Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

Professor Kang got up early the next day, thinking about the next meeting, he was full of energy.He went out before nine o'clock, and arrived at the police station at exactly 09:30.

In the interrogation room, which is always dimly lit all year round, he saw Xu Minglang again.

After the camera was adjusted and the personnel took their positions, Professor Kang continued to observe Xu Minglang from the corner of his eye while taking off his coat.Xu Minglang's eyebrows and eyes were tightly covered by his hair, and his expression could not be discerned. His jaw was narrow, long and delicate. Professor Kang couldn't tell if he had undergone some surgery to look more photogenic, and some stubble appeared on it. , a kind of contradictory decadence.

As usual, Professor Kang said hello first, and then chatted a few words about the weather, so as to avoid too abrupt opening, but also to ease the atmosphere and "communicate" better.

But Xu Minglang never said a word.

The police officer behind Professor Kang reprimanded him and asked him to obediently cooperate with the appraisal, otherwise he would be deemed to automatically give up the appraisal result.Even so, Xu Minglang remained silent.

"Professor Kang, look at this..." the policeman said helplessly.

Professor Kang waved his hand, looked at the young man opposite and said, "It seems that you don't care about the appraisal results, do you?"

Xu Minglang remained silent.

Professor Kang said to himself: "Actually, you didn't have the opportunity for this identification. Then you would be sentenced to death directly. It was your family who applied for the judicial psychiatric identification to the judicial authority because they didn't believe that you would kill someone. "

"Do you know the hardships behind all this? Your parents have passed the age of death, but they have to accept the death of their own children, and spend the rest of their lives to bear the criticism of others." Professor Kang's words are poignant, but There was still a friendly and professional smile on his face, he observed Xu Minglang's slightly trembling lips, and changed the subject, "Facing everything your parents have paid and endured for you, can you still say 'this is all fake? '?"

"Xu Minglang, do you have no heart?"

In the low-pressure atmosphere, Xu Minglang finally let go and said, "You're blown away."

The pens of the police officers who took notes at the back paused.

Professor Kang raised his eyebrows.

Xu Minglang continued: "Yesterday you said that you had read Zhou Xuerong's debut novel. That must have been five years ago."

"Yes."

Xu Minglang raised the corner of his mouth: "The 'game' hadn't started five years ago, how did you know?"

Professor Kang didn't understand what the other party said at all, but he didn't show it. The young man interpreted this as a kind of tacit consent.

"You can't hide it from us. This is not the original world at all. It's just the last level of your game." The young man's eyes became strong and sharp, and he hit the table with both fists, and the handcuffs rattled, "We've already seen through Your tricks, because all the people around us...they become so stiff, so unnatural...our memory in their eyes only stays after the game starts, you put people As what? Your puppet?"

"I thought about it for a long time last night. This world is the last level of the dream. But you suddenly popped up and said that you had seen the sculpture Xiaoxue made five years ago, but the game hadn't started at that time. If you said Really, then you will be the only person in this world who has participated in our past."

Professor Kang was confused: "Although I don't understand what you mean..., it doesn't affect the fact that I have read his works."

Xu Minglang clapped his handcuffs: "Then your existence violates the rules of the Rubik's Cube, so there is only one answer."

The young man gritted his teeth.

"You are not Professor Kang at all, you are the messenger of the Rubik's Cube! The man behind the scenes spying on us and manipulating our lives!"

In the corridor, the tall police officer frowned and smoked, staring at the one-way glass in front of him, and squeezed a dirty word between his teeth.Professor Kang hated the smell of cigarettes, but he resisted the urge to turn his head out of politeness.

Inside the glass, the young man's head was pressed on the table by the police officer who was taking notes, and there were muffled bangs.The roar in his mouth gradually became dry and hoarse, making one suspect that his throat would burst if he continued to roar like this.

The smoking police officer watched and shook his head: "It's crazy, this acting skill is directly ahead of the traffic Xiaosheng ten miles away."

Professor Kang looked at the young man thoughtfully. Less than 10 minutes ago, Xu Minglang was still lifeless, but why did he become so excited when he heard that he had seen Zhou Xuerong's works?

Professor Kang didn't know why, let alone what a "sleepless person" is, so he asked, "You mean, I'm not Professor Kang, but the one who manipulates you behind the scenes?"

Xu Minglang responded with a contemptuous smile.

Professor Kang replied: "I have met Zhou Xuerong before."

Xu Minglang didn't move for ten seconds, as if time stood still, and he lifted the seal when the time was up, and the stubble on his chin trembled when he spoke.

"What did you say? Have you met Xiaoxue?"

This is the second time Professor Kang heard the name "Xiaoxue". Now he can finally be sure that the name, which sounds like a little cat, refers to the young artist who is nearly two meters tall.

