Myth resurrection, I became the villain boss

Chapter 5 The key to breaking the game
This is the memory he least wants to touch.

Had they gone home earlier, they wouldn't have gotten on the plane that would have gone down.

Feng Mian had thought of this in his heart many times.

The life he's looking forward to the most is right in front of him-he comes home early, and his parents prepare meals in surprise, even though it's all fake.

He can't stay in fantasy forever, people have to move forward.

Standing up, he didn't care about his father sitting on the side talking non-stop, walked straight to the door, opened the door and left here.

The two people in the room turned a blind eye to his behavior, and continued their next scenes with dedication. The father sat on the sofa and talked nostalgicly about the past, and the mother happily cut fruits in the kitchen.

The movie is still playing, and no one cares that the audience has left their seats.

He went out of the house and took the elevator again.

The elevator kept going down, the fear in Feng Mian's heart had gradually dissipated, and now he was extremely calm, no matter what, he had to get out of here today, otherwise no one would come to visit his grave next time in Qingming.

The way back had disappeared, so he wanted to find it again.

Soon the elevator reached the first floor, and as the elevator door opened, he was already prepared to face the monster, or the darkness in front of him was still dark.

But the moment he opened the door, all his thoughts and warnings were still in vain.

The hall was brightly lit, and several neighbors he used to be familiar with greeted him with smiles, and the sun outside the building was warm.

He stepped out of the elevator and came outside, the familiar scenery - trees, flower gardens, the main entrance of the community, and the kind old guard.

He strode into a run and ran wildly into the street.

Passing the former elementary school and junior high school, the canteen I frequented, and the old carousel with peeling paint.

There are people coming and going on the street, and everything is in order.

Feng Mian stood at the crossroads, passing passers-by made him feel like he was in an ice cave.

Sometimes the scary thing is not what you are afraid of, but when you are ready to face everything, you realize that your psychological construction is a fart.

He thought of all possibilities, but he never thought of such a normal scene.

How can he get out?Is it that I haven't gone far enough by myself?He ran to the long-distance station in disbelief and bought a ticket to the next city.

After getting in the car, he looked at the scenery passing by in front of him, and his heart was cold.

It has been more than two hours of driving, and the scenery on the way is the same as the hometown in his memory.

Soon the car arrived at the station.

Feng Mian numbly got off the car and walked out of the long-distance station.

Sure enough, everything was normal here, and travelers in a hurry passed by him one after another.

He shuffled, and bought another plane ticket to the city where he worked.

As soon as he got off the plane, he rushed to the company without stopping.

His colleague beckoned him kindly, and he nodded blankly, walking to his desk. The computer was not turned off, and the project he hadn't finished was on the screen.

How could this be?
Time seemed to be disrupted.

In his hometown, he was still that awkward kid in school in front of his parents, but here, he turned back into a social animal who worked overtime day and night.

The huge fragmentation made him sit on the chair for a long time and couldn't regain his senses.

"Xiao Feng, don't be idle, hurry up and get the plan out, the higher ups are in a hurry!"

The manager didn't know when he stood in front of his desk and tapped his desk with his fingers, interrupting his thoughts.

Feng Mian answered him subconsciously: "Oh, I have asked Jiang Tang to send the plan over."

"What are you talking about?" The manager frowned. "What ginger candy? If you want to eat candy, you have to wait until after get off work to buy it. Hurry up and hand in the plan! Do you still want the bonus!"

After speaking, the manager gave him a displeased look, turned and walked back to the office.

Feng Mian shuddered.

The manager doesn't know ginger candy anymore?Why?He obviously liked this cute and lively little girl very much, and even intentionally or unintentionally revealed that he wanted to pursue her.

Or, in my fantasy world, there is no such person as Jiang Tang.

Why not?Every colleague here is a familiar face, how can ginger candy be missing?How could there be such a big loophole in the impeccable illusion at first glance?
The most unlikely is probably the truth.

Everyone is there, but one person is missing, then that person is the biggest uncertain factor, and ginger candy must be the most critical breaking point.

He couldn't help but think carefully.

Why is there no ginger candy in his fantasy?

Is it his subconscious mind that Jiang Tang is different from all his colleagues?Is his subconscious treatment of candied ginger special?Does this girl mean something different to herself?

It is true that he did misunderstand that Jiang Tang was interested in him at the beginning, but he quickly figured out that the other party just regarded himself as an ordinary senior.

In this way, it is not that ginger candy is special to itself.

But ginger candy is special in itself!
Ginger candy is special for this fantasy!She does not exist in the illusion!
Then she is real!

The sleep mode suddenly opened.

I can get a notebook, encounter an inexplicable fire, meet Bi Fang, and experience different strange events.

Then Jiang Tang is likely to encounter weird things like him. After all, she lives in this community, and she may also encounter weird situations.

After figuring out the key to all this, he began to assume that since this monster could weave such a huge illusion that spanned several provinces, Jiang Tang was probably facing the same predicament as he was.

They are likely to be in the same illusion.

Of course, maybe it was easy for the monster to weave the illusion, or it was not an illusion, but a dream that made him fall into his subconscious.

And he himself was walking in that neighborhood at this time, and he thought he had already changed places by means of transportation.

If this is the case, then things get a lot trickier.

Under this premise, it is impossible for him to meet Jiangtang, and the two will only indulge in their own dreams.

If this is the case, then all the assumptions he made before have been overturned-they exist independently of each other in two different dreams.

To confirm first!
He has to try and find ginger candy first!

Thinking about it, Feng Mian stood up, kicked the chair away, and flung the documents aside with a "snap".

Grandma, he still has to work part-time in his dreams, he doesn't take this kind of anger, what kind of shit plan, shit manager, go to hell!

Lao Tzu's Illusion Lao Tzu is God!

The colleagues around him were startled by the sound of his movements, and couldn't help but look up at him.

"Old Feng, what's the matter, is this?"

"Hey, don't argue with the manager, he's just like that."

"Calm down, it's not like that for all of us who come out to work."

Ignoring the advice of his colleagues, he left the company without looking back, walked to the street, tried to take out his mobile phone, and entered Jiang Tang's mobile number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty, please check and dial again."

Sure enough, this simple method does not work.

(End of this chapter)