[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Seeing Jiang Hai, Zhou Mao's heart beat wildly, but he calmed down quickly.

This person is not Jiang Hai.

He raised his eyes and carefully observed the person sitting at the table. Although his appearance was exactly the same as Jiang Hai's, compared to Jiang Hai's upright and straight, this person's eyebrows and eyes were slightly softer, especially the two vertical rows of eyebrows under his right eye. Faint moles, like teardrops, added a touch of melancholy to his face.

Seeing Zhou Mao staring at him, the man seemed a little unhappy, raised his hand to his mouth, and coughed softly twice.

Realizing his impoliteness, Zhou Mao lowered his head in embarrassment and stroked his hair

"Are you... Doctor Jiang's elder brother?" He asked in a low voice

"Yes." The man said the second sentence.His voice is very similar to Jiang Hai, but slightly different. "In order to prevent your consciousness from getting lost, I forcibly pulled you from that world to the world created by my consciousness."

He tapped the table lightly with his hand: "In my world, you should have seen some unpleasant things, don't pay attention."

Zhou Mao looked at the person in front of him, opened his mouth, wanted to speak, but hesitated how to address him.The man seemed to see Zhou Mao's thoughts.

"Just call me Jiang He," he said.

"Brother Jiang He..." Zhou Mao pursed his lips and paused for a while, as if he was thinking.There are countless questions in his mind that he wants to ask Jiang He, but at this moment, another matter is more important.

"Brother Jiang He, I don't know why I saw the news of Dr. Song's death in your consciousness." He said, "But he didn't die."

Jiang He raised the corner of his mouth and gave a chuckle, but there was no smile on his brows and eyes. "You don't have to lie to me with Jiang Hai," he said, "Whether Song Xiaofei is dead or not, I have to stay here forever. I can't get out." He tilted his head slightly, propped his elbows on the table, and looked Looking at Zhou Mao with an inquiring expression: "Compared with this, don't you ask anything else? I thought you should be full of doubts."

"No, Brother Jiang He, Dr. Song is really not dead." Zhou Mao leaned forward and looked at Jiang He sincerely, "I can feel in your consciousness that you are very sad about Dr. Song's death. I don't want to Made you so sad because of a false message. That's why I wanted to tell you quickly."

Jiang He's eyes flickered a few times, and he bit his lip, as if he was holding back some emotion. "It's okay," he said, and his expression returned to calm. "Even if he died, so many years have passed. I don't feel anything in my heart." He shook his head, "I know you mean well, but instead of lying to me now, don't Let me be sad, why don't you think about how to let you go out, so as not to make my brother sad."

"No!" Zhou Mao blushed when he heard Jiang He's words, "I didn't lie to you! Brother Jiang He, you think, my sister is sick this summer, so I have the opportunity to contact Dr. Jiang and Dr. Song. If Dr. Song Dead, how could I know him!"

Jiang He's expression changed instantly, he stood up quickly, walked in front of Zhou Mao in three or two steps, and held Zhou Mao's arm tightly with both hands.

"Is he really not dead?" Jiang He asked tremblingly, then lowered his head again, "No...no, about him, you probably heard what Jiang Hai said..."

"He's really not dead." Zhou Mao said, he hesitated for a moment, and patted Jiang He's back as he did to appease Jiang Hai before, "Doctor Song always has a pen in the chest pocket of his white coat. He wears a watch with a large dial on his wrist. Although he is smiling all the time, his voice is calm and reliable. He likes to tease others, especially Dr. Jiang. Isn’t that right?”

Zhou Mao was afraid that Jiang He would still not believe it, so he babbled out all the characteristics of Song Xiaofei he knew in one breath, and he was a little out of breath after a sentence.

Jiang He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Mao in a daze.Then he lowered his head and buried his face in his open palms.

"He's really fine...that's great...he's really alive..." Jiang He grabbed his hair, trembling all over his body, his voice was no longer coherent.Zhou Mao looked at it, both relieved and a little distressed, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to pat Jiang He's shoulder.

