The barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

Chapter 179 It Was Never Me Who Should Run Away

Lynn's guess is not unreasonable.

Under normal circumstances, even if it is a dream, it has to rely on the human brain to base its reality cognition on the basis of fantasies.

This means that, whether in a dream or an illusion, there must be a place to interact with reality.

However, in addition to the geographical division and architectural appearance, the humanities and society here are far from the real real world.

Although it is not impossible for nobles and civilians to coexist, it is definitely only a rare situation. To change the whole city into this appearance can only exist in the legend of nothingness.

Before Charlotte spoke about the problems she encountered, Lynn always felt like she was standing on a castle in the air.

This world is vain and not real at all.

It's unreal that he, an "outsider", can vaguely feel the rejection of him from this world just by walking on the street.

But after Charlotte's question, Lynn seemed to drop to the ground.

At this moment, he really realized that the Charlotte that existed here seemed not to be an illusion, but the real Charlotte.

However, the little princess Lin En knew was suppressed by something inexplicable in this fantasy world.

However, suppression does not mean erasure. At certain times, Charlotte's deep subconscious thoughts will still pop up from time to time, affecting the way of action of "Charlotte in the Illusion".

And if Charlotte is real, will the others be real too?
Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's a big game."

No one could hear his whisper, but in this quiet room, the indistinct voice still caught the attention of the other two.

Charlotte turned her head and asked with concern: "What's the matter Lynn?"

Lynn shook his head: "It's okay, I just thought of something."

"Thinking about something." Charlotte opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

If it were the Charlotte that Lynn knew, she would definitely hold back her words and stop talking.

But she is not.

"Before, I felt that you seemed to be in a bad mood." Charlotte whispered, "Is it a little too much pressure recently?"

"After all, it's been so long, you don't seem to have had a good rest."

Lynn smiled and said, "If you mean physical rest, I've been making good adjustments."

"But you are obviously mentally congested now." These words were said by Dr. Anthony.

"If you don't mind, you can talk to me about it." Dr. Anthony smiled cheerfully, "It's something this old man is willing to do to solve problems for the younger generation."

Lynn still wanted to refuse, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

After thinking for a moment, he raised his head and said with a smile.

"Then trouble you."

"Too polite." Dr. Anthony waved his hand and said, "So, boy, what's wrong with you?"

Lynn smiled faintly: "Before that, I want to ask you one thing first."

"How do you see the world?"

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Dr. Anthony didn't seem to expect that the other party would ask such a grand question, he froze for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

"You are such a little guy with ideals and ambitions." He smiled kindly, and immediately said seriously, "I think this world is the world I want."

"Why?"

Dr. Anthony didn't answer immediately, he stood up slowly, walked to the window, stretched out his hand to push open the glass window, and then pointed his finger at the pedestrians on the street.

The sky is light and the wind is light, the sun is shining, and the streets and alleys are full of people coming and going.

On a sunny day, the smiles on everyone's faces are even brighter.

"Now, do I need to explain more in words?"

"Who doesn't like world peace?" He stroked his beard and laughed.

"If these are true, it is true, but" Lynn said with a smile, "I'm still curious why everyone is willing to show kindness to those around them."

"Is this an intellectual choice, or an emotional approval?"

"Sense or emotion."

Dr. Anthony's hand stroking his beard stopped slightly, and his already wrinkled brows became more and more tense, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

It seemed that this question stumped him.

After a long while, he said slowly: "They will do this no matter from the point of view of reason or emotion."

"Because it was the right choice."

"Correct? Sorry, I still don't quite understand the specific meaning of this word." Lynn said calmly, "If I explain it with the corresponding incident, I think I should be able to understand it better."

Dr. Anthony sighed and said, "Child, although seeing is believing is good, but not every lock in this world has a key that can be opened. Similarly, not all things have the right key." The answer—maybe there is, but, forgive me, my knowledge has not yet reached that level, so I can't explain it clearly to you."

"It doesn't matter." Lynn smiled lightly, "We magicians have never paid attention to copying answers, and using our hands to prove what we want to prove is what we are more happy to do."

Dr. Anthony was taken aback: "You"

Lynn suddenly changed the subject: "Sir, can you do me a favor?"

"What?" Dr. Anthony said, "If it's not a particularly strange request, I think it should be fine."

"Of course not." Lynn said, "I just want to borrow some of your name to help me fulfill my quest for answers."

"name?"

Dr. Anthony immediately became alert.

At his stage, a name is a great asset.

If any clinic outside puts his name on it, even if it is just a rumor that he has taught the doctors here, it will bring great benefits to that clinic.

This kind of thing is not something that can be given easily.

"Sir, please don't worry." Lynn said, "I'm just borrowing some temporarily, and maybe I can help you."

"help?"

Now, not only Dr. Anthony, but even Charlotte's appetite was lifted.

What on earth does he want?
Lynn still did not reply directly, but only asked: "Sir, among the waiting crowd below, many of them are seriously ill patients?"

Dr. Anthony nodded: "Yes."

Thinking about it, as the most famous doctor in Catalina, his free clinics naturally couldn't be all about flu and the like.

Perhaps, many people who were sentenced to death in the clinic counted on Anthony's doctor to escape from death.

"That's good." Lynn smiled lightly, "Please come with me."

After speaking, he went straight to the door.

Dr. Anthony and Charlotte looked at each other, and then followed Lynn with doubts.

