The bodies of Chen Kun and his father fell apart and disappeared.

Zhou Junpeng hugged his girlfriend Qin Yanan tightly, and Qin Yanan was wiping her tears.

"The implantation was successful? What do you mean, the implantation was successful?"

The streets were deserted, which made people a little uneasy.

"You should go too! I'm already in a trance now. If it's too late, you'll be lost!"

The music moves from slow to deep and whiny.

Luo Chen looked at the "wife" in front of him with painful and guilty eyes, as if he was explaining to Zhou Dongyu and the audience.

In front of the big screen, Zhou Junpeng's longing for the dream in the movie was "resurrected" again.

He and his roommate Zheng Wei looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in the other's eyes.

"Fuck! Absolutely awesome!"

It's just that this kind of alternative "psychotherapy" is really brain-burning and mysterious enough.

"Incredible..."

The top spun in perfect circles, as if it would never lose its balance and stop. Luo Chen looked at the top as if he was possessed, his eyes gradually became firm in confusion, and then he looked at Pan Yueming, and

Pistol on the table.

The same was true for Zhou Junpeng. His brain was excited by this mysterious idea thrown by Chen Jingxing, and he felt horrified that the idea implanted in his brain had such terrifying power.

Luo Chen and Zhou Dongyu walked towards the shadow cast by the tall and crumbling building.

"It's so interesting."

"Fuck! I was waiting here."

Zhou Junpeng shook his head slightly while looking at the big screen. The structure of this movie is so exquisite, like a work of art, it makes people amazed and fascinated.

Prove that he can do what his father always wanted but couldn't do.

Luochen walked towards the curtain and looked at his wife sitting on the windowsill.

Luochen's voice came out simultaneously with the picture: "Ideas implanted in dreams are extremely contagious, and this kind of thought can continue to grow. Even the smallest thought, no matter how humble a seed, can grow infinitely. It

When you grow up, you can shape or destroy your world..."

Zheng Wei's complaints next to him also made Zhou Junpeng smile knowingly, like the comfort and loss after waking up from a beautiful dream.

Zhang Ruoyun turned to Pan Yueming, only to find that the water near Pan Yueming's abdomen was soaked with blood, and his eyes were lifeless. Zhang Ruoyun felt for his pulse... He turned to Luo Chen, and his eyes were also lifeless...

In the second dream, Zhang Ruoyun flew back along the elevator cabin, climbed to the top of the elevator, squeezed from the top to the bottom, and then began to place the main bomb at the bottom of the elevator cabin.

Presenting a different kind of visual spectacle on the big screen.

Give up the idea of ​​showing your father that you are an outstanding leader like your father.

"Would you like a hot towel, sir?"

It is as mysterious as the male protagonist implanting the idea "the world is false" into his wife through a top, or even more mysterious.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Junpeng instantly recalled the scene at the beginning and end of the movie, in the Lost Realm, where the octogenarian Pan Yueming picked up the top found on Luo Chen and turned it on the table.

The top spins but does not fall over - the world is not real.

Luochen used this method to implant the same idea into his wife in the Lost Realm.

But this time, it was Luochen's turn.
Chapter completed!