However, he hadn't put his hand on Jiang He's shoulder yet. "It's so stupid, let me worry, I will go out and kill you!" Jiang He lowered his head and cursed fiercely.Zhou Mao was startled, and quickly withdrew his hand.

When Jiang He saw Zhou Mao's appearance, a trace of shame flashed in his eyes. "Sorry," he whispered, "I'm not scolding you."

"Ah, it's all right." Zhou Mao waved his hands quickly.He had already seen the character of this brother in Jiang He's consciousness, and this kind of reaction was expected. "Since Doctor Song is fine, you should leave here and go back as soon as possible." He said softly, "Doctor Song also misses you very much. As long as he is not working, he will always watch you by your survival cabin."

He smiled: "I even eat while looking at your face."

The corners of Jiang He's mouth turned up.His brows and eyes are softer than Jiang Hai's, and the tenderness in his eyes at this time makes him look very moving.However, at the same time, Jiang He's eyes gradually turned red.

He lowered his head as if holding back his tears, then rubbed his nose and said in a low voice: "I am not a heartless person. Even if Song Xiaofei really died, I would be fired because of a major surgical accident. I have a younger brother, and I How could it be possible to have no concern for that world at all."

He raised his head and looked at Zhou Mao: "It's not that I don't want to go out, it's that I can't."

"I am a patient with sleep disorder. According to the original symptoms, in addition to being dragged out of consciousness by the doctor, as long as the patient has a certain yearning for the real world and the willingness to go back, he can automatically return to reality."

"But I can't." He shook his head, "I've tried all kinds of methods, but I can't leave."

"When you and Jiang Hai entered my world, I felt that besides your sister, there was another consciousness. This consciousness was not kind, so I kept reminding you and hoped that you would go back soon. , to avoid being trapped in this world."

Zhou Mao blinked, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that the person in my dream in the entertainment world is..."

"It's me." Jiang He said, "My influence on Zhou Mo's world is very small, far less than that consciousness, so I can only remind you in this way. I can also sneak into the consciousness of the traverser to hint through options , Try to control the actions of the traversers."

"So in the president's world, the 'intelligent selection system' in my mind is also you," Zhou Mao said, "The vampire world..."

"I'm Finn." Jiang Hai nodded, "In addition to sneaking into consciousness, I can also appear in the story in the form of an animal, but for some reason, I can only be an animal, not a human being."

He paused and said: "In the first few worlds, I used these two methods to drive you and Jiang Hai out of these worlds as much as possible, but the ability of unknown consciousness is gradually getting stronger. In the last world, I has lost the ability to dive directly into your consciousness and communicate with you."

"So at the end, I turned into a fish and lurked in the sea. When the chip carrying your consciousness fell into the sea, I bit the chip in my mouth and forcibly pulled your consciousness into my world."

He sighed: "Jiang Hai is too stubborn to listen to persuasion. I told him several times, but he still let you in." He shook his head, "Now you can't get out, he must regret it to death."

"No, I don't blame Dr. Jiang," Zhou Mao shook his head, "It's all my own decision." He thought for a while and asked, "Although you and Zhou Mo both created the world with consciousness, I feel that Zhou Mo treats her well. The control over the world is very strong, of course, the third-party consciousness is stronger. It feels like Brother Jiang He, you don't have a lot of control over the world."

"That's right." Jiang He said, "I think it's probably because of the carrier of consciousness. My carrier is a diary, and her carrier is a novel. The diary doesn't have any settings or world views that can be changed. I can't make any changes beyond that." Routine alterations, yet novels can..."

Jiang He wanted to say something, but Zhou Mao felt that the scenery in front of him was gradually blurred. He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, but felt that his face and hands had become transparent.

Jiang He also realized that something was wrong. He frowned and looked at Zhou Mao, but after a while, he suddenly loosened his brows and made a relaxed expression.

"Your body is thinning," he said, "which means you're being pulled into a new world."

"Maybe they came looking for you."

The author has something to say:

Quietly put a short chapter up when everyone doesn't know, and talk about metaphysics by the way, hehehe. (Beaten

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