After falling into a coma, Su Mingan's consciousness fluctuated.
He vaguely heard the voices of two people.
"——At three o'clock in the morning, I received the news of Chao Yan's death." Xiao Jingsan's voice.
“——Yes.” The voice of the gods.
"——Did you kill her?" Xiao Jingsan's voice.
"Yes. Your resistance this time has failed. Su Mingan cannot escape from my control, he belongs to me." The laughter of the gods.
Xiao Jingsan was silent for a long time.
"——Before the world is reset, can I ask you to set him free?" Xiao Jingsan said.
"——You should know that the winner of the game is eligible to obtain all the spoils, and I will not let him go. Moreover, I am not going to reset the world this time. I am very satisfied with this world line." The voice of the gods.
"——You!" Xiao Jingsan's anxious voice.
"——But if you are worried, you can stay with him and accompany him." The voice of the god.
Xiao Jingsan was silent for a long time.
"——Xiao Jingsan, why do you have such strong feelings for him? You and him are not familiar with each other now, right?" The voice of the god: "I have always been confused by human emotions."
"——Because you are just a lifeless thing." Xiao Jingsan said coldly.
"——It doesn't matter what you say. I will let him spend these twenty days safely, and after everything is over, I will send him out of this world safely." The voice of the gods: "I will lock him up, do you want to accompany him?"
Xiao Jingsan was silent for a long time again.
Until his voice became low, hoarse, and trembling, like the last wisp of wind.
"——Okay." Xiao Jingsan's voice.
…
After that, Su Mingan had a very long dream.
In his dream, a girl held his hand and led him through the blooming lilies. Her calloused hands were a little rough, and they touched his palm lines. She whispered in his ear, "Detective."
It was as if something was sprouting and growing in his heart. It was a kind of care and happiness like that of a family member that he had never experienced before.
He had never seen anything like it.
After they walked along a long snowy road, he came to the seaside. A female doctor carrying herbs came out of the house and called him with a smile - "Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Her smile was reflected in the sunset by the sea, like layers of burning clouds. The cross necklace on her chest fluttered in the wind. At this moment, he felt a deep, breathtaking, and long-lasting emotion.
What is this?
He had never experienced anything like this.
He and she sat side by side in the sunset, neither of them speaking.
Occasionally, they would stand up and walk slowly on the beach for a while. The sea breeze blew her black hair, and her hair had a fresh lemon scent.
“——Su Mingan, wake up, wake up!”
Occasionally, Su Mingan would hear some sounds, which were hazy and not clear.
He would often struggle with this sound, trying to wake himself up, because he had very strong thoughts - he was not used to comfort and happiness. These would burn him and make him panic.
However, the girl said: "This is the reality, please don't fall asleep. Those voices that wake you up actually want you to sink into a nightmare. The dream is desperate and painful, and it will be the beginning of a lifetime of pain."
Occasionally, Su Mingan would see a fluttering butterfly on the beach.
The butterfly told him that this was reality, that he was born to be happy, not to be in trouble, that he was born to be happy, not to be in pain, that he was born to be peaceful, not to be crazy. This was the real utopia.
"Do you like it here?" the girl asked him.
Su Mingan just shook his head. He vaguely felt that something was wrong here.
"Why?" The girl didn't understand.
"I don't belong to happiness." Su Mingan said.
The reason why he did not accept it was not because there was not enough happiness here, but because he was afraid of happiness.
At this moment, he felt his fingers getting hot. Although there were no ornaments on his fingers, it seemed as if there was a ring that shouldn't be there that was getting hot.
He looked up at the butterfly.
——The butterfly should have a special meaning in his memory, so much so that when he thought of the image of the butterfly, his heart trembled. But when he looked at the butterfly at this moment, he could not remember what this meaning was.
So, this is just a dream.
He wanted to wake up, until his consciousness faded away little by little.
When he completely broke through the dream, all the happiness disappeared. The girl looked at him and sighed softly, as if she was looking at some arrogant creature who knew it was impossible but still did it.
…
Su Mingan opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling in front of him.
——Where did he go after being knocked unconscious by Xiao Jingsan in the car?
“Tick-tock. Tick-tock.”
He heard a faint sound, like liquid falling.
So he turned his head and saw a heavy iron chain on his right wrist. Blood flowed down his palm and he felt a cold pain. He had returned to his body.
Until there was a creaking sound, and someone pushed the door open and walked in.
Xiao Jingsan, dressed in modern clothes, walked in slowly with his eyebrows downcast. The wooden sign on his waist jingled, and his high ponytail moved in the wind. He held a pipe in his hand, and smoke rings floated.
At this moment, it was as if some broken mirrors were pieced together, and Su Mingan heard his own rapid breathing.
Xiao Jingsan's expression was shrouded in gloom, like the mist in the forest, and the smile he usually had on his face had completely disappeared. Until he met Su Mingan's eyes, he seemed to want to smile, but his facial muscles were so stiff that his smile was distorted into a half-crying, half-smiling expression.
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