Chapter 66: I feel uncomfortable, my tenosynovitis has come on! * …
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Neil knew he was sick.
This disease is called dream drifting disorder. The patient will confuse reality and dreams and cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy.
He dreamed that he had gone to great lengths to push away the obstacles that had been restraining him, and what greeted him was not fresh air, but countless little demons.
They were cunning, treacherous, cruel and merciless, coveting every inch of his flesh. In that world, he was a small cub, or more accurately, a dragon.
But if he were to describe himself in this way, Neil couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. After all, there shouldn't be many people in the world who are as useless as him.
Others were so glorious, but what about him? He ran for 300 miles at the beginning, and was almost pecked to death by a group of little demons. He finally found a way to survive and learned that there was a door here to leave. However, he did not expect that the door they were talking about was a teleportation portal.
Before he could go out, he witnessed a catastrophic war.
A large number of dragons poured into the abyss, spewing flames wantonly. Those demons that were extremely powerful in his eyes fell down like straw. Just avoiding the aftermath of the battle had exhausted all his strength.
He finally managed to hide in a safe area, and when he turned around, he saw a golden little dragon rushing towards him, shouting excitedly, "Prey, don't run away!"
Neil naturally turned around and ran away, but the dragon chased him relentlessly and followed him into the pile of demons.
The demons were immediately angry: "If I can't beat you, then why can't I beat you? You are a newly born dragon, what are you doing here?
It can be said that Neil was completely confused and bewildered throughout the whole process, and he barely survived because of the kills given to him by his allies. If the dragon had not been so proud and chased him so hard, I'm afraid he would not have survived.
At the moment when the young dragon died, he instinctively hid in the other's body, but was snatched back by the glorious dragons. Only then did he escape from the abyss.
And this is only the beginning.
Life after being taken away was even more dangerous, after all, he was a real alien. Not long after, Neil secretly ran away.
I woke up from dreams countless times because of life-threatening situations, and continued to struggle in the next dream.
He once confided these things to his parents, and everyone just comforted him not to think too much, and his parents even found him a psychiatrist. After that, Neil never told anyone else about this.
Maybe for other people, dreams are dreams and reality is reality, but for him, these two things are inseparable.
If he died in the dream, who can tell whether reality was just a dream he had in the dream?
These dreams were intermittent and caused him considerable distress.
In reality, Neil is a well-known genius. However, he suffers from hallucinations repeatedly because of this disease. This is unacceptable to his family.
They tried many methods: medication, therapy, counseling, but nothing worked.
Until recently, Neil dreamed of someone.
The images related to the other person were very blurry, only the pair of blue eyes were clear.
It is like a flowing ocean, and also like the sky that is just around the corner.
When he saw those eyes in real life, he couldn't help but feel happy.
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"I know it may be difficult for you to understand my excitement. Think about it, a person - has always been independent, no one can understand him, and no one can help him. Until you appear, he finds that he has companions. I am not alone, the drowning person can take a breath, he is not a monster in the crowd."
"Isn't that enough?"
Neil's voice was light and soft, as if he was talking to me or to himself.
"All along, everyone looked at me with strange eyes. In their eyes, I was a pity genius because I had a mental illness. Those despicable people stepped on my corpse to seek a sense of superiority, and those who loved me sighed because of this. I was also confused: Maybe they were right, even I was wondering if I was sick. One year, two years, twenty years, since my first dream, I have been entangled in such pain."
Words can kill.
Prejudice is a mountain that cannot be moved, and even geniuses find it difficult to resist. The higher one stands, the more people hope that he will fall down, and it would be best if there is no body left but blood and flesh, so that thousands of people can step on him.
Some people may feel regretful, but more people will just laugh and ridicule.
I pushed the snack in front of him. Neil was stunned for a moment and looked at me in confusion.
I looked at him seriously: "It must be very hard."
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I know what it feels like to be an outlier. Sometimes you don't need to do anything wrong, just have this stain, and anyone can easily make a comment: "Oh, I know him. He's a genius, but unfortunately he's a psychopath."
A drop of ink in clear water requires a thousand times the effort to filter it out. A stain on a white cloth requires dozens of times the effort to clean it out.
People always forget the things they want to forget, but when talking about other people's shortcomings, they can remember them from beginning to end.
Even though he never did anything wrong.
It must be very difficult to live in such an environment, and it must have taken a lot for him to grow into the person he is today.
Neil was silent for a long time, his eyelashes drooping to hide the emotion in his eyes. After a while, he reached out and picked up a dessert and put it into his mouth.
