In fact, I had no choice.

Unable to leave this illusion, all you can do is stay calm, observe, and then wait for the right opportunity to act.

After that, Lin Mo met his mother.

My mother seemed older than I remembered, around 30 years old. When she came, she started scolding and dragged Lin Mo to apologize to the teachers and classmates.

Lin Mo, who had figured it out, tried his best to cooperate.

But I felt disdainful in my heart.

Chunfeng is completely ridiculous. In real life, his mother died when he was one year old. He had no experience growing up...

Just thinking of this, Lin Mo's expression suddenly changed.

Because he discovered that he had memories of his mother growing up.

It seems that my mother is not dead?

Wait a minute? Something seems wrong.

It's memory.

There is another set of memories. Lin Mo was calm at first, and then tried to find the loopholes in this set of memories, but he didn't find any.

All of a sudden, sweat broke out on my forehead.

The mother felt sorry for her son and really took him to the hospital for a check-up. The result was that there was no problem, but she just asked if he had hit his head before.

Lin Mo said yes.

"I was playing football before and was hit on the back of my head by the ball accidentally. I felt a little dizzy at the time."

"So do you usually like to watch some movies and read novels?"

"right."

"That's right. People of this age like to fantasize. It's normal to be a little confused after getting hit on the head. But young man, you should have recovered by now, right?"

the doctor asked kindly.

Lin Mo nodded.

"It's nothing. Just drink more water, go to bed early, and rest for a few days."

The doctor waved his hand and shouted out the door: "Next!"

On the bus, Lin Mo stared at the scenery outside the window.

This is Luoyan City.

He is very familiar.

This kind of familiarity is not the kind of distant memory that you need to see to remember, but the kind of familiarity that you encounter every day and has been integrated into your life.

right.

Life.

There is a breath of life here, a life that is very familiar to Lin Mo.

At this moment, Lin Mo carefully recalled everything that had happened in the past. He had a feeling, and this feeling was actually very terrifying.

Because he suddenly couldn't tell what was real and what was fake.

"If, those are true, my mental power is very strong. With the cozy cottage, no one can bypass the cozy cottage to influence me."

This is the premise.

Chunfeng couldn't do it either.

This is Lin Mo’s biggest problem. If this is the case, how do you explain everything that is happening now?

And after waking up from class, Lin Mo remembered a lot of things. He remembered the details of life here, each one of them was flawless.

"No, this must be an illusion, and as long as it is an illusion, there must be a flaw. I will find this flaw."

Lin Mo found himself wavering and quickly strengthened his confidence.

Of course, he also knew that there was no need to act like a psycho here.

It makes people laugh at you, and from an indirect point of view, doing so only proves that you have no other way.

"It is better to get familiar with it first, observe, and understand it, and then think of countermeasures."

Lin Mo followed his mother back home.

Dad is here too.

Lin Mo looked at his father, and his father also looked at Lin Mo.

The next moment, Dad started taking off his shoes.

Lin Mo ran quickly, otherwise he would be beaten.

"Lao Lin, what are you doing?" Mom came over and protected Lin Mo.

"This kid is so naughty that he even dares to hit the teacher. Teacher Zhang was very considerate and did not pursue the matter. If it were another teacher, your son would have been expelled from school."

Dad was obviously very angry.

"Let's go together tomorrow and apologize to Teacher Zhang."

"Alright." The old man knew that he couldn't beat his son because his wife was protecting him. If he insisted on beating him, who knows who would get beaten in the end.

Lin Mo looked at his father and mother, his memories colliding and his head aching a little.

"Xiao Mo, come here."

My mother waved at this time.

In the small room, the mother began to interrogate Lin Mo, asking him why he behaved so mischievously at school.

And I also told you, kid, don't try to fool me.

Lin Mo was a little overwhelmed for a moment, so he simply said that he had a dream and encountered very terrifying things in the dream, so he was confused after waking up.

Lin Mo was stunned and asked his mother how she knew.

"How should I know? You don't study hard, and you write nonsense novels all day long. Aren't they full of gods and ghosts? I told you a long time ago not to write such nonsense, but you didn't listen at all. And your dad, he can't tell the difference between the important and the unimportant, and he actually supports you in writing those things."

