Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang didn’t know how long he slept. In his sweet dream, he never heard anyone calling for help, but he vaguely felt a pain in his forehead.

It seemed as if something round was hitting his head regularly, again and again, trying persistently to wake him up.

He opened his eyes somewhat annoyed.

——A bunch of densely packed eyeballs were piled up on the luxurious chandelier on the ceiling, and were falling towards his head in an orderly manner.

And the moment he woke up, an eyeball hit him right between the eyebrows.

"I really have no choice but to wake you up in this way, Comrade Zhang Chunliang." Li Zhuang used the voodoo doll to start a conversation with Zhang Chunliang.

"What is going on?" Zhang Chunliang touched the goose bumps on his arms and looked at the bulging eyeballs on the ground.

"When did he come to surrender to us?" Li Zhuang gestured for his eyeballs to roll under the bed like his body.

"I... I had a dream." Zhang Chunliang recalled the dream in astonishment.

"I had the same dream. I asked a few players who are still in contact with me, and they all had the same dream." Li Zhuang answered honestly, "It was Qiu Ping, the owner of the mind copy, right? He was asking us for help."

"He said... he was trapped in a dream." Zhang Chunliang recalled the complex and sophisticated instruments he saw in the medical room, and his heart went cold.

Qiu Ping simply committed suicide by cutting his wrists, so why would there be brain doctors gathering around him... ?

Those doctors... No, Xu Er, what exactly does he want to do?

"Qiu Ping told us in his dream that as long as we find a way to unplug the instruments that bind him, he will be able to wake up. In return, he will help us leave this copy."

"I have a question." Zhang Chunliang spoke slowly.

"What's wrong?" Li Zhuang's voice became a little serious. Could it be that Zhang Chunliang discovered some important clues?

"How can a pool of blood and a bunch of eyeballs dream?" Zhang Chunliang looked at the voodoo doll in confusion.

The voodoo doll didn't make any sound for a long time, as if it was very angry.

"...You are too presumptuous." Li Zhuang tried his best to calm himself down. "Our physical form has only changed, but human consciousness still exists."

"Why did you wake me up tonight?"

"We need your help to get into Qiu Ping's medical room. I'm sure we can destroy his equipment." Li Zhuang was a little distressed. "That place is like a sealed box. Not even liquid can seep in."

Zhang Chunliang stroked his arm. The tiny needle holes had long disappeared, and there was no trace left on his skin.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I will ask to enter the medical room again. You must seize the opportunity."

Zhang Chunliang lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in them.

……

"What if there is a radiation leak?" After much persuasion from Zhang Chunliang, Xu Er reluctantly agreed to let him enter here a second time.

He carefully helped Zhang Chunliang pull up his protective suit, his brows furrowed in displeasure.

"This is the last time, I promise." Zhang Chunliang approached him mysteriously and blinked, "I hid a gift in your car. When I come out, can you find it?"

Xu Er stared at him motionlessly for a while, then a dimple appeared on his cheek: "...cunning little boy."

He would not let anyone else get this chance to obtain the spoils.

So Zhang Chunliang successfully sent away the biggest BOSS.

Then he walked slowly into the monitoring room.

He was trying his best to endure the strange feeling in his trouser leg.

——A pile of sticky liquid wrapped around the eyeballs was hidden there.

It was disgusting, but it was the only solution they came up with yesterday.

"Don't be like this, treat us as normal people, okay?" Li Zhuang said sadly, "We are very clean and we won't stay on you."

So the few of them happily (not happily) reached this agreement.

"How is he today?" Zhang Chunliang asked the doctor who was responsible for monitoring Qiu Ping's condition today.

"Very ordinary, his brain activity is constantly decreasing, and he seems to be gradually losing the will to live."

"Then can I go into the medical room to see him?" Zhang Chunliang tried hard to attract the attention of the medical staff.

As expected, the doctor showed a vigilant look and shook his head firmly: "Mr. Qiu Ping is in a very critical period now. Any external force may cause him to collapse directly..."

Before he finished speaking, the entire medical room fell into darkness.

Zhang Chunliang stepped forward decisively, and when everyone was caught off guard, he pushed open the door of the medical room that had lost power and was paralyzed.

An invisible wave swept from the medical room to the outside, causing everyone to scream.

"Quick! Run! It's leaked!" Everyone ran outside suddenly.

Zhang Chunliang, who was closest to the door of the medical room, felt his whole body was numb as if he had been electrocuted, and his head was becoming more and more sleepy.

His eyelids struggled to blink a few times, but he finally couldn't resist the surging sleepiness. He swayed a few times, fell to the ground and lost all consciousness.