Chapter 1160 Zhouzhuang Mengdie

Lin Mo decided to hold his troops for now. Of course, he didn't have any troops to use now.

In fact, it is also a last resort.

If you can't leave this illusion, you can only stay steady, observe, and then wait for the opportunity to act.

Lin Mo then met his mother.

My mother looked a little older than I remembered, she looked to be in her thirties. When she came, she gave her a scolding and took Lin Mo to apologize to her teachers and classmates.

Lin Mo figured it out and tried his best to cooperate.

But I felt very disdainful.

Chunfeng is completely fooling around. In real life, his mother died when he was one year old, and there was no such thing as... when he was growing up.

Just when he thought of this, Lin Mo's expression suddenly changed.

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

It seems that my mother is not dead?

Wait a moment?

Something seemed wrong.

It's memory.

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

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

The mother felt sorry for her son and actually went to the hospital for a check-up. The result was that there was nothing wrong with him, but she asked if he had hit his head before.

Lin Mo said yes.

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

"Do you usually like to read some movies and novels?"

"right."

"That's right. Everyone in this grade likes to fantasize. It's normal to be a little confused after being 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 just rest for a few days."

The doctor waved his hand and shouted toward 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 needs to be seen before you can think of it, 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, and this kind of life is very familiar to Lin Mo.

At this moment, Lin Mo carefully thought about everything in the past, and 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 Sweet House, no one can bypass the Sweet House to influence me."

This is the premise.

Chunfeng couldn't do it either.

This is Lin Mo's biggest problem. If so, how to explain all this now?

And after waking up from class, Lin Mo remembered many things. He remembered the details of life here, and every one of them was impeccable.

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

Lin Mo found that he was a little shaken 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. From the side, doing so can only prove that there is no other way.

“It’s better to get familiar with it first, observe it, 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 looked at Lin Mo.

The next moment, Dad started to take off his shoes.

Lin Mo ran away quickly. If he didn't run away, he would be beaten.

"Old Lin, what are you doing?" Mom came over to protect Lin Mo.

"This kid is so skinny that he even dares to hit the teacher. Teacher Zhang is so interesting that he doesn't hold him accountable. If he were to be replaced by another teacher, your son would be called a ghost if he didn't get kicked out of school."

Dad was obviously very angry.

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

"Okay." The father knew that beating him would not make him a son. With his wife protecting him, if he insisted on beating him, he might not know who would be beaten in the end.

Lin Mo looked at his parents, memories collided in his heart, and his brain ached.

"Little Mo, come here."

Mom waved at this time.

In the small room, my mother began to interrogate Lin Mo about why he was acting recklessly in school.

He also said that you kid, don’t try to deceive me.

Lin Mo couldn't resist for a moment, so he simply said that he had a dream and encountered something very scary in the dream, so he became confused when he woke up.

"Did you dream about something, a monster or something?" Mom asked.

Lin Mo was stunned and asked his mother how did you know?

"How do I know? If you don't study hard, you write some messy novels all day long. There are some gods and ghosts in them. I have told you not to write these messy things, but you don't listen at all. And your father , he couldn’t distinguish the importance, and he actually supported 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? In other words, this terrifying illusion is making adaptive adjustments, making some unbelievable things reasonable.

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

After my mother went out, my father sneaked in quietly, closed the door gently and said, "You kid is causing trouble."

"Daddy can rely on you for everything else. It's not okay for you to hit the teacher. Write a review for me and hand it to Teacher Zhang personally tomorrow."

Lin Mo nodded.

Just now, Dad was acting like he was pretending to hit him.

If dad doesn't do this, mom will give him a beating.

This is also the tacit understanding between father and son.

There is already a tacit understanding of helping each other and covering each other.

This kind of tacit understanding was not an act. At this moment, Lin Mo's mind immediately thought of many fathers who had helped him resolve troubles countless times in the past.

"I was secretly listening to your mother at the door just now. Don't worry, if you like writing novels, just keep writing. Men, you can't let anyone hold you back in what you like to do, especially women, not even your mother. .”

"Thank you dad!"

"Okay, no more words, so as not to arouse your mother's suspicion, I will withdraw first!"

After Dad finished speaking, he quietly slipped out again.

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

There are posters on the wall, male and female celebrities, and half of the bookcases are filled with various novels, martial arts, science fiction, horror mysteries, as well as myths and weird folk stories. The other half is filled with various hand-drawn paintings and various ghostly and weird shapes, all of which were drawn by Lin Mo.

He loves these things.

Lin Mo thought for a while, picked up a pen and paper and drew a portrait on the paper.

The painting shows a girl in a black dress, with pale skin and a long skirt like night sky. Of course, the girl's appearance is not something to be said. The main thing is her temperament. She has resentment and malice, but it does not make people feel any disgust.

Holding the brush, 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 bought it after asking for it for a long time.

There were various games inside, and Lin Mo opened a file shelf with ease, which contained many documents.

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 confusion caused by the fusion of memories.

At first, he thought that this place was an illusion, a trap set up by Chunfeng, and it was fake. This thought was very firm; but as time went by, his firmness became somewhat looser.

Because he was writing this novel, he often stayed up until past twelve o'clock at night, so his mental state was not good during this period. In addition, it seemed normal to have some sequelae after hitting his head while playing with a ball.

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

Lin Mo was silent for a few seconds.

"No, no, it's not a dream. This can't be a dream."

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

After reminiscing with his eyes closed, Lin Mo suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, if it's an illusion, you can't actually sleep. Then let me try. If you can't sleep, it means it's an illusion."

Lin Mo was lying on the bed at the moment.

My head hurts a little.

Maybe he was tired, but 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 went off.

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

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

"But I still feel something is wrong."

Lin Mo thought of a word, Zhouzhuang Mengdie.

I don’t know whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed and turned into a butterfly, or whether the butterfly dreamed and turned into Zhuang Zhou.

Next, have breakfast and go to school.

My parents went together and asked Teacher Zhang to apologize.

The classmates in Teacher Zhang’s class all call him Lao Zhang because he has no airs, is approachable and a very nice person. They had no intention of pursuing Lin Mo's case and accepted the apology.

Even if this matter is over.

Sitting back in the classroom, Lin Mo no longer had the almost ridiculous sense of unreality he had yesterday.

He was quite at ease at the moment.

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

Just as he was thinking about it, Liu Jia blinked her eyelashes and turned her head to look over.

"What are you looking at me for?"

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