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Shakespeare muttered to himself, trying to turn around, but was already crowded by the crowd and had to go that way.

……

Three 10 minutes later.

"So, is this my world?" In this body, Weston observed the surroundings through his uncontrolled flesh.

Although it is not controlled, it is actually transformed by his ideas.This is very much like mind hypnosis, and it must be accepted by Weston's personality and the body that controls the action.

But what kind of instructions Weston sent to the body, he himself is not completely clear.

There is no doubt that everything around here is similar to the situation in his 'memory'.Gradually shrinking PCs, Apple Logo mobile phones, this is the fast-paced 21st century.

Weston walked aimlessly on the street.

The fact that the Mars science team landed on Mars was probably the hottest news he had heard along the way, right?Whether it's a shopping mall or a kiosk lined with science magazines on the side of the road.

[Dr. Stone's laboratory has invented cloned orangutans, monkeys have been put into mass production, or can solve the food crisis caused by climate deterioration], [Mars science team discovers new energy sources]

He also held a magazine in his hand.

The cover is definitely the second issue of [Scientist Yang. Lee on Mars].

Much like a newspaper that promotes and creates heroes, Weston remembers the name of a scientist he met on the lunar space station on the 'Too Fast Tour' before?

Is it a coincidence?But it shouldn't be a coincidence, because this is the world produced by my own memory, and it is not surprising that anyone appears.

He didn't pay too much attention to this, but was more interested in this era.He has too many memories of this era, but the only thing that really impresses him is the moment when the silver-haired woman stabbed the knife into his back.

Is this world real?he couldn't help thinking.

Through the walking of his body, he came to a ten-story building step by step, and pressed the elevator.

Come to the seventeenth floor, apartment No. 302.This is his rented house.

Dark and damp, mixed with a musty smell.The room was empty, and the poster of "fate/apocrypha" Mordred was freshly pasted on the wall.

"According to what Shakespeare said, is this the last thing I want to think about?" Weston asked himself, shaking his head amusedly.

Because of this short period of time, he was not used to such a peaceful society.He even sat in front of the computer involuntarily, opened an anime, and looked forward to the arrival of the silver-haired woman as he remembered.

An hour, two hours, three hours, it's almost dark...

The silver-haired woman did not appear for a long time.

"strangeness……"

One day, two days, three days... still nothing.

"Am I going to live here forever?"

"Are 302, , Altair, and Fran all fake..."

A year has passed.

Two years have passed.

Three years have passed.

He is still him, and the world is still the world.

Four years, five years, ten years...

The world did not perish, humans did not break out in turmoil, and Mars did not explode.

There is no 302, no Fran, no Joan of Arc, no magic, no miracles, no so-called saving the world...

PS: Thanks for the blade.

Chapter 220 Essential Torture

If the dreams are all negative, then what is the thing he is least willing to recall, what is the thing he fears the most.

The sunlight came through a slit in the curtains, and Weston got up from the bed and stretched himself on the balcony.The delicious wife who was drying clothes next door greeted the [-]-year-old bachelor and ran in the door with a shy smile.

Weston looked at the ants-like crowd downstairs. The new energy brought back from Mars has improved the tense atmosphere of human resource demand, and the cloning technology has changed human needs for each other.Everyone on the street showed a satisfied smile from the heart, welcoming the arrival of the new energy era...

Is this a fantasy world or a real world.Weston would still think of this from time to time, but with the passage of time, such thoughts have become very faint.

Such a life is not unacceptable.

"Is it acceptable? It's just that you don't think it matters?" Shakespeare's figure appeared in front of Weston.

If possible, he would like to let the Juggernaut spend his whole life indulging in this world.But that is not acceptable!With PCs, smart phones, and modern poetry and drama cultures in this era, Shakespeare can no longer stay in this world.

For Weston's long wandering time, for Shakespeare, it's just the difference between buying a few newspapers and shopping a few streets.The observer's time is distinct from the experiencer's time.

When all that lost interest, Shakespeare came along.

"So, this is what you are afraid of?" This is what he couldn't help but come out after observing.

Fear of being a mediocrity!

In fact, the best way is to find someone who Weston is most familiar with in the current era to make these voices more contagious.

But in Weston's experience, there is no so-called familiar person, he just lives in his own world...

Shakespeare saw it too.In the world of Juggernaut, everyone is indifferent.So there is no need for Juggernaut to experience emotion in this boring and indifferent world.