Lin Mo was stunned.

He remembered that he liked writing novels.

I didn't think of it before, maybe I was really stunned by the ball? Or is this terrifying illusion making adaptive adjustments, making some incredible things reasonable.

Finally, Lin Mo took the initiative to admit his mistake, and his mother let him go.

After my mom went out, my dad sneaked in, closed the door gently and said, "You're always causing trouble."

"Dad can let you do whatever you want, but you can't hit the teacher. Write me a self-criticism and hand it to Teacher Zhang in person tomorrow."

Lin Mo nodded.

Dad was just acting when he pretended to hit him.

If Dad doesn't do this, he will be scolded by Mom.

This is also the tacit understanding between father and son.

Helping each other and covering each other are already a tacit understanding.

This kind of tacit understanding was not acted out. At this moment, Lin Mo's mind immediately flashed back to many times when his father had helped him resolve troubles in the past.

"I was secretly eavesdropping on your mother's conversation at the door just now. Don't worry, if you like writing novels, just keep writing. As a man, you can't let anyone hold you back when doing something you like, especially a woman, not even your mother."

"Thank you, Dad!"

"Alright, I won't say any more, lest I arouse your mother's suspicion. I'm leaving first!"

After saying this, Dad sneaked out again.

Only then did Lin Mo take a closer look at the room.

There are posters of male and female stars on the wall, and half of the bookcase is filled with various novels, including martial arts, science fiction, horror, mystery, mythology, and folk weird stories. The other half is filled with various hand-painted pictures, all of which are drawn by Lin Mo.

He likes these things very much.

Lin Mo thought about it, picked up a pen and paper and drew a portrait on the paper.

The painting shows a girl in a black dress. She has pale skin and a long dress as dark as the night sky. The girl's appearance is naturally impeccable, but her temperament is key. She has resentment and malice, but she doesn't make people feel disgusted.

Holding the paintbrush, Lin Mo looked at the girl in the painting, and then put the painting on the bookshelf.

There is a computer on the table.

Lin Mo remembered that he had asked for it for a long time before buying it.

There were various games inside. Lin Mo clicked on a file shelf with ease, and there were many documents inside.

This is a novel written by Lin Mo, and its name is "Nightmare World".

Rubbing his head, Lin Mo once again fell into some kind of mental confusion caused by the fusion of memories.

At first, he thought that this was an illusion, a trap set by Chunfeng, and it was fake. He was very firm in this idea; but as time went by, his firmness began to waver.

Because he had to stay up until after midnight to write this novel, his mental state was not good during this period. In addition, he hit his head while playing ball, so it seemed normal to have some sequelae.

"So, my mother is not dead, the Lin family is not a hidden sect, and there is no nightmare doomsday... Everything was just a dream I had because I was sleeping in class while writing a novel?"

Lin Mo was silent for a few seconds.

"No, that's not right. It's not a dream. This can't be a dream."

"But if it's not a dream, then what is it?"

After closing his eyes and recalling for a while, Lin Mo suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, right, if this is an illusion, then you can't actually sleep. Let me try. If I can't sleep, then it means this is an illusion."

Lin Mo was lying on the bed at that moment.

My head hurts a bit.

Maybe because he was tired, Lin Mo actually felt a little sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The alarm rang.

Lin Mo looked at the familiar house and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

"I fell asleep, which means that all this is not an illusion."

"But I still feel something is wrong."

Lin Mo thought of a phrase, Zhouzhuang Dream Butterfly.

I don’t know whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of becoming a butterfly, or the butterfly dreamed of becoming Zhuang Zhou.

Next, have breakfast and go to school.

My parents went with us to apologize to Teacher Zhang.

The students in Teacher Zhang's class all called him Lao Zhang, because he was not arrogant, approachable, and a very nice person. He did not intend to pursue the matter of Lin Mo and accepted the apology.

This matter, even if it is over.

Sitting back in the classroom, Lin Mo no longer had the absurd feeling of unreality he had yesterday.

He is quite down-to-earth at this moment.

He turned his head to look at his deskmate Liu Jia, thinking about the relationship between him and her in that 'real dream'.

Just as I was thinking about it, Liu Jia blinked her eyelashes and turned her head to look at me.

"Why are you looking at me?"

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