People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 599 This is the dream

I have been in situations where I was extremely angry, extremely furious.

This is Li Hao’s summary of his thoughts when he had a brain attack yesterday.

He was now sitting on an iron chair welded to the floor in the interrogation room, facing him were a man and a woman, two sheriffs.

The policewoman put down the pen she was writing on and frowned, "Is there anything else you want to add?"

Li Hao shook his head: "No, this was a pure accident. I have never practiced swordsmanship. I was a vegetative person lying in bed before. I only did three months of rehabilitation training. I really didn't mean it."

The sheriff couldn't help but interrupt: "But it really looks like it"

The policewoman added: "A passerby filmed the whole process. You were so calm at the time, like a peerless swordsman, with murderous eyes - so some people think you wanted to kill from the beginning."

Li Hao was stunned for a moment, then he started to complain: "He was a vicious human trafficker, a knife-wielding gangster who may have killed countless people. Do I have to consider whether my stick will kill him before I take action?"

The sheriff next to him pinched his brows helplessly: "If you shake him a few more times, the effect may be better. Do you know what people on the Internet are calling you now?"

"what?"

"Sword Saint Chenghua."

"But I really haven't practiced any sword skills. This is really just an accident."

"According to your file, that is indeed the case."

The sheriff nodded and said, "I don't think a good man should be blamed. What's more, you only used one move from beginning to end, and you defeated the enemy with one blow, and then you didn't continue to attack. The video is well preserved, and public opinion online is also in your favor. In my opinion, there is a high probability that you will be judged as acting in self-defense and released without charge."

Li Hao, who was sitting opposite the interrogation table, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"But before the trial, you still have to stay in the detention center for a while."

"Then what about my job?"

The sheriff couldn't help but laugh and said, "Just think of it as a vacation. Maybe the city will give you a bonus for your bravery later on. Relax."

On the way to the detention center, the sheriff patted Li Hao on the shoulder and said, "It was inconvenient to say it before because you were under surveillance, but you are quite capable and did a good job."

Li Hao smiled awkwardly: "I was also scared at that time."

The sheriff remembered the murderous eyes in the video and said helplessly: "Okay, there's no need to pretend in private. Have you learned German sword before?"

"I really haven't practiced it. It's just a coincidence."

"Okay, you are cautious, kid. But you are right. It is right to be cautious."

The sheriff waved his hand in a disinterested manner: "People's hearts are hidden in their stomachs. No one knows what others are thinking. In the future, whether it is a reporter or someone else who asks you this, remember to say this."

Li Hao was a little confused: "But I really didn't mean it."

"This boy."

The sheriff couldn't help but laugh and scold. This kid named Li Hao really pretended to be so serious. If he hadn't seen the video taken by the passerby, he would have thought that this kid had done it by accident.

But how is that possible.

Even now, when he recalled the look in the boy's eyes in the video, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Is this kid from some secret department?"

The sheriff was grumbling in his heart. In his opinion, Li Hao's file was too ordinary and it was obviously fake!

In the visiting room of the detention center.

Li Haoqiang forced himself to smile: "Dad, Mom, don't worry, the sheriff has told me that it is very likely that I will be judged as self-defense. It won't be long before I can get out, and there will be no record on my file, so it won't affect your grandson's future civil service exams."

My mother wiped her tears with a distressed look on her face: "How long have you just come back? If something happens to you, will I still be alive?"

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"It's okay. I don't blame you. There are no bad men in our Li family."

Dad showed an approving look on his face. "I've deposited 500 yuan into your card, every month. If it's not enough, remember to ask me. I just asked the sheriff. We can't come to visit you before the trial, but we can email you occasionally."

Watching his parents leave, Li Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the information revealed by the sheriff will most likely result in a not guilty verdict, he is still an unconvicted criminal, the so-called criminal suspect. This identity is still too exciting for a good citizen like him who has been law-abiding for more than 20 years.

Li Hao was assigned a separate cell.

Lying in bed, he had nothing to do. He was just an unconvicted prisoner and did not need to do forced labor before the verdict was announced. He stayed in the detention center every day, with basically nothing to do except watching TV at regular intervals.

I was distracted.

When I come back to my senses.

He actually used his fingers to carve out a new spell model on the wall.

He looked at the model on the wall and was silent for a long time.

"This is a model for the Cone of Ice technique."

"I'm not going to have schizophrenia, am I?"

