively and quickly.

The door of the master bedroom was not facing the dining room, which gave Yi Han room to hide. He ran to the door as quietly as possible, catching the other person's footsteps in his ears, and glanced at the doors of the living room and dining room with the corner of his eyes as he crossed, but he didn't see anyone there.

"...Xiao Han?" The female voice sounded again, separated from Yi Han by a wall.

She saw herself.

Yi Han didn't look back. He held the knife in one hand and opened the door with the other. Unexpectedly, the security door opened immediately without any resistance.

Before the footsteps behind him turned the corner, Yi Han rushed out the door.

His home was on the second floor. Yi Han ran downstairs without looking back. He didn't hear anyone chasing him, but he didn't dare to stop.

Only after he ran out of the unit door, followed the road based on his memory, left the residential building, and reached the gate of the community did Yi Han stop and lean against the wall beside the doorway to catch his breath.

My physical exercise ability is really not good now. I feel dizzy after running for just a few minutes.

Yi Han rubbed his forehead and looked behind him, but he didn't find anything chasing him. There were several buildings between him and he didn't know what his own house looked like, or whether there was a ghost staring at him viciously in front of the window.

It is evening now and it is getting dark.

"Does this count as escaping?" There were not many people in the community, and no sound. Yi Han didn't dare to stay there for fear. He took a few breaths and turned around to walk out the door.

There is a wide road outside the door, with many vehicles passing by.

Across the road was a street full of restaurants nearby. Yi Han crossed the traffic and finally saw the living people in this illusion who could walk and talk, and heard some happy laughter.

Yi Han looked at the restaurant signs that were lighting up in the evening sky, stood for a while, and reached out to take out the small electronic clock in his arms.

The time on the screen showed September 24, 2010.

It had been five days since his parents passed away.

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