The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 143
Standing in the white corridor, holding a solid mop in his hand, Han Mingzhe's forehead reflected the white light.

After returning from the [Observer's Psychological Clinic], his hair was bearing the weight of the soul that they shouldn't bear in the excessive thinking.

After handing over the work, saying goodbye to his family and declaring that [there is a secret mission that needs to be carried out in secret], he transferred to the [Truth Bureau] and cut off all contact with the outside world, and began to work in a fully enclosed manner, becoming a...

cleaner.

Life is full of ups and downs.

But to be honest, Han Mingzhe's transfer from the inspector of the [Maintenance Bureau] to the cleaning worker in the logistics department of the [Truth Bureau] should be regarded as a promotion in terms of remuneration.

The wages paid to his family's account on a regular basis have doubled compared to his previous ones, which can be regarded as some kind of proof of his "carrying out confidential missions" in a sense.

Of course, in the future, when his son and his classmates brag about his father carrying out secret missions, they will definitely not know the gold content in the corridors of the [Truth Bureau]...

After witnessing all kinds of contained objects, Han Mingzhe's spirit finally became stronger through endless thinking and tempering, and he became a mentally strong man worthy of his shiny hairstyle.

He finally figured out what Dr. Docter had said to himself.

[The difference between dreams and reality lies in the length of time, as well as the quality and quantity of memory]

[That is to say, if a dream is long enough, then you can tell yourself in the dream [yes, I live in reality]]

Dragging the ground, Han Mingzhe smiled and talked to himself as he watched the bizarre [Containment Objects] pass by.

"That's right, I'm living in reality...hehe, I'm living in reality..."

"Please, I've lived long enough... when... when will it be..."

"It will make me wake up from this dream!!!!!!!!!"

obviously……

This middle-aged man named Han Mingzhe, code-named [Old Han] is probably really crazy...

……

The high-rise office building with grid floor-to-ceiling glass windows is divided into a grid-like office space, closely arranged into grid-like workstations, and people with bowed heads are hunched in the grid.

Liu Sa was mixed in.

Looking at the electronic screen with a cold white light in front of him, he was doing data processing day after day.

As always, people don't care about homicides and poverty, they care about which celebrity is rumored, electronics and virtual software are released.

Tired of mechanically numb work, Liu Sa looked out the window, trying to draw a little bit of strength from the sun to cheer up his spirits.

The gloomy sky outside the window was as heavy as lead, and the light rain was pattering. Through the open window of the office, the sound of water droplets breaking and wriggling could be faintly heard.

Accompanied by these voices, the words [mortgage], [insurance], [children], [education] sounded again...

Depressed, suffocated.

Is this life...

hiss--

Taking a deep breath, invisible objects filled the lungs, and the inflated sense of fullness made Liu Sa feel that he was not a machine, but a living being, like a beast, like a bird of prey.

Since the last dream game, Liu Sa has become more and more unbearable in his real life.

He felt a bloody impulse brewing in his body all the time, as if there was something hidden under this body, eager to tear off the outer skin that bound him, and usher in a wild and free new life.

This idea gradually became stronger, and sometimes he even felt that he was about to lose control of his body.

Stimulated by the games again and again, Liu Sa discovered the terrible truth of this world.

The life I took for granted was completely fucking shit.

The reason why I got used to this kind of life is entirely because I can only endure this garbage life only if I plunge into the sand like an ostrich and make myself numb like a piece of wood.

He kept replaying in his mind the image of him drawing his sword and fighting in the elf world and in the mansion.

Yes.

That is your true face.

This idea is getting stronger and stronger.

Blood gradually welled up in his eyes.

Liu Sa feels that he is no longer a numb puppet in front of the electronic screen, but a dangerous person who may go crazy at any time.

At this moment, a voice sounded in his mind.

【Get used to the current life, this is what a good citizen of Heavenly Dragon Kingdom should do】

enough!
[The secret to success is to buy a car, buy a house, get married, have children, work and pay off the loan]

stop for me!
[No problem, you can do it, as long as you work until you are 70 years old, you can retire and do whatever you want]

"Grass - I can do it now!!!!"

He punched out brazenly, and the fist contained sparks and lightning that shattered the world in front of him.

Silence resounded throughout the world at this moment.

Looking at the man who punched through the monitor, everyone gave him the respect he deserved for mental patients.

Blood was dripping from his fist, the corners of his mouth twitched nervously, and there was no trace of pain in his eyes but morbid enjoyment.

Looking at the man in front of him who looked like an unstable compound and was full of danger, in the manager's office, Liu Sa's immediate superior did not intend to further provoke him.

He understood that the other party was a beast that could go mad at any time, while he was just a white-collar worker who clocked in for work.

"Take a few days off to see a psychiatrist, adjust your condition and come back to work."

With a nervous smile twitching on his face, Liu Sa, who walked out of the company's gate, felt unprecedented joy.

Like a beast that has tasted blood, and a prisoner who tastes freedom, Liu Sa, who has worked for many years, ushered in his free holiday for the first time.

Ripping off his tie casually, and throwing that cheap suit into the trash can by the side of the road, Liu Sa felt relaxed all of a sudden.

Sitting on a park bench breathing in the natural fresh air, he glanced at the people around him.

Most of these people are aging retirees who have worked for 50 years until they are almost buried in the ground before they get a respite, breathing the few airs they have for the rest of their lives in places like parks.

Seeing them being oppressed and exploited all their lives and looking like they were dying of old age, Liu Sa laughed.

Like a rampaging beast, he plunged headlong into their retired world of leisure.

I didn't have my life squeezed to the last breath, I didn't pay the fucking mortgage, and I didn't produce the next generation of mechanical parts, so I could still enjoy the free air here.

After relaxing his mechanically rigid body and mind, Liu Sa became a little bored.

He left the park and wandered casually on the street.

Walking on the street, passers-by are in a hurry, and there are very few young people who have nothing to do like him wandering on the street.

Liu Sa, who played all afternoon, did everything he wanted to do but failed to do.

At this time, he was squatting on the trash can on the street, and found that he had become like a...

performance artist.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Damn..."

Just when Liu Sa's eyes were gradually lost, a plaque appeared in his sight.

【Observer Psychology Clinic】

What the hell?I don't need any counseling, I'm in great shape right now.

Thinking so, Liu Sa stepped into the clinic.

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There are changes in chapter 45 of the previous volume, it should be said to be a supplement, before putting it in the draft box, a few paragraphs were missing for no reason, speechless

(End of this chapter)