However, before Professor Kang could answer, Xu Minglang yelled, "You're lying!!"

Professor Kang was taken aback, he slowed down his tone: "I didn't lie to you, Zhou Xuerong and I met each other in the elevator, when he said he was here to pick up his grandfather..."

This sentence touched Xu Minglang for some reason, and he suddenly fell into madness, like a dog suffering from rabies.

Xu Minglang kept repeating "I've exposed you!! Why is the game not over yet! Why!", with a high-pitched voice like a woman's. Professor Kang was completely stunned. He watched Xu Minglang being pressed on the table and couldn't move. He twitched under the electric shock baton, his face flushed red.

And he was escorted out by the police officers stationed outside the door. Before Xu Minglang fell into a coma, he heard that desperate moan, as if saying, "I want to see Xiaoxue."

After 15 minutes, Xu Minglang woke up, and the appraisal continued.

He was sweating profusely, his hair was wet at the roots, his bangs were flying all over from the rough treatment of the police, revealing a pair of well-shaped but hollow eyes, and his lips were pale.The electric baton used by the police is generally 2 volts. Although it only touches the lower back without fainting, the pain and numbness it brings are by no means vegetarian.

The atmosphere was an embarrassment that could not be shaken no matter what he said, so Professor Kang went straight to the point: "Go on, your story."

Xu Minglang rolled his eyes and glanced at Professor Kang.Refuse to speak.

Professor Kang was not in a hurry: "Your stories are actually all made up."

Xu Minglang didn't even bother to lift his eyelids with the naive aggressive method.

"Your story has an obvious logical hole. Your point of view, from beginning to end, is God's point of view. Several times you are separated from other people, but you know exactly what other people are doing, not only that, You still know everyone's past very well." Professor Kang leaned forward slightly, his eyes became sharper, "You do have serious paranoia, but it's not to the point of losing your logic. You spent so much time making up such a story, What is the purpose?"

"Don't underestimate forensic psychiatry. No matter what kind of lies you fabricate, it will not change the original appraisal results. Xu Minglang, you have severe paranoia and schizophrenia, and the trigger was Xue Yingying's unexpected death in 2015."

"Your whole story revolves around 'recovering the missing Xue Yingying'. In your fantasy world, Xue Yingying is not dead, but hidden by a mysterious force called 'Rubik's Cube'. You and Every other character you make up has something to lose..."

Speaking of this, Xu Minglang suddenly sneered.

Professor Kang asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"You said they were all fabricated by me?" Xu Minglang said, "I admit that in this world line, Ye Jiawen, Cao Jing, Miao Fang, Zhao Dongxiang, and Yu Haohuai are all people I have never met. They didn’t even know me. But I’m a complete stranger to describe the physical characteristics and personal information about each of them. Is this also a fabrication?”

"If you don't believe me, you can check it out, Professor Kang. Then you will wonder whether my amateur interest depends on Ziwei's numbers."

Professor Kang's heart tightened.

"Let me just believe you." Xu Minglang said suddenly, "Although I don't know why you have read Xiaoxue's works, you should not be 'that person'."

Xu Minglang shook his head viciously as if trying to get rid of redundant thoughts.

Professor Kang was full of curiosity about Xu Minglang's change of heart, but obviously he was not focusing on it right now. While he adjusted his professional expression, he typed "check" under the table with his mobile phone.

The police officer outside the window received a text message and told the little police officer next to him.

After Xu Minglang was baptized by electric shocks, his whole body was so exhausted that he was in a trance. He frowned and didn't know whether he was enduring discomfort or remembering.

"Sorry, where did I just say that?"

"Zhou Xuerong's temperament has changed drastically. After Zhao Dongxiang killed someone, he pretended to be you." Professor Kang deliberately said this sentence very softly and quickly, while observing Xu Minglang's reaction.

Although it was only a short moment, Professor Kang still caught the flicker in those eyes.Xu Minglang is very good at hiding himself, maybe because he didn't want to expose himself in front of others, the familiar frost froze back to his face in the next second.

Professor Kang thought that Xu Minglang would not open his mouth easily again, but Xu Minglang was always beyond his expectations.

"Zhou Xuerong didn't change his temperament drastically. He just wanted to guide me and tell me the cruelty of this game." Xu Minglang spoke in a low voice, as if he was telling himself, "I only figured it out later, actually. I should have known..."

"Zhou Xuerong likes me, even though I have been pretending not to know or care, what he said to me after rushing out of the ward frightened me." Xu Minglang clasped his chest with both hands, and the handcuffs rattled. "Something has changed here, I can feel it. Every time, after I have those inexplicable dreams. Especially Zhou Xuerong, sometimes a certain sentence or a certain action of his will make me It feels familiar."

"...and I dread the familiarity"