Neil chewed the snack vigorously and replied with a smile: "Not really, I'm used to it. It's strange, it's not like no one has ever said this to me, but you're the only one who's different, is this some kind of magic?"
"No, it's just because we are the same kind."
People who live in reality but are connected to games.
Someone who lives in the game but can come into reality.
We are cleverly connected in ways that we don’t even know. In the game, we are contractors, but in reality, we are aliens.
Just like little animals cuddling together for warmth on a snowy day. He couldn't help himself for a moment, and I smoothed his messy fur while listening to him talk about how scary hunters were and how horrible traps were.
It was snowing heavily outside the cave, and people inside were licking each other's wounds.
So at that moment, we felt that each other was unique and different.
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"This is my personal contact number. If you need anything, you can contact me directly."
After finishing the coffee, Neil took the initiative to give me his account number. I looked at this number that would attract a lot of people to snoop when I was out, and I remembered something important.
"Neil, do you have an account for "God's Favor 2.0"? "
"No. It's a bit old-fashioned, but I don't like playing virtual reality games. Reality is interesting enough, why do I need to find a sense of existence in the game? If you need, I can sign up for one."
I stood up. "Nothing, no need to register, that's all. I'll come find you next time."
Neil stared at me like a pitiful puppy: "When is the next time?"
I said casually: "It depends on your performance."
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a month at most when I come to reality next time.
Facing the other person's pitiful gaze, I left in a cool manner, leaving only a handsome back.
The time exchange ratio between the game and reality is not large. If you stay in reality for too long, the dragon in the game will inevitably be unable to support itself.
The glorious dragons would definitely want to exchange feelings with him, and he couldn't always find excuses to refuse. Moreover, if the Son of Glory and his dragons didn't meet for a long time, there would inevitably be rumors that their relationship was not good.
Thinking about it this way, it would be quite troublesome to return to the Glorious Church, without the freedom of the outside world. I quickly thought about the next route and changed my pace to go to a familiar place. If I remember correctly, it was also Area 1.
When the tall black building came into view, I realized I was in the right place.
The burly men standing at the door stared at me and didn't move away until I walked in. I have to say that if it was an ordinary person, they would have been scared to death when they walked in.
When I came in, the lady at the lobby was playing with her terminal and didn't notice the visitor at all. It was not until I knocked on the table that the lady got startled and hurriedly hid the terminal.
"Hello! How can I help you?"
I waited for her to finish this series of actions before I spoke. Her smile was gentle, and her golden hair was sticking to her cheeks, giving her a slightly itchy touch.
"Hello, I'm looking for Kazhuo. I had an appointment with him before. Please tell him: [I found him]."
The lobby lady looked at me, stunned.
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I don't admit that I am seducing.
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But I did succeed.
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Although many people argue that face is not important, it is actually a pass. At least this lady did not ask "Who are you?" or show any difference in my appearance. She replied meekly, "Please wait a moment."
Ten minutes later, I stood in front of Kajol's office.
I opened the door and heard teasing voices.
"I thought you didn't want this information anymore—huh?"
I ignored his surprised look and shrugged, "Investigation takes time, dear. You can't expect me to just conjure something up for you."
Kazhuo looked him up and down, his eyes full of doubt: "In person?"
"It's the real deal. You can do a blood test or something if you want. I assume you collected some of my hair from the bathroom."
Kazhuo stared at me for a long time, and I looked back at him without dodging. If eyes could be used as weapons, I guess we were both brave warriors who were covered in wounds but still struggling to stab out the last sword. Kazhuo liked to use this method to suppress others, and coincidentally, I did too.
After a long while, the black-haired man chuckled, put his hands on the table and showed a leisurely expression: "What are you waiting for? Tell me your conclusion quickly."
His expression was full of evil amusement as if he was waiting to see a good show.
"Before that, I have a question. Did you really investigate?"
"Of course, I never cheat."
"In that case, before I tell you the answer, could you please answer some questions for me, dear Mr. Kadjo?"
I grabbed him by the collar, and my nose almost touched Kajol's face. The latter did not move, and did not show any intention of giving in.
If someone came in now, they would be shocked by our current posture. But I didn't care. My eyes were sharp and my attitude was firm. My voice was polite and emotionless.
"I investigated some things. I wonder if you have had any strange dreams recently, such as dreaming about another magical world, or dreaming about yourself turning into another person. I'm curious, do you really have a game account? Or -"
"Have you really played "God's Favor 2.0" as a player?"
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