"Da da da--"

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the quiet hall.

Such strangeness naturally caused ripples among the crowd.

When they raised their numb faces, the first thing they noticed was naturally the old man who was lagging behind.

"Doctor Anthony!"

Someone shouted, and immediately everyone in the hall stood up and bowed to him.

Dr. Anthony hurriedly waved his hands, signaling them to sit down, and then looked at Lynn who had stopped.

"What are you doing?"

Lynn just smiled and didn't answer Dr. Anthony's words.

He raised his eyes and looked around the crowd: "Everyone."

Hearing the shout, all the patients present finally took their eyes off Dr. Anthony and turned to Lynn.

"Come to think of it, everyone has stayed here for a while, right?"

Everyone nodded.

"So, everyone lined up by lottery?"

"It's a lottery." Someone responded.

"How can this work?" Lin En said seriously, "There are priorities, and the same is true for illnesses. What if some people with serious illnesses die because of waiting too long during the queue?"

"Everyone said, do we have to change something?"

The patients were stopped by Lynn.

They looked around blankly, saw someone nodding, and nodded accordingly.

"Yes Yes Yes."

"I think you're right."

"It is indeed correct."

"So." Lynn elongated his voice, "In order to solve this phenomenon, Dr. Anthony decided to see some patients with more serious illnesses first."

Dr. Anthony's face changed when he heard this, but before he could speak first, there was a commotion below.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"How can you change your mind? I've been waiting for so long, and it's my turn soon!"

"That's it!!"

Lin En smiled unabated: "Everyone, didn't you just promise to be good?"

"You have to do what you promise. This is the most 'correct' way to behave, isn't it?"

The noisy hall suddenly fell silent.

The originally numb expressions on the faces of everyone present suddenly became distorted.

Amidst the distortion, most of the people suddenly showed a terrifying smile on their faces.

"Indeed."

"We promised, we have to do."

"Let the seriously ill go first."

"That's right." Lynn said meaningfully, "So, who is sicker?"

All the patients were taken aback when they heard this question, and immediately looked at Dr. Anthony.

Dr. Anthony was about to speak, but Lynn interrupted him first.

"Sir, please don't open your mouth."

"You just granted my request, and this is a step in my way of proving, so." He tilted his head to look at Dr. Anthony, "You will help me, won't you?"

"I"

Dr. Anthony's original gentle expression was gone, and what was left was a slightly painful struggle.

After a few breaths, his face returned to calm again.

"I'll help you," he said.

"Thank you."

Lynn turned his attention to the patients again, and said with a chuckle: "Whether the illness is mild or severe, I think everyone who has personal experience should be the clearest."

"So, next, please line up by yourself."

When the voice of this sentence fell, everyone did not act directly.

It's not that they don't want to act, but they haven't reacted yet.

After one person got up, the hall started to line up towards the stairs like a classroom after class.

And, equally noisy.

"What are you doing here? Don't you just have a cold? I have a lung infection, so I should be in the front row!"

"Infection? I'm sorry, I'm disease X, which can be fatal and contagious. You all give me a little later."

"Get out of the way! I should be in front!"

"Brother, can I give you money and let me stand here? I. Cough cough"

"Whoever wants your stinky money, get out! I will stand in front!"

"I'm the!!"

"I!!!"

It's hard to imagine that in a hall that was quiet and peaceful just now, all the ugliness in the world will gather here because of just a few words.

At this moment, a burst of loud shouts suddenly broke out in the hall.

"Please be quiet!"

Everyone looked back and saw a plainly dressed girl supporting a stooped middle-aged man beside her with tears in her eyes.

"Everyone, please let my mother be in the front row, please?" She said tremblingly, "When I went to the doctor a few days ago, the doctor gave my father a medical certificate, saying, he, he... Living."

The girl's crying made everyone stop.

Some of them opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something; some trembled slightly, as if they wanted to make concessions.

However, at this moment, Lynn's words sounded again.

"Excuse me, who said that death is the most serious result of illness?"

"Among the people present, many of them are diseases that may be disabling. Do you know what will happen if these diseases are not treated in time? It will cause a family to lose a productive family member, and then Adding a burden so heavy that it can crush an entire family!"

"—All you lost was your mother, but what they lost was the whole family."

The young man's voice was supposed to be warm and clear, but it was this calm voice that, in the ears of others, sounded like a devil whispering.

Everyone present lowered their heads one after another, as if they wanted to think about which choice was the right one.

But no matter what, they all lost the idea of ​​giving up their original position.

"you you"

Dr. Anthony could bear it no longer.

He stretched out his trembling fingers: "What the hell are you trying to do?!"

Lynn smiled, her white teeth gleaming slightly under the light.

"I said, I'm just looking for the most correct solution to the problem."

"What question, you need to use this method!!"

"Of course it's about the 'world'." He said softly, "I don't know why the social environment of this world is like this, but I know that there are three ways for people to exist in an environment."

"One is to destroy, to destroy the original environment, and then transform it into a shape that allows oneself to survive;"

"The second is to adapt, to make your body a body that can accept this environment;"

"The third is to escape, escape from this place, and find a more suitable environment for survival."

"One is something that a small number of capable people will do, and two and three are choices that most people will make-but I will not choose any of them."

Lynn grinned.

"I choose, to adapt, to destroy."

"—It's never me who should run away."

(End of this chapter)