Chapter 1407 Illusory Reality
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Uncontrollably, Lucas cut off his breath, and the hesitation and confusion hidden in Anson's words leaked out a trace of fragility. The indestructible defense finally cracked, which made Lucas move forward slightly and pass through The railings and windows tried to approach Ansen, but they were afraid of being alerted. They could not hide their urgent and cautiously opened their mouths to guide them. "Anson, you can do it." Lucas said.
"Anson, I believe you, you can find it."
"Calm down, observe carefully, and look at all Jack Prest in front of you, from head to toe, don't miss any details."< "Slowly, hold your breath and observe carefully."
"All hallucinations have flaws. They are very, very close to reality, but they are not reality after all, but we are often ourselves The brain of the brain is deceived, and if you don’t pay attention, you will miss the contradictions and weirdness, treat hallucinations as reality, and treat illusions as reality. "
"But, flaws exist, as long as you calm down and try to find them, you can discover them , this is the only way to distinguish between reality and dreams, illusions and reality. ”
"Ansen..."
"I'm waiting here, no matter how much time it takes or how much energy it takes, I'm here. You just need to look back and find my place, so , Don't worry about losing direction, I won't leave, do you understand?"
Carefully, gently, Lucas swallowed all the bitterness of his mouth, staring at Anson quietly, and inadvertently Forgot to breathe.
Anson stared blankly at Jack in front of him.
Jack looked well-behaved, kept shaking his legs, kept keeping quiet, waiting patiently, then turned his head and showed a big smile to Ansen.
"Is the communication over? It seems that they are worried about you."
Real, accurate, and no way to tell.
Anson looked at Jack's eyes carefully, without finding any flaws. The only thing he could be sure of was that Jack should not appear in Forsson Prison. "...You are an illusion. Luca will not lie to me," Anson said.
Jack didn't mind and laughed out loud, "Haha, so Charles's words are true? I'm actually you?"
Ansen:...
Slightly stunned, his eyebrows frowned slightly, Ansen noticed a detail, "Why did you know about this? When Dad said these words, you were at the overpass."
< br>A little confusion appeared on Jack's cheek, and he tilted his head to look at Anson, "But how is that possible?"
"I am me, how can I be you?"
"I can't be you. Look at our appearance, it's different at all."
"I hope to experience a life that can be as easy as you, just relying on your appearance, but unfortunately... Ansen, why am I you?"
Light, cheerful, and a little naughty.
This seems to be Jack, but it seems not Jack, but the important thing is that Jack did not answer his question, which made Anson's eyes more confused.
"Jack..." Anson was upset, "I need to go to work, the whole crew is waiting for me, we'll talk about it next time."
However, Jack jumped down , standing on the ground with both feet, and approaching Ansen actively.
"Ansen, they are lying to you."
"When you were being beaten, when you were asking for help, everyone pretended not to see or hear, and turned a blind eye."
"People don't even have any Care about children like us, domestic violence? So what? Online violence? It's common! "
"In real life, such children appear every day, being beaten, spitted, disappeared and forgotten, but no one Care, one after another."
Once again, again, Jack's voice became louder, as if he was accusing it, which made Anson's temple suck and he could hardly breathe.
In his mind, thoughts roared, and Anson felt that he needed some fresh air.
However, just as he was about to stand up, Anson's eyes were inadvertently noticed the ground - Jack's feet.
The wounds were covered with scars and blood, and there were no socks or shoes. When you were barefoot, you could clearly see the wounds, and the blood was not even dry. This is not right.
Following his feet, Anson's gaze slowly moved up. Jack's other clothes were normal and neat, but the feet without shoes looked even more weird.
Wait, not right—
Clothes.
White shirt and blue jeans, everything is exactly the same as Anson's first time in New York, and has never changed.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are consistent all year round.
Usually, it falls into the eyes, no matter how normal it is, and I don’t notice any abnormalities at all; but now, goose bumps are rushing from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
Anson stared at Jack, and finally looked at Jack's eyes, quietly looking at the clear pupils that reflected his appearance, completely stunned.
Jack raised his head and looked at Anson with admiration and admiration, "Don't turn a blind eye to me, Anson."
Anson hesitated a little, "...Jack, how long have we known each other? ”
No mistakes, one poem, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Jack shrugged his shoulders gently and recalled carefully, "Two and a half years, it's going to be three years, right?"
Anson, "So, Jack, what grade are you in now?"
Jack , "Grade 9."
Ansen:...
After a sudden move, an invisible hand squeezing his throat. Ansen couldn't breathe, and the memories in his mind were invading from the sea. Swallow him.
That year, he filmed the "Cat and Mouse Game" in New York. When filming the divorce of Abanel and his wife, he awakened his nightmarish memories of his previous life. He couldn't breathe. He left the set regardless of the situation and ran all the way. But he encountered a woman and child who was violently beaten by a man on the street.
That was his first encounter with Jack.
At that time, Jack was wearing this outfit; at that time, Jack had his feet covered in blood and blood, running barefoot on the asphalt road in New York.
However, at that time, paparazzi took photos of him clashing with the truck driver, but no paparazzi took photos of him beating Jack's father.
It was also at that time that NYPD restored the whole story of the incident through surveillance video, proving that he did not beat the truck driver, but there was no surveillance video about Jack's family of three.
Things have obviously happened, but never happened.
Later, in Portland, we met again at the school photographed by "Elephant". We learned that Jack and his mother finally escaped from the clutches and everything was fine. Jack was in the ninth grade at that time, and Jack was wearing this outfit at that time. The feet are covered with scars and blood.
Later, in San Francisco, in Los Angeles, in New York, in Las Vegas.
Every time we meet, Jack is wearing the same clothes, his feet without shoes and socks are covered in blood and wounds are exposed to the air.
The pictures in my memory surged, venting like a torrential rain.
The normal fragments that once never noticed and had never noticed at all were slowly emerging in the fragments of memory deep in my mind. Those details were incompatible and disrupted time and space, and the memory world began to collapse.
Rumbling, rumble—
School. Cinema. Hospital. theater. street.
Wait, the buildings and pictures in the memory are gradually falling apart, and the illusions and reality are completely intertwined and chaotic, all intertwined.
No way to distinguish.
"Run, Jack, run! Don't look back!"
He shouted, shouting heart-wrenchingly, and punched and fell on Jack's father one after another, but at some moment he turned around inadvertently. When he saw himself -
He, Anson Wood, nine years old, ran barefoot all the way through the streets of New York.
(This chapter ends)