He scratched his head and said to himself, "During these years as a vegetable, the experiences in his dreams formed a new personality. He can use swordsmanship and cast spells. Spells cannot be used in reality, but swordsmanship can."

"When dealing with that human trafficker, was it also the new personality who did it?"

"But don't dreams all originate from reality? I've never practiced swordsmanship, how can this thing come out of nothing?"

Li Hao hesitated for a moment, then stood up, picked up the mop placed against the wall, and raised it above his head.

Then, there was a smooth sword dance.

As if engraved into the bone marrow.

There is no need to think about what to do next.

Monitoring room.

A prison guard on duty exclaimed, "Come and see, this kid is not hiding anything at all!"

"He turned the mop into a windmill."

"Just like in the video, this kid has a murderous look in his eyes. I met him when he came in just now. He looked kind and gentle. How come he dances with a sword like a murderer?"

"Let someone investigate this guy thoroughly. I feel like he is responsible for more than one death."

In the monitoring room, a group of prison guards were talking at once.

for a long time.

Li Haocai put down the mop in his hand and sat on the bed, panting.

He panted for a long time.

Then he said, "The swordplay is real. Does this mean that the world in my dream, those memories that seem very vague now, are actually real? But why didn't those spell models work?"

"No, it's not necessarily that the spell model is useless, but that I simply don't have enough mental strength to cast the spell right now."

"meditation!"

“I want to meditate!”

"What happened to this kid during this period of time?"

"It doesn't look right. Could it be that he has developed psychological problems from being locked up alone?"

The news broadcast was playing on TV.

Li Hao stared at the screen on TV and didn't notice the strange behavior of the prison guards beside him.

His eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

In the air, mottled spiritual light looked like swimming golden fish. He subconsciously raised his hand, and the golden fish quickly swam according to his wishes, forming a simple spell model.

puff--

A cluster of flames rose at Li Hao's fingertips.

"Hey, where did you get that lighter?"

The prison guards exclaimed and gathered around.

Li Hao was even more excited than them: "You saw it, right? You saw it? That wasn't my illusion. There was indeed a flame just now, right?"

Two prison guards put their hands on his waist, and one of them stepped forward to comfort him, "Sit down first, don't get excited, Li Hao, we don't allow dangerous items like lighters to be brought into the prison, give me that thing."

Li Hao smiled bitterly and raised his hands.

"Come on and search me. I never have any lighters on me."

The prison guard frowned and searched carefully, but found nothing unusual.

Li Hao was very excited, because it was proved that he was not mentally ill. He had indeed traveled through time and gained some super powers - now, he had become the superpower described in the novel!

Back in the cell, his fiery mood cooled down a little.

It turns out that the dream wasn’t a dream at all.

"Then can I still go back?"

Li Hao rubbed his short hair and asked, "Am I Li Hao or Losa?"

Although his experiences after the time travel have become very vague and many details are no longer clear, he still remembers Prajna, Jeanne, and many other people.

I'm needed over there.

"But my parents need me too."

Li Hao let out a long sigh. Even if that was real, he couldn't find his way back. He couldn't just run to the main road and get hit by a car, right? As a son, he couldn't abandon his parents and leave.

"Little Li!"

Outside the cell door, a prison guard handed over a test paper: "Xiao Li, aren't you a college student? Help me look at this math problem in my son's homework."

Li Hao took the paper with some trepidation, glanced at it briefly, and said lightly: "Easy, this is just a junior high school level paper. I thought you were going to test me on advanced mathematics, which I had never attended a single class before."

"What did you say?"

The prison guard was puzzled and asked, “This is advanced mathematics.”

Li Hao had a "are you kidding me" expression on his face.

His major only had one advanced mathematics course in the first half of his freshman year. At that time, he was addicted to playing games and almost never attended any classes.

He suddenly realized something and stuffed the test paper back into the prison guard's hand: "You go back first, I need some private space to calm down."

Dreams are a reorganization of personal cognition.

For someone who has never seen a palace, even if he dreams about it, the emperor in his dream would at most be an old farmer living in a villa in the village, carrying a golden shoulder pole and using a golden hoe. They simply cannot imagine what kind of luxurious life the dignitaries lead.

I have never studied advanced mathematics, so even in my dreams, I can't imagine what advanced mathematics problems are like.

So, is this world just a dream?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Li Hao felt as if the whole world was fading away.

His sight was raised a lot in an instant.

He saw the world.

The edge of the world is full of illusions and vagueness, but only the area centered on itself can condense into substance, like an isolated island in the void.

(End of this chapter)